Timothy couldn't help as his hard manhood sensed Jude's rear rubbing against his. His muffled, sultry moan escaped the top of his lungs, mingling with Jude's moans as they sailed in the living room. His chocolate eyes shut tightly as the blonde kept on.

"Don't come yet, Timothy!" She evoked softly as they broke off the kiss for seconds as their breathing grewth mildly heavier than before. She sensed his crotch getting tighter. Furthermore she was aware how horny and aroused he was. Just like her.

"One last warning and-" Timothy was incapable to carry on with his exclamation until Jude cut him off, acknowledging right away what he's about to say and what he meant actually. She chewed her bottom lip flirtatiously.

"And what?" She opened her amorous hazel eyes as the eyelashes fluttered just like butterfly's wings, darting her gape to his chocolate eyes, oozing excitement and horniness. She gave him a wink. Jude opted to play it silly as she didn't know what he meant though she knew instantly, rendering their lone time along even more seductive. Gamely smirk curled up in the corner of her lips.

Whereas the couple enjoyed their time along in the living room as Jude was still seating on his lap, the turned on television was oblivious to them as they have already forgotten about their surroundings, scarcely conforming with its border lines.

Moreover, It wasn't necessary an answer to her inquery at all. He removed his hands from her breasts as he cupped her face in his both palms, locked up each other's irresistible gazes. A smug smirk loomed on his face.

"What are you going to do?" The blonde questioned joshingly. Sparks of sheer desire and lust glistened in her hazel eyes, revealing its genuine colors. "To fuck me?" She furthered as his manhood couldn't help as it laced between his legs though they haven't begun yet.

Suddenly their faces seared as they commenced turning ruddy. He simply nodded his head in agreement, confirming her words lastly.

***

"This...lying son of the bitch!" Valerie muttered, firmly slammed a fist on the kitchen table as she poured herself a half glass of whiskey as she was beyond outraged by the young priest's commentary on the late night's news. She abhorred to bones Father McKenzie though she didn't know him personally. Howsoever, she was efficiently informed about his wrongdoings, his selfishness and hypocrisy as he proved it in stealing Briarcliff's funded money which should be invested on the facility, instead for his needs.

The young maid was all alone in the kitchen, sipping a lukewarm whiskey and taking a drag off her cigarette to tranquil her pitching brain cells with some alcohol beverage and tobacco in the same time.

Fortunately, she put her daughter to sleep almost an hour ago, wrapping her up in a silky blanket.

It was eerily obvious the red-haired woman has already watched the late night's news even beholding the juvenile face of the disingenuous priest that nauseated her. She couldn't stand a single second glimpsing his face. It was abominable, in her opinion.

Flashback

Earlier tonight

"According to the staff guards and Father McKenzie himself, a patient under the name Cally with preternatural might as she transformed in something more than a human as her irises' color drastically changed in a matter of seconds and speaking diabolical speech with a deep voice. It's pressumed she's actually possessed by the devil."

"This rat is going to talk about supernaturalism, right?" Valerie huffed inwardly to herself as her bare feet, manicured in obsidian black toenails, rested on the right end of the coffee table, propping her elbow with a hand as she held a cigarette, taking a puff off it. Mist dim promulgating abruptly from her frail nostrils and hardly trembling lips.

Shona was already asleep as she laid in the bed where she shared it with her mother, encompassed by its pitch darkness. The young girl didn't funk the darkness anymore. She overcame her fear a handful of years ago, thanks to her mother, who taught her diversity of things of the life, subsequently maturing from such brittle, young age.

In the interim, the young woman's attention was focused on the television as her hazel eyes were pierced into the screen as she prefered to listen, without peeling a word during the news.

"However, Cally was lastly seen a few hours ago by the guards even by our prominent guest here. So Father McKenzie, could you please tell us a bit more about the happened and if it's all that true!?"

"Well, Cally was one of the weirdest patients I have ever supervised in Briarcliff since I took this institution in my hands and rulling it with an iron fist. She was actually an odd woman, known as a mass murderess of cops not longer than five years ago as she was subsequently committed to Briarcliff, shortly before the former monsignor resigned from the church!" 

"Mhm!"  

"It's true she's possessed by the devil. She has supernatural powers as nobody else does there. Nevertheless, have you ever wondered what was the worst issue that occured tonight?! Guards told me when one of the guards was unlocking her cell to go to sleep, she charged her head with her whole strength, bumping it in his as she ran away though the guards were after her and I witnessed partly this as I walked through the corridors of the institution until I saw her sprinting to the front door breathlessly. She was like a bolt."

When Valerie heard the word that the priest used in the last sentence, didn't help her to endure the rejoicing chuckle that is going to be emitted from the top of her lungs within seconds. It wasn't necessary to utter a word so that to express what she felt as an emotion now. Then she progressed with listening the evening news, puffing off the shorter length of her cigarette, dim shunning from her frail nostrils and melodical lips. 

"So, I would like to thank you for telling us what exactly happened, Father! It was such honor to hear your point of view about this insane woman and her escape! But...we have noticed something beneath criticism about this facility and it has to do with the patients and the staff. Furthermore, opulence of patients are complaining about the gruesome conditions and the poor-quality food and maddening meds they are ensured with. Could you explain to us why as an administrator of Briarcliff, the funding money aren't invested in improving the conditions?" 

