Chapter Eighteen
Liam
The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the tangled sheets of my bed.
My body stirs, still half-asleep, but fully aware of the heat radiating from Jude’s skin.
His bare ass is pressed tight against my groin, and already, my cock is waking up with a vengeance, throbbing against the curve of his perfect asscheeks.
I can’t believe how much I crave him. How his body, his smell, his fucking everything consumes me.
I never once looked at a man sexually until Jude. Yet, I can’t get enough of him.
I shift slightly, grinding my hips forward, letting my stiffening cock slide between his cheeks, teasing the rim of his asshole.
Fuck, he’s warm, and the thought of burying myself inside him again makes my dick twitch in anticipation.
My hand slides down his chest, feeling the faint rise of his pecs, the light dusting of blond hair that trails down to his navel.
He’s lean but strong, his muscles taut and defined, and just touching him makes my pulse race.
“Jude,” I murmur, my voice rough with sleep and desire. My lips brush against the back of his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there, and he stirs with a soft moan. Fuck, that sound goes straight to my cock, hardening me even more. “Jude, wake up. I need you.”
He slowly rolls over to face me, his blue eyes heavy-lidded and darker than usual with sleep. “Morning,” he says, his voice husky.
“Morning,” I whisper, slowly climbing on top of him.
“Somebody woke up frisky.” He grins, looking boyish as he eyes my cock pressing against his stomach, leaving a wet trail of precum on his skin.
“Sorry.” I laugh. “Can’t help it. This is what you do to me.” I lean down, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss, my tongue plunging into his mouth as I grind against him.
He moans louder, and his hands roam over my body, gripping my ass and pulling me closer.
I can feel his own hardness pressing against my thigh.
God, I never thought cocks were beautiful until Jude.
His is thick and long, just masculine perfection.
My hole throbs and I wonder if maybe one day I’ll let him fuck me.
Would I want that? Do I have the nerve? What would it feel like to have Jude claim my body?
Excitement nudges me at the thought, but right now, I need to be back inside his warm hole.
“Can I fuck you?” I pant, breaking the kiss to nip at his jawline, his throat. “I need you. Now.”
“Yeah, I picked up on that, big fella.” He sounds amused as he spreads his muscular thighs wider. “For the record, I’m not complaining.”
I smile and grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table. “I think I can handle the lube this time. I’m not as nervous.”
“I love a quick learner,” he murmurs, stroking himself slowly.
My heart races as I slick my fingers with the lube. I gently slide two fingers down between his asscheeks, and he moans as I press my slick fingers against his puckered hole. He gasps as they slip in, arching his back as I work him open, stretching him with two fingers, then three.
I finger him and torture him until he’s squirming on the bed, pleading for release. Then I torture him some more, sucking on his nipples as I finger fuck him. By the time I’m ready to take him, he’s a sweaty, weak mess, trembling on the bed.
“I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me,” he groans, holding his knees open. “Come on, Liam, fuck me.”
“Patience, little one.” I smirk, pulling my fingers out and lining up my cock with his entrance.
“Patience, my ass,” he grumbles.
“And what a nice ass it is,” I say, pressing my dick against his hole.
I slowly thrust into him, burying myself in his warm, clutching heat.
He cries out, his nails digging into my biceps, and I groan, the tightness of him overwhelming me.
Fuck, he feels incredible, hot, slick, and tight, his body gripping my dick like he was made for me.
He was.
I start to move, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that has us both sweating and panting.
His ass clenches around me with every stroke, and I lean down, catching his lips in a kiss.
I pound into him, loving how sturdy he is and how I don’t have to be too gentle.
“You feel so damn good,” I growl against his mouth, my hips stuttering as I get closer and closer to the edge. “I love you, Jude.”
He moans, his hand dropping to his own cock, stroking himself in time with my thrusts. “Liam,” he whimpers, his voice breaking. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
“No way.” I stare into his beautiful eyes, studying every inch of his face. His lashes are so thick and dark, his lips full and ripe. I love the way they part as his orgasm nears, little needy pants escaping his mouth.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah,” he mumbles, eyes rolling up in his head.
Then he’s coming, giving a low, guttural moan, his cum spurting out in thick ropes between our heaving bodies.
Watching him unravel is all it takes to push me over the edge.
