Chapter 20 #2
Jude’s cock had deflated some so I kept my movements excruciatingly slow, allowing him to feel every graze of the intrusion.
When he winced, I dragged my cock out and slipped back in, pushing the tip just a bit farther.
I fucked him with just the head over and over until I saw the moment that pleasure began to eclipse the burn.
Jude’s cock hardened again and he begged. “More.”
Even so, I barely penetrated him as I continued to do a gentle push and pull.
It was like a slow dance between us, my cock just kissing his hole was more intimate than it had any right to be.
I never imagined fucking to be like a love song, but then he nudged my cock with his hole as he pushed back on me.
He set the pace, and as he got braver and more confident, he jerked his hips up with intention and force.
And when he’d impaled himself, I shivered at being fully seated inside his tight channel. Our slow dance that had begun in a leisurely rhythm sped into something that became faster and feistier. I took his mouth in a deep kiss, thrusting my tongue with the same passion with which I fucked his hole.
Jude’s cock was flushed and hard, straining toward me.
“Jerk yourself.” At my command, he wrapped his hand around his length and began desperately pistoning in and out, matching every one of my thrusts in perfect sync.
I wasn’t rough and kept from slamming into him like I really craved; the night was for him.
Even so, sweat pooled under me as drops fell from my face and chest. My balls were tight, and every nerve ending was on fire.
“I can’t take it,” Jude said, his skin glistening, head thrown back against the pillow, eyes wild with need. “Harder baby, please. I can feel you holding back. Don’t.”
Contrary to the gentle approach I’d been taking, Jude was making it very clear what he wanted, and I was happy to indulge him.
Raising his legs, I hooked them over my shoulders and dug my fingers into his hips.
I pulled my cock out to his disgruntled groans but then I slammed back in with such force his head banged against the headboard.
I didn’t slow down not when his ass clenched around my cock, his hips punching against mine with a volley of sounds, skin slapping against skin.
Jude’s unintelligible mutterings bordered on hysterical, and I made deep, steady grunts as I drove into his ass over and over again.
“Are you ready to come, tesoro?”
“Please, baby…”
I grabbed his perfect cock, long and straight, and slipped my thumb over the slit, dragging beads of cum as I slid my hand down his length.
I never missed a beat, railing him, the walls of his passage skin-tight, like being held in a glove.
All the while, a melody of groans and mewls spilled from his lips each time I pegged his prostate.
And then Jude’s cock thickened in the circle of my hand as his legs went rigid. “Come, tesoro.”
At my permission, Jude’s orgasm exploded in ropes of cum that landed in a pool on his chest while I unloaded my seed up his ass. The sight had a wave of fire igniting my nerves and I ground out his name as a final thrust sent me over the edge in a cloudburst of bliss.
I eased his legs down and laid my body on top of the creamy mess, sucking a love bite on his shoulder, tasting the wet, salty skin.
And then I scooped cum on my tongue and crushed my mouth on his.
The kiss wasn’t tender. It was a post-orgasmic explosion of pure happiness that left me hungry for more.
Jude licked his lips. “Give me more cum, Ethan.”
I obliged, and then kissed him hard, all tongue, tasting more of his release. When we were both panting, I drew back and suggested a shower, his face opening into a wide grin. “Is your facial expression a response to you not being a virgin any longer?”
“No, I didn’t feel like you took my virginity.”
I was confused. “But I thought you said this was your first time?”
“It was, but when we were in the middle of it and you were so calming and considerate, I felt as if you’d made love to me a hundred times before with the same care.
Realistically, that doesn’t make sense. Emotionally…
it’s how I felt. Safe and protected. Like I’d always wanted to feel when in such a vulnerable position.
And I know in my heart that you’d never let me down. ”
“I love you, tesoro,” I murmured. Taking my hand, he led me to the shower.
After lazy hand jobs and a second rinsing off, we toweled ourselves and I spooned Jude under the covers.
We were quiet for a long while, but I had the sense that Jude was giving serious thought to something.
I waited him out, knowing that he’d say something when he felt ready.
