Chapter 17 #2
Foster’s heart sped a bit. He lifted a hand and ran his thumb over Jude’s lower lip. He tilted Jude’s his head up. Their eyes never left one another’s as their lips neared. The kiss that came took his breath away.
Jude rose. Before he moved to straddle Foster’s hips, he noticed the tenting of the sheet and a circle of wetness on the tip. He snatched it away and got a better look. Foster was hard and aching for him. Why waste a perfectly good hard-on?
Climbing on, Jude rubbed Foster’s shaft against the split between his cheeks, spreading precum all over his hole. Foster trembled, straining to be inside him.
“A condom?” Foster whispered.
Jude crawled over and opened his nightstand. As he rooted for a condom, he considered the last time they’d gone bare. He returned astride Foster with only lube in hand. “Your test was clear, right?”
He’d demanded it and hadn’t bothered looking at the results.
Foster nodded. “Yep. You?”
“No issues,” Jude said, coating Foster’s cock with lube. “I want you to breed me.”
Their eyes met.
“Are you sure?” Foster asked.
“Do you not want to?” Jude asked. “Or is your test not really clear?”
“It is,” Foster said. “It’s on my phone. I can find it and show you now.”
Jude had sensed the truth before the test, but he’d clearly felt the need to torment them both. He wasn’t tormenting them another second, though. He angled Foster’s thick cock against his hole and slowly impaled himself, raw.
Skin-to-skin felt amazing. Jude had never been with a man without a condom and hadn’t known just how incredible it felt.
Not until Foster.
He soon rode Foster hard, seeking the ecstasy awaiting him. Adoration burned in Foster’s eyes as he held his gaze, hands roaming down until he caressed Jude’s cock. He gripped the base and stroked the shaft in time to the thrusts inside Jude’s body.
Foster captured him in his gaze, watching closely as he experimented with the pressure of his hand. Every moan from Jude’s lips tightened his hand a bit more. The second Jude winced, Foster backed off.
No man had ever appeared anywhere close to as attentive as Foster.
He’d feared having to teach the newly out man everything, but Foster seemed to be the one educating him.
Demands didn’t need to be made when with the right man.
The right man?
Foster was all wrong for Jude.
They both knew it yet couldn’t seem to walk away.
When had their relationship shifted over the weeks? What had been the moment they’d been too lost to what was happening to stop the momentum? It was no longer just sex, no matter how much Jude wanted to believe it still was. Their bodies fit together in near perfect harmony.
Could they find that same harmony in their lives?
He gasped for breath as Foster rolled over and moved Jude under.
That same delicious friction surged against his prostate, the angle just right.
Their bodies came together over and over, the sweaty sound of their clashes echoing around the bedroom.
Foster grabbed his wrists and wrenched them over his head in one strong hand.
Just like he’d done in the locker room when they’d first kissed.
Their mouths slammed together, finishing what they’d started long ago.
Jude bent his knees, lifting his bottom higher.
That shifted the angle perfectly. His body shuddered, a wave starting at his neck and racing to his feet.
Toes curling, his balls tightened to his body.
Foster’s fingertips dug into his hips. Another mind-destroying orgasm hit seconds before Foster bellowed, his neck arching as he came, flooding Jude’s ass.
After they collapsed amid a tangle of sweaty limbs, Jude stared up at Foster. They’d never fucked in the light of day, so he took stock. Instead of shadows, he could see the aftermath of them together. He rather liked the red flush of Foster’s pleased, just-been-fucked face.
“Why did I do that?” Jude muttered. “Now I want to nap instead of going into work.”
“When was your last day off?”
Jude scoffed. “We’re closed on Sundays.”
Foster scoffed. “That’s your only day off?”
“It’s enough.”
“You work too hard,” Foster growled.
“Probably. Take it up with my boss.”
“Stay,” Foster tempted. “Take a day off and spend it in bed with me.”
Jude groaning inwardly. It was cruel punishment. “I wish I could, but I can’t.”
“Half a day? You can stay with me until lunch,” Foster said, gathering Jude’s hand in his.
Jude almost agreed—but stood firm.
Foster threaded his fingers through Jude’s. “There was something I didn’t tell you last night.”
Jude tensed.
“I almost called to invite you out to dinner.”
Jude didn’t know what to say to that. Foster searched his face, as if looking for clues to what he should’ve done. Jude refused to give any up. Foster didn’t need any more power over him.
