Big Guy—clearly the one in charge—flipped her onto her stomach and told her to suck Femme Boy. The close-ups of her deep-throating had them jerking faster. Big Guy straddled her back and caught Femme Boy by the neck—and Jude’s hips jerked off the bed. The men on screen kissed hard, wet, and aggressive.
Gale grunted and rocked into his fist. He silently swore when the camera panned to the woman’s blowjob. Her fake slurping and moaning were beginning to piss him off. Femme Boy moaned like a dream. When Big Guy fisted his hair and cupped his ass, he sounded genuinely surprised and delighted. His eyebrows rose, and he shook when Big Guy shoved a finger in his ass and panted when the kiss broke.
After Femme Boy came down her throat, Big Guy bent Femme Boy across the coffee table and ate his ass expertly. The close-ups gave a mental video image ofHow and What To Doto file for later.
Though the video was disjointed from the various positions and lack of flow, fake and unappealing in some ways, it still did its job.
Jude grunted and bit into his free hand, eyes glued to Femme Boy, who whined and begged for more. When Big Guy filled him with a massive dick, Jude was the one who whined and arched off the headboard.
He was gone. Lost.
Jude let loose a litany of swear words, shakily stroking his cock. His leg kicked out and he dropped his free hand to the mattress, trying to control his reactions.
Gale shoved the laptop to the end of the bed and wrapped an arm around Jude’s waist to haul him back between his legs. He strapped one arm across his chest and put lips to his ear. “Come on, baby.” He gripped a strong shoulder hard as Jude jolted, needing to come, locked in the high of the moment.
Gale wrapped a hand around Jude’s cock and tugged, using his pre-come to smooth the glide. Jude turned his head to bite the curve of Gale’s neck, moaning as if in pain.
Gale held his middle finger to Jude’s mouth. “Get it wet.” Jude was so high he obeyed without hesitation.
When it dropped from his mouth, Jude panting, Gale slipped his hand between them and carefully, slowly circled Jude’s hole.
Nodding his permission, Jude accepted his finger with ease, letting him know the dirty bastard had experience. Hiding his smile in Jude’s hair, he erred on the side of caution and used the tip of his finger to tease in circles, leaving Jude shuddering in his arms.
Within seconds, his cock shot an explosion of come over Gale’s fingers. His cries drowned out the porn, and his teeth latched onto Gale’s neck.
Fuck. He had the answers he needed but may have pushed too far too soon.
While Jude shook, falling from the high, Gale grabbed his aching dick between their bodies and focused on the porn. Big Guy was fucking Femme Boy hard, using his shoulders to pull him onto every thrust. The woman lay beneath, sucking Femme Boy and fucking herself on a dildo.
The combination of the screen, the sounds, and Jude leaning against him, his scent thick and sweet, had Gale gritting his teeth through an orgasm. He came across Jude’s back, painting golden flesh with streaks of white, and wiped his hand on the covers. He stopped the video on a frame of Big Guy coming over Femme Boy’s ass and saved the video to the browser bookmarks.
Gale wrapped Jude in a bear hug and held on as he recovered, leaving Gale shaken from more than the orgasm. He breathed in the heady tang of come and Jude’s unique scent: sage and rosewood, lust lurking beneath the surface.
He buried his nose in Jude’s neck and looked at his hand. He’d had a finger in Jude’s ass. Curious, he slipped the finger into his mouth and closed his eyes, eyebrows arching. Fuck, he tasted like his scent. When his dick made a valiant attempt to rise in approval, Gale decided this was only the beginning.
They were forming a mate bond, and it was time to find out how far that could take them.
Chapter Three
One Week Later
His plan had been simple…and illogical.
Intending to be simply two bros hanging out and jerking off, Gale had misjudged the importance of what they had shared. It seemed Jude had stumbled upon a hidden well of need he’d never explored. When Gale had suspected Jude was repressed sexually and emotionally because of how Vihaan and E’Boolou functioned, he’d never imagined it would be so intense.
Watching Jude lose his inhibitions, surrender his orgasm into Gale’s hands, and trust him to provide care reached a dangerous high, adding another layer to the bond they’d begun building.
That night, Gale had put Jude to bed and let him sleep. The next morning, Jude wouldn’t make eye contact. At breakfast, Rylee announced Eliseo had been injured while tracking a potential exile, and they were advised against leaving the house.
Within twenty-four hours, the storm Jude’s article had predicted came into effect and no one could leave. They hunkered in and grew twitchy as Drew took care of Eliseo and banned visitors from his room. Eventually, Rylee discovered his injuries came from rescuing the exile from a mugging, and the team’s restriction would be lifted once the storm passed.
The storm took its toll as they spent a week alone in the house, doing little more than paperwork, tracking the last of the exiles, or watching mind-numbing TV.
Gale had better ideas. When Jude refused to acknowledge him or look him in the eye, he made the most of the forced proximity.
On day two, he’d given one of the frat brothers the finger at dinner, caught Jude’s eye, and licked the digit from root to tip. The poor guy had rushed to the bathroom—probably for solo playtime.
On day four, he crept up on Jude as he washed dishes in the kitchen and pressed tight against that fine ass. Jude had fumbled the plate, nearly smashing it. Dragging a hand over Jude’s stomach, tugging his T-shirt over his head, Gale had politely informed Jude he was going for a shower, leaving him with the mental image.
