“Yes…”
The smell of his arousal in the air is unmistakable.
“And I like having you at my feet,” he says. “What does that make us?”
“Two horny fools.”
He laughs. Then he watches me for a moment and adds, “You jumped in the lake after me.”
It’s not a question.
I shiver as his fingers slide along my scalp. “I did.”
“Why?”
“You don’t want to know why.”
“Oh, but I do,” he says. “I really do.”
I grab his legs and bury my face between his thighs. I don’t want to have this delicate talk right now. I’d rather just ignore it as long as I can and just live in the present. I was supposed to die a few weeks ago at the hands of my ex-lover’s new monster. My underground city burned. I have nothing left but the clothes on my back—an ugly Hawaiian shirt at that—and yet, I haven’t felt so alive in years.
I breathe in, filling my lungs with Jude’s smell. Mercifully, he has dropped the subject. He’s too distracted by the proximity of my face to his groin.
“Oliver…” he says.
I look up. “I love when you say my name.”
He smiles. “Such a simple name for a powerful mutant.”
“They just chose the first name starting with O that came to their minds,” I say.
“Ah, yes, you said that. Lazy fuckers. They could have chosen something like Odin. Octavius, Otto, Oberon…”
I chuckle. “Thank the gods, I’m not an Otto.”
“Alright. Oliver…” he says, pulling at my hair.
I nudge his groin again with my face, and I find him hard. I growl deep in my throat.
“Will you let me touch you, master?” I ask in a teasing tone. I’m trying to hide the fact that I’m terrified he’ll just refuse me now.
“Yes,” he says. “As a matter of fact, I order you to touch me now. Don’t make me get the gun.”
I would laugh if I wasn’t drowning in my desire for him. My hands reach for the elastic band of his pants and pull them down slowly. His erection springs out. I would be lying if I said I haven’t been wanting to get close and personal with his cock since that first night when he jerked off on top of me.
“I’ve wanted to taste you since that night atGears and Giggles,” I say.
There’s no point in withholding that information. I’ve long given up on my pride as far as it concerns him.
Jude’s voice sounds rough as he says, “Oh, yeah? You should have asked.”
We both know it wasn’t that simple, so I keep quiet.
I lick his cock from base to tip, and he bucks. I get a hold of his ass to keep him in check as I swallow him entirely. He gets a little excited and starts to thrust into my mouth. My eyes water as he hits the back of my throat. I’ve never let anyone do that to me. Blowjobs? Yes. But I’m usually the one staying in control. But somehow, control is so easy to let go of when it’s Jude.
And I realize that Helios, with his kindness and sweet temperament, was the worst thing that could happen to me. With someone like him, I became the worst version of myself. An abuser. A dictator left unchecked. Of course, it wasn’t his fault. I’m just fucked up. And he paid the price.
I deserved everything that happened to me in recent weeks. And yet, I feel blessed as Jude fucks my face. Life is unfair. And I’ll take it, nonetheless.
