Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Carson
Jude and I were about to burn his kitchen down, and I couldn’t care less. I’d waited days for this kiss, and hell if I was going to stop now. We likely had more talking to do, but it could wait.
The whole drive to Jude’s, I’d anticipated this moment when we got past the awkwardness and got back to the kissing.
I hadn’t been willing to consider any other alternative.
I was ready to fight for him and for us.
I’d finally figured out what I wanted from this new life of mine.
Jude was at the top of my list, and I’d arrived with the same sort of determination I’d used on countless missions.
Mission achieved, at least for the moment, because Jude was kissing me like he hadn’t eaten in a week. I reached for the hem of his black T-shirt.
“Couch or bed?” I asked, not particularly caring about which he picked as long as I got him naked soon.
“Bed.” Jude tugged me toward the stairs before stopping with his foot on the first step to turn back toward me. “Wait. Can you stay?”
“A bit. Not overnight.” Having Jude as my singular goal had made putting up with Colt’s concern over me driving easier.
After getting the green light from my doctor to try driving again, Colt had let me practice some in the parking lot before he drove us home.
I’d insisted on trying again after dinner and this morning.
I’d felt sixteen again, determined to get my big brother to let me borrow the truck without tagging along.
Finally, Maverick, my new favorite person, had told Colt to let me have the truck for the evening.
“I understand.” Jude pulled me in for a fast kiss before heading up the stairs. “We don’t want Colt sending out his deputies.”
“Nope.” I chuckled because that was exactly something Colt might do. “But if he guesses, oh well.”
Jude’s eyes flickered with discomfort before he busied himself opening his bedroom door. “I’m not ashamed of what we have. Your brother might have words for me though.”
“Let him.” I rubbed Jude’s shoulder through his shirt, trying to ease whatever worry he had. Colt was overprotective, but he wasn’t a dick. The worst he might do was grumble a warning, not deck Jude. “He’ll get over it.”
“Yeah.” Jude didn’t sound particularly convinced, but he gathered me close nonetheless. “Where were we?”
“Bed.” I pointed, making my voice more of a command than a request. The dog chose the moment to come striding into the room, heading right for a chew toy laying on a blanket under the window.
“He’s likely to whine if I shut him out.” Jude glanced at Lucky like he might be about to banish him, when I knew full well he wouldn’t.
“He can stay.” I chuckled. Jude was absolutely keeping that dog, no question. Spoiled rotten already. The dog seemed happy enough with his toy, so I got back to the business of undressing Jude.
Peeling his clothes off had been one of my favorite pastimes the last few weeks, and I’d missed having all his fuzzy warmth to explore.
Jude seemed equally eager to get me naked.
I’d showered and put on a decent shirt before coming over.
If Colt and Maverick had noted my date-ready appearance, they’d known better than to mention it.
I was only too happy to let Jude unsnap my shirt and push off my jeans as I touched every bit of him I could reach. As soon as we were both naked, he tumbled me onto the bed. He wasted no time in slithering down my front.
“I was gonna—” I put up a token protest.
“Me first.” Jude pressed a kiss to my lower stomach. “Please?”
“Well, if you’re asking…” I pretended to need to think when the truth was that my dick was already stretching skyward, tip leaking, my abs tensing with anticipation for what that man could do with his mouth.
Jude needed no further invitation before he started teasing. Where I typically went right for the main course, Jude liked to take his time driving me wild. He licked me like an ice cream cone until my hips rocked up to meet his devious tongue.
“Jude.” I turned his name into a plea. He had mercy for my pitiful state and took me fully into his mouth at last. I might be able to hold my breath a good long while, but Jude had unrivaled suction power combined with that devilish tongue of his.
“Fuck.” All I could do was moan as he reduced me to a quivering tower of gelatin.
Not content with sucking out all my brain cells, Jude went for a new trick, running his finger behind my balls, across the thin skin there.
He uncovered a new set of nerve endings I’d been largely unaware of, but I wasn’t complaining.
Far from it, actually. His touch felt good, especially coupled with his mouth on my dick. Curiosity mingled with desire as his finger crept lower until he circled my rim. I opened my legs wider to give him better access. He readjusted his position, returning with two spit-slick fingers to tease.
“Damn.” The curse was about all I could manage to convey how much I liked what he was doing. Well, that, and my hips kept bucking like a rodeo horse. Fuck. Much more of this, and I was going to blow. But Jude had spoiled me into a preference for shared orgasms. “Wait. Want together.”
“Me too.” Jude grinned up at me, releasing my dick but continuing to stroke my rim. “You seem to like the fingering.”
