So while there were too many other distractions racing through my brain, I actively chose to focus on the warmth of his body next to mine, to the pleasure his touch gave me, to the serenity offered here.
Pushing all the bullshit aside, I leaned my head on his shoulder. He rested his cheek against me, and when he pressed his lips to my hair, I had a feeling that everything would work out just fine.
I wasn’t exactly sure how, but thehowdidn’t matter.
All that mattered was our synchronized breathing, our touching bodies, our deepest desires.
But it was all fleeting. When the loud boom of a forceful knock on the door vibrated through the house, our bubble was burst. “Expecting company?” I asked, trying my best to hide my dissatisfaction at our moment coming to an end. The knocking grew louder. Whoever was on the other side of the door was pounding away with their fists.
“Not that I know of,” he huffed as he stood, sounding more than a little annoyed.
His annoyance put a small smile on my face, but my brain was working too slowly to come up with any kind of smart-ass remark. So instead of that, I stood, my legs wobbling slightly as I did so. Bending to grab my clothes made my head rush and I needed to brace my hands against my thighs on the way back up so I wouldn’t pass out.
Best blow job of my life,I thought to myself and then chuckled realizing it was only the second from a guy, and knowing both were from Jude made it that much better. By the time I’d processed all of that, the banging stopped. “What the hell?” Jude questioned, feet away from the door. He looked back to me. “You heard that, right? It wasn’t just in my head?”
Standing half-naked, I laughed. “I couldn’t hear much with my dick in your mouth. But yeah, there was definitely someone at the door.”
“Fucking shit,” Jude cursed, his eyes trained on something behind me. “Get down. Now.” The volume was just shy of yelling, but there was no mistaking the urgency in his tone. Squatting down behind the island, I couldn’t see anything. “Get dressed,” he commanded. It was difficult to ignore the feeling of shame permeating the room, its black cloud blocking out the light of moments ago. Trying my best to stay out of view, I quickly slid my boxers and shorts back on. When Jude said, “Stay there. I don’t need him seeing you,” every ounce of happiness I felt was extinguished, replaced by an all too familiar darkness I’d hoped never to experience again.
