I can feel him. Every single inch and my legs shake at the thought of him inside me. Tearing his mouth from mine, he kisses down my jaw, my throat, and dips his tongue between my breasts before pulling down my sports bra and taking my nipple in his mouth. The sensation warms me everywhere, and when he swirls his tongue around it, I cry out, my nails biting into his shoulders. Holding me up with his body, he runs his hand down my hips and takes ahold of my pants and shorts before pulling them down my thighs as far as they’ll go. Placing his hands on my bare ass, he squeezes it before snaking one of his hands up to my dripping wet center. He then moves his fingers inside me. I cry out, my legs squeezing him as he slowly fucks me with his long, thick fingers.

Remembering that the walls are very thin and Skylar has warned me countless times to make sure music is playing, I say, “Oh God, Jude, give me a second.”

He stops, looking at me questioningly before I search for my phone in the pocket of my bundled up sweatpants. When I finally find it, my hands are shaking, but somehow I link it to my Bluetooth speakers and push play on the first playlist I have. It’s one of my covers’ playlists, which is fine; it’s mostly acoustic music. Total sex music. Or at least I hope it is. Really, who gives a shit? I doubt either of us will actually be listening. Turning it up to where I think we’re safe, I toss my phone to the side and wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him in close. I kiss him slowly before parting and running my tongue along his lips.

“I usually don’t do it with music,” he says roughly against my lips, his fingers still playing with my naked ass.

“I don’t want the RA called on me.”

“See, no one can say anything at my house. I’m the captain,” he says, giving me a grin. “Next time we’ll go there.”

Next time. Why am I hoping there is a next time when we haven’t even gotten to the main event? Before anything else can be said, Jude carries me to the bed, laying me softly on it before pulling his shirt up and over his head. I sit up, pushing my pants, shorts, and panties down and off before reaching up to run my hand along his chest, down his abs, to the button of his jeans. When I glance up, his eyes are hooded, full of lust as he watches me. I want to admire all the tattoos along his chest and arms, but I am too far gone to care. I want him. Need him. Now.

I smile and he smiles back before reaching under my arms to help remove my bra and covering my body with his. He’s so much bigger than me. Stronger and more defined. And God, he feels amazing against my naked skin. I’m used to being close to naked in front of guys, but being fully naked, all my imperfections out for Jude to see… I should be nervous, but I’m not. Looking into his eyes, I see nothing but pure admiration for me and it’s so unreal. Never have I had this.

Sitting up, Jude drinks me in, his hands exploring my body. When he pauses, I cringe because I know he found it.

“That’s hot,” he says, running his finger along my brown mole that is under my boob.

“Sure it is,” I say, smacking his hand away.

He smiles, bringing my hand up and biting my fingertip. I take in a deep breath as he says, “It is.”

Before I can answer or tell him he’s crazy, he’s kissing down my throat, my breasts, my stomach, and when his mouth settles between my legs, I almost come off the bed. Biting down on my lip, I scream internally as he assaults my pussy like he owns it, and at that moment, he does. My whole body is blistering hot; sweat drips down my temple into my hair, and I try not to scream, but I’m not doing a very good job of it. When my body seizes, he doesn’t let up. He ruthlessly licks my clit until I’m crying out so loud, I’m sure that people across campus hear me.

“Fuck, you’re so loud. It’s making me so fucking hard,” he says, standing and chucking his pants off and to the side. When his huge, hard dick springs out toward me, I can see why all the girls on campus love Jude Sinclair.

“Holy huge penis, batman.”

He laughs and my face turns red. I can’t believe I just said that, but my filter is clouded with lust. Reaching out, I take his huge dick and cover it with my mouth, stopping his laughter. Taking a step toward me, he pushes his dick farther in my mouth. I suck him in and out of my mouth quickly. All of a sudden, though, my hair falls along my shoulders from where he undid my clip as I lick and tease him like he did me. I’m a little rusty since I haven’t given head in a really long time, but the noises he’s making are promising and fuel me to go faster as his fingers tangle in my hair. I can feel him about to come and I’m excited for it, but before he can, he pulls himself from my mouth and shakes his head.

“I want to be in you.”

“Condom though, right?” I ask with my brows brought in.

He nods as he reaches for his jeans, pulling his wallet out. “Of course, baby.”

Why did I just swoon? Lying back on the bed, I watch as he sheathes himself before covering my body with his. Cupping me behind my knees, he brings my legs back before directing himself toward my wet center. Before he can go in though, I say, “I haven’t been with anyone in three years.”

I’m not 100% sure why I said that, but something possessive burns in his eyes and he nods slowly. “I’ll take it easy, but I’m not gonna lie, Claire. I’ve been around, but that stops after this.”

Then he enters me and lights go off behind my eyes. He’s too big or I’m too small, and I want to say stop from the burning sensation between my legs, but then he pulls out slowly, going back in again, and it starts to feel good with each thrust. Soon he’s causing another orgasm within me and I’m thrashing beneath him. Pressing down on my legs, he drops his mouth to mine, kissing the stuffing out of me as he thrusts into me so gently but at the same time hard. It’s insane and feels oh so great.

When my body tightens around him, he groans, dropping his head to mine as he continues to thrust inside me. “Fuck, you are so damn tight, baby,” he whispers against my lips.

My nails dig into his ass as he picks up speed, our bodies slapping together, and then he slams into me one last time, a guttural sound leaving his lips as he falls on top of me, going completely limp. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath, our hearts both beating out of control but together at the same time. Turning his face, he smiles at me before pressing his lips to the side of my mouth.

“I knew you were a game changer, Claire Anderson.”