“Uh-huh.” If he was angling for conversation, it wasn’t going to happen while he kept touching me.
“Want me to top?” Jude asked conversationally.
“If you want.” I’d been curious about bottoming from the start, but I only wanted it if Jude was into the idea. His eyes flared dark with heat and need.
“I want.” Jude nodded, sounding a lot more decisive than usual about topping. Good because I was beyond eager as he reached for the lube and resituated himself between my legs to get serious about his teasing.
He eased a finger in, and I moaned. His touch felt so much better than whatever explorations I’d managed while jerking off. He was too damn slow, however, so I rocked on his finger, drawing him deeper and deeper until he found a particularly awesome spot.
“Holy fuck.” I clenched, which felt even better.
“You like?” Jude knew perfectly well I did.
“God, yes.” I groaned again as he returned with two fingers. I let him work me open slowly, enjoying the stretch, until I ran out of patience.
“Now,” I demanded, but the maddening man flopped next to me instead of getting his dick in my ass like I’d commanded.
“You on top.” He pulled my arm, encouraging me to move. “You can control it better for your first time.”
Huh. Hadn’t considered that idea, but now that he’d made the suggestion, I liked it plenty. My dick gave an eager pulse as I straddled his thick thighs.
“Ride ’em, cowboy.” I chuckled. My turn to tease. I took my sweet time lubing his cock and grinding against his thighs until he was the one moaning.
“Please.”
“Reckon I could.” I upped the country drawl just to make him laugh. But I could only take so much laughing before my own need won out. I rose up over his dick, using a hand to steady it.
“Go as slow as you need,” Jude urged.
Fuck that. I wanted fast, and I wanted now. I lowered myself down with control, but plenty of speed, only pausing to gasp once I was fully seated on his dick.
“Good?” Like Jude needed to ask, but I was a bit too preoccupied to stick my tongue out at him as he deserved, especially when he got a hand on my aching dick.
“Fuck yeah.” I rode him, cautiously at first, then faster and faster as my ass adjusted. He was thick and heavy inside me, the best sort of pressure, igniting nerve endings from my rim to that spot, a never-ending loop of pleasure. The more I rode, the more he stroked.
“Think you can come this way?” Jude asked like my leaking dick wasn’t a dead giveaway.
“More like can’t not.” I probably wasn’t making the most sense, but I got my point across by riding him harder, thrusting into his hand.
“Do it,” Jude encouraged, running his thumb across my cockhead.
“Want you to go too.” I was willing to hold off if it meant him coming along with me, which had fast become one of my favorite things.
“I will.” Jude patted my ass with his free hand. “Don’t worry about me. Just ride.”
“Giddyup.” I half moaned, half laughed, with the moan winning out as Jude stroked me faster. “Fuck.”
He wasn’t playing around, jacking me exactly how I liked. That, combined with the new sensation of him in my ass, all that targeted pressure right where I wanted it most, had me climbing higher and higher until I couldn’t hold off a second longer.
“Jude.” This time his name was less plea and more prayer as I came all over his fist and belly. The orgasm hit different from normal, resonating deep in my ass, making me clench over and over as the climax fried all my senses. Hell, I swore I could see sound and hear colors.
“Oh fuck.” Jude’s eyes went wide with surprise as he bucked under me. I rode him through my orgasm, determined to get him there, and he came on a shout while my dick was still pulsing in his hand.
I let us both float back to earth for a moment before I grinned down at him.
“I win.”
Jude wrinkled up his face, adorably confused. “The race to orgasm?”
“You.” I gave him a sound kiss before disentangling our bodies and collapsing next to him, my head on his chest.
“Hey now.” Jude prodded my shoulder. “No napping, or your brother will come hunt you down.”
I let out a prolonged yawn and snuggled in harder. “Willing to risk it.”
“I’d rather he find out about us without being worried you ran his truck into a ditch.” Jude kissed my forehead.
“Fair.” I groaned, reluctantly raising my head off his chest. “I can tell him?”
“Yeah.” Jude gave a slow nod. “Unless you want to do it together?”
“Nah.” I shook my head. Jude was already far too anxious. We didn’t need to do a formal tell-the-family thing. I simply wanted to stop hiding in all aspects of my life. “Rather get it out in the open.”
“Okay. I’ll leave it to you.” Jude pulled me close for another kiss, but his eyes stayed wary.
“We good?” I asked after he released me.
“Never better.” He smiled, but I wasn’t sure I believed him. Or rather, we were certainly in a better place than two hours prior, but we still had a ways to go to settle into a normalcy around being a couple.