Chapter 24 #2
“That’s enough,” he croaked as his abs flexed and tightened.
“But—” Before I could get another word out, Jude had me pinned down against the bed.
His hair hung in mussed waves as he licked his lips, then bowed between my legs. “Lift your hips.”
Wordlessly, I did.
The only sound that escaped was a gasp when Jude tipped his head between my thighs, bit down on the gusset of my panties—teasing my clit—and crawled backward, slowly pulling them down my legs. Before I could feel anything close to bashful, Jude’s hands were pushing my legs apart.
“Open wider, little fox. It turns me on to think of all the ways you like to make yourself come, but I’m going to do something you can’t.”
The sound that left my mouth as he sucked on my clit was inhuman.
Jude peered up from between my legs. “That’s my girl. Just enjoy it.”
I dug my fingers into his hair and tilted my hips up, begging for more. He chuckled against my sex as he lapped at me over and over and over again. I didn’t realize how much I was pulling his hair until he bit down on my clit. “Sorry,” I whimpered as a wave of delight washed through me.
“You can pull my hair any day, little fox,” Jude reassured me. “I like a little pain.”
I dug my fingers into his scalp, making him hiss as he absolutely devoured me.
“Jude,” I whispered as the telltale tremors of delight began to pulse from my clit up to my breasts. He licked up my entrance and circled my clit. “Jude—”
“Not yet,” he growled. “Don’t come.”
A caustic laugh slipped. “I don’t think you get to decide when that happens.”
“Trust me”—he lapped at my clit with the flat of his tongue—“I can absolutely decide when you get to come. And I’ve decided that you’re going to come around my cock.”
A wildfire of delight ripped up my spine. “I’m going to—”
Jude chuckled as he slowly eased up from between my thighs. “No. You’re not.”
I wanted to scream as that fire turned to piercing need. “But . . .”
Jude braced one thick arm over my head as he stretched out and hovered over me. His other hand lingered between my legs, teasing my slick folds, stoking the fire with each touch. “Do you trust me?”
I whimpered as the impending orgasm began to fade into a glittering haze.
The blunt head of his cock nudged against my pussy, slipping in easily at first, then slowing as his girth began to stretch me.
I swallowed as nerves began to creep in, but I nodded.
“Tell me no and I’ll make you come with my fingers. With my tongue. Whatever you want. I’ll make it good. No hard feelings.”
He was giving me an out, proving yet again what a good man he was. Someone more selfish would have taken my first “yes” and run with it.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, then swallowed. “Slowly . . . Maybe.”
The lust in his eyes quickly turned to kindness.
“Tell me when you want to stop. We’ll stop.
I don’t want to hurt you,” Jude said, just before nudging a little further into my pussy.
He stopped and swore. “Fuck, you’ve got a tight little cunt.
” A heavy breath slipped free as he slid in and out of me with short, shallow thrusts. “You okay?”
I nodded, clenching my eyes shut as he slid out just a hair, then pushed in twice as far. I gasped at the stretch and delightful burn. Jude dropped his head to the pillow, resting it beside mine as he kissed my neck.
“You’re doing so good, Dr. Hawthorne,” he praised while he repeated the motion, pulling out and pushing in further and further each time. His palm settled on my breast, tenderly teasing my nipple.
My pussy pulsed around his shaft, desperate for a new pleasure I’d never experienced.
“Breathe for me,” he whispered, then waited until I inhaled deeply. The moment I did, he thrust his hips and drove inside of me, fully sheathing himself. “Atta girl. You took me so well. How’s that feel?”
My exhale was threadbare as tears of relief and ecstasy leaked from the corners of my eyes. “Good.”
Jude reached between my legs and massaged my clit as he hunched over me to suck on my nipple. “Just relax for a moment. Get used to it.”
It didn’t take long. Between his hands and his mouth, Jude had me teetering on the edge in the blink of an eye.
“I’m going to come,” I whimpered as he rolled his thumb across my clit. My inner muscles squeezed around his cock, immediately desperate for the new friction.
“Ignore it,” he said as if it was a simple fact.
“Jude—”
He changed the rhythm of his fingers on my clit and lessened the pulls from his mouth on my nipple. Immediately, I felt the orgasm begin to ease back.
“No!” I cried. “Dammit!”
“Breathe. Let it go.” He trapped my nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it.
“In a second, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, and it’s going to make you scream.
You’re getting everything this time. Sweet.
Slow. A nice way to pop your cherry. Then I’m going to give you a rough fuck.
That’s what you want, isn’t it? What you wanted yesterday?
You might look like a wispy little flower, but you’re not.
You’re foxglove, aren’t you? Beautiful. Delicate. Deadly.”
I swallowed as he kissed up my throat. “What are you waiting for? Do you think you’re going to break me or something?”
Steel eyes met mine as he pulled out, then drove back into me in one swift thrust.
I screamed. Tears of relief, of ecstasy, of release leaked from the corners of my eyes.
Tears I hadn’t cried even when I was stolen away from my life.
Tears that had built up from the moment I came home to find Joel nearly passed out from the pain of having his knee shattered.
Those tears had been waiting for this moment, for when they could be spent on something good instead of something painful.
Jude braced one hand on the headboard of the bed as he fucked me just like he said he would.
My body jolted against the mattress with each harsh thrust. My breasts bounced obscenely. He caught one in his hand and pinched my nipple. Hard. The unexpected sensation pulled another scream from my lips. It only made his cock harder.
“You sound so pretty when you scream.” He grunted as one hand closed around my throat. I yielded to him, for once. I didn’t have to be the one in charge. My mind went blissfully blank as Jude said, “Most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”
My clit throbbed. Every nerve ending in my body ached for him. It was a craving that made me delirious for him.
Jude let go of the headboard and grabbed my thighs, pushing my knees up to my chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Amelia.” He paused to groan—a deep, obscene sound that made my pussy all the more wet.
Jude rammed his hips into me, making me arch and the bed creak as he went impossibly deeper.
Another snap, then a crack.
Jude never let up as the bed frame groaned and screamed the way I was.
It was an out-of-body feeling. I was floating. I was grounded. I was in pain. It was indescribable pleasure. I was crying out. Everything was silent—like I was in a wind tunnel. I could feel all of him. It was all about me.
Jude was everywhere at once, giving me an all-consuming understanding of everything my body had to offer. Every moment of bliss and euphoria.
“Come,” he whispered as he fucked me, fast and relentless. His thumb on my clit made me detonate.
Everything collapsed, folding in on me like a supernova. I cried out as bone-shaking waves of utter delight swallowed me whole. Jude braced his body over mine, like a shield, protecting me as I felt nothing but good for the first time in a long time.
I gasped for air as I surfaced, breaking through the haze of lust.
“You okay?” Jude asked as he dotted my temple with a kiss.
I nodded.
His smile curled against my skin. “Good. ’Cause—uh—we kind of broke the bed.”