“Gabby?” Jude asked.
“Yes,” I said, “but she’s not going to ruin our day. I set the device on the table and then pulled Jude along with me to the bedroom where we fell on the bed and made out for an hour before finally getting our trunks on and going to the pool.
We had a good time splashing each other in the water and chatting with a few people who lived on my floor. One was a gay couple in their fifties who recently got married. David was a financier who owned a newer high-performance Alpha Romeo. When I told him that I used to work for Alpha Romeo before training in Modena at the Maserati headquarters, we fell into an easy conversation. Jude struck up an equally interesting discussion regarding the Church’s slant on homosexuality with David’s husband, who was a psychiatrist at the medical center.
After a couple of hours, we excused ourselves and went back up to my apartment where we hardly got in the door before we were on each other again. I had no idea where all the sexual tension was coming from. When the thought occurred to me that we wanted to get all we could of each other before Jude decided to leave.
After a light dinner, Jude opted to take a shower, explaining rather adorably that he was shy about cleaning himself thoroughly in front of me. I’d grinned, gave his ass a light slap, and suggested he play with his hole while he cleaned himself. Then I sent him off to get ready while I took my shower in the guest bathroom.
We happened to walk into my bedroom at the same time from opposite directions. The luminescence slanting through the curtains from streetlights, deck lights from ocean liners out on the water, and moonlight, cast him in a vivid radiance. And as always, he was my angel come alive. “I feel like I stepped into agay romance on the big screen where the two lovers meet in the middle.”
Jude took a step toward me. “What happens?”
Desire lashed through me as I gazed upon his naked body. Jude was flawless, with a perfectly proportioned physique of sculpted muscle and a flat tummy that drew the eye down to his long cock that swelled under my steady inspection. “Turn around for me.”
Jude complied, a light dusting of red at the tips of his ears. I hungered for his ass. When he completed his rotation, his cheeks were flushed.
“You’re beautiful, Jude. And however long we have together, I will cherish every moment.”
“Ethan, don’t…”
I held up my hand to hush him. “That’s all I wanted to say. No more talking.”
We both advanced the last few steps until our dicks bumped lightly against each other.
Jude put his hands all over my chest, caressing and tracing over my tattoos with his finger. As he outlined the curl of the ocean waves and the marine life, he followed the lines with his eyes, as if mesmerized by the seascape. He stopped at the crab claw, the one that represented my Nonna in Sicily, and said very softly, regretfully, “You promised to take me there.” But the meaning was clear.Not if we aren’t together. I’d held guilt about a lot of things that happened in my life. But one thing I never would feel remorse over was the baby I helped to create. And if Gabby didn’t want her—a girl if Jude proved to be right—I’d raise her with or without him.
Putting aside all negative thoughts, I came back to the present by slanting my mouth against his and urging, “Let me in, Jude.” At the same time, he parted his lips and I tasted the mint of toothpaste and saliva that was all his. I sank onehand in between us and I enveloped our cocks, then teased our slits, using my thumb to spread enough precum so they glided together as one.
Jude’s gasp morphed into a moan, and with my other hand grasping his nape I deepened my kiss, thrusting my tongue inside his velvety warmth as we rutted together. After a handful of long, gliding strokes of our cocks, my balls tightened and I pulled back without warning out of a desperate need not to come.
Jude whined, “Come back,” just as I grabbed him by the waist and tossed him onto the bed. For an instant he was stunned, and then he laughed. That was before I raised one knee to the bed, then the other. Locking gazes with him while on all fours, I licked my lips. I knew he saw the desire that darkened my eyes.
I crawled toward him and he kept eye contact, but I saw his Adam’s apple bobbing with each thick swallow the closer I got. In a husky voice, I asked, “Are you afraid, Jude?”
“Never with you. It’s anticipation.” Now he was the one to swipe his tongue over his lips. “You look ready to devour me.”
“I am.” I didn’t stop inching my way in his direction until I knocked his legs apart. “Spread these for me.” As I nestled in between, I ran my hands along the fine blond hair that covered the inside of his thighs. He’d trimmed around his balls and at the base of his cock. Bending low, I licked a stripe over the veiny underside and the ridge around the head. Raising up, I found Jude’s eyes on me. “Did you play with your hole in the shower?”
“Y-yes, two fingers,” he said.
“Damn, Jude, you turn me on. Next time, I’ll have you insert a butt plug to keep it stretched open for me. Would you like that?”
He leaned forward and I thought he was going to kiss me. To my shock, he picked up my hand and separated my index and third finger. Popping them in his mouth, just inches away fromme so that I heard his noises, he sucked, licked, slathered them with his tongue, moving them around his mouth and evoking images of my fingers in his hole. What the fuck!
Jude turned around and rose up on all fours, mirroring my position. “Now that I got them wet, will you finish the job, baby?”
“Glad to,” I said and started with one, then added a second digit. After sinking them in deep, I massaged the walls of the rectum, feeling around for his prostate while at the same time caressing Jude’s ass. I couldn’t refrain from squeezing, pinching hard enough to make him squeal, then I sucked until the skin turned red. I did it again and again, creating a trio of hickeys across his ass.
His groan every time I sucked his skin red was nothing compared to when I added a third finger and my digits grazed his prostate. “Oh fucking… fuck, fuck,” he called out. “Oh my God, that feels… that feels…”
His dilated eyes mirrored his lust. After a few more times of him bearing down on my fingers attempting to bring himself release, I pulled them out. His whole body tensed with panic, and I hushed him with murmurs of love and praise, punctuated by openmouthed kisses. “Roll over onto your back, Jude; I’m gonna take care of you.”
I helped him turn, since none of his limbs seemed to be working. They quivered like Jell-O as I positioned him for my cock and put pillows under his hips. My dick was leaking like a faucet, making enough precum to replace lube given he was already stretched. I kissed him softly on the lips. “Are you ready?”
He beat the mattress with his fist, which could’ve been an answer, but I needed words for consent. “Baby, please fuck me. Please be my first.”
I stilled momentarily at hearing his plea, a reminder of all the years he’d deprived himself. I had to make him fly. I gazed into his brown eyes, rich as the earth in a dense forest. He sawme. And at that moment, I was positive about two things.
