Tearing my gaze away, I lifted his feet one by one and removed his shoes and socks. When I straightened to push down his jeans and briefs, I felt his tension dissolve. As I lifted from my kneeling position, I did so slowly, letting my cock drag against his. In the upward journey to standing, I let the cool metal of my nipple rings pass over his pert nubs. The sweet whimpering moans were proof of his physical response. Next, Iyanked the T-shirt over his head. Tossing it aside, I stepped back to ogle his nudity. “You’re stunning, Jude.”
“I-I don’t know what to do,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to think about anything,” I instructed. “Just feel,Babbo. Feel my hands and mouth worship you.”
I gently pushed him back until his legs were against the mattress and then I gave a gentle shove. “On the bed, Jude, and on your back.” He scrambled on and when he was in position. I snatched a pillow and tucked it under his hips. I hovered over him and stretched his arms out on either side of him. “Leave them there. I’m preparing my buffet.”
Jude gulped. “I thought you were going to suck my cock,” he said, his voice thick and slightly confused.
“I am. Remember, just feel.”
When I spread his legs apart, he gasped, “Ethan, I-I’m so…”
“Open… vulnerable,” I filled in for him. “You trust me, right? You told me to take the lead. What do you need for me to stop from overthinking?”
“Kiss me.”
I obliged and took his mouth. The kiss started in a slow, sensual exploration, my tongue gliding gently along the inside seam of his lips, his teeth. But as Jude squirmed under me and his hands were on my head, I said, “Nuh-uh,” and taking each of his hands, I covered his body with mine and stretched his arms out again. “Leave them until I tell you otherwise.”
Jude gave me a scowl as he clasped his hands behind his head.
In response, I started a slow drag from his left palm, kissed the inside of his wrist. I licked a stripe up his forearm and then peppered butterfly kisses on his biceps.
When I flicked my tongue in the dip of his armpit, Jude’s giggles were laced with breathy pants. “No,” he squeaked. “Too many sensations.”
“That’s my goal,” I replied and dipped in his armpit one more time before giving his other arm the same love.
I pressed openmouthed kisses over his pecs and sucked a second bruise over his heart. Then I concentrated on his abs, tasting the salt and slight film of sweat. I licked my lips, savoring him as I outlined the dips and planes, curves and hollows, paying attention to his belly button.
Jude’s moans and mewls were like a sexy melody as I grazed over his hip and bit hard enough to make him yelp. I kissed away the sting only to be surprised when he said, “Do it again, Ethan. I crave reminders of you all over my body.”
“As you wish,” I said and left a trail of nibbles and less intrusive hickeys in my wake, traveling down his happy trail and lower abdomen to his other hip, where I sank my teeth into his silky skin.
“Fuck!” he squealed.
“I’ve got you,” I said in a voice that was barely audible. “I’m going to go down on your cock so use your hands to find purchase.”
I maneuvered myself and swung my leg over his waist. Straddling him gave me easy access to all the body parts that had my mouth watering. Lifting up on all fours, I stroked up and down his inner thighs as the head of my flushed cock smeared precum over his belly with my movement. On my last stroke up his leg, I cradled Jude’s balls in my palm. With my other hand, I held his cock at the root and licked the precum on the slit that gathered like pearls. “Mmm, so good.” I swirled my tongue around the head as if I was licking an ice cream cone, catching the creamy drops. I ran my tongue up the velvety underside and felt a wave of arousal roll through me.
In my periphery, I saw Jude fisting the bed covers. “More, Ethan… please, more.”
“We’ll get there,” I crooned and gave his balls a squeeze before swallowing his cock in one easy glide.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” he cried out.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I bobbed my head at a steady pace, feeling his erection swell and hearing a medley of sweet noises escaping his lips behind me. His hands were on my back, his palms digging into the flesh the more I pistoned his cock in and out of my mouth.
Then I let it slide out and lubed up my finger with a new bubbling of precum. With his ass on the pillow and already angled toward me, I reached over and found his hole. I swabbed precum around the rim and massaged with a back and forth motion every few seconds, sinking my finger in, letting Jude get accustomed to the intrusion. At the same time, my other hand was around his cock, teasing the head with the pad of my thumb. “Jude, are you good?”
When he didn’t answer, I looked over my shoulder at his head bouncing off the bed, his eyes dilated and his mouth gaping open. He wet his lips a few times and then whined, “Let me come, Ethan. Stop teasing me.”
“Not teasing,” I replied, loving how he looked so fucking lost in his own lust. “It’s called pleasuring you.”
“Then more,” he cried. “Just get me off.”
“Are you green for another finger?”
“Yes,” he snapped. “Everything.”
