“I can’t. I…” I thrust my hips, my cock seeking friction. I feel lightheaded and hungry with want. How the hell can Jude do this to me? Make me feel like this so quickly?
Jude laughs a little and moves up, taking my cock deep into his mouth. As soon as that tight, wet heat surrounds me, I come with a shout, spilling down his throat.
Jude takes all of it, keeping my cock in his mouth until I’m spent and dry.
I collapse back against the desk, my heart pounding.
Jude straightens a bit so he can lay a hand on my stomach, but he’s still between my legs. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” The word barely makes it out of me, I’m panting so hard.
“You think you can take me?”
“Yeah.” In truth, I’m not a hundred percent sure. It’s going to hurt like hell because of the sensitivity from the orgasm, but there’s a small part of me that doesn’t mind the pain. Because the pleasure on Jude’s face will knock it out.
I reach blindly to the left, opening a drawer to pull out a condom and hand it to him.
He rips it open quickly and slides it on, keeping his gaze on my face the whole time. “Green?”
I nod before I realize I’m doing it, and he lifts one of my legs high so I’m a little twisted. Then he smacks my ass twice. It burns, and I hiss at the intensity.
“How many times am I going to have to tell you to use your fucking words?” Jude demands. Then he spreads my legs and slides inside of me in one long thrust.
I cry out at the suddenness, and fuck, it hurts. More than I anticipated. But I’m not about to tell him to stop.
Jude sets a punishing pace, dragging almost all the way out before slamming back into me hard enough to scoot my desk.
“I think you don’t use words on purpose,” Jude says, his words coming out on a pant. “I think you like getting your ass spanked. Is that it?”
I don’t respond. I do like it. I think I might love it. It turns me on that he takes control like that over me.
“I asked you a question,” Jude says, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. “Fucking answer me.”
“Yes.” The word is barely a whisper, but Jude hears it.
“Yes what?” he asks.
“Yes, I like it when you spank me.” My face is hot, my ass is on fire and throbbing. It’s the best I’ve felt in a long time.
“Fuck.” The word is guttural as it leaves him. His hips snap against me again and again, until I’m squirming and panting from the sensitivity.
Jude slows a little, watching my face. So I say, “Green. Go ahead, Jude. Take what you want.”
He thrusts into me one more time before he comes, whispering my name.
Fifteen
Jude
When I leave the bar that night, I feel lighter. It’s probably stupid, but sharing stuff with Max and even Rowan, it helps a little. The ache that’s been in my chest for so long is still heavy, but it no longer feels like it’ll crush me.
I’m actually looking forward to going back to the apartment, seeing Rowan and Anastasia. I’m too old to need anyone around me, but it’s comforting. After being on my own for so long, it’s nice to be with my brothers again. It’s nice to know Rowan’s not angry after what I put him through.
I turn to start for their apartment, when someone reaches out from the dark alley and pulls me close. I stumble from the surprise of it and before I can right myself, I’m shoved up against the brick wall behind me, and Grant’s in my face.
My throat closes, and I try to pull back, but there’s nowhere to go.
“What the hell are you doing?” Grant hisses, shoving his arm up against my throat. “You stink of sex.”
