Chapter 19
NINETEEN
ETHAN
Gazing up at Jude from my knees was everything and nothing I imagined.
Haloed by a stream of moonlight that was complemented by sconces on my patio, his blond locks glimmered in the glow.
He was and always would be the archangel brought to life at the altar…
and in the confessional. And now, I was humbled by my fortune that he saw a future for us.
But right then, with his radiant brown eyes shimmering with emotion and desire, I’d give him everything to make me his. And in doing so, I’d give him a taste of what it meant to be a submissive serving his Dom.
Tearing my gaze away, I lifted his feet one by one and removed his shoes and socks.
When I straightened to push down his jeans and briefs, I felt his tension dissolve.
As I lifted from my kneeling position, I did so slowly, letting my cock drag against his.
In the upward journey to standing, I let the cool metal of my nipple rings pass over his pert nubs.
The sweet whimpering moans were proof of his physical response.
Next, I yanked the T-shirt over his head.
Tossing it aside, I stepped back to ogle his nudity. “You’re stunning, Jude.”
“I-I don’t know what to do,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to think about anything,” I instructed. “Just feel, Babbo. Feel my hands and mouth worship you.”
I gently pushed him back until his legs were against the mattress and then I gave a gentle shove.
“On the bed, Jude, and on your back.” He scrambled on and when he was in position.
I snatched a pillow and tucked it under his hips.
I hovered over him and stretched his arms out on either side of him.
“Leave them there. I’m preparing my buffet. ”
Jude gulped. “I thought you were going to suck my cock,” he said, his voice thick and slightly confused.
“I am. Remember, just feel.”
When I spread his legs apart, he gasped, “Ethan, I-I’m so…”
“Open… vulnerable,” I filled in for him. “You trust me, right? You told me to take the lead. What do you need for me to stop from overthinking?”
“Kiss me.”
I obliged and took his mouth. The kiss started in a slow, sensual exploration, my tongue gliding gently along the inside seam of his lips, his teeth.
But as Jude squirmed under me and his hands were on my head, I said, “Nuh-uh,” and taking each of his hands, I covered his body with mine and stretched his arms out again.
“Leave them until I tell you otherwise.”
Jude gave me a scowl as he clasped his hands behind his head.
In response, I started a slow drag from his left palm, kissed the inside of his wrist. I licked a stripe up his forearm and then peppered butterfly kisses on his biceps.
When I flicked my tongue in the dip of his armpit, Jude’s giggles were laced with breathy pants. “No,” he squeaked. “Too many sensations.”
“That’s my goal,” I replied and dipped in his armpit one more time before giving his other arm the same love.
I pressed openmouthed kisses over his pecs and sucked a second bruise over his heart. Then I concentrated on his abs, tasting the salt and slight film of sweat. I licked my lips, savoring him as I outlined the dips and planes, curves and hollows, paying attention to his belly button.
Jude’s moans and mewls were like a sexy melody as I grazed over his hip and bit hard enough to make him yelp. I kissed away the sting only to be surprised when he said, “Do it again, Ethan. I crave reminders of you all over my body.”
“As you wish,” I said and left a trail of nibbles and less intrusive hickeys in my wake, traveling down his happy trail and lower abdomen to his other hip, where I sank my teeth into his silky skin.
“Fuck!” he squealed.
“I’ve got you,” I said in a voice that was barely audible. “I’m going to go down on your cock so use your hands to find purchase.”
I maneuvered myself and swung my leg over his waist. Straddling him gave me easy access to all the body parts that had my mouth watering.
Lifting up on all fours, I stroked up and down his inner thighs as the head of my flushed cock smeared precum over his belly with my movement.
On my last stroke up his leg, I cradled Jude’s balls in my palm.
With my other hand, I held his cock at the root and licked the precum on the slit that gathered like pearls.
“Mmm, so good.” I swirled my tongue around the head as if I was licking an ice cream cone, catching the creamy drops.
I ran my tongue up the velvety underside and felt a wave of arousal roll through me.
In my periphery, I saw Jude fisting the bed covers. “More, Ethan… please, more.”
“We’ll get there,” I crooned and gave his balls a squeeze before swallowing his cock in one easy glide.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” he cried out.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I bobbed my head at a steady pace, feeling his erection swell and hearing a medley of sweet noises escaping his lips behind me. His hands were on my back, his palms digging into the flesh the more I pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth.
