Chapter 3 #2
Jude glanced at their bound hands but let it slide for the moment.
Scott led Jude out of the bedroom and to another where three guys were using the queen bed that dominated the space.
Scott shoved one of them over to give them a spot near the wall.
He laid back, putting his hands behind his head while his hard-on bobbed in Jude’s direction.
“Have at it.”
Jude scoffed. Strike two.
He’d gotten no sense Scott was a lazy top the last time, but maybe he’d missed the signs. “There is the need for a little foreplay.”
Scott waved to his dick. “Exactly. It won’t suck itself.”
Jude shook his head. Time for a little instruction. He climbed on top of Scott, pinning him to the bed. “I meant for me. You wanna fuck me, you gotta put in the work. There are no free rides here.”
Scott’s eyes glittered with amusement. “Bring it on.”
Jude crawled higher and spun to face the wall, settling his ass on Scott’s face. Scott spread his cheeks apart and licked around the rim before slipping inside. Jude sighed, riding Scott’s tongue as he stroked his own shaft with a spit-filled palm.
The guy who’d opened the door appeared, standing in front of him and jerking his hard cock. “Need some help?”
“What kind you offering?” Jude asked.
The guy walked closer and grabbed Jude’s cock, stroking it.
“That really is such a gorgeous dick,” Doorman said, closing the small gap between them.
“Thanks,” Jude said, eyeing the guy’s smallish cock again.
Doorman stole a kiss, his breath tasting of cigarettes. Jude reeled back, offended by the flavor. He hated kissing an ashtray. When he swooped in for another kiss, Jude pressed a palm onto his hairy chest to stop him.
“I know a better use for that mouth,” Jude said. “Get on your knees and suck my dick.”
“Yes, sir,” Doorman said before kneeling and quickly taking Jude to the back of his throat.
Jude’s head fell back, the competing pleasures really getting his blood pumping.
His lids grew heavier the more they worked his hole and cock.
The air around them grew heavy and humid, the scent of sex everywhere.
He caught a glimpse of a hot guy standing against the wall, stroking his dick while watching the two men get him off.
Jude trembled, shocked to find being watched so arousing. He held the spectator's gaze, riding Scott’s tongue and pumping up into the mouth of the other guy.
His balls tightened, full and heavy.
Scott pulled his tongue away. Before he got yelled at, he slipped a couple of slickened fingers inside, stretching Jude’s hole.
Scott worked in and out, rubbing up against his prostate a few times, but clearly not realizing it because he missed more than he hit.
Jude moaned a little louder when Scott got it right, but he didn’t seem to get the hint.
“Fuck,” Jude muttered, frustrated. “Move your fingers to the left.”
Scott did as he was told, and Jude moaned at the sensation.
“Did you hear that?” Jude asked him.
“Yeah. I heard it,” Scott said, looking pleased with himself.
“I shouldn’t have to draw you a map. Pay attention and hit the mark,” Jude snapped.
Scott grinned. “Bossy brat.”
“No brat here,” Jude growled. “Get busy.”
Scott did better after being instructed. Jude had no qualms telling someone what to do, but for once, he’d love to find a guy who paid attention to him and his body without needing constant critique.
Focusing on their mouths on him, he ignored the hint of irritation brewing.
He might’ve needed a map, but once he found the X on it, Scott was doing a better job.
Okay, maybe he’s not completely lazy.
Jude writhed between them, a thin sheen of sweat soon coating his body as the pressure mounted. He got closer and closer to the edge, losing himself to the pleasure.
When Scott tapped his hip, Jude looked over his shoulder.
“Ride me, baby,” Scott said.
Jude wasn’t taking orders. “You gotta earn it. Get back to work.”
Scott’s fingers returned, an additional one joining the other two. Jude shivered, the stretching exactly what he needed. He shoved his fingers through the hair of the man sucking his cock and tugged the strands harder. “Is that all you got?”
Doorman sucked harder and faster, eager to please. He sighed, rolling his hips between the two men.
He glanced at the guy watching them. “You like what you see?”
The guy gasped when spoken to. His hand sped, soon only a blur. It only took a few seconds before he trembled and came, shooting his load on the floor. He collapsed against the wall and sighed before he walked out and didn’t look back.
Well, shit. He could’ve shown some appreciation.
Jude tugged the guy’s head off his dick and climbed off Scott’s face. He reached into the side pocket of his backpack and pulled out two condoms and a small bottle of lube.
“Strap on,” he said, tossing a condom to both.
