I turn and lead him down the hallway, hyperaware of him walking behind me. I glance back once to find his gaze locked firmly on my ass.
When we step into my bedroom, I shift to lean against the wall while he checks it out. It’s done mostly in navy blue and white because the colors calm me. They calmed Patrick too.
No, don’t think about him.
I clench my jaw, as if that’ll help him stay out of my head. I want to be here with Jude, not trapped in the past like—
“Even if this isn’t a dungeon, you have to have something here.” Jude turns to face me. “You don’t fuck like you did last night and not be getting yourself off at home if you’re single.”
“Well, of course I have some things.”
“Then let’s see them.”
My heart nearly drops into my stomach. “You can’t be fucking serious.”
He steps closer to me but not close enough to touch. “You can say red if you want. It won’t change anything.”
I stare into his dark eyes and try to think of a reason why I would say red. But other than mortification, there isn’t one. So I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue, then move around him to my bedside table.
When I slide the drawer out, Jude’s right behind me, looking over my shoulder.
I start to back away to let him see, but he slides his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. “No,” he says softly. “I want you to show them to me.”
Heat sears my body, and my cock goes rigid. There’s no fucking way I can stand here and do that. I thought Patrick liked it dirty, but that was nothing compared to Jude. He’s so bluntly honest. And I love it.
“Okay?” Jude asks, kissing the back of my neck.
“Green,” I mumble, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
“Then show me.”
My hands aren’t as steady as I’d like them to be as I pull out the first one. A white cock ring.
“Hmm.” Jude kisses the back of my neck. “You use that often?”
“Sometimes,” I mumble. I haven’t in a while because Patrick mostly used it.
Jude’s hands slide to my front, his fingers deftly unzipping my jeans before I have the chance to blink. He pauses, and I nod to show him I’m good.
“Words. Don’t make me spank you.”
“Green,” I whisper.
He slides a hand into my boxers and frees my dick. I’m already half-hard, and we haven’t even started yet.
“Put it on,” he orders.
I swallow and slide the ring on, nestling it tight at the base. The familiar weight and tightness feels incredible.
“Next,” Jude says.
When my hand closes around the next toy, I know it’s over. There’s something about Jude that tells me this is what he’ll want to play with.
“A vibrating plug.” His voice is almost a purr. “Shut the drawer. I have plans for you.”
I do what he says, and he takes a step back.
“Strip,” he orders. “Everything.”
