Chapter 14 #2
The image of that had been replaying in Jude’s mind for two weeks—and had gotten him off countless times already. “That was last time. This is this time,” Jude said. He took another step back from Foster, needing distance before he lost his mind. “Take your clothes off.”
Foster didn’t move for a few seconds. He stood silently, staring at Jude, electricity crackling between them.
Jude held his breath, waiting for Foster to do his bidding—or refuse.
Finally, he peeled his hoodie over his head, his t-shirt riding up and baring his tight abdomen dusted with golden hair.
Jude sat on the couch, crossing one leg over and draping an arm along the back of it in an attempt to appear unaffected—when he was most definitely affected. How could he not be? Foster continued to strip down, baring inch after delectable inch.
It wasn’t simply his nudity that had Jude’s blood pumping. It was his willingness to do what Jude commanded. It was the power he seemed to hold over the man.
Full possession.
Once Foster was naked, Jude surveyed the sight, pleased to see him already growing harder. That, too, added to his enjoyment. Foster was not only willing, but surrendering appeared to get him off.
How far could Jude push him?
“Masturbate.”
Foster’s gaze flicked to his. Shock shone in his eyes.
“Do you have a problem following my commands?”
“No,” Foster replied softly. He rubbed his palms on the sides of his thighs, clearly nervous. “I’ve never jerked off while someone sat and watched.”
“There’s a first for everything,” Jude said. He waved a hand toward Foster. “Get on with the show.”
Foster glanced around. “You’re not filming this, are you?”
“Shit! Why didn’t I think of that? That’s an amazing idea.” He took out his phone and opened the camera, hitting record. “Come on. Stroke that big dick of yours. Show me how you get yourself off, Foster.”
Foster remained motionless for a few seconds before his chin rose arrogantly, and his hand moved to his cock. He slowly caressed himself, gaze locked with Jude’s. He grew larger, getting harder and harder by the stroke.
“Spit in your palm,” Jude instructed, his own cock pressing painfully against the inside of his jeans. He’d heard the breathlessness in his voice and hoped Foster hadn’t.
Foster did as ordered. He soon grew bigger than one hand could really handle. A heavy bead of precum slid out, and the droplet rolled down until it hung low from the tip. Jude fought the desire to walk over and capture that drop with his tongue.
“That’s a whole lot of dick there. Maybe you should use both hands.”
Foster added another palm above the first, stroking them together down the length.
He held Jude’s gaze as he worked his big meat, eyelids growing heavier and heavier with lust. Jude could almost feel every one of those caresses on his own cock, remembering Foster’s touch the last time they’d been together.
Although he was sitting completely still, Jude’s temperature rose.
Beads of sweat formed at his nape. His entire body soon throbbed, the need to join Foster growing painful.
How was he supposed to sit there and not touch that amazing body?
“Time for a closeup,” Jude whispered, rising to his feet and walking closer. He angled his phone, ensuring the video stayed on Foster’s cock. He centered the head in on the screen and watched as another thick bead escaped.
Fuck that’s hot.
Jude’s phone clattered on the floor when he leaned in to capture the bead before it fell, wasted. He knelt and suckled the head into his mouth, running his tongue around the head to sample more seed.
Foster trembled under Jude’s touch, a moan escaping him.
He strained beside Jude, muscle and sinew taut.
Jude placed one palm against those sexy abs, and they clenched tighter under his touch.
The light fur around Foster’s navel tickled his over-sensitized skin.
He circled his tongue around the glans, sucking it like a lollipop before drawing as much length as he could fit.
“Fuck… oh fuck… I’m c— I’m coming,” Foster stammered.
Jude’s first instinct was to pinch the base of Foster’s cock and deny him, but he thought better of it. He released the shaft with a pop and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue. Gripping Foster’s dick, he pumped his fist until cum splashed along his tongue… and lips… and chin.
Foster came with a heavy groan, watching through hooded eyes. His entire body trembled, hips jerking.
When the last of the tremors seemed to pass, Jude closed his mouth and licked his lips, savoring Foster’s salty-sweet flavor.
Foster stared down at him, breathing in deep gasps.
A thin sheen of sweat made his body shine golden and godly.
Jude slid his hands down to Foster’s strong thighs.
Trembling aftershocks shuddered under the skin there.
Jude slowly rose, his mouth and chin still messy. He collected a little more with his tongue before giving his next command.