“Ultimately, I decided against it. I assumed you wouldn’t have wanted me to ask.”
Jude didn’t say a word.
“Just so you know, I wanted you there. The night felt… incomplete.”
Jude searched Foster’s face, silent.
“All I could think about was having you there with me to celebrate,” Foster said. “I wish you had been.”
Jude wished he’d been asked. He wasn’t sure how he would’ve answered—probably no, knowing his stupid ass—but who knew, maybe a yes would’ve slipped from him for once.
“Should I have asked?”
“I don’t know.” Jude shrugged. “Probably not.”
Foster’s face fell.
He dragged his fingers from Foster’s and climbed out of bed. “What I do know is I’ve got to get downstairs.”
Jude marched to the bathroom, trying to ignore the disheartened look on Foster’s face.
As he walked, Foster’s cum slid down the backs of his legs, making it hard to ignore anything.
After a quick piss, he jumped in the shower, allowing the cold water to wake him all the way—and wash away the morning’s excesses.
There was one thing the water wouldn’t wipe clean—the disappointment that Foster hadn’t asked him to join them.
He hadn’t belonged there, with Foster’s family, celebrating something like that. Not only was he unsure what Foster’s parents would’ve said—or if they knew he wasn’t straight—but it would’ve given an illusion they were more than they were.
An illusion Jude was already struggling with enough as it was.
He was breaking all of his own rules. Sleepovers were a no-no.
Dates, too.
They were moving into uncharted territory and there lay terrors. False hope was a dangerous thing. Jude needed to get his head straight and stop allowing Foster to weave some fantasy around him.
Anton and Roan would tear him alive if they knew what he was doing, and it was only a matter of time before they found out. If there was time before Foster showed his true nature and taught him another life lesson.
Anything having anything to do with Foster could only end in tragedy. He’d been down that road before, and he wasn’t traveling it again.
They had to end things.
He had to end things.
When he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his hips, Foster sat on the edge of the freshly made bed, dressed and dangling his keys from one hand.
He sat up straighter when Jude walked out, spreading his long legs wider.
Jude fought the desire to walk between them and push Foster back so they could mess up the bed again.
Get it together! This has to end!
“I wanted to say goodbye before I left.”
Jude opened his mouth, ready to tell Foster they were done—but he couldn’t force the words out of his mouth. He grunted instead and walked past to his dresser. As he pulled on a pair of briefs, Foster rose.
“When’s my next repayment?”
There won’t be another. “I don’t know,” Jude snapped, unable to say what he knew needed to be said.
“I’m free tonight,” Foster murmured. “I could come by after the shop’s closed.”
Jude spun to face him, ready to rage all hell and put an end to their torment.
One look at Foster and the fight drained out of him. The anticipation in Foster’s expression was a gut punch.
Holding Foster’s gaze he wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
Not yet.
“Bring dinner with you.”
The corners of Foster’s mouth curled up a little. There sat his adorable golden retriever, wagging his tail again. “What’cha in the mood for?”
“Whatever,” Jude said, tearing his gaze from Foster’s. “I need to go. I’m going to be late.”
“I’ll text a few ideas this afternoon, and you can tell me which one sounds good,” Foster said. He closed the gap between them, captured Jude in his arms, and planted a kiss.
Jude could only stare at him, unable to speak, when they broke apart.
“Have a good day at work,” Foster whispered.
He kissed Jude’s forehead before he left the apartment.
Jude stood frozen for a few seconds, struggling with the sensation that Foster had brainwashed him. He didn’t do relationships. They weren’t a couple.
It was still just sex.
Just sex.
That big dick had done the brainwashing.
That voice in his head spoke up again. Liar! You like him. And not just because of his dick.
Jude sighed. He thought better when Foster wasn’t beside him. Maybe they needed some distance. Time for him to get his shit together.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder, the voice whispered.
And familiarity bred contempt.
A lightbulb went off in his head. Maybe having Foster around more often was the answer to his problem. The more they were together, the faster he’d grow bored. It was just a matter of time before he’d end up annoyed—and then he could finally end things with ease.
His golden retriever would need to be rehomed.
The plan seemed logical enough, though if truth be told, he feared he was grasping at anything but the truth. The alternative answer to why he’d buckled under and allowed Foster a little closer wasn’t one he could stomach acknowledging.
That alternative being…
He’d already fallen for Foster Price.