Chapter 16 #2
“Calm down. I’m not trying to top you.” He chuckled to himself, throwing out a “Yet” at the end to ensure that adorable, worried look stayed on Foster’s face a bit longer.
“Just promise you’ll be gentle,” Foster murmured.
Jude froze. “You’d let me top you?”
“I don’t know that I’d enjoy it, but I don’t think I can say no. Considering…”
“Considering what?”
“You’ve taken me into your body time and time again. I wouldn’t deny you the same pleasure if you asked.”
Jude’s heart stuttered. While he very, very rarely topped, knowing Foster would allow himself to be vulnerable when a lot of tops he knew wouldn’t…
was shockingly satisfying. In the blink of an eye, he wanted nothing more than to slide deep inside Foster.
Too bad that would take lots of time and prep—things he didn’t have the patience for after his week of torment.
“I’d be gentle,” Jude murmured, smiling. “I know I’m not most nights, but I promise I can be if the moment arises.”
“I trust you,” Foster replied, his gaze heavy.
Jude’s heart tremored again, the next few breaths harder to take. Foster had no reason to trust him, not after the indifference and spite he’d shown since the beginning.
“We can save that for another night,” Jude said, his throat suddenly raw. “When I’m not…”
“Not what?” Foster asked.
Desperate to have you inside me. “Horny.”
Foster chuckled.
He moved between Foster’s thighs and gripped both of their hard cocks in one hand. “Where’s that lube?”
Foster lifted onto one elbow and rooted in the nightstand for it. He tossed it over before setting a couple of condom wrappers beside him on the bed. He caught Jude’s gaze as he lay back, a glint in his eyes, as if challenging.
Jude knew he’d hoped they wouldn’t be used but covered was the only way he had sex. Usually. He’d already lost his mind once and he wasn’t going to do it again.
Watching the lube pour out into Jude’s palm, Foster shivered.
Jude smiled inwardly, pleased with the reaction—and the eagerness behind it.
Jude wrapped their cocks in his slickened hand and slid it up and down, stroking them as one.
He loved the feeling of Foster’s thick shaft throbbing against his, the heat divine.
After a few minutes of shared bliss and mutual moaning, he leaned forward.
He placed his palms on Foster’s chest and rolled his hips, rubbing their cocks together.
He stared down into those gorgeous blue eyes for a moment before lowering and capturing Foster’s in a kiss fraught with all the emotions he couldn’t express.
Foster moaned against his lips and tongue, writhing. He gripped Jude’s hips in his strong, firm hands, keeping the pressure perfect.
“Oh fuck,” Foster muttered when they came up for air again. He thrust his hips to meet Jude’s downward strokes, their cocks sliding between their bodies from the lube and pre-cum both of their cocks leaked. “Oh god…”
Jude watched the tangle of emotions crossing Foster’s face—and recognized every single one of them. Riding the line between pleasure and pain. The hope of shattering into a million pieces. The need to unite with another soul in one breathtaking, powerful moment of gratification.
“Mmpfh,” Foster moaned before mumbling something unintelligible. Jude wasn’t even sure if it was English. “Jude… I… I…” Foster’s back bowed. “Jude,” he gasped before he came with a roar. His seed mixed with the lube, making the path warmer and slicker as they slid together.
Foster flipped them, pinning Jude under him. Without thinking, he tensed, ready to flip them back, but he stilled and settled under Foster’s thrusting hips instead. Giving up control wasn’t in him, but he wasn’t the same when he was with Foster.
His dominance was becoming an illusion. He might think he was the one in charge, but it was becoming clearer he wasn’t. Foster held all the cards.
Jude was handing them over one by one.
Fortunately for him, Foster hadn’t abused the fleeting moments when he showed a bit of surrender.
Instead of taking, his only focus seemed solely on Jude’s pleasure.
He watched Jude’s face, paying attention to the things that felt good.
He was generous, seeming to hold back and wait for Jude to come apart under him.
If Foster wanted to see him shatter, so be it.
Jude’s body quivered before an orgasm slammed through him, curling his toes and arching his neck.
He bellowed, his cock emptying onto Foster’s, draining him of pretense and rational thought.
They slowed their bodies, their gazes still locked.
Foster broke it first. He snagged something from the bed—a t-shirt perhaps—and wiped the sweat from Jude’s brow and then did the same for himself.
Jude closed his eyes, unused to being cared for after—though to be honest, he rarely stuck around long enough to give someone the chance.
Foster rolled over onto his back beside Jude and used the t-shirt to wipe away a little of the mess on both of their bodies.
Then he dragged Jude closer. Foster drew him into the crook of his arm, their arms and legs entangled in one another’s.
He dropped gentle kisses on Jude’s forehead while his heart thundered.
Jude’s ear laid above it, listening. He closed his eyes, ignoring the fact they were cuddling.
It felt too nice to stop.
What the fuck am I doing?