He studies my face for a second before saying, “I want you to go jerk yourself off.”
“What?” Even though I definitely heard what he said, I feel like I must be mistaken.
“Where the hell’s the pizza?” Gary calls from the living room.
“It’s coming,” Jude yells back without taking his eyes off me. Then he lowers his voice. “Tell them you have to make a quick call, go into your bedroom, and jerk yourself off.”
I stare at him, my face heating as blood shoots into my cock. Before Jude, I hadn’t been with anyone in two years, so I’m no stranger to my own hand. But I’ve never done it with someone else in the apartment with me. It feels so…
Jude’s watching me, the challenge lighting his eyes. “You gonna do it?”
Heart somewhere in my throat, I nod once.
He clicks his tongue. “I’m gonna have to spank you later for not using your words. We talked about that.”
My dick throbs with the promise of it. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Color?”
“Green.”
He nods in approval. “Then go.”
He washes his hands, grabs a case of beers from the fridge and the pizza boxes, then takes it all into the living room.
The others cheer, but I barely hear it over the roaring blood in my ears. I’m going to do this.
I take a breath to collect myself, pull my phone from my pocket and turn the screen to my messages.
When I reach the living room, the other barely look up from a video Gary’s playing on his phone. “I’ll be out in just a second. Rowan called about something at the bar.”
“Don’t take too long,” Gary says without looking up. “Jude’s hot enough that we’re liable to start an orgy in here.”
Jude glances up to meet my eyes for half a second before looking away again.
I go into my room and shut the door behind me. Then I lock it just in case. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I should just calm down for a minute, then go back out there. But Jude’s seen me post-orgasm like eight times by now. He’d know I didn’t do it. And the idea of disappointing him doesn’t sit well with me.
That, and I can’t imagine going out there and hanging out with my friends for another two hours trying to hide a hard-on every time Jude so much as looks at me.
Before I’ve even fully comprehended what I’m doing, I unzip and free my aching cock. Precum is already dripping from the tip, and I wrap my hand around my shaft, working myself quickly. Blood’s pounding in my ears, heating my face.
I think of Jude eating me out yesterday, sucking on my dick until I came so hard, I saw stars. I think of his threat of spanking me later. What the fuck am I letting him do to me?
The base of my spine tingles and I just barely manage to cut off a shout as I come, spilling into my hand.
I lean against the wall, one hand on my dresser, scrabbling for a tissue to clean myself up with. I need to get back out there.
No, what I really need Jude to get in here and follow through on his promise.
***
It’s kind of torturous when I come back and sit on the loveseat like nothing happened. I’m sure Jude can recognize the pink in my cheeks. The light in my eyes.
Fortunately, my friends are a great distraction. They’re so warm and welcoming to Jude, and it’s obvious they like him from the look in their eyes.
Still, I’m relieved when the last one’s out the door, and I’m locking it behind them. I’ve barely turned to Jude when he points to the bedroom. “In there. Now. Clothes off.”
When I obey, he follows slowly and stands in the doorway, watching as I strip my clothes off and grab a condom from the side table.