"With all respect, I reject to answer this question!" 

"How haughty response, you hypocrite!" Valerie mumbled miffed.  

"Okay! It was pleasure and honor to hear your commentary, Father McKenzie!" 

***

"Frank, did you follow the late night news?" Valerie stated enquiring as she held the phone handset behind her ear, taking a drag off a cigarette.

"Yes, I did. Why do ya ask?" Frank responded puzzled. Then the young red-haired maid inhaled relieved.

"Urm... You heard Father McKenzie's commentary, right?" Likewise the young lady sensed a pit in her heart of nervousness as she knew how much Frank detested Alexander since the beginning. Instead of giving him a honest response to his posed question, she just kept on by mentioning the priest's name.

"Yes, I did! He was such a ridiculous rat." The former cop said through a light chuckle as Valerie couldn't help but joining him too. "Especially after he confessed about the escaped patient with the devil power as it's presupposed she's possessed and every brain cell of hers is corrupted." The middle aged man furthered as Valerie sensed his cattish smile formed on his face.

"Yeah! Let's not forget how he declined to answer the next question of the reporter."

"How arrogant from him!"

***

After Valerie sipped in one gulp the whiskey, she licked her lips greedily as the mouth-watering alcohol burned the corner of her mouth. Then she proceed with taking a puff off her cigarette, scarcely blinking as she was impatient to go to bed. 

However, shortly before bed, she determined herself to take a fresh, lukewarm and relaxing shower, washing off the filth of listening to Father McKenzie's commentary on the evening news earlier tonight. Once she heard them, they plagued interiorly her skin and soul. Further, by the way he was being interviewed by the reporter for the reportage, his way of speaking was far from welcoming for her ears. 

***

"Oooh, ooh! Yar mouth is doing wonders to me." Jude exclaimed in raspy voice, unable to suppress the soft moan that escaped her lips.

In the meantime, Jude laid on the leather sofa in relaxed position as her knickers and flare satin floral skirt, knee length were dragged down to her ankles, whilst Timothy was between his legs as his he held her hips, straddling them as he had a better access to her soaked folds. His dexterous tongue circled around her wet core, using his teeth, nibbling the sensitive nerves of her hard clit. Her eyes were tightly shut, relishing its erotical sensation that overtook her body. She arched her neck as her soft wild curly honey hair was scattered around her, shaping a hallowed golden halo. Her hands were wrapped around the back of his head, pushing it as his tongue explored deeper its unresolved areas, vigorously bucking her hips.

The soft breaths and moans of the couple floated in the living room like waves of summer's awe-inspiring sea, hitting the golden, iginiting sand. Timothy didn't want to end the sultry, marvelous moment when he tasted her juices with his tongue as he shifted his hand from her hip, pushing two dry fingers inside Jude's drenched core, thrusting in and out as their ardent groans of pleasure as they were the sole noise source in the room. 

Fortunately, after watching the evening news, they turned off the TV as they preferred to spend some of their time along by pleasuring and teasing themselves as they yearned for it far from the moderate. 

"Timothy, don't stop eating me! You are so wonderful!" 

Due to Jude's propitious words granted him the courage to continue as he felt his fingers already drenched of her juices, he felt more horny as his crotch got tighter and couldn't wait longer as he wished she pleasured him by the way he did marvels to her. 

"Don't come yet, sweetheart!" He cautioned as his eyes darkened, scrutinizing her overwhelemed face, her clutched eyelids, opened mouth, trembling rosy-coloured lips, passionate screams swimming like waves in the hollow. "Oh goddamn, you are so tight!" He said in velvety voice as she bucked more violently her hips as he stopped circling his tongue around her core and nibbing her clit. 

"Oh fuck, Tim-" She was incapable to keep on with her utterance as she reached her climax significantly, her juices plunging his fingers and fingertips as he pulled off his fingers of her core, rosing up as he licked in front of her slowly, relishing its scrumptiousness. 

All of a sudden, she opened her eyes as a mischiveous grin emerged on her face as she watched him by the way he sucked his fingers as her essence dwelled in his throat. Two pair of hazel pools glistened through the dim lit living room like fiendish eyes that observed his satisfied face as he closed his eyes as he didn't stop sucking greedily his long, skillful fingers, like a child who savours with pleasure his favorite ice-cream. 

"You taste so good! Mmmm!" 

Afterwards he flump on her as his chest was pressed against hers, catching her lips in a luscious kiss as his core stained lips pressed hers as his hand travelled up to her hair, playing with its softness whilst his other hand cupped her face. In the meantime, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms thrown around his waist as they deepened the kiss abruptly with tightly shut eyes. Momentarily their kisses grew ferociously lustful as Timothy opened his mouth, giving an access to Jude's wet tongue pushing in his mouth as she nibbed his lip, moaning during their kisses.

When they broke off the kiss, Timothy withdrawn his face as they opened reluctantly their eyes, locking up in one another's desiring stares as they heavily breathed, vigorous heart beats throbbing in their chests as they took their time to admire one another's faces. Smiling broadly, lovingly to each other.

"I love you very much, darling!"

"I love you way more, rare bird!"

To be continued...