Page 62 of Mr. Uptight


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He heard the uncertainty in his voice and winced. Always determined and self-assured at work, in this minefield of personal relationships, Jude was flying without a safety net and scared to death. He wasn’t sure what Mason would say.

“And I want you more than ever.”

Blatant need shone from Mason’s face, and Jude’s last wall crumbled. He took Mason by the hand and walked with him to the bedroom, where he tugged off his T-shirt and undid his shorts, letting them fall to the floor, followed by his briefs.

He was hard and beautiful, and as he lay against the white comforter, his naked body tanned and strong, Jude couldn’t help but feast on him.

“Like what you see?”

Without answering, Jude slid his fingers through the tangled, silky waves of Mason’s hair and bent to press his lips to the corner of Mason’s full mouth. Holding him in place, Jude traveled across the fine-cut line of his jaw to the smooth, hot skin of his chest.

“Feels so good. Don’t stop.”

Mason’s heart beat against his cheek, and Jude splayed a hand across his chest, letting its rhythm soak into his blood. He straddled Mason and leaned in, yearning to know everything about this wild, impetuous man who’d broken his walls into bits and pieces.

“Whenever I saw you, I thought of chaos, but that wasn’t you. It was how you made me feel.”

“How?” Mason reached up to touch his face.

Sweat broke out on his forehead despite the air conditioning. “Alive. Free. Ready to try.”

“Show me.” Mason rose up and kissed him, lips warm and soft but hungry. Powerful.

Need grew inside him, and he dragged his mouth against the rough jaw. Mason tipped his head back, and Jude latched on to that pulsing vein, sucking and nipping.

“Sweet, sweet,” he mumbled as he continued lower, first licking all that smooth flesh around Mason’s neck, then flicking the tiny red points of his nipples, which sent Mason flying off the bed. He held him down and bit them, drawing a hiss followed by a moan of pleasure.

“You like it like that?” Jude rested his hand on Mason’s stomach, feeling the tight muscles clench and unclench beneath his fingers.

“What I’d really like is for you to keep going.”

Jude had every intention of doing exactly that and his gaze fixed on Mason’s beautiful cock rising from his trimmed pubes. “Don’t worry. I’m going to give you what you need.”

“You. I need you, dammit.”

Momentary panic zinged through Jude at the seismic shift in the course of his life, but for the first time, he didn’t want to stop and analyze the risk when the reward was right there in front of him.

“Jude,” Mason gasped out. “Please.”

He kissed Mason. Not a soft, pretty kiss, but hard. Deep. Filthy. A push and thrust of battle. The hot, wet slide of Mason’s tongue against his turned him inside out, and Jude had to have him. He buried his face in Mason’s hair for a second, then stripped off his clothes and grabbed the lube and condom. Mason watched him slick his fingers, face bright with desire as he held his cock.

“Keep going.” Jude liked watching Mason touch himself. Those big golden eyes sparked fire, and his face flushed as he panted, full lips parted.

“Jude,Juuude.” Mason’s hips bucked, and he tightened his grip. “Need you.”

Jude wrapped his hand around Mason’s straining length and slid up and down. Hard, long strokes that took him to the top of Mason’s cock, where he squeezed the smooth crown, then back to the root.

“Yeah, that’s it. Come on.” Mason spread his legs, and Jude slid a finger past his taint, right around his rim, where he teased the entrance, only allowing the tip to slip inside Mason for a moment at a time.

“So hot.” Jude licked across the head of Mason’s cock, drinking him in. “Watching you come apart under me is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll never get tired of it.”

Mason writhed and lifted his hips, trying to force Jude’s finger in deeper, but Jude danced away, only to return with that flickering touch. “Fuck you, come on, please.”

Jude didn’t answer—he couldn’t now that he’d taken Mason into his mouth, sucking his cock while shoving his finger deep inside him. Mason cried out and pumped his hips only twice more before his climax hit, and Jude swallowed every drop.

A blissful smile greeted Jude when he released Mason and glanced up.

“Feel good?”