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It was suddenly difficult to breathe. I planted my hands on her thighs and lowered my forehead to hers. I wanted Jude with an intensity that frightened me. I had from the day she skipped into our dorm and announced herself our new roommate. I wasn’t a nice guy, though. I wasn’t sensitive and considerate like Baron. I wasn’t brilliant and good-natured like Ezra. I was just me—a guy who was having some really dirty fantasies about this girl and this washing machine. A guy whose mom hadn’t chosen him, a guy who was angry twelve hours out of twenty-four, a guy who was big and brutish and inflexible in the best of circumstances… I couldn’t hurt her. I couldn’t screw this up. It would break me.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said, the words emerging as a rough whisper. “And I don’t want to treat you like some piece of ass—”
She leaned back slightly so she could search my expression. “I’m not going to break, Galen.” She smiled, and her mouth was pure sin. “And sometimes a girl wants to be treated like a piece of ass.”
Stick a fork in me. I was done.
Chapter 35: Jude
Isaw the decision in Galen’s eyes the moment it was formed. A current leapt between us and his hands went to the waistband of my leggings, rolling them down and over my hips along with my underwear. I lifted to help him, toeing my shoes off, and together we managed to get them off one leg and around the ankle of the other.
Was I really doing this? Here, in the dorm’s community laundry room?
Hell, yes, I was.
It was time for the promise of the kiss we’d shared at Sugar Babes, and all the chemistry-charged intensity between us, to come to fruition. Galen’s hands dove into the front pockets of his pants and he pulled out a handful of candy wrappers, a wad of cash, and a condom. My hands went to his belt and he let me fumble with it for a second before taking over and swiftly divesting himself of his pants and boxer briefs. I reached behind me and undid my bra, letting it fall to the crook of my elbows, unable to look away from his cock as it bobbed free of its confinement. He was long and thick, with a single angry vein running from base to tip.
Watching me watch him with a hooded gaze, he gave himself a squeeze, and then his eyes and hands were on my body. He traced the progress of my bra, fingertips brushing my nipples to attention as it fell away, and then moving down, across the flat skin of my stomach to lightly tease the place between my legs before he slid it around to grip the bottom of one cheek.
One hand returned to press against my sternum, pushing me inexorably back against the cold metal surface of the washing machine at the same time his hand tugged my ass to its edge. I squeaked, my skin sticking to the metal and the position awkward until he moved his hands to lift both thighs and anchor them against his shoulders. “Oh, God…” I muttered, watching as his head dipped, his face brushing against my skin as he plotted a path to his destination. “You don’t have to… we can just… it’s the laundry room, Galen!”
He looked up across the span of my body and widened the space between my legs with an insistent touch. “And?”
“Don’t you think we should be… fast?”
He lowered his face to exhale against my core, his breath coming hot and sending little flutters pulsing through me. “Don’t worry… I hung a sock on the doorknob.”
I started laughing, only to be cut off by the touch of his lips to my clit. “Ohhhh… shit.”
I felt him smile against me, and then he was licking into me in earnest. Galen did oral the way he did everything: with an intensity and a kind of devoted fury that I couldn’t hide from. I came with embarrassing speed and fervor, my fingers clutching his face to me for long moments after the last aftershock had passed.
He wiped his face on my inner thigh, and then, with a wicked smile, reached over my head to the control panel of the washing machine. “Oh, no…”
“Oh, yes…” He flipped something and there was a low hum of sensation beneath me, a mechanical clank and whir as the washer engaged and began to cycle. “I’ve always wanted to try this.” I started to laugh again, relishing the lightness between us, and then Galen stepped more fully between my legs, encouraging me to wrap them around his waist and hold myself steady. Without breaking eye contact, he rolled the condom down his length, then gripped my hips with both hands. He nudged my entrance and I spread my legs farther to give him more room. “Ready, baby?”
Baby.No one had ever called me baby before. I liked it. I nodded breathlessly, and in a single, sure thrust, he slammed home.
“God bless America—” I arched my back and twisted. He was thick, and big, and despite my readiness, it had been a while. As in freshman-year-of-college-a-while. And the condom didn’t help.
Above me, Galen froze. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I breathed through my nose. “Give me a minute.”
“God, Jude, were you… if I had known—”
“No, no. I’m not a virgin. It’s just been a minute.” His expression was devastated. I rolled my hips experimentally and the pinch that was more than a pinch had faded. I fluttered my lashes at him. “And your cock is just so big…”
His eyes narrowed and he retreated a couple of inches before pushing carefully back into me, watching closely for signs of pain. “Is that a fact?”
I smiled, catching my bottom lip with my teeth. My teasing had worked. “So big.” Closing my eyes, I gave myself up to the exquisite sensation of him pumping in and out of me, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed and authority. “So good. Don’t stop, Galen. Please don’t stop.”
“Not a chance…”
Somehow, he managed to adjust his rhythm to the cadence of the washing machine. He thrust, it shook, and sensation was a slowly tightening coil low in my belly. Sound—the whoosh of the machine beneath us, the slap of our skin, and the rough labor of sighs and breaths—wrapped around me, spinning me in a cocoon that was uniquely ours. And then, without warning, my climax broke upon me like a wave, cresting and rolling and smashing, leaving me numb to anything but the feel of Galen and the sight of him, dark and purposeful above me, filling my vision, my body, my heart.
He lifted me, one arm wrapping around my back and the other beneath my bottom, and carried me two steps to the wall, where he held me against the painted cinder blocks and fucked his release into me with steady drives of his hips. And then he sagged against me, his mouth open and seeking against mine, and the wall held us both as we caught our breath and floated down together.
Slowly our breathing returned to normal, and I unwound my legs from Galen’s waist. I winced as he slid from me, stiffening my unsteady legs to keep myself upright. Galen handed me my bra and I dressed while he took care of the condom, both of us silent now that the heat had cooled.
