Chapter 13
Foster fought against the shiver that raced up his spine. Being commanded to perform sex acts wasn’t something he’d ever imagined getting turned on by, but fuck, was it hot. Maybe it wasn’t just the command, but the air of arrogant dominance Jude exuded that did the trick.
Or maybe it was just the fact it was Jude.
His original sin.
Foster slowly knelt onto the kitchen tiles, his gaze locked with Jude’s the whole time.
Jude leaned back against the counter, watching him with a hooded gaze, his green eyes almost fully black from lust. Foster broke the stare and eyed the hard bulge under Jude’s jeans, gulping at the prospect.
He’d had fantasies of sucking Jude’s cock, but he’d never sucked one in real life.
He had no idea what he was doing.
Foster lifted his trembling hands and worked the button undone, hoping instinct would lead him down the right path.
While there was a lack of knowledge, there was no lack of desire.
He pulled the zipper down slowly, peeking up as it lowered.
Jude’s mouth dropped opened, his breaths coming faster as Foster came closer to freeing him.
Opening the vee wider, he noticed the dark wet spot staining Jude’s gray underwear—where the head pressed firmly, seeking release.
Jude was creaming his pants at the prospect of Foster’s lips on him.
Yanking Jude’s jeans and briefs down in one firm tug, Foster got his first look.
Half of Jude’s cock appeared, the head popping out and curving up toward his belly.
He jerked them down more and freed the shaft completely.
Foster paused a moment, unsure of what to do next.
He couldn’t stop staring at Jude’s dick, the glans a deep red and leaking precum.
He’d waited to touch Jude for nearly half his life, robbed by an asshole who’d gotten in their way.
He leaned in and captured a some of the fluid from the head, closing his eyes as the salty-sweet flavor washed over his tongue.
A moan escaped him, and his face grew warm.
Jude grasped his chin roughly and forced his face up. He stared down at Foster, am angry scowl on his lips.
“Did I do something wrong?” Foster asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“No,” Jude snapped. “I just wanted to see how much of a cumwhore you are.”
Foster closed his eyes and licked his lips. When he reopened, Jude’s pupils were fully blown, his eyes black. He grasped the root of Jude’s cock and ran his tongue around the glans, collecting more of the precum that had leaked out.
He stroked the shaft, learning the feel of Jude in his hands. It had only taken him fifteen years to finally hold it.
“I’d wanted to do this,” Foster murmured before running his tongue across the broad head. “Last time… but didn’t get the chance.”
“No one was stopping you,” Jude muttered. “You could’ve blown me after I rode you.”
“Not the party. When we were interrupted,” Foster said. “Before I got up the nerve to touch you like you’d been touching me.”
Jude stared at him, brow furrowing.
Foster rubbed Jude’s shaft over his cheek, slapping himself with it a couple of times.
Jude’s eyes narrowed and he drew in a shuddering breath.
Foster took a few inches between his lips, rolling his tongue over it. He sucked it as deep as he could, stopping when he gagged.
Jude’s thighs shook, one hand speared through his hair.
Jude twisted the strands, tugging painfully as he forced Foster to take another inch or two.
Again, Foster gagged on the shaft, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
He didn’t stop Jude, though. He grasped the guy’s thighs for balance and held tight, trying to relax his throat.
He wanted it all, but that would take practice.
Practice he was welcome to attempt, as long as Jude would let him.
Jude fucked his mouth, shoving it as deep as he could, hips rolling.
Foster struggled but tried his damnedest. He had no clue if he was doing anything right.
From the sounds Jude made, he sensed it might be good enough.
A few thrusts after Jude grasped the back of his head, he roared, seed hitting the back of Foster’s throat.
He swallowed, but most of it ran down his chin and dropped onto his sweats.
Jude’s tangled fingers in his hair continued pulling him closer, filling his mouth with another jet of cum. When he finally let go, Foster gasped for air. As soon as his lungs stopped burning, he licked some of the leftover spunk from his lips.
In the aftermath, seconds ticked past like hours. Foster didn’t know what to do. What to say. The quiet stretched between them. Jude panted, watching him from above.
“Was that okay?” Foster finally asked, desperate to know if he’d pleased Jude.
Jude’s head rolled up, and he slowly looked down at Foster, glaring. “Was that okay? What do you think?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never blown a guy before.”
Jude’s eyes widened, mouth dropping open again. The aura of surprise faded, and Jude stood taller, an arrogant expression returning.
