Hey Jude (Lennox Valley Chronicles #1)

Jude’s free hand works the top buttons of my dress, then tugs my bra down, my nipples instantly hard in the night air. Lifting and squeezing one breast, he sucks my nipple hard, flicking it with his tongue, then scraping lightly with his teeth.

I arch up into him as an aching pleasure rolls down through my core, whimpering as Jude’s fingers speed up.

He moves to the other nipple and slips his fingers out, finding my clit and rubbing quick circles over it, covering me in my own wetness.

Suddenly overcome by need, I grab his face and pull him into a crushing kiss, my tongue desperately sweeping against his. His free hand reaches up to my breast and strokes my nipple with his thumb. I tear my mouth away from him, breathing fast, and press my forehead to his.

Placing a hand on Jude’s chest, I pull back to meet his eyes. With a dark smile, I shove him back firmly and he catches himself on both elbows behind him.

He looks at me with raised eyebrows, surprised and amused.

My mouth is slightly open as I look back at him, quickly releasing him from his jeans. He is hard as steel in my hands. A groan escapes from his lips as I stroke him with one hand, twisting my fist at the top just to hear his breath hitch.

I shift myself down his body, leaning close as he watches me. Teasing, I run the side of his shaft over my cheek, kissing and licking his hip bones, first on one side, then the other. His skin is soft and smooth, the heat of his arousal radiating against my face and hand. I tighten my fingers around him and stroke faster.

Sliding my tongue up one side of him from base to tip, I let out a soft moan at the feeling of his cock. I relish the taste of him as I reach the top and slide my tongue along the small slit at the tip, licking up the bead of moisture there. Jude’s responding groan urges me on, and I do it again on the other side, coating him. His thick heat pulses in my hand, his need intensifying. I feel my own desire pooling between my legs. I flick my tongue over the sensitive head, then wrap my lips around him and plunge down, filling my mouth with his slick, smooth shaft.

His hips buck up from the dock, thrusting up hard into my mouth and throat, and I take him with a moan. I love it when he does that. I push my free hand up under his shirt, raking my fingernails across his stomach.

With a growl, he thrusts again, fucking my mouth as I squeeze tight.

My core pulses with need. I slowly pull back and sit up, eyes locked on his, then crawl forward on my knees, lining his cock up with my wet, aching entrance.

He sits up to kiss me desperately, his tongue plunging into my mouth. His hands grip my head, twining and tensing in my hair.

I reach my hand between us to guide the head of his cock, rubbing it through my slick center before pushing down onto him slightly. Then I pause.

He breaks the kiss and meets my eyes. He groans loudly as I lower down all the way, so slowly, and I moan against his lips at the delicious sensation of him filling me.

Holding onto the back of his neck, I grind my hips, feeling his length hitting that spot of pleasure deep within me. My tongue sweeps into his mouth, sliding against his teeth, and he bites my lower lip with a growl.

He moves his hands to my hips, encouraging me, pushing and pulling along with my movements as I grind against him, my clit rubbing against his skin.

“Fuck, yes, Olena,” he grits out, his breath hot against my burning lips.

Aching for more, I rise on my knees, only just keeping him inside me, then I crash back down with a gasp of pleasure. Clinging to his shoulders, I do it again, relishing his low groan in response. Working my hips up and down in a steady rhythm, the scraping of my knees and the burning of my thigh muscles is a small price to pay for every delicious stroke. The up is torture. The down is worth it.

Not able to hold off any longer, Jude’s grip tenses on my hips and he slams me down onto him, his cock plunging deep into me in a primal stroke that has me crying out, and loudly this time. A feral smile spreads over his face at the sound of my pleasure. He lifts me up, then pulls me down eagerly again, watching me, listening, devouring my reaction with his eyes. Again and again, he lifts me up and pulls me down, my cries of pleasure piercing the quiet night.

Oh, fuck, yes.

I gasp as Jude suddenly rolls me under him with a growl, my back crashing into the planks of the dock, my dress pulled up to my stomach. He doesn’t miss a beat fucking me. Now under his own power, his strong muscles drive his rock-hard cock down into me deeply, the slight pain feeling incredible mixed with the intense pleasure. I grasp and scratch at his back as he braces his arms on either side of me, pounding into my aching center.

He reaches between us to swirl his fingers over my slick clit. I feel my release building, just out of reach.

I tighten around him, hearing his growl of approval as he fucks me harder and faster still, his breaths heaving, matching my own. His fingers speed up and I clench my muscles tighter. My eyes squeeze shut as my release gets closer. Thrusting into me with renewed vigor, Jude groans and his slamming strokes push me over the edge. I cry out into the night as I come, Jude’s body tensing along with mine. I hear his breath catch before his shuddering release is unleashed, spurting hot and hard inside me. He fills me, spilling out over us both, as his last few powerful strokes give way to slower ones. His chest sagging slightly over me, he lowers his head to press his damp cheek against mine.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Jude whispers into my ear, breathing heavily.

“The feeling is… very mutual,” I reply, trying to catch my breath.

“I love you.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips and brushes the hair out of my face as he smiles down at me.

I tighten my muscles around him and grin at the surprised sound that escapes his lips. Biting my lip, I lift my head to kiss him softly.

“I love you too.”

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