Jude stumbled, his legs constrained by his shorts, but somehow still managed to fall with grace.
He’s so fucking hot.
He scooted back on the bed, kicking his shorts aside. He still wore his Timberland boots. I crawled onto the bed to rectify that, oddly into the prospect of touching his feet. Wow. That was a new one. Perhaps two months of celibacy really had messed with my mind.
Or maybe what I’d seen of Jude’s body so far had given me high expectations. Reasonable expectations, as it turned out. I tossed Jude’s boots over my shoulder, giving zero fucks about where they landed, and peeled away his spotlessly clean socks. Picture perfect feet greeted me, fine-boned and neat. Only a desperate need to have his cock in my mouth distracted me, but I saved the unfamiliar intrigue to revisit later. Maybe. If he stuck around for round two.
“Dude, stop messing with my feet.”
I glanced up. Jude was propped on his elbows, watching me, his handsome face a heady mix of impatience and curiosity.
“Sorry.” I let his foot drop. “I’m enjoying unwrapping you.”
“Do you always talk like a billionaire porn star?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re all rich and shit, and I’ve never had anyone “unwrap” me before.”
“What makes you think I’m rich?”
“I’ve seen your Lexus, man.”
“You’ve seen a Lexus, blood.” I deliberately let my schooled accent drop into the street talk I’d grown up with. The rough slang that would’ve got me nowhere in life if I’d clung onto it like some of my peers. “You don’t got shit says it belongs to me, so don’t be judging mans you know nothing about.”
“Touchy subject?”
“Only if you came here for conversation.”
“I didn’t.”
“Good.” I tugged my jeans down. “Then you won’t mind if I put my dick in your mouth.”
Jude smirked. “I’d say it was unlikely.”
“Right answer.” I walked up the bed on my knees and seized a handful of his still damp hair, tugging and twisting. Testing. “I’m gonna take you at your word, okay? But any time you want to stop, just say the word.”
“Again, unlikely, but thanks.”
The challenge in his gaze returned tenfold. I pressed my dick against his lips, pulling his hair harder as he stubbornly kept me out.
He didn’t blink. I brought my other hand down and tapped his cheek a little too hard to be entirely playful. A shudder ran through him and I knew I’d struck gold. Cute Welsh boy was as kinky as me. What were the chances? Last bloke I’d hooked up with had been dull as rocks. Hardly worth the angst of the morning after Grindr regret.
Jude would be worth it.
Our mutual stand-off came to an end. He opened his soft lips and let my dick ease into his velvet mouth and down his throat. Hot wetness enveloped me. The slide of his tongue, and the scrape of teeth. I pushed all the way in until he made a choking sound that quickened my already racing pulse.
And set off an odd flare in my heart.
I was already gazing at Jude, but I made an effort to focus on his face, beyond his lips. To absorb the tension in his jaw, and his teared-up eyes. Too much. I cupped his chin. “Okay?”
He blinked a couple of times. Drew his head back, and out of my grasp. For a heart-stopping moment, I feared he’d changed his mind. That the searing sensation of his mouth around my cock had been a cruel trick.
Then he winked and sucked in a breath. “Dude, if I’m not okay with something, it won’t happen at all.”
His mouth took me hostage again, swallowing—literally—any response I may have had. And he sucked me down deeper than he had the first time, his nose almost to my groin as he dug his fingers into my hips.
Fuck, it was exquisite.Hewas exquisite, and I couldn’t help the savage moan that tore out of me. Weeks of pent-up frustration rushed to the surface, and the sight of my cock sliding between Jude’s gorgeous lips felt surreal. As though I was looking down on myself indulging in the kind of scene I often dreamed about when it had been too long between hook ups.
