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Awareness settles between us like an ignited fire, sparking and burning until I can feel its flames licking at my skin and dipping down into my center.
Jude clears his throat, drawing my attention back up to his eyes. His fingers coast down my cheekbones and grasp my chin, holding my gaze to his. “What are you thinking about right now?” he asks, but then he shakes his head. “Fuck that, I can practicallyseewhat you’re thinking, Dec, and it’s making me hard as fuck.”
He isn’t lying. I can see him growing through his boxer-briefs and the layers of my skirt.
I swallow, and lick my lips, and his gaze tracks every movement as I lift my shoulders in a small shrug. “I think I like you in my skirt,” I admit. Pressing my palms to his muscled thighs, I slowly slide them upward. “Knowing exactly what’s hiding underneath.” I rub my palm over him, and he hardens further against my hand.
His head dives back as he groans out my name.
The rustling of the skirt fabric scratching against his thighs, the groan that digs its way from the back of his throat, the way his ab muscles ripple, tightening with the anticipation of pleasure—every detail of this future memory etches itself into my mind.
I pull his boxer-briefs down his tattooed legs, leaving him bare beneath the skirt.
“Fuck.Put your mouth on me, yeah?” His eyes blaze brightly, begging the question, too.
I lift the hem of the skirt, and his thick length bobs in the air. My mouth waters for him, saliva pooling around my tongue as I grip him, hard, and dip my head down to lick the head of his cock, moaning around him. The sound tangles with his heavy groan, and I watch as his head falls back with his next deep sound.
His hand dives into my hair, sliding across my scalp and through my strands, gripping them tight and tugging just hard enough to guide me up and down his length.
Arousal pools in my belly, soaking my underwear. Precum explodes on my tastebuds, and I squeeze my legs tighter together.
I love the way Jude tastes.
The way he feels in my mouth.
I work my hand at the base of him, stroking as I swallow around him, taking him deeper, bringing him to the back of my throat and moaning around his girth.
When his eyes meet mine, he loses all control. His mouth falls open, and his movements become erratic, his hands rough and desperate, his thrusts chasing only his pleasure, and I love every moment of it, of experiencing him like this—out of control and losing his mind, his head tipped back and his chest heaving with violent breaths, his lip caught in the viscous grip of his teeth.
And then Jude is—beautifully, blissfully—coming.
Spurts of cum shoot down my throat, and I swallow them down as quickly as I can. I’ve never particularly liked swallowing, but for Jude, I’m learning that I do. My center aches, growing wetter with every swallow. The salty tang of him is intoxicating—but even more so, the guttural sounds he makes, the way his grip tightens in my hair, fisting, the smooth skin of his cock swelling and jerking in my mouth as he comes.
“Fuck, Little D. You take my cock so well. Look at those beautiful lips stretched around me.”
His Adam’s apple bobs in the thick column of his throat, his head still tilted back. I moan before freeing him from my mouth with an audiblepop.And when his head moves back down, and his eyes meet mine once again, they’re scorching—a sated relief and rekindling desire comingling in his stare.
He takes my chin in his hand, slips his thumb into my mouth, and presses down against the saliva and cum still coating my tongue. “Fuck, baby. You swallowed my cum so fucking good. But it’s my turn now, yeah?”
I nod as his hand leaves my face and slips down my body, wrapping around my back, his palm to my ribcage as he lifts me from the floor and his mouth slams against mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth, followed by his low growl, and then he proceeds to kiss me senseless.
Strong hands work at my clothes, stripping them from my body as he claims my mouth—licking, sucking, and biting at my tongue—our mouths entirely consumed as we move them together.
When I stand completely naked against him, he takes a step backward and his hands dive into his hair, gripping it tight. His eyes make a slow trek up and down the expanse of my body. “Goddamn, Declan. You blow me away. Every fucking time,” he says as his fingers trail down my spine, vertebra by vertebra, a trail of fire blazing in their wake. Then he cups my ass andsqueezes, before he sits down on the bed behind him, slips his hand down to my thigh, and drags me closer to him between his legs.
His touch slides up my body until it reaches my face, cupping it in his palm, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as his eyes meet mine. “I don’t know where the fuck to start. I want all of you. At the same damn time.”
I breathe out a laugh, smiling, bringing my hand up to meet his and peeling it away from my cheek. I press a kiss to his palm before bringing it down between my legs and pushing it against me. “Start here.Please.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, and grunts, and so many things happen at once I can barely register them. His middle finger sliding through my wetness and grazing my clit; his low growl sending goosebumps skittering up and down my arms; his other hand reaching up, and grasping my face, and pulling it down to his; his mouth claiming mine in a rough, intoxicating kiss; his teeth nipping at my bottom lip and his tongue following the path to soothe the sting; two of his thick fingers pushing deep inside me.
My head falls back, and a whimper slips from my throat.Holy hell,it’s been too long since I’ve felt him like this. Since I’ve felt anything—any pleasure—that wasn’t brought on by my own two hands.
My legs give out beneath me, and I fall down into his lap, bracing myself with two hands grasping his broad shoulders. My nails bite into his skin as he coaxes every drop of pleasure out of me, circling my clit with his thumb and pumping his fingers inside me.
He gets me there too easily, too quickly, and before I know it, I’m shattering apart on his hand.
“That’s right, Little D. Give it to me. Fuck, you get so fucking tight when you come.”