Jude shrugged. “There’s a room above the shop. I guess I could live there.”
“You can’t live in a room.”
“Why not? It’s just me, and paying two mortgages is killing me, man.”
I could imagine. Money had been no issue for me for a long time, but when Dom’s conscience had set us on a new path a few years back, I’d come to see the world with different eyes. We spent time in the communities where we built affordable homes and social housing projects, and some of the hardship I’d seen would stay with me forever. “There still has to be a better option that camping above the shop.”
Jude offered me a sardonic grin. “I’ll let you know if I find it.”
He picked up his fork, signalling the subject was closed, and I let him be. We ate in silence for a while. The day before, I’d met a potential investor at swanky city bistro. Lunch had been pretentious, overpriced, and under portioned. Jude’s heaping plates of jarred curry was fucking delicious by comparison, and it wasn’t long before I’d eaten every scrap.
“Hungry, eh?” He took my plate from me and set it on the table.
“What can I say? I worked up an appetite.”
Jude smirked. “See? Being friends has its benefits.”
“I never said I didn’t want to be friends—”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You can’t put your cock in someone you actually like.”
“That’s what you think I meant?”
Jude ditched his own plate and suddenly, he was on me, straddling my waist and grinding in my lap. “It doesn’t matter what I think when you come here for this. We can argue about it another time.”
My body reacted to him like a spark on dry tinder. “I don’t want to argue.”
“No? Shame. It makes for awesome angry sex.”
I’d have to take his word for that. A side effect of only sleeping with strangers meant it had been years since I’d had a sexual encounter that carried any emotions other than lust and greed. Jude was different, and I’d found myself ill-equipped to deal with how he made me feel, in and out of the bedroom. I wanted him. I craved him. And it went so far beyond physical desire my head spun every time I thought of him.
But it was hard to think about anything coherently while he was wrapped around me. His couch was old fashioned and high backed, keeping me bolt upright as he slid heated palms over my chest.
My nipples tightened.
Jude licked his lips. He was already hard, his arousal distorting his sweatpants. Want oozed from him and seeped into me, adding to the desire already swirling in my blood.
“Do it,” I whispered. “Whatever you’re thinking, just do it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Never sure of anything when it comes to you.”
Jude sniggered and went in for the kill. His mouth closed around my sensitive flesh and my startled yelp ended in a drawn-out moan.
“Oh my God. I can feel that everywhere.”
Jude hummed, and the vibration heightened the sizzling sensation pulsing through me. My dick throbbed, and I legit fucking clenched. Jude licked across my chest to the other nipple, and the spell was complete.
I thrust up, moaning, the control I held so dear slipping away as Jude teased me with his teeth. I’d never been rimmed before. I pondered if it came close to the magic Jude was creating with my nipples. Squirming beneath him, I recalled the sounds he’d made with my tongue inside him. Desperate, plaintive sounds, from a motherfucker as stubbornly proud as I was. I wanted that. I wanted him to break me down with his tongue and—
Jude released my nipples with a wet pop that was loud enough to cut my crazy, lust addled thoughts short. “You wanna fuck again?”
“I never wanted to stop.”
“Wait here.”
Jude sprang from my lap and disappeared, while I sat alone on the couch, panting, waiting. I undid my jeans and freed my cock, but I didn’t jerk it. Didn’t want to. In that moment, for as long as I lived, I only wanted Jude to touch me.
