Chapter 17 #2
Jude shifted behind me. “Let your arms dangle at your sides.” He soaked the washcloth and opening it over his upturned hand, he squirted a generous amount of bodywash into the center before laying it on my upper back.
Using both his hands, he lathered me by making slow circles, first on my clavicle and left shoulder.
He took his time pressing deep enough that I felt the pressure through the washcloth.
Jude encouraged me to let my head fall forward while he kneaded the tired muscles. “How does it feel, baby?”
“Ahhh…” I mumbled, dragging out the sound. I never had a massage before and never understood the appeal until I felt Jude’s hands.
He moved to the right shoulder, giving it the same few minutes of kneading. But then he dropped the washcloth in the bathwater and began working on the base of my head with his thumbs, following my hairline. I twisted my head from side to side a few times. “Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes, so good.”
But when he rubbed hard over the bone that connected the top of my spine to my skull, I groaned loudly as if Jude was pleasuring me sexually. “Fuck… fuck…”
As he made his way down my spine, taking his time on each vertebrae, he left a trail of kisses.
But then he opened his legs wide and pulled me back so close that his dick was smushed into the base of my spine.
Lifting my chin, he gently pushed down on my shoulders, which lowered me so my head was on his chest. “Relax, baby, the best is yet to come. Let me take care of you.”
Relaxing wasn’t anywhere near the right description for this bath.
Draping his arms over my shoulders and armed with a palmful of bath gel, Jude massaged my pecs.
Slow, sensual rotations around my nipples, one hand on my left and the other on my right.
His hands drifted higher, close to my armpits and as good as that felt, I wanted him back near my nipples. “Please, Babbo.”
“What baby?” he asked in a sing-song tone. “Ask me.”
“My nipples…”
My cock strained for attention and when my hand came out of the water to stimulate my hard length, he slapped it. “Nuh-uh.”
Finally, he kneaded the muscles around the areola and when I wriggled frantically, seeking friction, he twisted the nipple rings at the same time, stretching them up. “Baby, manipulating your nipples with the rings is suck a freaking turn on,” he said, hoarsely.
When he thrust his hips in a rhythm that matched his tugging, twisting and rubbing against my nipples, the head of his cock thumped against my crease. “Your finger, Jude,” I pleaded. “Insert a finger. You’re driving me wild.”
“Lift your ass up, baby. Support yourself on my thighs.” When I was in position, Jude lathered his digit and slid it in past the outer ring of muscle.
“Jesus, your body just sucked my finger in.” He massaged my hole with the same firmness as he did the rest of my body.
Then he scissored to further loosen the muscle. “Can you take more, baby?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
Adding the second finger while he reached around my hips to roll my balls, I was arching against him, slapping the water and sending it sloshing onto the tiled floor. The water was cooling quickly but my body was so hot and needy I hardly noticed.
But then Jude rubbed against my prostate at the same time he enfolded my cock in his fist and began shuttling.
A wail that was between a grunt and a sob ripped out of me and I clasped onto the sides of the bathtub.
The tile was slippery and I kept sliding off.
“Faster, Jude,” I cried. Impatient, I dropped my hand to his and took over the speed and firmness.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Let yourself come.”
One, two, three more strokes and my cock filled, my hips pumped in short, powerful bursts shooting my seed into the water as I let out a series of garbled, guttural noises, my voice husky.
My body quaked with residual spasms for long minutes until it stilled, spent.
Not my heart though, which thumped rapidly, impeding me from catching my breath.
“Shush, baby. I’ve got you,” Jude pacified me.
He opened the drain to let out the existing water dirtied with my cum, then turned on hot water.
Finding the washcloth, he soaked it, added bodywash, and cleaned my stomach and groin with efficient motions that nevertheless had my spent dick twitching.
When he was done, he turned off the faucet and said, “Let’s get out and I’ll dry you. ”
My legs were wobbly so as soon as we were out of the tub, Jude wrapped me in a large bath towel and had me sit on the apron of the tub while he hurriedly dried himself off.
Then he walked me to my bed where he stood in front of me.
He toweled my hair, face, shoulders, and then asked, “Can you stand, baby?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said. “Just enjoying you taking care of me.”
Jude’s smile was bright. “I aim to please,” he said, turning me around. He patted dry my back and then rubbed circles on my ass and the backs of my legs. As Jude straightened himself up, he slid his hand in between my thighs to pat dry my balls.