“You made a mess. You better clean it up.”
Foster nodded and walked past him toward the kitchen.
“With your tongue,” Jude added.
Foster froze for a second. He spun and slowly walked closer, stopping when he stood directly in front of Jude.
Their bodies almost touched, but not quite.
Jude lifted his gaze ever so slightly, looking up at the heaving, hulking man and waiting for the touch he suddenly feared might bring him to his knees.
Jude held his breath when Foster leaned closer.
He tipped Jude’s face up with a gentle thumb under his chin and slowly lowered his head.
His tongue swiped over his lips, gathering any leftover seed and washing it away.
He did the same over Jude’s chin, lapping up his mess, and then trailed down over his neck.
Closing his eyes, Jude dropped his head back. Foster continued the tongue bath, licking a hot path down the center of Jude’s neck. His hands came up and gathered Jude’s head, stilling him.
Jude was too far gone to complain.
Foster lifted his head, cradling Jude’s. Their eyes met seconds before Foster captured his lips. Jude groaned against Foster’s tongue, the kiss breaking him and his control. He wrapped his hands around Foster’s waist, tugging the man closer as their mouths clashed.
Wait, wait, wait…
Jude shoved Foster back, halting the illicit kiss. “No kissing. I thought I made that clear.”
His lips throbbed, bruised and tender from Foster’s onslaught. He wanted another, the rules be damned.
“You looked like you wanted one,” Foster murmured.
“Follow the rules,” Jude hissed. “If you want to kiss something so bad, you can kiss my ass.”
Foster scoffed, a wry smile on his lips. “Okay.”
Jude pulled his shirt out of his jeans and up over his head. “I’m serious.”
An odd look crossed Foster’s face.
“Let me guess. You’ve never eaten ass, either,” Jude said as he kicked off his running shoes.
Foster shook his head, eyes a bit wide. “No, I have not.”
“Well, get ready, golden boy. You’re about to pop that cherry tonight.” He undid his jeans and walked toward his bedroom.
Only, Foster didn’t follow. He lowered his jeans and briefs in one tug and kicked out of them before dragging off his socks. “Are you coming?”
Foster appeared in the doorway seconds later.
“I shouldn’t have had to ask.”
“You didn’t tell me to follow you.”
Jude scoffed. “I think it was clear I wanted you to follow.”
“I’ve already gotten yelled at twice tonight for assuming you wanted me to do something. I didn’t want a third strike.”
Jude grinned. “Well, then let me make my expectations perfectly clear. You’re going to rim me until I come.” He climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees, back bowed slightly, and his ass in the air. “Get to work.”
Foster bit his lower lip and looked ready to bolt.
“Don’t worry. I prepped before you came over,” Jude said as he tugged one of his pillows closer and rested his face on it. “Time’s a-ticking, Foster.”
Foster walked closer and knelt at the side of the bed.
But then… nothing. Seconds passed, and Jude didn’t feel Foster moving behind him.
He lifted his head, ready to look over his shoulder, when Foster’s hands snatched him by the hips and dragged him closer to the edge of the mattress.
Jude closed his eyes and lowered his head to the pillow again, hot breath washing against his hole.
He’d assumed Foster would refuse.
He still might.
The first swipe of Foster’s tongue on his puckered flesh caused him to flinch.
A gasp robbed him of air for a second. The next few tentative, barely-there licks brought shuddering moans from him.
Why he reacted so intensely to cautious, unexperienced caresses, he had no idea.
Skilled men hadn’t gotten half as much out of him with more.
Both of Foster’s hands went between his thighs and back up his hips, stretching his cheeks apart—exposing his hole. When Foster’s tongue speared him there, his eyes rolled back in his head. He reached down and gripped the base of his cock, pinching it to prevent himself from coming too fast.
It didn’t take long for the cautious, timid laving to shift as he grew more confident.
Foster soon feasted on him, licking him up, down, and around.
Jude stroked himself, collecting his leaking precum to lube his hand.
Rolling his hips, he rubbed himself along Foster’s tongue while his limbs shook and threatened to give out under the onslaught.
Pressure at the base of his spine grew, and his body tightening.
A roar escaped him. He came so hard he saw stars, coating his hand and the blanket he’d tossed over his bed with his cum.
Foster licked him through it, holding on tight as he shook violently.