Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Carson
Jude fell into me like a bridge collapsing, all his restraint finally giving way to the kiss I’d spent half the movie angling for.
The awareness I’d had for him since my arrival at the ranch had bloomed into an attraction I’d fought for weeks, now transformed into a fiery arousal thanks to the dancing I was done resisting.
For all my reluctance to make the first move, I’d sure done everything in my power to get Jude to take that leap.
I’d had delicate high-school kisses, fumbling, fleeting late-night kisses, and awkward pecks goodbye, but I’d never met a kisser quite like Jude.
He didn’t kiss as much as he consumed me.
Here, at last, was a hunger to match my own.
His kiss went from uncertain to overwhelming in a matter of seconds, and I welcomed the heady rush.
Jude’s mouth was as soft and generous as I’d suspected.
His beard rasped against my skin as his tongue delved deeply, as if on a mission to meet my tonsils.
I met him eagerly, sucking on his tongue, drinking down his moans like an energy drink right to my soul.
Lost in the moment, I could have pretty easily climaxed from nothing more than kissing, especially when his hands began roaming down my shoulders and arms.
Jude being Jude, though, had to talk.
“What do you like?” He pulled back enough to ask.
“Dunno.” I wasn’t up for thinking, let alone talking. I flipped off the TV to make my point clearer that my attention was fully on getting more kissing. However, when I tugged him in for another kiss, he resisted.
“Wait.” His eyebrows knit together into one bushy line of concern. “You have done this before, right?”
“Define this.” I tried again for a second kiss. Jude was a freaking concrete pylon, though, unyielding and determined to be in my way.
He made a frustrated noise. “Making out. Sex. Fucking. Take your pick.”
“Not a virgin.” My tone was just this side of irritated because there were so many things I wanted to be doing other than talking about my relative lack of experience. “Tried it on with a couple of women.”
“And men?” He peered intently into my eyes.
“Couple of jerk-off buddies.” I sighed heavily. Evidently, Jude needed details before proceeding. “Not much kissing.”
“You seem to like it though.” His tone turned thoughtful.
“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t sure what the holdup was. Perhaps he didn’t want to corrupt me or some such nonsense, but I’d already decided to go all-in on getting physical with Jude. I pressed a kiss to his granite lips. “More.”
“I’m not sure—”
“I am.” Where he had doubt, I had certainty that I wanted whatever he was up for tonight. Further, while I likely could come from little more than his kisses, I wasn’t about to miss out on the opportunity to explore more.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Jude sounded pained.
“You won’t.” I wouldn’t let him. I’d had enough things go sideways to know how to guard my emotions and prioritize the friendship.
Hell, I’d waited a long-ass time for a friend like Jude.
One who liked kissing and might be up for more than a fast mutual jerk was a novelty I wasn’t going to let get away.
“I don’t mean physically—”
“You won’t,” I repeated, more firmly this time.
Gentling my approach, I brushed my lips across the bare parts of his cheeks and the tip of his nose before landing on his mouth again.
Yup. I liked being able to explore like this, a powerful need I hadn’t been aware of having.
Finally relaxing a mite, Jude kissed me back, but his earlier hunger was replaced by a tentativeness I wanted nothing to do with.
I kissed him harder, and he responded by deepening the kiss, but his hands kept fluttering like he wasn’t sure what or where to touch.
“You’re overthinking.” I broke away to give him a harsh glare. If logic hadn’t brought back his unbridled passion, perhaps sternness might.
“Guilty.” He offered me a crooked grin.
“Quit that.” I poked him in the chest. I sincerely regretted confessing how little experience I had because I could see the gears turning in Jude’s brain as he attempted to calculate exactly what I might be down for.
If he was afraid of spooking me, he could lay those fears to rest. “I’ll say if I wanna stop. ”
“You certainly seem determined.” His smile softened, a fondness there that told me I’d won the battle, if not the war.
“Yup.” I gave him a decisive kiss. “Not gonna scare me off.”
To make my point even clearer, I trailed a hand down his chest to rest directly above his belt buckle.
“Okay.” Jude groaned, arching into my touch, an unmistakable yes.
He kissed me, all his hunger flooding back.
Yes. I wanted that, wanted him as famished and desperate as I was.
I lowered my hand, slow enough that he could push it away if he wanted, knowing full well he wouldn’t.
