"God, Jud. How am I supposed to let you go when you say stuff like that?"
"I'm sorry."
"Does it really have to end?"
What does he mean?
Does he want to have a long-distance relationship? It'll never work.
He puts his hands on my face, so I look into his eyes again. "Come back to me, baby. Let's not think about this now. Let's just do what makes us feel good, okay?"
"I can do that." I can certainly do that.
He's dry enough for me, so I hang his towel next to mine, ignoring how my heart beats a little faster, seeing them both up there as if that's how it's meant to be. I pull him by the hand and lead him to his bed.
"You've had your dessert, but I haven't had mine," I say. "Although, to be fair, I liked how your dessert came out in the end. So this is how it's going to go…"
"Oh, bossy Jud. Have I told you how much I like it when you're bossy?" he says, slapping my ass.
I throw myself on the bed and pull him down on top of me.
He slams his hungry mouth onto mine, and I welcome it. I'll end up with beard rash and bruised lips, but I want it all. Being consumed by Sky like this is the absolute best feeling in the world.
"God, I love how big you are. So strong, solid. Pin me down," I beg.
He takes my hands and pins them above my head, holding them with one hand while the other runs slowly down my body.
I squirm when his fingers tickle my sides.
"I love this. That you're still ticklish. God, you got me so hard that day on the sidewalk in Fairlington," he says into my mouth.
"Hmm…"
I raise my hips, but he raises his too, the fucker.
"Patience, baby. You'd think you haven't had an orgasm today." He's nipping at my neck again, and I swear I'll kill him if I have visible marks in the morning.
"Stop being so fucking sexy, and I'll stop coming in three-point-two seconds," I groan.
His hand finally moves where I want it to, and just like at the orchard, he grips us both. The weight of his body, the tight grip from his hand, and the words he's whispering in my ear are enough to bring me to the brink of ultimate pleasure.
"I'm so close, baby. Are you going to let go too?" he asks.
"Uh huh."
I open my eyes, and he's right there, looking back at me. A little bead of sweat runs down his forehead, and I just want to lick it.
My pleasure is there under the surface but not quite attainable. Sky's moves become more erratic, and I feel like he's pressing me flat against the mattress. He comes with a groan, his hips jerking until he's spent.
He releases my hands, and I reach down for my still-hard dick.
"Sky…I need…" I beg. I don't even know what I'm begging for. As far as I know, he doesn't even know his name right now. He's like a giant noodle on top of me.
But he's not quite dead yet, and he knows I haven't come because he reaches down between my legs and finds my crease.
As soon as I feel his finger putting pressure on my hole to seek entrance, that's it. That is all I needed. The tiny trigger that pushes me over to the next level.
Sky kisses me again as I come down from my orgasm. Damn, sex with him is so good.
