Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Sloan couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but take the pleasure Jude gave her. It rose, spiking through her, until she couldn’t stop small, helpless sounds from escaping her mouth. They evolved into his name, a curse and a plea. “Jude.”

“We’re getting there.” He shifted, letting go of one of her hips, and that was the only warning she got before his finger pushed into her.

Her eyes flew wide and she arched half off the bed. “Oh my God.”

“Fuck, sunshine, you’re tight.” He stroked her, stretching her. “It’s going to feel so goddamn good when you come around my cock. But first…” He licked her, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Combined with the intrusion of his finger, it was too much. She cried out as her pleasure crested, stronger than she’d ever felt before. He barely waited for the aftershocks to move up her body, slipping her out of her bra. She stared at him, dazed, her nerves still sparking with pleasure. “Jude.”

He cupped the back of her neck the same way he had when they’d stood in the doorway. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

When he didn’t immediately move, she realized he was waiting for some kind of response. She opened her mouth. We haven’t even had sex and he already made me feel like this. Maybe there is something to this whole thing. Sloan swallowed hard. “Yes.”

She half expected him to get down to business, but he kissed her again, taking her mouth with more purpose than he had previously. She tasted herself on his lips, and it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it was erotic to a terrifying degree.

Finally, Jude lifted his head. “Do not move.”

She held herself perfectly still, feeling a bit silly, as he pushed to his feet. The feeling faded as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the body she’d fought not to ogle before. He was in better shape than most gods, his muscles clearly defined, his skin bronzed from the sun. With his dark brown hair falling about his shoulders, he truly did look more god than man.

Then his hands went to the button of his jeans, and she forgot everything. His pants hit the floor, revealing that Jude didn’t bother with underwear.

I was right. He really is as big there as he is everywhere else. For the first time since she’d told him to stay, a fissure of fear went through her. Too big.

He correctly interpreted the direction of her thoughts. “I won’t hurt you, Sloan. I promise.”

There was no logical reason for her to trust him, but he’d been careful with her up to this point. Perhaps he’d be careful with her with what came next. She nodded mutely, watching as he rolled on a condom that he’d retrieved from his pocket. Her body hummed in anticipation and trepidation, but she didn’t let it show as he moved back to join her on the bed.

Jude palmed her between her legs, his big fingers exploring her. It didn’t seem possible that he could spark pleasure with a few specific touches, but it didn’t take much to have her relaxing, letting him once again take the lead. He kissed her neck. “Feels good, huh?”

“Well, I—oh.” Her eyes went wide when he pushed a second finger into her. It stretched her, the feeling not entirely pleasant at first, but he merely waited, pulsing the slightest bit, until pleasure took hold once more. She clutched his shoulders. “Kiss me again. Please.”

“You don’t have to ask twice.” He took her mouth like he owned it—like he owned every part of her. Jude slid between her legs, his body rubbing deliciously against hers. His hard length slid through her wetness, creating a friction that sparked a tide of desire deep inside her. Again? I couldn’t possibly…

He nipped her bottom lip and then soothed the slight ache with his tongue. “Ready?”

There was no mistaking his meaning. She nodded. Despite the earlier orgasm and how good it felt to have him moving against her, she was so incredibly empty. Instinct had her hooking a leg around his hips and arching up to meet him, needing more, so much more.

Jude reached between them, and then he was at her entrance. He kissed her, tongue twining with hers as he pushed into her, just a single inch. It was too much and not enough and she couldn’t help but thrash, pinned in place by his big body, overwhelmed by her helplessness and what he was doing to her. “Jude, I—”

“Shh. I’ve got you.” He rolled, taking her with him. One second she was on her back, finding it hard to breathe, and the next she was straddling him where he sat with his back against the headboard.

Sloan looked down, daunted by the sheer size of him. “I don’t know if this is going to work. You’re too big.”

He laughed, deep and full-throated, the sound rolling through her like the tide. “You can take every inch of me, sunshine. I promise you that.” He gripped her hip with one hand and spread his other across her lower stomach, his thumb finding her clit. “Does this hurt?” He asked the question like he already knew the answer.

She spread her legs a little more, her wiggling taking him deeper inside her. Sloan sucked in a harsh breath. “It’s too much.”

“Do you want to stop?” His thumb brushed her clit, the gentlest of circles. Combined with him inside her, even partially, it made her whole body go hot like she’d been thrown into a fire.

She opened her mouth to say…She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. All she knew was that she’d never felt anything this intense in her life, and she’d be damned if she walked away before it was finished. “Don’t stop. Just…slow.”

“You’re on top. You set the pace.” His eyes were intense on hers, his thumb never stopping that intoxicating movement.

She didn’t know what she was doing. But she wasn’t about to let that stop her—not this time. She gripped his shoulders and sank onto him. This time it wasn’t the least bit unpleasant. The ache inside her only got worse, as if her body knew she was depriving it of all of him. She eased down another inch.

“Just like that.” His grip on her hip pulled her off him a little, and she cried out. “I can feel how wet you are for me, even through the fucking condom.” He guided her lower, reclaiming the lost ground and then some, sealing them together. Jude closed his eyes, his mouth tight, his grip unrelenting. The only part of him not tense was his thumb, coaxing her pleasure higher and higher. “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.”

She rocked a little, experimenting. “You feel good, too.” Sloan rolled her hips, her orgasm looming closer. But just out of reach. She sobbed out a breath. “Jude, please.”