“I just did what others have done to me. As best I could,” Foster said. “I don’t know if I did it right.” He smiled. “I don’t want my… payments… disqualified due to my lack of experience.”
It appeared Jude fought a smile, but he couldn’t be sure. “It was fine.”
“What can I do better next time?”
“I came, didn’t I?” Jude asked as he tugged his jeans back up his hips. He waved a hand, signaling Foster to stand. “You did fine.”
Foster had lived through too many silent, cold fucks in his life. He’d told himself they were fine. They would have to suffice. Now that he was free, fine wasn’t going to cut it. Especially not when it came to Jude.
Fine wouldn’t keep him around for very long.
“If you tell me what you like, I can do it better next time,” Foster said.
Jude shoved a palm in the middle of Foster’s chest and pushed him backwards. “Stop being a little suck up.”
Foster stumbled a bit, but Jude steadied him, continuing to push him out of the kitchen and into the living room. He’d left the futon down, the sheets unmade, when he’d left in the morning. When the backs of his legs hit it, he fell on his backside onto the soft cushion.
“Do you have condom and lube?” Jude asked.
“Ummm,” Foster frowned a second. “No.” His mind raced. He didn’t want Jude to leave because he was unprepared. “I can run down to the pharmacy. It would only take me a m—”
“Were you always this much of a kiss ass?”
Foster stared, need pulsing through him. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Jude met his stare.
A memory hit. “No, wait, I do. I have some.” He pointed to the dresser where a gift basket sat. “Cary gave me that welcome basket as a joke. It has a box of condoms in it. And I think some lube, too.”
“All hail Cary,” Jude muttered before walking over. He tore open the plastic wrapping the basket and its contents. Instead of going for the condoms and lube, he dragged out the monster dildo that had held up the center of the goodies.
“You use these?” Jude asked, one brow raised as he lifted it.
The soft silicone bent and bobbed, the head spinning.
“No,” Foster said, his face warming. “And even if I did, that thing is huge.”
“Not that big,” Jude said, eyeing it. He tossed it over a shoulder, and it hit the floor with a solid thud. “I’ve had bigger.”
Foster chuckled, sure that wasn’t true.
Jude found the box of condoms and ripped it open.
Once he had a strip of them and a bottle of lube freed, he returned to the bed.
“And he didn’t go cheap. Cary got you the good stuff.
You’d best thank him for the gift.” He stared at Foster.
“Are you just going to lay there or are you going to get naked?”
Foster kicked off his shoes and tore his hoodie over his head. He yanked down his sweatpants, thankful he’d been lazy and skipped the boxer briefs. Once his socks were off, he lay back on the futon and stared up at Jude, who was still fully dressed.
Jude surveyed Foster’s body, looking him up and down, before he dropped the lube and the condoms on the edge of the bed.
He kicked off his shoes and slowly pulled his hoodie over his head, baring the firm chest and big biceps that had first attracted Foster at the party.
Foster watched each motion and the ripple of muscles, his dick getting harder by the second.
Jude had been a pretty thin guy in high school.
There hadn’t been much muscle at all. Now he was nearing bear proportions.
Foster chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” Jude snapped, narrowing his eyes, his hands frozen on the waistband of his jeans.
“You were a small guy in high school. I never expected you to end up like this.”
“Like what?” Jude asked, unsmiling.
“Big. Buff.” Foster said, gripping the base of his cock with a fist. He added a breathless, “Gorgeous”, too.
Jude seemed to relax, the scowl on his face fading a bit.
He jerked down his jeans and stepped out of them and his briefs.
Once Jude was fully naked, Foster allowed himself a good look.
The only light came from the kitchenette, but it was still better than the red parlor.
Foster stroked himself, the anticipation of what was coming pulsed in his veins and made it harder to breathe.
He knew what it felt like to be with Jude.
If that night was anything like their previous one, he was in for a wild ride.
The foil wrapper was ripped open, and Jude slid the condom down Foster’s cock with practiced ease. After swiping a palmful of lube up and down Foster’s shaft, he coated himself, their eyes locked the whole time.
Foster dragged in a breath, his chest tight. He grew more and more desperate—as if he hadn’t come just minutes ago—waiting as Jude fingered himself, just out of reach. Jude’s head rolled back, his body writhing as he touched himself. He moaned, seemingly enjoying his solo play.