Then I let it slide out and lubed up my finger with a new bubbling of precum.
With his ass on the pillow and already angled toward me, I reached over and found his hole.
I swabbed precum around the rim and massaged with a back and forth motion every few seconds, sinking my finger in, letting Jude get accustomed to the intrusion.
At the same time, my other hand was around his cock, teasing the head with the pad of my thumb. “Jude, are you good?”
When he didn’t answer, I looked over my shoulder at his head bouncing off the bed, his eyes dilated and his mouth gaping open. He wet his lips a few times and then whined, “Let me come, Ethan. Stop teasing me.”
“Not teasing,” I replied, loving how he looked so fucking lost in his own lust. “It’s called pleasuring you.”
“Then more,” he cried. “Just get me off.”
“Are you green for another finger?”
“Yes,” he snapped. “Everything.”
And that’s exactly what I did. I sank a second finger in his hole at the same time that I swallowed his erection in another single go.
And as I scissored and explored his hole with my fingers looking for his prostate, I began pumping his purple, angry cock at a speed I didn’t think was possible for me.
So fast that I was getting dizzy and needed to slow down.
As compensation to Jude, I added a third finger while I swirled my tongue around his slit, slurping and sucking the head.
My own cock throbbed for attention, but I was hell-bent on making the sex only about Jude.
Part of me wanted to prove that I wasn’t the evil man that his mother claimed.
I knew my thinking was fucked up. But that didn’t stop me ignoring my needs, as fucking difficult as it was with him writhing and his fingernails digging into my already bruised skin.
“Ethan… I-I’m near… Just one more—”
That’s all he got out when his hole clenched around my fingers and his body arched off the bed. I immediately sucked his cock back down my throat. His orgasm overwhelmed him in shuddering jerks, and he bellowed hoarsely, the sounds coming out in stuttering breaths.
I gulped his cum as he chased his release and continued to suck him through the waves of ecstasy, wanting to drain him of every drop. When his body went limp and his cock deflated, I pressed a kiss to each ball and took one last lick of his slit when suddenly…
Jude wailed, “Oh my God, Ethan, I’m so sorry. How could I be so thoughtless?”
I swung my leg around his torso and crawled up to the headboard. “Jude, what’s wrong? Did I do something?”
He shook his head. “Your back,” he cried, plump tears blurring his vision.
I knew what he meant and wasn’t going to tell him digging his nails into my lacerations made them hurt like a motherfucker. “It’s fine, really. In retrospect, I shouldn’t have straddled you.”
He swiped harshly at his eyes. “Don’t even try to say it was your fault. I got so carried away. When the orgasm started to hit, it felt like a tsunami.”
I lay down on my side, pulling him down with me, then pressed his face to my chest. “The fact that you were so carried away makes me happy, Jude. I wanted to please you.”
“I appreciate your forgiving attitude, but I still feel bad,” he said, sounding calmer. “Do you have cream that I can apply to soothe the pain?”
“Yes, that would help a lot. But for a few minutes, let’s just stay where we are, face-to-face. I can lean in like this…” I peppered his chin, his nose, his cheeks with featherlight kisses and then a more sensual kiss on his mouth.
“Ethan,” he moaned. “You have to stop before I get hard again. Next time, it’s my turn to bring you the kind of pleasure you gifted me with your… artful skills,” he drawled, accentuating “skills.”
“I won’t say no. And in the meantime, I have something to tell you,” I said, smiling. “We never had a chance to talk since my session with Andrew.”
“Andrew?” he repeated and then it dawned on him. “That’s right. You came home to my mother’s rant.” Jude waved his hand in the air and then stroked the side of my face gently, his fingers barely feathering my skin.
The soft touches were comforting, and I turned my face, pressing kisses into his palm. We stayed like that for a long beat, my hand drawing circles with my finger over the curve of his hip.
Jude’s gaze was steady. His uneasiness showed as he sucked his bottom lip. “Was he helpful?”
I kissed Jude’s palm one last time and then repositioned myself so I was sitting against the headboard.
The extra space between us gave me some breathing room in order to talk about what would always be a tender topic.
He seemed to understand and sat cross-legged at my side, looking at me.
“I was surprised at how much he helped.”
A sigh of relief escaped Jude. “Tell me, baby.”