“She’s in her mid-eighties and thankfully, still healthy. I plan on going back right after the winter holidays, when work slows.”
“That sounds nice. I’ve never been anywhere except Philadelphia, where I was born, and California when I was twenty-one to attend seminary for eight years,” Jude said reflectively as he smoothed his hand over the flowing inked waves on my shoulder. “After that, I was posted at three different parishes before coming to Long Beach.”
Jude’s soft touches and intermittent kisses had my cock grinding with his. He had to feel it because he shifted rather than grinding down harder—which unexpectedly disappointed me. That wasn’t going do and with my hand still on his waist, I pulled him down. “Better,” I whispered behind Jude’s ear. “I want to kiss you.”
“Please,” Jude pleaded as he wrapped his arms around my neck.
I took the move as an invitation and covered his mouth with soft, chaste kisses. My tongue was warm against the seam of Jude’s lips, waiting to be let in. When Jude opened for me, I slipped in and the slow, tangling dance with his tongue was too erotic. I crushed him to me, pressing him tight to ward off the orgasm that began in the pit of my stomach and slowly spread, curling around my limbs like a live wire. My balls tightened anddespite my lightheadedness, I grabbed Jude’s face, the kiss hard and rough and untamed.
Jude pulled away but only long enough to whisper against my lips. “Let yourself go, baby. Make a mess.”
The dirty talk was all I needed, and the tremors that began in my balls snaked up my groin to my cock. “Fuck… fuck…” I rasped out as my body spasmed, and my hips thrust up into Jude involuntarily. My toes curled, my body arched, and I grunted out my release, Jude’s name getting stuck in my throat.
Jude held me, peppering my head and temples with kisses until the aftershocks slowed. Then he swung his leg around and sat close to me, my head thrown back against the back of the sofa. Jude placed his hand over my fast-beating heart.
“We were just kissing,” I said, still breathless. “But you tasted and felt so fucking good, it… took me by surprise when you gave me permission.”
Crawling off me, Jude straightened and faced me. “I’m sorry. Permission? I didn’t mean to. I said what came naturally to me… what I thought you might need to hear. You looked like you were holding back.”
“Yes, permission. And you called me baby,” I remarked, a mix of amusement, contentment, and then… a realization that the endearment was a slip of the tongue and meant nothing. I stiffened at the thought and pushed my other emotions to the wayside. “I gotta clean up before I go.”
Jude stopped my forward motion by preventing me from getting up. Hands on my shoulders, he said, “We agreed not to run away, Ethan. So tell me what’s going on in your head.”
I fell back against the cushions. It wasn’t the first time I had to clean up cum after I’d been sitting in it while it dried. “You called me baby,” I reiterated.
“I did,” Jude said quietly.
“Why?”
Jude shrugged. “It came out on its own like everything else I said. I felt you needed to hear that someone cared about your pleasure. And using that endearment… felt right.”
“You were right about me needing to hear permission. Being a submissive, it’s how I’ve been programmed.” Sighing, I said, “About the endearment…” I looked away, but Jude brought my focus back on him as he’d done earlier. “I thought you said it unintentionally… that you were caught up in my impending orgasm.”
“No, Ethan… I mean, yes, I was caught up. But watching your expression morph into bliss was raw, and sensual. Knowing your history has made me acutely aware of what I say to you. I might screw up, but never with the purpose of hurting you.”
I blinked slowly, letting his words float in the air around us.
Jude cradled my face. “Are we good?”
“We are, but I do have to go. Can I use the bathroom to clean off my mess?” I stood, grimacing at the feel of the squishy semen inside my briefs.
“You could take a shower here and borrow sweatpants,” Jude said, pushing to his feet.
“Thanks, but then I’ll want to crawl into bed with you. Better that I leave.”
Jude indicated the door to the bedroom. “Through there.”
When I returned after a few minutes, I pulled Jude to me by his waist. My kiss was feather soft. “Thank you, Jude. I became convinced that I’d never be with another man again. And maybe I wouldn’t if it wasn’t you. The times in the confessional put me at ease with you,” I said on a smile. “But I am feeling like a selfish prick for not?—”
Jude placed two fingers on my lips. “Don’t even say it. What we did tonight was not transactional. I would like to see you again, though.”
“Yeah, I would too,” I confirmed. “I’ll call you after work tomorrow. I’m sure you’re going to have a lot to deal with and I thought maybe you’ll want a distraction.” I dug my keys out of my pocket. Then with my free hand, I held the back of Jude’s head and urged him close so our mouths were almost touching. “I get that what we did wasn’t transactional, but I’d like the chance to watch you lose yourself.”
Jude shivered against my grasp and blushed. “I’d like that.”
I pressed an openmouthed kiss to the back of his neck. “Good night, fa— Shit, sorry. I almost called you father.”
Jude sucked in his bottom lip, seemingly considering my slip. “You could… if you want to. I kinda like the juxtaposition of you calling me father with me referring to you as baby. Not that I think you’re a baby or anything kinky like that.”
