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Jude
I finally manage to drag us from Declan’s dorm.
She sits across from me, shoveling food into her mouth in a way that would be endearing regardless, but knowing I’m the one who’s left her ravished, starved for sustenance, makes me hard.
Fuckingagain.
While we may not have been officially together in name this past year, our relationship, in reality, never changed. And while I would’ve liked to have been able to talk to her a lot more than we managed to, we made it work the best we could—despite her insistence not to put any labels or pressure on what it is we have. I didn’t need the label, anyhow. I only needed her. And that’s precisely what I got.
We talked almost every day—even if it was only for a few minutes between classes and practice, or as she fell asleep after a late shift, or in the locker room before a game. We texted all throughout our days. And we sexted, and had phone sex, a fucking lot, too. But as satisfying as it all was, none of it compares to being able to touch her myself. To being able to hold her, kiss her, feel her with my own two hands. To see her face light up when we talk. To actually sink inside her with my cock.
I was starved for it by the time I got here.
Starved forher.
I’m guessing she’s felt the same with how goddamn wild the past twenty-four hours have been. She’s been just as amped up, just as insatiable, just as fucking outright horny and greedy as fuck for pleasure as I’ve been.
The thought doesn’t do anything to help my lengthening dick.
I’m almost pissed at myself now for dragging us away when we could have ordered food in. But we needed this too. A moment of calm. Some quiet. A chance to simply exist in each other’s presence.
I reach a hand across the table and push my fingers through hers, holding her hand as we continue to eat in the most comfortable, contented silence I’ve ever known.
After this, I’ve got a small surprise for her. A car that will be picking us up outside the Thai restaurant we’re currently at and driving us over to the penthouse suite I’ve booked for the night—where a fuck-ton of flowers will be waiting for her, too.
I have plenty of plans for once we get there.
Finally letting her know exactly where my heart lies. Asking her to be mine, officially. Labels and all. Starting up where we last left off at her dorm.
All the fucking plans.
Plans that have my eyes landing on her, dousing gasoline on the already lit fire that’s been raging within me.
Declan’s fork suspends in midair. Blue eyes rake up my torso, eyeing the dip of my neck. Her tongue peeks out in a slow glide along her bottom lip, and her breaths quicken, and her gaze heats further, and—fuck this.
“You ready to go, baby?”
Her eyes dart up to meet mine, a heat within them that matches mine. A quick, insistent nod is all she gives me, and I’m throwing a couple bills onto the table, taking her hand in mine, and getting us the hell out of here.
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Less than thirty seconds after walking into our hotel suite, I’m already inside her—sweet walls milking my shaft, clenching with her impending orgasm.
I grunt into her neck, and fuck her harder, moving my thumb over her clit in tight circles.
Her head falls back against the wall behind her, and I scrape my teeth up her throat, licking and sucking my way back down. Her tits bounce with the force of my movements, pierced nipples rubbing against my chest, and it’s erotic as fuck.
Bending down, I take her nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around her piercing. She pushes closer, arching her back, so I close my mouth around her and suck, hard.
A pleasure-filled cry is my sweet fucking reward. And now, I don’t have to attempt to drown out her sounds in case her dormmates might hear. She can be as loud as she wants, and I can’t get enough. I can’t get enough ofher.
I slow our tempo, taking the moment in, burning it to memory so I’ll never forget it. Her flushed cheeks, blazing eyes, and fingers digging half-moons into my skin. Her body rolling against mine within my hold, asking for more—more movement, more pressure, more speed.
I don’t want this to end just yet, though.
So I keep a slow, steady tempo.
Leaning back, I skim my hand up her side, over her ribs, and cup a breast in my palm.