Faceless dreams, though. Not even my imagination could have conjured up a man like Jude.
I drove into his mouth, hands tangled in his thick hair. I’d been keyed up before he’d even arrived, but as he swallowed me, grunting with every thrust, his hard length digging into the back of my thigh, my attraction to him climbed the Richter scale. “You like sucking dick, don’t you?”
Jude rolled his eyes and pushed against me, reclaiming control of the pace as saliva dripped down his chin. Didn’t deny it, though. How could he, when it was clear that he was as wound up as me?
I fucking loved that. Too often with Grindr meets, it took too long for the vibe to warm up. Sex became mechanical, and it was over before I’d figured out if I truly wanted the bloke or not. It wasn’t like that with Jude. Seeing our hook up through was likely the worst idea I’d ever had, but while I was balls deep in his mouth, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Pleasure sizzled in my blood. If we’d had unlimited time, I’d have shot down his throat and returned the favour, but I couldn’t bank on him sticking around for another go if I came too soon.
I pulled out and ripped my jeans all the way down. Everything we needed was set out on the bedside table, and my dick was crying out to be buried inside him, but I wanted to explore him a little more first. I wanted him so hard my damn hands were shaking.
Unwilling to acknowledge the affect he was having on me, I manhandled him onto his front, shoving his face into the mattress as he grunted something I couldn’t catch. He didn’t fight me, though, and I took him at his word that he’d stop me if he wasn’t comfortable. I didn’t know Jude from Adam, but he didn’t seem the type for bullshit.
I nudged his legs apart with my knees, tempted to flip him over and suck his dick, but if there was one thing I loved more than sucking cock, it was burying my tongue in a gorgeous man’s hole. I dug the heel of my hand into Jude’s flawless back. “Still,” I ordered softly.
“If you say so.”
The sweat glistening on his skin and his trembling thighs belied his bland reply. Smirking, I lowered my face and licked him, gently at first, but then harder as his surprised yelp turned into a gravelly, drawn-out moan.Fucking bingo. Not every dude I hooked up with was down with being so intimate, and I didn’t even want them to be. But with Jude, I needed it. So I took it. Held him down and devoured him, until he cried out and slammed his hands on the bed frame.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, man.”
I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Jude was a wreck—sweating and flushed, cursing into the mattress. At some point, he’d risen onto his hands and knees, but his arms were struggling to hold him now.
My dick throbbed. I wanted to fuck him like this, to drive into him and bang him until he forgot his own name, but an instinct I couldn’t quite decipher wanted more than that. I needed to see his face.
I flipped him over. Jude glowered at me, but beyond the hotness of his furious gaze, his fast-moving chest, and swollen lips, all I could see was his cock. It was a fucking stone column, and my body ached for it in ways I’d never felt before.
Startled, I reached out and ghosted my fingertip along it, tracing the veins of satin and steel, shuddering as he moaned and arched his back. Fucking him was easy, familiar, even if I’d never done it before, but the desire sweeping through me now was something else.
“You can ride it if you want.”
I met Jude’s gaze. His scowl had softened, and he was…watching me. “I don’t do that.”
“Why not? It’s the best thing ever when you get the right dick.”
I had no answer for him. Bottoming had never occurred to me. I didn’t want it. Never had.
But I’d never known why. And right now, I didn’t feel like dissecting my closeted bisexual self. I just wanted to fuck.
And suck. Yeah, ‘cos there was no way I could let Jude’s glorious cock pass me by.
I hooked my hands under his knees and yanked him closer, effectively killing the conversation with my mouth on his dick. He squirmed. I started to back off, but he held me in place, strong hands clasped around my head.
Like that, is it? Of course it is. He likes it rough, remember?
How could I forget? I let him fuck my mouth for a while, revelling in his luxurious moans, but it wasn’t long before my need for control won out.
I ripped away from him, panting. “Okay, you’ve had your fun. I’m gonna take you apart now.”
Jude was breathing hard too, his gaze roaming my body before it came back to me, goading and beautiful. “How are you going to take me apart when you’re stuck in your own head?”
“Excuse me?”
He sat up and tapped my temple. “You’re thinking too much.”
“Am I?” Was I? At that point, I was so consumed by the need to fuck him, my ability to think coherently was seriously blunted. “Even if that’s true, what do you care?”
“I don’t. I just didn’t come all this way for a half-arsed fuck.”
