Page 43 of A Summer Thing

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jude

My parents’ front door clicks shut behind us, and as I lead Declan down the walkway with her hand in mine, a contentedness like I’ve never known settles behind my ribcage.

I had a great time. An amazing time.

Introducing her to my family; seeing her in our shared space, fitting in with my family as if she’s always belonged; watching her sign with my mom in the living room; witnessing her laughter with my father in the backyard; the way she was able to give shit to my brothers as easily as she could take it; the emotions that rose to the surface, making her words grow tight as she joined in with the anxiety ritual my family has done since Brenna’s passing…

It's official. I’m entirely gone for this girl.

Her hand tugs at mine, and I pull my attention down to her. Blue eyes shine with the same sentiments as she stares up at me, and my throat constricts around any possible words I might have for her.

So fucking gone.

Leaning back against my car, I fold my arms around her and hold her against me. “So, what did you think? Of my family?” I ask, and there’s an almost vulnerable quality to my tone.

“No pressure.” She squints up at me, laughing through a soft exhale.

A cavern opens in my chest, and I’m certain she can see right through me, leaving my bleeding heart exposed. I want to know if she loved them as much as they loved her, though.

Bending at the knees, I shift down and catch her stare that was lasered at my chest.

“Your family…” She takes a breath to steady herself. “They are… wow, Jude. They’re amazing. They’re everything. You’re so lucky. Thank you for bringing me here to meet them.” Her wistful tone draws me in. And then she presses her lips up into mine, and I’m drawn in completely.

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We need to get going—get back to my place, or hers, I don’t fucking care. Because I’m about to make good on my promise to finally touch her. In my parents’ front yard.

A low groan slips from my mouth as I drag her closer. I slant my mouth over hers, invading every inch of her I can reach. Tongues tangling, teeth biting, groans clashing.

I kiss her as if my life depends on it. As if she’s the air I need to breathe.

It doesn’t feel far off from the truth.

With a groan of protest, I force myself to break our kiss.

Her heated stare runs down my torso, stopping at the thick column of my hard-on straining behind my jeans.

She laces her fingers through my belt loops, drags me closer—and fuck, that look in her eyes has the potential to shatter me into a thousand pieces where I stand.

“Your place or mine?” is all I manage, the words ripped through the gravel lining my throat.

She bites down on her smile, looking up at me through darkened lashes, a flush spreading down her neck.

“Yours,” I answer for the both of us. I’m not taking the chance that Elijah will beat us back home to meet Bee, or worse, walk in on us before we’re through.

I could always text him to make sure he stays away, but I think the fucker would cockblock me just for the fuck of it, knowing how long I’ve wanted to be with this girl.

“Mine,” she hums in agreement, and I don’t know how the hell I’m going to make the hour and a half drive back into the city without needing to pull over and dive in like a man starved. Because that’s precisely what I am. Fucking starved for her.

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As soon as the door to her dorm room shuts, I’m on her. Kissing her. Feeling her. Lifting her in my grasp and wrapping her around me, wasting no fucking time.

She isn’t complaining. Her hands, mouth, body, just as eager.

Her palm slides down the length of my torso and grips my cock through my pants.

Her soft breasts rock into my chest. Her exploring lips meet my throat, my jaw, my mouth, as she grips me harder, stroking me through my jeans.

I groan, gliding a hand over her cheek and through her hair, tugging, tipping her head back to kiss her deeper and dip my tongue into her mouth and tangle it with hers.

The gravelly sound that spills from my throat crashes against her moan, and our mixed sounds of pleasure have me growing harder.

She unwinds herself from my body, feet hitting the floor, pink-tipped nails raking down my stomach before she unbuttons my jeans and shoves them down my legs.

I guide her back up from the floor with a hand to her chin. “Eager, Little D?”

“Yes. Very,” she breathes, zero hint of teasing in her tone, expression tightening to match the desperation of those two words.

And— fuck me.

I lift her in my hands, wrap her legs around me, and move us toward her bed. Lowering her onto it, I sink myself down onto her.

Her dress has slipped, pooling at her waist, the heat of her arousal soaking through her underwear and hugging my cock through my boxer briefs where I’m pressed against her.

I’m so fucking amped up I don’t know where to begin. I fumble like a newbie, the possibilities of what I want to do to her and how I want to do them, endless.

I start by dragging my mouth over the skin of her jaw, hands pushing her dress farther up her sides, then hooking into the lacy band of her underwear and guiding them down her legs.

