Chapter 13 #2
“Yeah.” I gave a happy moan. Between my leaky faucet of a cock and the spit, our cocks slid easily through his fist. He knew exactly how to work us too.
Especially the way he used his thumb up top and a tighter grip toward the bottom.
Didn’t take long before my thighs tightened and my spine tingled. “Close.”
“Me too. Keep kissing me,” he demanded in a harsh whisper.
“Gladly.” Like I could stop now. I put my all into the kiss, bending forward to kiss him deeply, letting his tongue own my mouth.
I sucked on his tongue, playing with it like it were a dick, intending to edge him closer.
However, the feel of him in my mouth, coupled with the magic of his hand, had me right there in record time. “Oh fuck.”
I didn’t have more warning than that as my orgasm swept over me.
I moaned and shook as I came all over his fist. Felt like an IED had detonated deep inside me, shock waves spreading out, one after another.
Jude sped up his strokes, using my come to ease the way, which was enough to tease one last spurt from me.
“Come on.” I rubbed his arms, urging him to join me.
“Yes.” Jude grunted, a low, primal sound as he followed my order almost to the instant, bucking upward as he too came.
I grinned down at him, feeling like I’d won a gold medal even though he’d done most of the work. He grinned back, an excellent sign that he wasn’t about to be smacked with post-orgasm regret.
“Damn.” His gaze moved to his come-covered hand. I wasn’t sure whether he was impressed or grossed out, so I hopped off him to fetch a towel from the bathroom.
“Damn, that was amazing.” I tossed him the towel after cleaning off my stomach. I took a chance on stretching back out next to him. Not to cuddle per se, but this was technically my bed, so he could deal with the inevitable cleanup awkwardness.
“Yeah?” Jude pushed himself up on his elbow so he could peer down at me, concern darkening his gaze.
“Yeah.” Making my tone firm, I rolled my eyes at him. And here I’d been worried he was the one with regrets. “Chill. Not gonna run.”
“I know.” Jude’s lengthy exhale said he hadn’t known shit. He ran a tentative hand down my arm. “It’s more that I don’t want to do something you don’t like.”
That earned him another eye roll. “Only way to find out is to try.”
Despite Jude’s concern, I was still in post-orgasmic bliss, and my relaxed muscles seemed to have also relaxed my brain-to-speech pathway. I offered him another grin.
“Point taken.” He gave me the smallest of smiles in return. “I’m probably being ridiculous.”
“Probably.” My voice was terry-cloth dry. “Not. Gonna. Run.”
“Good. That mean you’d be down with a repeat sometime?” His tone was cautiously hopeful.
“Give me ten.” I chuckled.
Since he’d been the one to mention doing this again, I rolled toward him so I could stroke his chest, show him how very open I was to more fooling around.
“Okay.” Apparently suitably appeased, he arched into my touch with a pleased groan. “Do you have any sort of wish list beyond jerking off?”
“Everything.” This man and his questions were going to be the death of me.
“Carson.” He shot me a pointed look.
“I’m serious.” I met him stare for stare. “Not much I won’t try with you.”
“You’re no help.” He laughed before his tone turned serious again. “I want to please you. That’s kind of my thing. I like giving you what you want.”
Seeing as how I wanted everything, including things I had yet to consider, I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I kissed him instead, a swift press of my mouth intended to reassure him.
“I wanna please you too,” I said against his lips before kissing him again. “What else is your thing?”
Jude broke away, eyes narrowing like he was thinking hard. Perhaps he was more used to being the question asker. Tough. I might not know exactly what I wanted, but I sure wanted to give Jude maximum pleasure.
“Everything.” Jude chuckled. I raised an eyebrow, daring him to go on. “Okay, okay, some things more than others. Oral. Rubbing off. Most folks seem to want me to top.”
“You like that?” I didn’t want to be “most folks” to Jude. I wanted to be spectacular. Memorable. Special.
“Yeah. I can be versatile in that department as well.” Jude sounded rather nonchalant about fucking, which I filed away for later. “Giving oral might be my favorite, but I like lots of things.”
“Then trust me to like lots.” I held his gaze. Maybe that was what I wanted most—his trust. I wanted him to trust that I wanted to be here, that I wasn’t going anywhere, and that my inexperience wasn’t a barrier.
“I’ll try.” Jude stroked my shoulder, meandering down my arm to rest on my hip. “I don’t want this to change anything between us.”
Ah. There it was, his real concern. Seeing as I was equally invested in things not being weird in the morning, I nodded, hoping my expression was at least moderately reassuring.
“Doesn’t have to.” I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Couple of friends.” Another kiss that was definitely more than friendly, calling my words into question. I tried again. “No one’s business what we do.”