I bury myself deep inside him one last time, my cock pulsing as I spill my load into him, filling him up until I’m empty.
I collapse on top of him, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.
Our mouths find each other, and we share warm breaths as we both come down from our orgasmic high.
“Damn, Jude,” I murmur against his lips, my cock still twitching inside him. “You’re fucking perfect for me.”
He smiles, slipping his arms around my neck. “That was a nice way to wake up.”
I grin and slowly pull out of him, carefully settling beside him on the bed. We wipe off with tissues from the nightstand, and then hold each other, watching the morning light play on the ceiling.
“What would you like for breakfast today?” I ask. “I’m thinking either French toast or ham and cheese omelets.”
He glances at the clock beside the bed. “Do we have time for either?”
“We should. I usually have time to make breakfast for us.”
He laughs. “We don’t usually have sex in the morning. At least…” He gives me a dirty look. “I don’t.”
I grimace. “To be honest, since you came to town, that wasn’t a thing for me and Kara anymore.”
“Sure it wasn’t.” He rolls his eyes, and slips out of the bed.
“I’m serious.” I watch him go toward the master bath, admiring his firm asscheeks and sinewy thighs. I’m not that surprised when my cock stirs at the sight of him. Jude gets to me in a way no one else ever has.
He shuts the bathroom door without a word.
I don’t really blame him if thinking about me sleeping with Kara bothers him.
It must have been torture for him on the nights she slept over.
If our positions had been reversed, and that had been Ben spending the night, I think Ben might have had a mysterious fall down the stairs.
I hear the shower start and I get up and pull on my underwear. Then I hurry downstairs to fix us a quick but delicious French toast breakfast. By the time Jude comes down, I’ve eaten mine, and I run up to shower while he slams his food.
As we leave the house, I say, “Let’s ride to work together.”
He glances over, surprised. “Really?”
I frown. “We’re a couple now, Jude. Why would we drive separately unless one of us needs a car after work or something?”
“I guess.” His expression is impassive as he climbs into my SUV. He doesn’t speak as he clips his seatbelt, but he looks happy.
I start the car and head down the driveway toward the main road. “You thought I was going to tell you to keep this a secret, didn’t you?” I give him a chiding glance.
He lifts one shoulder. “Maybe.”
I sigh. “What part of I love you and can’t live without you are you not hearing?”
He looks out the window, his jaw tense. “People say things. They don’t always follow through.”
“I’m not like that.” I scowl. “When I say I’ll do something, I do it.”
He glances over and his expression softens. “Yeah, you actually are like that.”
“Then could you please stop waiting for me to fail?” I laugh gruffly.
He’s quiet for a bit, then he shifts toward me. “Liam, it’s going to be very weird for you to come out. You’re going to get a lot of looks. People are going to whisper behind your back. Everyone thinks of you as this huge womanizer. Now you’re suddenly in love with me?”
I grip the wheel. “I’m not an idiot. I know there will be a lot of shocked people.”
“Absolutely.” He sighs. “And I don’t even blame them. Frankly, it’s hard for me to believe you want me.”
“We’re going to have to work on your self-esteem.” I shake my head.
“This isn’t really that I think I’m a loser or anything.
It’s more that, I’m a good enough catch and you’re like the golden boy of this town.
Everyone loves you. You’re just that kind of guy.
I’m not like that and never will be. I’m pretty sure even your family will wonder why the hell you broke up with a girl like Kara for me. ”
I wince inwardly because I fully expect to get some flak from my family.
Especially Mom. She adored Kara and is dying for grandkids.
“Kara wasn’t my mate, you are. And my family understands the mate bond.
Will they be surprised, of course. But they’ll accept and respect our bond, Jude. I know they will.”
He sighs, fingers fidgeting on his seatbelt. “I just don’t want you to be unprepared for the amount of pushback you might get.”
“I’m a realist,” I say. “And most importantly, I love you, Jude.”
He glances over. “You’d better because I still have to break up with Ben, and that is not going to be easy. I know he won’t see it coming.”
I scowl. “No, he won’t. Because that pipsqueak thought you were already his.”
He laughs. “I’ve never seen you jealous before. You’re a petty asshole aren’t you? You won, Liam. Ben is going to be heartbroken. Stop bagging on him.”