Page 50 of Dirty Like Jude
I was hurting him. Orsomething.
“You okay?What’s—”
He pulled out suddenly, and got to his feet, taking me withhim.
“Are youalright?”
He kissed me, silencing me, and started pushing me up the hall. By the time we’d made it to my bed, we’d peeled every remaining stitch of clothing from each other’s bodies. He pulled me with him onto the bed, laying back as he drew me over hiships.
I straddled him and took him inside, and when I started fucking the hell out of him, he grunted again. “Agh.Shit. That’sworse.”
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, softly, but he just rolled me off, put me on the floor again, on the rug by my bed, and started pounding into me. He held my hips with one hand, the bedside table with the other, and gave it to me. He pounded me so hard my eyes watered from theintensity.
Not pain;emotion.
A swell of lust and gratitude, relief and affection, desire and satisfaction… So many emotions at once, I couldn’t separate one from the next. It was all just one astonishing blur of…pleasure.
I screamed as the pleasure gripped me, thrashing beneath him as Icame.
I whacked my head on the bedsidetable.
A vase fell off the table and smashed on the hardwood floor, narrowly missingus.
It was like two-thirty in themorning.
I didn’t evencare.
“Roni,” he breathed, “you okay, darlin’?” He’d stopped pounding, and as the slight pain rang through my head, I looked up at him in adaze.
“Come,” I said. “Jesus Christ, don’tstop.”
So he dragged me a safe distance away from the table and kept atit.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, you feel sogood…”
“Yeah,” I moaned right back, “yeah, that dick…” And I came again, totally losing it beneathhim.
“Yeah, V…” He pounded into me with short, deep thrusts as I rode out my orgasm. “Gonna fuck that pussy…” Then he lost all his rhythm as he fell apart. He came with a growl, and as I felt his release, his muscled body locking up and his cock firing inside me… then his body going limp as he panted over me… it was pure fuckingglory.
I didthat.
I turned him on likethat.
I made Jude Grayson totally lose his shit on my bedroomfloor.
It wasn’t until after he’d come that I glimpsed, in the mirror on my closet door, the horrendous black bruise on his lowerback.
“Jude!” I gasped, as he eased himself off of me. “What the hell happened to yourback?”
“Nothing.” He eased the condom off and kissedme.
“But—”
“It’s nothing…” Then he kissed me many, many times, until I got the message and stoppedasking.
Chapter Ten
Jude
