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His heavy breaths rain over my chest, followed by his forehead knocking down into it, too. “You are fucking unreal, baby,” I think he says, through the fog of orgasmic bliss blurring my vision and clouding my thoughts.
When I fall back to reality, my entire body is humming, buzzing through to the tips of every limb.
“Holy… fucking… shit… Jude.”Each word is an exhale, each inhale grounding me further.
But what, in theever-loving-fuck,was that? I have never experienced anything like it. Like I was pulled out of my body, completely removed from my mind, every single one of my organs ceasing to exist for that stuttering breadth of time, my entire existence pinpointed on one, singular feeling—my orgasm as it flushed through every cell of my body.
I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.
And my heart echoes words of the same.
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“Shh,” I say with a smile, keeping Jude behind me with a hand as I crack my door open with the other. I glance up and down the hallway—all clear—and pull him behind me with quick steps until we reach the shower room.
The stalls are tiny, barely enough for one body to fit, but he insists on sharing one, our naked bodies pressed together as we move around for soap and shampoo, and one thing, of course, leads to another, and he’s fucking me against the tiled wall.
He lifts me, and my back meets the cold, hard ceramic.
“Fuck,” he groans into my neck, again and again, pounding into me relentlessly.
My flesh is punctured by the ten points of his fingers digging into my skin, and it makes me moan out loud even though we should at least betryingto keep quiet, the feel of him gripping onto me as he moves inside me the most agonizing, torturous kind of pleasure. It zips all the way down my spine, all the way down to my toes.Agonizing,because I know nothing else will ever feel this good—Jude, inside me, fucking me like our lives depend on it—our bodies, minds, hearts, and souls, connected as one.
Jude’s grunts quicken in pace, and his movements do, too. He pumps into me faster, fingers tight on my ass cheeks, and I slide a hand between us, rubbing at my clit, watching his thick, veiny length drag in and out of me.
With a dip of his head down, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his tongue lathing against my piercing. He takes the thin bar between his teeth and pulls it gently, and my back arches as I push myself more fully into his mouth. He soothes the sting with an open-mouthed kiss and a long sweep of his tongue.
“Fuck, Jude. I can’t—I can’t.You feel so good.” I pull his hair into my hands in a tight grasp, forcing his head back to look at me from where he has me propped up against the tile wall. Gray eyes crash into mine. “God, how do you feel this good?” Pleasure weeds through me, curling through my limbs, before grasping tight and pulling every muscle inside my body taut. I feel wild, insatiable, out of my mind with how good Jude feels.
He pumps into me faster, angling his hips, and grinding into me harder. My clit rubs against his pelvic bone with every thrust.
“Fuck, Declan, you’re killing me. You feel so fucking good, too. I can’t fucking stop.”
The muscles in his abs contract, shadowed tattoos rolling with the movement. His neck, his chest, his biceps, all tense and tight, flexed with the weight of me in his hands. The sight alone is enough to throw me hurtling off the edge. I throw my head back as I come, tightening around him, gripping him in euphoric clenches that flourish through my entire body.
“I’m gonna pull out, baby,” I distantly hear him say.
“What? Why?”I whine, and dig my heels into his ass to keep him right where he is.
His laugh vibrates against me. “Because we need to get some sustenance in our bodies, Little D, and if I fill you up, I’m going to have to watch it spill out of you, and then I’m only going to want to do it again.” His words smooth over my skin like a caress.
“Shit,” I gasp, slipping my fingers into his hair and pulling his strands tight. He grunts, and it sets my limbs on fire. He feels so fucking good, I feel like I’ll break, combust, shatter apart around him. It can’t be physically possible to be filled with this much pleasure and not break.
Maybe that’s why I feel like I burst at the seams as I come apart again, every feeling, every emotion, every sensation, rushing through my body at once, spilling from my limbs and wringing me dry.
Until I’m completely outside of myself, peeking in on this private moment between us. Where Jude pulls himself out of me, pumping his cock with his fist until he’s coming.
Hot spurts of cum land against my pussy where he spreads me open, the warmth of his orgasm raining down my clit, and—
Holy shit.Holy shit.I like it so much more than I already anticipated I would.
His eyes track the movement of his cum slipping down my skin, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip in a viscous grip. “Alright. Well. That was a fucking mistake.”
Like hell it was,my thoughts admonish, loving the way his release looks painted on my body.
But then his cock twitches, swelling just a bit thicker, and I choke out a laugh. “Jude.” Curling my fingers around his muscled bicep, I keep him at a close distance, but just far enough away that he can see himself as well as I can. “How?” I say. “How is that even possible?”
He groans as he wipes his hand down his face. “I don’t fucking know, Dec. But God, I just want to be inside you again. I’m already getting hard just looking at you, seeing you covered in my cum.Fuck.”