After a few minutes he rolled onto his back.
His brow tugged downward in an almost frown. “As a submissive, did a Dom ever plug you up after he deposited his load?”
I was leaning on my side, propped on my elbow.
“No,” I said, needing no time to think about my reply.
“I’ve never been in a serious relationship with a Dom who cared enough.
For many submissives, including me, plugging is a way for a Dom to claim their submissive.
So, he wouldn’t do it to just anybody. Why are you asking? ”
He reached up and stroked my cheek. “When we were in the shower and before you turned on the water, I felt your cum dripping out of me, sliding down my leg. And then the jet washed it down the drain. I felt a sudden loss and remembered when I’d been researching and came across Doms who plugged their subs after going bare.
And I thought how comforting it would’ve been to have you inside me.
” He troubled his bottom lip and then asked, “Was there ever a time when you wished a Dom would’ve plugged you? ”
“In the very beginning, when I met Thorne. But he’d never been affectionate, even then.”
“And now, if I asked?” Jude said, studying me.
I brushed his hair off his forehead. “I feel similar to what you’re experiencing.
I’m different with you. I’m the Dom in that I’m helping you navigate life as a gay man and away from the Church, as well as someone who might be interested in kink.
” I raised up and pushed myself back against the headboard, then tugged Jude up and yanked him to straddle me.
Jude had picked up on something that I hadn’t been aware of but that resonated with me, thus my maneuvering of our bodies so we could look at each other when we talked.
“Before I say more, let me ask you a question. What else appeals to you as a submissive that we’ve been doing the other way around? ”
Jude’s cheeks pinkened and I brushed the back of my hand over them, feeling the heated skin.
He was so beautiful and innocent looking.
“I’d rather you be calling me baby. Except for when we have any kind of sex and you call me tesoro.
And Babbo is a nickname you use as an honorific, but I don’t feel it.
I feel the closer we become serious as a couple, you’re really the caretaker.
Even when I’d planned the surprise for you and feeding you was part of it… ”
“Go on,” I encouraged.
“Well, in the moment, I felt like I was doing something I thought you’d appreciate.” Shrugging, he asked, “Am I making any sense?”
I scooped up his hands and kissed each palm and then held them on my lap, not wanting to let them go…
not eager to let him go anywhere too far from me.
“In the BDSM community, there is the option to be vers. Meaning a person can be a top and a bottom, or switch. How a person identifies in the kink community is fluid. Like gender is fluid. People change over time and as a result of their life experiences. Luca is in a triad with his husband, Cain, and Marco, the owner of Noto Patisserie. Marco has been into BDSM for over twenty years. He’s a Dom and a sadist and is well known for his skill with a bullwhip.
And yet, at some point after he entered into their polyamorous relationship, he began submitting to Cain, but only to Cain.
It’s not like he suddenly wasn’t a Dom. The dynamic between the two men, for whatever reason, made him want to submit.
Maybe falling in love with Cain was his motivation.
” I dropped a kiss on Jude’s tempting lips.
“I think it’s like a person who is pansexual; gender doesn’t matter.
Neither does how a person identifies. It’s in the individual where the attraction comes in. ”
“Do you think that’s us? I see you as a strong person, and when you talk about serving and you like being humiliated, I don’t see it. The way you take the lead in the bedroom, I’m wondering if we should be open to how our relationship evolves.”
“Yes, I agree. It’s the same with me calling you Babbo. I based the endearment on you initially being Father Jude to me. And in retrospect, when you showed interest in learning about BDSM, I saw the possibility of you being a Dom for me. But I don’t see that anymore either, tesoro.”
Jude’s eyes sparkled with mischief. He tugged ever so slightly on my nipple ring. “Does that mean the next time you fuck me that you’ll plug me afterward? Let me keep your seed inside?”
I pulled him forward and flipped us over so that I was on top of him. I began kissing his cheekbones, his full lips, and then I nibbled at his earlobe. Whispering, I said, “I think we should go to the adult store tomorrow for supplies because I’d love to plug you. But in the meantime…”