“I don’t know if I can.” My voice sounds breathless and high.
“If you can, I’ll reward you.” He takes a step forward to cup my face. “I’ll let you use the gag on me.”
My gaze falls to the second unused object. A mouth gag that had an opening instead of the usual ball. Designed to keep someone’s lips open no matter what. After what Jude told me about his ex, I know what it means that he’s offering me that bit of dominance over him.
“Okay,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jude releases my face and steps back. “I’m going to watch. Color?”
“Green.”
“Then get to work.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I press my ass back, feeling the dildo sliding into me. It’s harder than Jude, and colder. I push until I’ve bottomed out on it, then pull out and shove myself back again. The headboard smacks into the wall, and it makes Jude grin.
My balls are painfully heavy as I pull off and slam back into it over and over. It’s hard without being able to touch my dick. And I haven’t had someone watching me in a long time.
Jude’s gaze never wavers from me, and he doesn’t touch himself, even as his cock starts to leak precum.
I scoot a little further back, angling my ass to make sure the dildo hits the right spot in me.
“I told you I needed to start making you work for it,” Jude says. His voice is dark, and it shoots a tingle up my spine. If he keeps talking, I might be able to come without touching.
“You were right,” I say, impaling myself again.
“Damn straight I was. Grind against it.”
I do, working my ass in figure eights, feeling the thick toy move around inside me.
“You look so fucking hot,” Jude says. “Go faster.”
I up the pace, slamming back onto the toy over and over, desperation setting in. The need to come is all I can focus on. All I want. My hands shake from how much I want to touch myself, so I grasp the blankets tightly.
“You don’t look like you want it that badly,” Jude says. “I think you can go faster.”
I whimper as I start pounding the toy into me. My heartbeat skyrockets, and my dick is practically begging me for a release.
Jude grips my chin suddenly, forcing me to look up at him. “Come now, Max. Spray your bed and show me what you’ve been saving up for me.”
It’s as if he gripped my cock in his hand with how hard the words hit me. My back bows and I come all over the blankets, panting and close to tears. The feel of it is just so intense. And it’s only heightened by Jude staring into my eyes the entire time it happens.
As I come back down from the high, I register Jude’s hand on me. His arm is wrapped around my shoulders, and he’s squeezing tightly.
“You okay?” he asks, the words somehow making it through the roaring in my ears.
I nod, then say, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”
When I shift to sit on the bed, he kneels in front of it, staring up at me with concern in his eyes. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” I take a breath before reaching out and running my thumb over his lips. “Every time I think you can’t make me come any harder, you somehow do.”
He smirks. “That was all you, babe. I barely did anything.”
The term of endearment makes me smile. And I ask softly, “Do I get my reward now?”
Twenty-three
Jude
