Turning to face the water, it cascaded over my chest, following the path of my abs, flowing over the deep V of my hips, before finally trickling over my dick. Three weeks was definitely nothing in terms of how long I’d abstained in the past, but knowing what Jude tasted like, what his body felt like, knowing how he loved me, it made it damn near impossible to go without.
Closing my eyes, I thought only of Jude. His lips. His mouth. His hands.
And as my own hand worked over my needy cock, I longed for the day he’d touch me like this again. My orgasm built far too quickly and I wasn’t ready to let go of thinking of Jude. Squeezing the base of my cock tightly kept me from coming just yet.
That was when the sound of Sarge barking like a lunatic broke through my sex-crazed brain. “Shit,” I cursed, turning off the water. I grabbed a towel and dried my body as best as I could. Knowing I’d piss my new neighbors off if I didn’t shut Sarge up soon, I quickly pulled on my shorts, forgoing the shirt. I was sure the pizza delivery guy had walked in on worse than a one-armed, shirtless army vet and his crazy-ass dog.
“Sarge,” I commanded, but it didn’t silence him. “Sit. Sarge. Now.” He was prancing all around, whining and barking. “Must be pretty hungry, huh?”
As I cracked the door opened, I turned back to Sarge to make sure he didn’t charge the door and tackle the poor guy. Hooking my fingers through his collar, I wanted to make sure he stayed at my side. And when a voice I’d only fantasized about moments ago said, “Hey,” I thought the universe was playing a dirty fucking trick on me.
Shocked, I let go of Sarge’s collar. He ran out of my reach and pounced Jude before I could even fully believe it was him. “Sarge!” Jude greeted him, scrubbing his hands through his fur, scratching behind his ears. “Who’s a good boy?” he said in that stupid dog voice everyone seemed to have.
I had to be dreaming. There was no way he was here. How did he even know whereherewas? “What? How? I mean . . . what?” I stammered, sounding like a complete idiot.
Moving to no less than a foot in front of me, Jude scanned my face, his eyes settling on mine. “I’ll explain it all later, but right now, all I want to do is kiss you.” His whispered words were full of need. There was no way I could deny him, deny both of us something we desperately needed.
He licked his lower lip as he reached for my face. Melting into him was as natural as breathing. When our lips touched, electricity sparked all over my body. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him even closer to me. His hands moved to my hair, then my neck. I turned my head to the side so he could attack the skin right below my earlobe.
The next second, we were stumbling backward, the door slamming behind us a foggy sound compared to the blood rushing in my ears. “Bedroom,” Jude mumbled against my lips.
“Couch. It’s closer,” I choked out as his hands moved over my naked back.
Holding my face in his hands, he held my stare. “No,” he said, his voice taking on that “I’m in charge now” tone. “I need you in bed. Now.”
If he hadn’t reached down and grazed his fingers over my hard dick, I would have thought for certain I was dreaming. Without wasting any more time, we stumbled to the bedroom. He pushed me down onto the mattress and knelt before me. There was no clumsiness or fumbling to his movements. My skin prickled in goose bumps as he slid my mesh shorts off.
He licked his lips again as my dick lay hard and heavy against my body. “Fucking gorgeous.” His hands roamed over my chest, tracing lightly over my nipples, dipping into the ripples of my muscles. As he traced further south, I sucked in a deep breath knowing his touch was less than a centimeter from where I needed it most. “God, I fucking missed you,” was all he said before he used his mouth for something other than words.
Using his hands to steady my thrusting hips, he took me as deep as he could. But it wasn’t enough. “Please,” I begged, lacing my fingers through his hair. “Oh God, please.”
He looked up at me, a hint of teasing shining in his eyes. Slowly, he moved his hand from my hip and wrapped it around the base of my dick. Moving so fucking slowly I thought I would explode under his touch, he glided his hand up the length of my wet, hard cock. He swirled his thumb around the head, setting my need in a blaze of fire only he would be able to extinguish. “Jude,” I groaned his name, my body needing to be inside him more than I needed my next breath. “Please, oh God, please . . . ,” I begged, my words trailing off to nothing more than a breathless plea for release.
“Sit back,” he commanded, nodding to the wall behind the bed. As I moved back, he stood from the bed, stripping out of his clothes with lightning speed. As if he’d lived here longer than I had, he opened my nightstand drawer and pulled out the bottle of lube, before returning to the bed. Settling himself on his knees between my legs, he drizzled it into his hand. It took all my restraint not to thrust up into his hand as he worked the liquid over my length.
He crawled over me, straddling my lap. Just when I was expecting the bossy and demanding Jude who usually showed up in bed, he pressed a soft, wet kiss to my mouth, telling me this was more than just a release for him. He kissed me as if his life depended on it.
And I kissed him back just the same.
Lowering his body down onto my waiting dick, he nibbled at my lip, groaning and moaning with each passing inch. “Micah . . . Micah . . . Micah.” He said my name in time to the movement of his body. Up and down, he took me again and again. It was a slow, punishing rhythm—his body gliding on top of mine, my body plunging into his over and over.
My orgasm built, setting fire to my skin. I pulled him down to my mouth again, needing to taste him. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I held him in place as best I could, and I drove into him, slow and deep, so deep there was no me and him.
We were one and the same.
With that thought racing through my head, I came on a cry of pleasure so fierce it nearly hurt. His body shook on top of mine as he took what I had to give him. “Oh fuck,” I cursed, my body pliant and sated beneath his.
“I need you,” he said, all needy and breathy. “Now,” he demanded, rolling me over onto my stomach. Through the anticipation hanging thick in the air, I heard him open the lube, felt him touch me, readying my body for the invasion of his.
In one smooth motion, he was buried inside me, collapsing on top of my body. With his arms wrapped under my shoulders, he moved inside me, leaving absolutely no space between us. Our legs were so tangled together, it felt like it would take forever to pull us apart. “Micah,” he mumbled against my neck. His movements went from in control to erratic, and he was back on his knees, leaving my body in need of his heat.
As he grabbed my hips, he drove into me. “Fuck, oh fuck, Micah . . .” I knew he was going to bruise me, leave his marks on my skin, and I needed them. “Coming . . . oh God . . . baby I’m coming.”
In the moments of silence following his release, he lay next to me. I didn’t have the physical strength to roll over. And I certainly didn’t have the emotional strength to ask him what the hell all of this meant. If it hadn’t been for the pizza being delivered, we might have stayed like that forever. “Pizza,” I explained, standing from the bed. Too afraid to look into his eyes, I dressed quickly and answered the door. After paying for it, I put the pizza in the oven to keep it warm. Despite not wanting to face the truth, I’d spent too much of my life running from it. Even though I feared what he’d say, I knew we had to talk.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Jude was sitting on the edge of the bed. He’d pulled on his jeans and that immediately made me anxious he was about to leave. Knowing the sarcastic comment waiting on the edge of my tongue would only lash his skin, I swallowed it down. “What are you doing here?” I asked, sitting next to him.
He looked at me and said, “I missed you,” as if there was no other explanation for him appearing on my doorstep out of nowhere.