That was the more important point. We could be whatever we wanted in private. And ideally, we could continue on as friends both in and out of the bedroom. We’d both had friendships go off the rails after orgasms, but I was determined not to lose Jude.
“I suppose you’re right.” Jude kissed me back, mouth softer now, like he’d reached some internal decision that he could stop fretting.
“Usually am.” I danced my fingers down his chest before nudging his belly with my erection.
“Damn.” Jude glanced down at my revived cock. “Are you already gunning to go again?”
“Could.” I grinned at him. The playful vibe sprouting out of the awkward talk made my chest feel light and airy. “Might get you to stop thinking.”
“True.” Jude winked at me before slithering lower on the bed to be even with my groin.
He pushed me onto my back before I could even register what was happening.
Moving between my legs, he gave me a devilish smile, which was almost as welcome as whatever he had planned.
Jude, free and easy, made my back relax into the mattress as he pressed a kiss to my hipbone.
“Probably taste like come,” I warned. There was only so much a dry towel could do on cleanup duty.
“This is me not caring.” Jude dropped a series of kisses from my hip to the base of my cock. If he didn’t mind, then I wasn’t going to either. The taste of spunk could ramp me up something powerful. If Jude were similar, we would get along extra well.
Jude licked a narrow stripe up the shaft of my cock, swiping his tongue across the head before sliding back down the other side.
This sort of teasing was a far cry from my admittedly few other experiences with receiving oral.
Efficient and sloppy were probably the best ways to sum up those forgettable encounters.
Jude, on the other hand, was the direct opposite, taking his time to play.
He blew a warm breath across my tip before dishing out more featherlight licks, waiting until I was gasping and rocking upward to take me fully into his mouth.
I wasn’t particularly huge, so I wasn’t surprised that he could slide all the way down, but his suction power and tongue action damn near stole the rest of my breath away.
“Fuck. You’re good.”
“Told you.” He paused long enough to beam up at me, as content as I’d seen him. “I love doing this.”
“Not gonna stop you.” My chuckle died as soon as he took me back in his mouth.
Given that I’d come a short while earlier, I’d figured to relax into the experience, let it slowly build.
Jude, however, was having none of that. He was too damn good, finding a steady, devastating rhythm that married hard suction with soft tongue.
He got his hand involved as well as he fondled my balls.
“Damn.” I half laughed, half groaned. I hadn’t been this quick on the trigger in a decade. “Close already.”
“Excellent.” Jude waggled his eyebrows at me, delight evident in his expression. “And yes, I swallow. Might as well mention I’m tested and such.”
“Me too.” I managed the barest attention to the necessary exchange of information before Jude was back at it, bobbing his head up and down, faster now. “Oh fuck. Keep doing that.”
Jude seemed to like the encouragement because he went that much more enthusiastically, sucking harder and milking my shaft with his tongue. Somehow, he figured out how to increase the friction across my cockhead on the upstroke, and a familiar tension gathered in the small of my back.
“Gonna come.” I eked out the smallest of warnings before the orgasm hit.
My hips surged upward, but Jude stayed right with me, drinking down my come with sexy-as-hell audible swallows. I was gonna replay those sounds for years. Instant arousal. Fuck. Everything Jude did got me off like never before. His enthusiasm. His sounds. His firm grip on my hip and my balls.
I wanted the orgasm to last forever, but eventually, the pleasure ebbed.
As I came back to bodily awareness, Jude flopped next to me, hand already on his cock.
I had every intention of helping, but I got distracted by his eyes fluttering shut as he licked his shiny lower lip.
I wanted in on that, so I rolled to my side to kiss him.
As soon as our lips touched, Jude came. I swallowed down his groans, and my tired cock pulsed, not enough to get hard again, but definitely taking notice.
“Damn.” I shook my head at him, more than a little impressed. His love of oral was a hell of a turn-on. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Good?” He grinned, knowing damn well it had been way more than good. And his renewed confidence was the best part of the whole thing.
“Awesome.” I grinned right back.
The energy between us was free and easy. I let my head drop onto his chest. After cuddles were definitely new, but as Jude’s arms came around me, I settled in like we’d been doing this for years.
He kissed the top of my head before gesturing at the rumpled bedding surrounding us. “We might need to sleep in the other bed.”
“No objections.” I caught his meaning that he’d like to sleep together as opposed to retreating to our separate spaces.
I liked that idea a lot. The mere thought of spending the night pressed against his warm, bare skin was enough to make desire spread across my chest, warm and thick like honey. “Shower first.”
If Jude could voice his wants, I could do the same.
I’d spent years schooling myself to never look at others in the locker room and to shower as efficiently as possible.
Jude was a chance to finally explore so many parts of myself I’d never met before.
And he was a friend, a huge bonus. I glanced at the bedside clock, wishing with everything I had that morning and the real world simply wouldn’t come.