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Jude quickly follows, rutting and grunting into me, holding onto me like he can’t bear to let me go as he finds his release.
We’ve barely come down from the high when I’m rubbing myself against him again.
“Again?” he asks, entirely out of breath, his brows drawn together and his chest heaving.
I nod fervently, and he chuckles.
Again.
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The rest of the night goes something like this:
We fuck, and we eat, and we talk, and we play, and we have a blast.
And it’s the best night of my entire life.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Declan
“Fuck, Declan. We need to eat, baby,” Jude says the next day.
I hum. “Yes, fucking and then eating.” I kiss my way down his chest, my lips pressed to the gray shadows and whirls inked into his skin. “Sounds like a solid plan to me.”
He chuckles, and his laughter rumbles through his chest and into mine, penetrating every layer until it reaches my heart and squeezes at it beautifully.
“We need to shower,”he implores. “As hot as this is,” he runs his hands over my sweat-slicked, sticky body, “I don’t think it’d be appropriate to take you out to dinner like this.”
I pull my head back, my gaze still stuck on his. “Oh, you’re taking me to dinner now?” Amusement tugs my lips into a wide smile.
He slides a hand over my ribs, down my back, and over my ass, gripping it tight as he pulls me into him, planting a kiss on my temple. The contrast of sweet and sexual is immediately addicting. “I’m taking you to dinner,” he confirms. “But first, we need to shower.”
“Fine,” I whine, stretching out beside him, my overused muscles pulling in my body. They ache in the most delicious way imaginable, and I hum with pleasure.
Pouty lips fall against my neck in a kiss. “You can’t go making sounds like that, Little D.” He punctuates his sentence with another kiss. “You make me want to take you again.” And another kiss. “I’m already getting fucking hard.”And another.“Feel what you do to me.” Jude grasps my hand and wraps it around his dick. “Fuck, baby.” He leaves warm, open-mouthedkisses down the center of my chest. He rolls on top of me, fingers dipping through my center, opening me so he can guide himself into me. “Goddamn. You feel so fucking good. I can’t get enough of you.” He shoves himself all the way inside, his hips meeting mine, and I throw my head back with a strained gasp.I can’t get enough of him, either.
I’m sore,everywhere,but the sharp nips of pain weave through my desire, with the rushing pleasure sweeping over my senses as he moves and moves inside me, the tip of him hitting my most sensitive spot.
“Jude, yes,” I moan, drawing out the words as they stretch into my breath.
I climb, and I climb, and I climb, until I’m not sure I can climb anymore. Until the tightness inside me is all too consuming, overwhelming, slipping out of my grasp, and I’m reaching for it, but then I’m pushed over the edge.
Tripping, and falling, into my orgasm.
I come so violently that nothing is within my control. Not the strangled sounds that come out of my mouth. Not my hands as my nails rake over Jude’s back and dip into his skin, drawing blood. Not my body as it arches beneath him and begs, impossibly, for more. Not my thoughts as they split and scatter, fleeing clear from my mind.
The only thing I have a grasp on is the way my body coils and spasms, again and again, for longer than seems possible, for longer than I think I can handle. Tears spill from the corners of my eyes, and breaths push from the confines of my chest. Heartbeats ramp through my body in a singular, steady beat.
Jude pumps his hips faster, fucking me through it, groaning into my neck and sucking my skin into his mouth, bruising it, before he’s coming, too.
His guttural groan has me clenching around him harder.
He shouts a garbled version of my name, his face buried in my skin, as he comes as deep inside me as he can possibly get. His cock twitches, the warmth of his cum filling me where I’m already full.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”he moans, small thrusts penetrating as he continues to expel himself inside me.
I feel his cum spill out of me when I’m too full, the heat of him leaking onto my ass and onto the bed beneath me, and I bury my head farther back into my pillow. I moan with every twitch and pulse of his cock, the feeling too good, too unreal, stretching the aftershocks of my orgasm out with his.