Chapter 15 #2
His moan was all the encouragement I needed to start a slow rhythm with lots of suction, gradually going lower.
He was big enough that I had to work up to taking more, but I was determined to try.
Pulling back, I unhinged my jaw farther, grateful for my lack of gag reflex as I swallowed as much of his cock as I could.
I might not have his tongue skills, but I had deep suction and a whole lot of desire on my side.
I hung out there, nose in his patch of hair, hand on his hip, encouraging him to rock up to meet me.
Jude’s cock was so hefty that oxygen was in short supply once I reached a certain depth, but I’d mastered the art of holding my breath for a long time thanks to childhood summers spent horsing around in the pool. Jude sure seemed to appreciate my talent.
“Holy hell,” he groaned. “Are we sure you weren’t some sort of rescue swimmer in the service?”
“Got a few tricks.” I released him long enough to grab a deep breath and grin up at him.
“I see.” His chuckle died on another moan as I got back to work.
I went as far as I could down again, urging him with my hand to move in my mouth.
The more he moved, the more turned on I got.
My cock throbbed behind the zipper of my jeans.
Judging by Jude’s moans, he was getting close himself.
However, right when I thought he was almost there, he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, expression going from blissed-out to intent. “I’d honestly rather come together.”
“I’ll get there.” I hadn’t come in my pants in years, but the combination of the heavy weight of Jude’s cock filling my mouth and his moans had me ramped up enough that it was a possibility.
And if not, I had no issue with using my hand after.
My attention was way more on getting him off, but when I went to take him deep, Jude stopped me again.
“You’re amazing at this.” He tugged me up for a kiss on the mouth. His hands reached for my shirt. “I meant together. Shared.”
“Like last night?” I wrinkled my forehead, considering. I’d never had anyone as into bare skin and kissing as Jude, but the experience sure had been hot. I could be down for a repeat.
“That or similar.” Jude deftly removed my shirt before starting in on my jeans. “I’d say sixty-nine, but that tends to be one of those things that’s better in theory.”
“Not that coordinated.” My laugh turned strained as his fingers grazed my needy cock.
“Me either.” Jude motioned for me to remove my boots and the rest of my clothes as he did the same. Once naked, he darted into the nearby bathroom, returning with a little bottle of lotion. “I have a better idea.”
“Show me.” I was game for whatever he had in mind. He tumbled me back onto the bed, landing on top of me, a warm, welcome weight. His kiss was even more welcome, and I eagerly met his mouth, letting his tongue in and moaning when he went deep.
He paused long enough to pour lotion into his hand before getting both our cocks nice and slippery, but instead of the double jerk like last night, he removed his hand in favor of more kissing and trapping our cocks between us.
I moaned at how good his bigger body felt grinding against me as our cocks slid together.
“I like this.” The wonder in my tone made me give a self-conscious laugh, but Jude didn’t seem to care, offering me a tender kiss.
“Good. I do too.” He groaned as I rocked up to meet him, figuring out how to move in concert together.
I’d struggled with line dancing last night, but following Jude’s lead here was as simple as breathing.
He moved faster, then I did, then him again, until the give and take was enough to have us moaning in sync.
Jude huffed a warm breath against my cheek. “Think you can come this way?”
“Easy.” This time, my laugh was rich and full because delaying coming was the bigger issue.
I let my head fall back on the pillow, stretching under him for the sheer pleasure of how good all that muscle felt bearing down on me, strength meeting strength.
Eyes closing, I gave myself over to moving with him.
“Fuck,” Jude gasped. “You’re hot when you let go.”
“Never had a chance before.” Awe returned to my tone. And I’d meant the comment as a compliment, but Jude’s eyes narrowed.
“Glad to introduce you to this side of yourself.” His tone was somewhere between genuine and sarcastic.
Ah. He was worried I was only here to make up for lost time, a chance to experiment. Given that I was worried about not being as experienced as him and him getting bored quickly, we were quite the pair. I suppressed the urge to laugh in favor of meeting his troubled gaze.
“It’s more than that,” I whispered solemnly. And maybe I was revealing too much, too soon, but I couldn’t bear his concern a moment longer. I wanted him back on the edge, moving with me. Most of all, I wanted him to be the one to let go, to trust me.
“Yeah.” Jude gave the smallest of nods before rewarding my costly admission with more kissing.
Eager to get us back to the good place, I kissed him with abandon, bucking against him, moaning when he resumed grinding. Every time his cock slid past mine, I moaned.
“I’m close.” Jude groaned, and my body tensed at his words, orgasm lurking just out of reach.
“Do it.” I growled the order.
“Want you to go too.” Jude sounded strained at the effort of holding back.
“I will.” I reached up to cup his face, beard tickling my fingers. “Promise.”
“Gonna hold you to that.” Jude’s eyes fluttered shut as he moved faster and faster.
“Go hard,” I urged, moving my hands to his back, pulling him more firmly against me, matching each of his thrusts until we were both coming on near-simultaneous shouts.
For the first time, my orgasm didn’t feel solely my own.
Rather, it was shared in a way I hadn’t known was possible, energy ricocheting between us, his shudders feeling like mine and mine like his.
“Damn. Jude.” My voice was rough, pleasure continuing to course through me.
Collapsing against me, Jude chuckled as he rested his head near mine. “Well, that was talented.”
“Guess we tied,” I teased.
“We did.” Grinning, Jude kissed the side of my head before turning more serious. “I want to do this again.”
“Now?” I raised an eyebrow at him. He’d proven last night that he could inspire a fast turnaround time from me, but even I had limits.
“Not now. When we’re back.” He stroked a hand down my sweaty side. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”
“It’s not.” I made my tone as certain as I could. The last thing he needed was both of us doubting.
“Good.” He pressed a fast kiss to my lips. “Not sure exactly how it will work out—”
“Overthinking again.” I pulled him back for a longer kiss.
“Possibly.”
“Probably.” I gave an exaggerated yawn, wanting to linger in the good feelings and closeness, not worry about the future. “Nap now. Worry later.”
“I suppose that’s not a bad plan.” Jude joined me in yawning.
“Trust me.” I kissed his sleepy mouth. That was all I wanted.
Him to trust me. Trust me to want this. Trust me to stick around.
Trust me not to ruin our friendship. Trust me not to hurt him.
A wave of protectiveness washed over me as I drifted closer to sleep.
I wanted to earn his trust and keep it safe.