Hey Jude (Lennox Valley Chronicles #1)

My mind and body reel as he pumps inside me, swirling his fingers fast, almost growling with effort and pleasure. With each thrust, my release gets closer, surprising me with how quickly it’s building—how ready I am for him.

I reach behind me, grasping at his hips, pulling him in hard, wanting him deeper inside me still.

He groans his approval and speeds up, pounding into me until it hurts in the most delicious way. I clench around him, tightening as the aching desperation builds.

The wave crests and my release wrecks me; the pleasure pulsates through my body, my cries and gasps uncontrolled as Jude pounds into me over and over with his long, slick cock. As I come down the other side, shuddering ragged breaths, he pulls out.

Grabbing my arm, he pulls me up and spins me around to face him, smiling with blazing heat in his eyes.

My lips are parted, my breaths heavy.

“We’re not done here.”

His rock-hard shaft gleaming between us, he slides his hands under the backs of my thighs and lifts me up, sitting me on the edge of the workbench. He pulls me into a rough kiss before yanking my jeans all the way off, taking my shoes and socks with them. When he spreads my legs open wide in front of him, he curses softly under his breath.

“God. Look at you,” he says, his voice rough, then drags his fingers roughly up my soaking wet center.

He dips his fingers inside me, softly at first, then increasing the pressure. The firm, pulsing rhythm of his touch pulls jagged breaths into my lungs. My hips rock involuntarily and I grind into his hand, chasing the pleasure that’s already building.

I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, working him with long, firm strokes. A moan escapes from Jude’s lips and he claims my mouth in another drugging kiss. Our hands work each other frantically, the exquisite tension building to an unbearable, heady peak. With his fingers pumping relentlessly, his thumb rubbing over my clit, I explode with pleasure as I come again, fast and hard, my voice ragged as I cry out. I stroke him harder.

“Shit, Olena,” he rasps, leaning close, his breath against my cheek. “You’re sexy as hell when you come.”

His hips kick forward and my grip tightens. My eyes fly open when his hands grasp my hips, and he suddenly jerks me against him.

“Do it again for me.” He plunges his hard length deep inside me once more. “Come all over my cock.”

I moan and close my eyes again, lost in the pleasure. Senseless, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on as he repeatedly thrusts into me, his lips crushing against mine, his tongue ravaging my mouth in a deep, primal kiss.

“Fuck!” I tear my mouth from his and cry out as I come again, another wave of intense, burning heat crashing over me. My muscles convulse and shudder around him.

I’ve barely caught my breath when he kisses me hard, then leans me back onto the workbench. Resting on my elbows, I draw my legs up on either side of him, the angle sending fresh waves of blissful sensation through me. He grasps at my breasts under my shirt, working my nipples. I reach down to touch myself. When I slip a finger inside myself next to his cock, pulling everything tighter, fire blazes in his eyes.

“Olena!” My name rips from his lips as his control starts to waver.

I clench around his hard length as he fucks me. Shifting my hand, I hold two fingers over my entrance, squeezing him there. He falls forward slightly, groaning against my raised knee. His eyes close as he loses his grip on control, crying out in a ragged growl as he starts to come. As he slams into me, I slip my fingers back to my clit, working it faster, tightening with everything I have left as another release builds.

He’s still pounding into me relentlessly, riding the tail end of his orgasm as mine crashes over me, and I drench where our bodies meet, spilling over him hot and wet.

Aftershocks of pleasure still pulsing through my core, Jude shudders down over me. He lowers himself, bracing his elbows on either side of my body.

Collapsing onto my back, I let out a jagged breath then close my eyes as a grin spreads over my lips. I bring my hands up to cover my face, laughing a shaky, dark, and throaty laugh, my whole body senseless and twitching. I feel delirious.

“Oh, fuck,” is all Jude can manage.

“Uh-huh,” is all I can say in reply. I bring my hands down from my face and look at him, biting my lip. I wince slightly as he withdraws from me.

He lets out a low curse and shakes his head with a smirk. Sweat glistens on his forehead.

Our breathing is still ragged as we look at one another, slow smiles spreading over our faces, both of us completely shattered.

34

JUDE

Olena’s gasping breath cuts through my exhausted haze and, for a moment, I think I’m dreaming. I open my eyes to the darkness, blinking in confusion as I take a beat to remember where I am. A dim light shines in on us from a lamp down the hallway, but it’s enough that I can make out her silhouette sitting up in the bed beside me. Immediately on alert, I sit up beside her and rub her back. Worry churns in my stomach.

“Hey… hey, what’s wrong?” I ask softly.