“Jude,” I hissed.
He straightened up and with him in my embrace, I tipped my chin to the bathroom. “That was…” I wasn’t sure how to put it in words so, I didn’t. Instead, I kissed him thoroughly until we were both panting.
Leaning against me with his arms around my waist and his face hidden in my chest, he said, “Was I too much?”
I pulled away only enough to tuck my index finger under his chin and turn his face to me. “Jude, what you did was exactly what I needed today. Very sensual, which I can get used to. My only regret is that you didn’t find release.”
Jude blushed. “I did. My orgasm was like a very slow burn as I continued to finger fuck you while you took over control of your cock… It was incredibly sexy, and when you fell over the edge, do did I.”
“Fuck, Jude, you are perfect. Now, you said something about feeding me.”
Jude gave my backside a light slap. “Cheeky boy. But yes, let’s get into our sweats and I’ll get your dinner.
Instead of eating at the dining table, Jude sat catty-corner on the sofa and insisted that I sit half on his lap with my legs stretched out.
He’d prepared finger foods, which consisted of turkey and avocado sandwich triangles, chunks of gouda cheese, and a small bowl of grapes.
“I thought this might be better for a late dinner. Are you going to have enough?”
Before answering, I accepted a chunk of cheese followed by fruit. “Yes, and I’d never thought in my life that having you feed me would appeal to me, but it’s sensual and comforting at the same time.”
Jude kissed me on the lips before feeding me half of a sandwich.
I obediently ate it. Not that I needed coercion.
I was loving this and licked his fingers before he withdrew them.
Somehow, the sight of him feeding me like a toddler and me adding a sexy touch by swiping my tongue over his fingers woke something in me.
Strange to happen at his particular time, half sitting on Jude’s lap.
Nevertheless, it had, and I was kind of stupefied.
“Ethan, what’s wrong? You have the strangest, unreadable expression.”
I held up my finger to stop more food. “Give me a sec. I’ve had a moment.”
“A good moment or bad?” Jude asked cautiously.
“Good, I think,” I mumbled.
After a few moments, I twisted so I was facing him. “You’re truly my savior, aren’t you?”
“I try to be,” Jude said, hesitantly. “Maybe not your savior, but someone who will always be on your side.”
“Good,” I said. “Bear with me because I want to explain in a way that will make sense.”
“Baby, I’m not going anywhere. Take your time.”
I smiled because his response was just further confirmation of what I was coming to believe about myself.
“I’ve always known myself as a submissive, a bottom.
But because of my physical strength… my ability to take punches in the boxing ring like they were love taps, my endurance when cuffed to the St. Andrew’s cross, Doms beat me hard me knowing I wouldn’t break.
Thorne and every other Dom who didn’t allow me to be anyone else…
to be anything else but a whipping bag.”
Jude didn’t interrupt. But he kissed my temple, the corner of my mouth. And then he took my hand in his and entwined our fingers, waiting for me to go on.
“Over the years I’ve come to answer all my problems with raw strength.
Because that’s what everyone else had done.
” My voice cracked and I tightened my grip on his hand.
“I withstood all the pain inflicted on me, Babbo. Yet not one of them ever cared about me. Took the time to see the man behind the muscle, much less offer me any kind of aftercare. When I ponder the last seven years, I’ve gotten through them with self-flogging.
Yeah, the therapy has helped, but physical pain even if it was self-inflicted, eased the greater agony that was on the inside. ”
“Baby,” Jude said, his eyes watery. “I’m sorry.”
I cupped his chin. “What you did for me tonight despite dealing with your own shit… no one has ever given me a greater gift, Babbo.” A self-deprecating laugh slipped out.
“Sharing my revelation was a long way of saying that, with you I can let my guard down. I can be me even when I’m vulnerable.
Most of all, you’re not here solely because of my muscle power.
You’re feeding me with joy shining in those captivating brown eyes.
I’d like if you’d be willing to do this again,” I said.
“With me on your lap while you nourish me in so many more ways than food.”
“I was wondering if we could talk about me learning to flog you. I don’t want to be a Dom; the sense of being a power top is not in me. I’d rather you take the lead in bed and in our daily life, exactly like you’ve been doing. We can continue to experiment in small ways, like this.”