I unlace her boots. Toss them to the floor. Press a kiss to the inside of her knee. Sweep the blacks and grays of my inked hands up her bare thighs before parting them—her wet, pink pussy bared to me.

“Fuck me, Little D. You’re so fucking perfect.” My dick twitches in my briefs at the sight. “You going to let me taste you?”

She nods and pants out a breath, hands fisted at the waistband of my underwear. “Yes. Yes. Please, Jude. I need you to touch me. Please.”

Well, damn. My girl likes to beg. And I fucking love the sound of her begging.

I lean down and lick up her slit in one solid sweep, giving her what she needs.

She tastes like heaven in my mouth.

Like sweetness.

Like serenity.

Like pussy.

Arms wound around her thighs, my fingers dip into her soft flesh, keeping her legs parted as I feast on her.

My cock grows harder, to the point that it’s painful. I slip a hand down my boxer briefs to relieve the ache, and a groan tears from my throat. It vibrates against her, and she moans so damn loud in response it could take the walls down around us—a sound I sure as fuck could get used to.

Sucking on her clit, I push two fingers inside her wet heat, and immediately, she tightens around me—back arching clear off the bed, breasts jiggling with the movement—and my cock swells thicker in my hand.

I tighten my grasp on my dick and give it a hard stroke, pleasure racing up my spine.

“Holy hell, Jude. That feels so good. Your mouth feels so fucking good,” she pants, and gasps, her hands pulling harder on my hair.

Fuck. And yes. I moan.

Her pussy clamps down around my fingers, so fucking needy. “It’s your pussy that feels so good, baby. Swallowing my fingers. So fucking greedy.”

She cries out, pushing into me, fucking my face so goddamn beautifully.

I thrust into her with my hand, devour her with my mouth, until she’s writhing beneath me, moaning my name, and fuck, if I could drag this out forever, I would.

Switching hands, I sink two new fingers inside her, coat them with her arousal, and use that same hand to reach down and fuck my fist with the feel of her wetness on my palm.

Goddamn, the way it would feel to be inside her. Dragging my cock through her wet, tight walls.

I almost come just thinking about it.

She pushes up onto her elbows, and her gaze locks with mine. “Oh my god, are you—are you…” she gives my fist working my length a pointed stare. “Oh, fuck.” She falls back onto the mattress, watching me stroke my dick through her lashes. “That is so hot, Jude. God, I really like watching you.”

Her words spur me on, and I jack myself harder, eyes pinned to hers as I lick her cunt.

“Does it feel good?” she asks, a breathy moan following suit.

“Fuck yeah, it does, baby. Your juices are all over my cock, and I’m choking my dick just to keep from coming with the taste of your sweet pussy on my mouth.”

She arches off the bed again at my words, hands digging further into my hair and gripping tighter. The sounds that fall from her mouth have me squeezing the head of my dick harder, willing myself not to shoot too soon.

Everything about her feels so goddamn good. As if every bend, every curve, every swell of her body, were made for me. Every sound she makes. Every word she spills. Every fucking piece of her. Mine.

I lick, and suck, and bite, and lick at her some more, until she’s pushing into me, burying me between her legs and smothering me in her sweet scent. I groan in pure fucking pleasure. Pure goddamn bliss.

Her pussy on my mouth, my cock held tight in my fist, her walls strangling my fingers, her thighs choking me—I could die right now, and this would be my heaven. I’d stay on my knees, gladly, repenting until the world ended. Declan, my altar.

Her sharp cries and harsh breaths increase in tempo, and her pussy grows tighter around my two fingers.

I watch in rapt fascination as she smooths a hand over her stomach, climbs up her ribcage, and takes a breast in her palm.

Her pierced nipple peeks through her fingers, and she gently tugs at it, her quick movements growing more precise as she grinds against me, fucking my face as I fuck her with my fingers.

I’m so close I’m teetering on the edge, struggling to keep from tipping over.

I work her faster, harder, deeper, curling my fingers inside her as I squeeze the head of my dick to keep from exploding.

She grows impossibly tighter around me, her thrusts against my face quickening.

“Fuck, Jude. I’m coming; I’m coming— Oh my god!

Jude!” she cries out as she clenches around me, the sweetest of fucking sounds pouring from her mouth, hand gripping my hair so goddamn tight it has my own release barreling up my spine, tightening my balls, and then I’m right there with her.