The notion that I might have this moment again did nothing to calm the fire ripping through me. I wanted Jude over and over, in any capacity he’d have me.
Shame he wasn’t even looking at me.
Like that, is it?
I took my jacket off and draped it over the arm of the sofa. Jude had his eyes closed, head tipped back, exposing his elegant neck. More urges to put my lips on him swept over me, but my mouth had one destination.
Jude was already hard, cock jutting out from his groin, thick, straight, and cut. I’d never sucked a circumcised dick before. How had I not noticed the last—and first—time I’d had him naked?
I knew the answer without bothering to follow the train of thought. Our hotel encounter had been frantic and raw. I’d fucked him over and over, as though my life had depended on it, totally at the mercy of my desperate, instinctive desire for him. I’d absorbed his beauty, but had missed the details, and fuck if I wasn’t glad of it now. Jude’s body was familiar, and yet brand new.
God, I wanted him.
I gripped the hem of his T-shirt. “Take this off.”
“Huh?” Jude jerked to awareness and licked his lips. “What?”
“Take it off. I want you naked.”
“What else do you want?”
I wish I knew.
I let the question hang and watched him rip the T-shirt over his head, tossing it away, to reveal the glorious torso that had drawn me to him in the first place. Even the tiny dragon tattoo made my heart beat faster.I need his cock in my mouth before I make a twat of myself.
I drew a slow fingertip across Jude’s abdomen, revelling in his shiver. Our eyes met, and I wanted to say something, but no words came to mind. I tipped him a dirty wink and lowered my head.
Gaze still locked with his, I took him into my mouth. The pressure in my belly increased tenfold as he slid along my tongue, but I resisted the urge to go hard from the start, and set a slow, easy rhythm.
Jude groaned. “Fuck, you get off on killing me, don’t you?”
I answered him with a deeper swallow. It hurt. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d taken a man all the way down my throat, but the sensation of Jude pulsing in my mouth was an even exchange. More than that. In the bubble I’d built around us in the last thirty seconds, it was everything.
Jude moaned again, the ragged sound going straight to my groin, topping up the memories I’d banked from the hotel. His charged groans then had blown me apart. Now I craved them like air, and I sucked him down over and over, until his thighs quivered beneath my heated palms.
“You fucker.” Jude’s hands flew to my head. He clenched his fingers into my hair and raised his hips to fuck my mouth. “I don’t want to come yet.”
But it seemed his dick had other ideas. He thrust harder, his pleasured cries heightening as his cock swelled. I was a control freak in the bedroom as much as I was everywhere else, but there was something so damn erotic about him using me to pleasure himself that I just…let him.
I groaned, wondering if I’d come from just watching him. His body grew tenser, his skin flushed, and pressure in my jeans was madness. I was so turned on my eyes teared up. My hands balled into fists.
Jude came. A yell ripped out of him and he shot down my throat. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck.”
His incoherency made me grin. I swallowed all he had to give, and sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with my hand.
Jude panted, his gaze fierce. “You look pleased with yourself.”
“Can you blame me? Watching you come is the hottest thing ever.”
“You must’ve lived a sheltered life.”
He had no idea of the life I’d led, and I knew next to nothing about him, but I couldn’t deny that for the first time in forever, being so intimate with someone seemed normal. “Are you bisexual?”
Jude blinked. “Does it matter?”
“No. I mean, not in the sense you probably think I’m asking, it’s just that you seemed to understand everything I told you about Mina.”
Jude sat up slowly, gaze trained on my crotch. “If I had to pick a label and stick to it, I’d guess it would be bi, but it’s never been that defined for me. I haven’t been with a woman for a long time, and when I’m alone and thinking dirty thoughts, it’s usually about men, but I’m more attracted to people than genders, and I swing every way possible, even if it’s a one-night stand.”
