Page 51 of A Summer Thing

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 and squeezes, 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.”

I convulse around him, endless shockwaves of electricity burning bright and sparking sharply through my body. I moan into his neck. Bite into his skin. Dig my nails into his shoulders.

His resulting grunt, his gravelly sound of approval, has me crying out louder, coming that much harder.

I kiss his throat, his Adam’s apple, the beautifully scratchy edge of his jawline, before meeting his lips. And he devours me in one go, his tongue slipping into my mouth and consuming.

We’re all hands and rushed movements, hurried mouths and claiming kisses, the last few scraps of his clothing ripped from his body and thrown haphazardly onto the floor.

“I need you inside me. Like yesterday,” I pant.

He groans, but there’s a laugh mixed in there, too, and then he’s laying me down on my bed and smothering me with his weight—with the hardness of his entire fucking body—and then we’re kissing again.

I rake my nails down his stomach, before taking him in my hand.

I slide my closed fist up and down his smooth length, feeling the beautiful girth of him, the hardness of him, the blunt edge of his tip and the thick veins running down his shaft, moisture beading at the head.

I slide it down the underside of his dick with my thumb.

His deep grunt of pleasure sends heat spilling through my limbs, weeding through my veins.

I grasp his biceps, turn us over, and straddle his waist. And then I push myself down on him, taking him all the way to the hilt in one go.

I work myself over him as his words work over me. “You’re so perfect, baby. Fuck, I missed this. I missed you. So fucking much. Look how perfect you are. How good you take me. How your pussy fucking chokes me. I’m so close already. Fuck, Delcan, you’re my goddamn undoing.”

He stills beneath me, his muscles going tense, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he comes.

I watch his ab muscles contract, watch the veins in his neck pulse with each and every beat of his heart, watch where our bodies connect and fuse together—Jude’s naked, tattooed flesh flush with mine as he pushes up into me as deep as he can go—and then I’m coming, too.

A groan falls from his mouth and spills down my chest, his sweat-slicked skin taut underneath my fingers. His soft grunts rain over my skin as a blinding euphoria washes through my insides and wrings them dry.

“Holy fuck, Dec. Holy fuck. I just came inside you, and I already want to fuck you again.” He shifts us around again, settling on top of me, spilling kisses down my neck and over my chest, before pulling my nipple into his mouth.

He sucks and licks at it languidly, taking his sweet time, playing with me for the sake of playing with me as we come down from the high.

I know exactly what he means, though. We just had sex, we just came—both of us, twice—and already, I feel slick with new arousal, wanton with a burning desire still pulsing in my core, pulsing around his thick shaft that still fills me. I clench around him, and he groans into my throat.

“Baby.” He lays more kisses down the side of my neck, beneath my ear. “I don’t think I can actually go again. Not this quick, anyhow—”

“That’s okay.” I shake my head. “I just don’t want you to leave yet. I like the feel of you inside me.”

He laughs, and it’s a breathless sound as he leans down to meet me in a kiss. He coaxes my lips apart and slides his tongue into my mouth, and both of ours move together in a slow, sinful dance.

I’m still catching my breath, still humming soft whimpers, still feeling the effects of Jude lingering on my psyche, on my body, as I suck his tongue into my mouth.

His teeth scrape at my bottom lip as my core pulses with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

And our slow, fluid, melting kiss heats up, simmering, rising to a boil, until a carnality is taking over.

Until we’re all hands and mouths and teeth, and I feel his cock swelling inside me again, growing harder before he starts to move, dragging in and out of me so slowly it feels like we’re hardly moving.

I look up at him, and our eyes connect, spilling a novel’s worth of words we aren’t saying, but I can feel them piercing straight through my heart.

This.

And—

Yes.

And—

You and me.

And—

Us.

And—

It doesn’t get better than this, does it?

He presses down on my lower stomach with the flat of his hand, and the drag of the head of his cock, the tip of him, hits me at just the right angle, amping up the pleasure surging through me.

A hot flush rises over my chest, up my neck, and over my cheeks.

The intoxicating feeling rushes up in waves, coming closer and closer until it’s one solid flow, overflowing, spilling euphoria into every cell of my body.

I cry out as I come, and the louder I scream, the better it feels.

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.