I palmed him through his jeans. His cock was as thick and meaty as the rest of him.
Jude moaned low. “It’s hard to overthink when you do that. ”
“Good.” I winked at him as I continued massaging him through his jeans. “Hard is good.”
Jude gave a chuckle that ended on a moan as I unbuckled his belt. Everything else might be new and different, but this was familiar. Reassuring, almost, the way he rocked up to meet my hand as I unzipped him. He wanted this. I wanted this. Simple as that.
I had no idea what kind of kisser I was.
Passable, I hoped. However, I was a goddamn corporal of jacking off.
I certainly had enough practice on my own, and I’d proven adept at sharing that expertise a time or two.
Jude’s cock was heavy in my grip, wide with a blunt head already leaking clear fluid.
I spread the drop around with my thumb, humming with satisfaction as he made a series of broken sounds.
I stroked him slowly, learning what he liked.
Looser grip than me, surprisingly sensitive at the base of his shaft, all about the friction over his cockhead.
All information I was only too eager to exploit.
“Wait. Too damn close.” Jude panted as I sped up my strokes. Close was exactly where I wanted him. Coming would be even better, but Jude stilled my motions enough to fumble for my belt, rolling so we were both on our sides, facing each other. “I want to do something for you too.”
“Be my guest.” I stretched my arm over my head, spine lengthening, body inviting whatever he wanted to offer. I was happy to offer him a one-sided helping hand, but if he wanted in on the action, I wasn’t about to stop him.
To my surprise, though, Jude trailed his fingers upward, unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom up, taking advantage of each bit of belly and chest he revealed to touch and tease.
“I like skin,” he said simply as he pushed my shirt off.
“Skin is good,” I agreed as I mimicked his actions, unbuttoning his shirt to stroke his fuzzy chest. He had way more chest hair than I did, which was erotic as hell. As was the opportunity to touch and play. Skin was good, but it was also new.
Seeming to have regained his confidence, Jude moved onto my jeans. He wasn’t kidding about liking skin. Shucking clothes completely was a rarity, but hell if I was going to complain about seeing and experiencing more of him. Besides, more room to play with his girthy cock was an excellent thing.
After we were both naked, he returned to more of those starving kisses, drinking down my moans as his hand found my cock.
I didn’t have quite his pocket rocket, but Jude didn’t seem to care as he wrapped his fist around me with an approving growl.
His touch felt damn good, and he wasn’t the only one at risk of coming quickly.
I reached for his cock again, but our arms kept jostling each other.
Stopping kissing was the obvious solution, but that wasn’t happening, not when the kissing was so damn good.
I could make the tangle of limbs work. I used what little space I had to start an easy rhythm, but Jude made a frustrated noise.
“Come here.” Rolling onto his back, he pulled me on top of him.
“Oh.” I made a startled sound. Skin indeed. I’d never had so much of it pressed against mine. The sheer pleasure of it, all his warmth and fuzzy parts rubbing up on me, made my pulse pound and my head swim.
“Good oh?” Jude tilted his head, considering. Couldn’t have him thinking again. I gave him the most decisive of kisses.
“Fantastic.” I shifted against him for the sheer enjoyment of his chest hair, finding every last nerve ending along my torso.
He groaned, so I did it again, wiggling more deliberately.
He encouraged my movements with a hand on my back, rewarding me with deeper kisses that made my toes curl against his legs.
My hands dug into his shoulders. My cock kept nudging his, a glancing contact that made us both moan and arch.
Coming this way wasn’t at all out of the question for me.
And then Jude went and upped that probability by working a hand between us. Apparently, the incidental contact wasn’t enough for him because he took a firm hold of both of our cocks.
“Oh wow.” This time, my pleasure was unmistakable as a shudder raced through me.
Our cocks in his big hand, pressed snuggly together, but somehow both fitting.
I shivered again at the sheer eroticism of the action.
I pushed onto my knees to give him more room to stroke us.
I glanced down to watch him work, and a massive spurt of precome escaped my cock.
Wasn’t quite enough lube, though, for the amount of friction Jude was doling out, so I grabbed his hand and licked his palm, tickling the base of his fingers.
Jude groaned at the contact as if I’d licked his cock, so I teased some more.
“Here.” I got his hand nice and wet with my spit before returning it to our cocks.
“That’s even better.” He grinned up at me as he resumed stroking.