I don’t know what possesses me, but I whisper a confirmation.
Jude slides a hand up my chest to press against my mouth. “We don’t want to wake your neighbors.” Then he pushes the vibrator to the max level.
I’m thankful he had the foresight to cover my mouth because I scream from the intensity. My mind narrows to just that plug vibrating at what feels like a hundred miles an hour in my ass. I didn’t know it could hurt and feel so good.
Jude leaves the vibrator on full blast as he tosses the remote near the bottle of lube.
I almost reach for it, but I think he expects me to, so I keep my hands clutched in the bedspread instead.
“You need to come?” Jude asks, his voice husky.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please, please. Just let me. I’m going to explode, Jude. I swear. I—”
Without a word, he reaches down and jerks the ring off. I scream as I come, spraying my stomach as my cock jerks with the force.
As I come down, Jude strokes my sweaty hair from my forehead with a smile. “That was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I relax back on the mattress, staring up at my ceiling. No one’s ever gotten to me like that before. Made me come so hard or lifted me so high.
Jude strokes my hair again, the gesture surprisingly tender. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” I’m still breathless, and my heart’s pounding, but I feel sated. Better than I have in a really long time.
I sit up slowly, then drop to the floor on my knees. When I look up at Jude, heat flares in his eyes, but he doesn’t make a move toward me.
So I reach for him, unzipping his jeans slowly, watching as his cock springs forth, hard and demanding.
“I liked watching you get off like that,” Jude says.
I can’t really put into words what that did for me, so I show him. I slide just the tip of him into my mouth, savoring the salty taste on my tongue.
He groans, and although he pushes his fingers into my hair, he doesn’t guide me in any way.
I take him in inch by inch, careful to relax my throat to avoid gagging over his length. When his head brushes the back of my throat, I lift a hand to cup his heavy balls, rolling them between my fingers.
He grunts, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Fuck, Max.”
I hum loud enough to vibrate it up his dick, and he hisses. Precum is leaking down the back of my throat, and my knees are sore from the position, but I’m so fucking turned on that I feel like I could already come again if he so much as touched me.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” Jude says, his voice ragged and full of desperation. “I could watch you in this position for the rest of time.”
As crazy as it sounds, I feel like I could stay in this position for the rest of time. Something innate and animalistic inside of me craves Jude’s approval. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
I take him in deeper, as far back as I can manage, and his grip on my hair is so tight that tears spring to my eyes. But I keep working him, harder and longer until he finally grunts and thrusts his hips into my face, pouring his cum down my throat.
I swallow all of it, the burn familiar. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed this—being with someone.
Jude collapses forward but catches himself on the bed so he’s leaning over me, his face inches from mine. “You’re fucking amazing,” he mumbles.
My chest swells with pride, and I slide a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss that’ll hopefully lead to a second round.
Nine
Jude
I wake with the sun and slide out of Max’s bed with practiced ease. He looks cute, sleepy and warm. A part of me doesn’t want to leave him. But I’m not the breakfast kind of guy.
So I scribble a quick note before gathering my clothes and leaving the apartment as quietly as possible.