“I prefer bare,” Doorman said.
Jude glared. “I don’t do unprotected.”
Doorman stared a moment, appearing like he might argue—but eventually he shrugged and ripped open the pack. “Can I at least go first since I’m being a good boy?”
“It’ll be easier if I get him in first and then you can slid in behind.”
“You’re taking both of us?” Doorman asked, a wicked little grin on his face. “At the same time?”
“Both,” Jude replied, lifting a brow, waiting to see his reaction. “Is that a problem?”
“I shared him last time and trust me—he knows what he’s doing,” Scott told Doorman before smiling up at Jude. “He must really like two dicks inside him.”
No, I’d prefer one guy with a big dick, but I have to work with what I’ve been given.
“If you’re not up to the task,” Jude said to Doorman. “I can find someone else.”
“I’m game. I’ve just never done DP before.”
“Do what I tell you and you’ll be just fine,” Jude said, pouring lube into his palm.
“I think I love you,” Doorman whispered, grinning.
“No, you don’t.” Jude coated between his cheeks, sliding a couple fingers inside his hole for good measure. Once primed, he climbed astride Scott. After aiming Scott’s cock towards its target, he sank down, a sigh escaping his lips.
The stranger moved closer, enthusiastic. Jude put a hand behind him to delay that a moment. “Did I tell you to move?”
“Ah, no.”
“You move when I tell you.”
Doorman smiled. “Yes, sir.”
Jude rose and sank again, taking Scott’s full length. After a few seconds he rolled his hips, letting his body adjust. A few strokes in, he grabbed Doorman’s wrist and pulled him closer. “Now.”
He leaned forward to give Doorman better access. He closed his eyes as the second cock stretched him wider, sliding in along Scott’s throbbing shaft. When they were in, both tops began moving, but not at the right tempo and one slipped out.
“Stay still. I’ll do the moving,” he said over his shoulder, pressing the second cock back in. Glancing down at Scott, he said, “All you have to do is lay there and take it. Got it?”
Scott shuddered under him. “Yesssss…”
Jude pulled Doorman closer behind him, getting every inch of cock he could. “And you just… stand there.”
“Okay.”
Jude rolled his hips, coming off their cocks and back down. Their sighs and groans filled his ears as he moved. Closing his eyes, he focused on the feel of them inside him, stretching his body open, but it soon became clear that Scott hadn’t been the one who’d gotten him off the last time.
He glanced at the other trio on the bed, playing a bit of voyeur himself to help. He watched the guy being spit-roasted, his muscles straining as he did all the work. Jude rode their cocks, pressure building at the base of his spine thanks to the added visuals.
An orgasm loomed. He quickened his pace, starved for satisfaction.
It was getting harder and harder for him to find.
The two tops sharing the other bottom both came within seconds of one another. They pulled out and shot off on the guy’s stomach. Jude shuddered at the sight, racing closer to the abyss but they left the bedroom before he’d gotten to the edge.
He stared down at Scott, his lazyish top. The guy was hot as fuck with an eighties pornstar mustache and dark good looks. He was built, all muscle and no good sense, just like he liked them. A total himbo. Not a blond himbo, thankfully. If he’d been blond, Jude might’ve excused red flags.
Another couple slid onto the bed, but Jude had locked in on something that was doing it for him. He stroked his shaft, watching Scott’s six-pack tighten with every thrust. Their eyes met, and the blue reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t recall who.
Jude’s back bowed, an orgasm slamming into him out of nowhere. He roared, cum spurting over his fist and down onto Scott’s perfect abs. Jude never slowed his motions, dragging the orgasm out as long as he could. Both tops came a few seconds after he did, one after the other.
He slowed, placing his hands on Scott’s shoulders to support his shaky limbs while he gasped for air.
“Oh shit… Jude?”
Jude’s eyes whipped open, the voice familiar.
He glanced over at the pair who’d joined them on the bed.
A big Viking motherfucker was on his hands and knees, getting railed by the big, gorgeous black man he’d rode up on the elevator with. Anton’s eyes were wide and filled with horror as he stared at Jude.
Oh, fuck.
Jude climbed off the two men. He tossed out a quick thanks before he headed for the hallway.
After snatching his clothes from his backpack, he tugged on his shorts and raced out of the apartment, glad he’d left his shoes on.
He’d planned to stay and have more fun, but the fuck if he was sticking around and watching his best friend get his guts rearranged.
Anton was a bottom?
That wasn’t information Jude was prepared to know.