WITHIN SECONDS, JUDE’S mouth left me breathless. His hardening cock pressing against mine made my body reel in pleasure. “I want you,” I muttered against his lips, before moving lower to attack his neck.
“I know.” He moaned. “I want you, too.” He groaned, pressing his body into mine even more.
Needing to send my message home, I reached around his waist, letting my fingers dip into the elastic waistband of his mesh shorts. As my touch grazed the upper limits of his ass cheek, his dick throbbed against mine. “No,” I clarified. “Iwantyou.”
I watched in needy amazement as his throat moved on a hard swallow. My mouth watered, needing to lick at his Adam’s apple as it bulged under his skin. Reaching lower, I squeezed his ass, letting my fingers graze over his crack, sending my point home.
Leaning into my touch, he gasped. “Oh,” he said against the corner of my lips, licking the seam with his hot tongue.
“Have you never?” I asked, raking my nails up his back.
He shook his head and explained, “I’ve always been a top.”
Disappointment flashed through me. Being with Jude any way I could get him was always what I’d wanted, but I didn’t know if never being a top would be enough for me. Hell, up until a week ago, I didn’t even know which I was. I knew nothing about this part of my sexuality.
And now, all I knew was that I wanted to try everything, at least once.
“Hey,” Jude said, clearly registering the silence paired with the faraway look in my eyes. “Just because I never have before, doesn’t mean I won’t.” His hands came to either side of my face, gently cupping my jaw. As his thumbs moved over my cheeks, erasing away the worry that had immediately set in there, he said, “Micah, for you I’d do anything. Especially if it means trying something new.” He delivered a soft and sensual kiss to my lips before whispering, “You’re the only one I ever want to be with ever again. So for you, with you, I’d do everything.”
His words were all I needed to take the lead. The only other time in my life I’d even come close to being sexually dominant was when we fooled around as teenagers. Back then, it had everything to do with raging hormones and fledgling feelings. Now, I knew it had everything to do with never knowing who I was or what I wanted.
But now that everything I’d ever want was right here in my grasp, I had no fear when it came to taking the lead. A renewed appetite for Jude flowed through my veins. He laughed when I tossed him from my lap and stripped out of my clothes in less than two seconds. “Horny tonight?” he asked as I grabbed the waist of his shorts.
Even though he lifted his hips to help me out, my frenzied movements had me falling off the bed when I hadn’t realized I’d run out mattress. “Graceful,” he joked, readjusting himself back up against the headboard. “Comfy down there?” he mocked as I lay on the floor.
When I stood, all the blood rushed from my head and went straight to my dick. Jude, sitting on the bed, his erection standing up proudly, resting against his tight, muscular stomach, made my mouth dry.
And my desire to please him made laughing at his lame ass joke impossible. Rather than explain how graceful I could be, I decided it would be better for me to demonstrate it. Walking around to the side of the bed, I stroked myself. And with each step, I became harder and harder. “Seeing as I’ve never done this before,” I taunted. “Maybe you could give me a few pointers.” As much as I wanted to take him, I needed his help.
“Well first,” he said, all breathily and needy, “you’re going to need to get yourself good and hard.”
“Like this?” I asked as I stroked myself over and over again. I loved the roles we were playing—the coach teaching me how to fuck him. And with each word he spoke, my cock ached more and more.
“Yeah.” He groaned, his eyes glued to my hand moving over my dick. “But try it like this,” he suggested as he began stroking himself. Each time his hand reached the head of his dick, he twisted a little, rubbing his thumb over the wide, glistening crown.
Mimicking his motion, my head fell back. A low groan vibrated from my chest. “Fucking hell,” I cursed. “So good.”
As I felt my orgasm come to life in my veins, he commanded, “That’s enough.” As he moved himself to the edge of the bed, he added, “You don’t want to come before you fuck me, do you?”
“Oh fuck,” I cursed as he wrapped his hand around mine. The added pressure of his grip made coming too soon a reality. Shutting my eyes as tightly as I could, I tried to think of anything to ward off my orgasm. When the need to come finally retreated, I opened my eyes only to see Jude smiling up at me, pride beaming across his gorgeous fucking face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Licking my lips, I needed to kiss him, but he wouldn’t let me move. He also wouldn’t let go of my dick.
“And you.” He spoke reverentially as he looked up at me. “It’s so nice to finally be able to see your eyes without them being covered by a blanket of hair.”
“Oh,” I sputtered like some teenage girl receiving a compliment on her pretty, pink dress. “It was time for a new look.”
“I liked the old one,” he admitted, and for a moment I felt guilty I’d changed something he’d liked about me. Who knew when he’d run out of things he actually liked about me? But when he added, “But this look, this . . . I . . . it’s . . . ,” he stuttered before finally deciding on, “It’s you. Like really and truly you. The hair was a cover up. Now I see all of you, and I love it.”
Without giving me any space to react to his comments, he moved our hands over my cock once again. “Now, where were we?” he asked, playing up the teacher role just enough to get me right back on the edge of my control within seconds. “Oh, that’s right,” he answered before I could get my brain to function enough to formulate a sensible response. “You wanted to fuck me.”
His words should have embarrassed me.
But what they did instead made me want him even more than I thought possible.
“Yes,” I hissed as he worked the swollen head of my cock as he’d just worked his own.
“Well, then.” As he pulled his hand away from me, I mourned the heat of his touch. “You’ll need to be good and wet.” When he sucked me to the back of his throat, I couldn’t give a shit about his fucking hand.
Borne from a need so deep, I felt it in my bones, I wrapped my hand around his neck and fucked his mouth until I thought I was going to come. The thought of draining my orgasm into his mouth, letting it trickle down his needy throat, had me within a centimeter of coming far too soon. And he must’ve known it too because as I felt the first drops rising to the tip, he pulled away, looking up at me as if I’d just committed a mortal sin. “Not so fast, killer,” he joked, his eyes shimmering in a look half playful and half stern. When he squeezed the base of my dick once again, it helped to keep me from coming all over his face.
