“Then Jim was so hard up that he fucked Bax in the bathroom of a bar. And the entire time it happened, Bax never wanted it to stop. He’d never met anyone like Jim, and he couldn’t believe how much that man turned him on.” I shift my hand from his waist to run it along his spine. “Bax was crazy about the way Jim made him feel. He liked when Jim bent him over the bed and spanked him. He liked when Jim ate him out on his desk. And he liked when Jim let him fuck his mouth.”
Jude shifts, and I feel him growing hard against my leg.
I run my finger up his spine, and he shivers before moaning softly. “It’s always okay with Bax if Jim needs to get off. It’s fucking hot to watch.”
Jude meets my gaze before reaching down to push the blankets off. He sleeps only in boxers, and it takes him just half a second to free himself. Then he throws a leg over mine, so his dick is nestled right above my knee.
My cock hardens immediately, but I don’t make a move to touch it. I want Jude to get off first. He’s been wound so tight the last few days.
I use my other arm, the one Jude’s head is lying on, to pull him closer. “Just use me to get yourself off. However you need to, all right?”
He presses his face into my neck and starts humping my leg. He’s already leaking precum, giving him some natural lube to slide up and down.
My balls grow heavy with need, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying or doing anything other than simply being here in the moment for Jude.
He whimpers and slides a hand to my waist to pull me closer.
“That’s right,” I say. “Just like that.”
His moves grow frantic, his hips snapping back and forth as he rubs his dick on me.
“Come on, Jude.” I kiss his sweaty forehead. “Come all over my leg.”
He does it almost immediately, his hips stuttering to a halt as he cries out. Warm liquid shoots up my leg before running down to my mattress. It turns me on even more, which I didn’t think was even possible.
Jude comes down slowly, panting. His cheeks are red, and his body’s relaxed and warm.
“Okay?” I ask. My voice is more strained than I want it to be.
Jude nods and presses a kiss to my neck and shoulder before shifting his mouth to my chest.
“Hey—”
“I want to,” he interrupts. “You have no idea how much I want to. I’m going to suck you until you come in my mouth, and then I want to pound your ass.”
All I can do is nod my agreement.
He frowns, and I rush to say, “Green. I mean green. Though technically, you didn’t ask for my color. You didn’t even ask anything.”
“You want to get out of it on a technicality?” Jude asks.
“No. I’m not trying to get out of anything.”
“You’re not? So if I flip you over and spank your ass, you’d know you needed it for not using words?”
“Yes.” The word comes out as a whisper. My balls are aching, and my dick is pressing against my boxers almost painfully.
Jude pushes up to kneel beside me, and he works my boxers down my thighs before pulling them off completely. Then he flips me effortlessly so I’m on my stomach.
Slowly, Jude traces a finger down my spine, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin. “Color?”
“Green.”
“What do you want?”
I try to press myself to the mattress to get some friction, but Jude slaps my ass hard.
I yelp and try to pull away, but there’s nowhere to go.