“A man could lose himself with the sound of his name on your lips.” He let go of her hip and claimed the nape of her neck, forcing her to meet his eyes. “I know what you need, sunshine.” Using his grip, he led her up until his length was almost completely free of her. She fought him, needing that delicious fullness, not wanting to let him go.

He released her, and she slammed down on him. He hit some spot deep inside her, and that was it. Sloan cried out, her pleasure cresting. He flipped them again, hitching one of her legs up and out, rolling his body so that his pelvis ground against her clit, making the orgasm go on and on. She couldn’t get enough, clinging to him even as her body took on the tempo as if it had been made for this.

Made for him.

*  *  *

Jude tried to maintain control, but Sloan reared up and sucked on his neck, her teeth setting against his skin, and it was too much combined with the way her pussy gripped him like a fucking vise. He came with a curse, trying to keep from driving into her, but it was no use. She took everything he gave, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands tangled in his hair until he was spent.

He rolled partly to the side to avoid crushing her. The sound of their harsh breathing filled the room, and she maintained her grip on his hair as if unable to control her body enough to let go. Jude kissed her lips once, twice, a third time, keeping it light. With her looking up at him with her dark eyes gone hazy with pleasure he provided, he wanted nothing more than to just keep fucking her. It wouldn’t take much. He palmed her breast, her pebbled nipple dragging against his palm.

Already, he was getting hard again.

She’s a fucking virgin.

She was. She’s not anymore.

But the reminder was enough to have him sliding reluctantly out of her. She made a sound that was half protest, half pain, and he felt like an ass all over again for considering taking his pleasure over hers. As it was, she’d be sore as fuck tomorrow. “Stay here.”

He got up and headed into the attached bathroom. It was quick work to dispose of the condom and get a hot bath running. He didn’t make a habit of sticking around after sex, but this was different for multiple reasons. He needed information she had—and he’d be damned before he scared her off sex for life.

“What are you doing?”

He turned to find Sloan standing in the doorway, looking well and thoroughly fucked. Her dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, her mouth swollen from his kisses, and whisker burn on her neck and thighs. He wanted to leave his marks all over her goddamn body. He motioned her closer, and then pulled her against him when she obeyed. “You’re going to be sore.”

“I already am.” She made a face. “Is it always like this?”

Something like guilt rose up inside him. In some ways, she seemed younger than twenty-four. It made him feel like a fucking cradle robber. But she ran her hands up his chest, much like she had earlier when she told him to stay, and he let the guilt go. She was a grown-ass woman. She’d known exactly what she was getting into when she invited him into her bed.

Or as much as any virgin could know about such things.

He prodded her a little with a hand on her back. “Some of it is unavoidable, but the bath will help.”

She raised her eyebrows, looking amused. “Do you seduce many virgins?”

“Just you.”

The amusement disappeared like it’d never been, replaced by a heat he couldn’t do a damn thing about. Not tonight. Not if he didn’t want to actually hurt her. So Jude guided her into the bath and sat back, forcibly reminding himself why he couldn’t join her. It wasn’t just the size of the tub holding him back.

Still…

He reached over and cupped her chin, dragging his thumb over her bottom lip. Her breathing picked up, and hell if that didn’t make him harder than a rock. “Tonight, you’re going to recover. I just used your body in ways it’s not accustomed to, and you’re going to be feeling it tomorrow.”

“Mmm.” She leaned her head against the back of the tub, her eyes closing and her tongue flicking out to taste his thumb.

Fuck.

He couldn’t let that stand, the little flirt. He stroked down her chest, cupping her breast where her nipple peeked through the surface of the water. “You liked riding my cock.”

She opened her eyes. “I liked what we just did, yes.”

“That’s good, sunshine, because I plan on having that tight little pussy of yours whenever I damn well feel like it.” He pinched her nipple lightly. “I’m going to fuck you in every way imaginable, until you can’t move without feeling the echoes of what I’ve done to your body.” He dipped his hand beneath the water to cup her gently, well aware that she’d be sore. “I’m going to tongue your pussy right there in your living room with the lights on, so every single fucking person walking on the beach can see how you come so sweetly for me.”

She licked her lips, her gaze on his mouth. “You’re more dangerous than any drug I’ve heard of.”

She was right, though not in the way she meant. He brushed her clit, just enough to tease. “Think so?”

“There is no rational reason I should let you talk to me like that—that I should want exactly what you’re describing.” She covered his hand with her own, keeping him in place. “Even though I ache, I want you again. How is that even possible?”

Get up, you piece of shit. Get up and walk away from this woman right now.

She deserves better than you.

But she turned those dark eyes on him, and he found himself rooted in place. “Stay, Jude. You’re probably right that more sex would be a poor idea, but…just stay.”

It took more strength than he could have dreamed to slide his hand from beneath hers and stand. “That’s not what this is. We don’t sleep together. You come for me. I come. We fuck until we’re tired of each other. Then we move on. End of story.” He should have just left it there, but the wounded look on her face spurred him to his knees. He hooked the back of her neck and pulled her up into a kiss, splashing water everywhere. Her hands came to his chest, not pushing him away, but not drawing him closer.

He shifted and licked the shell of her ear. “This might not be forever, sunshine, but you’re mine for the duration. And I take care of what’s mine.”