My fist tightens over the blanket, but I obey. He likes to use me as his plaything. Most of his life, people have tried to use and abuse him for his beauty. But that never worked for him. He wants to be the one to take. At least, until the time is right, and he can’t control his needs anymore. Only then does he want me to fuck him into oblivion. But, meanwhile, I can be his plaything all he wants. I crave it.
He pulls the blanket off my body and closes his hand around my cock. Blood rushes through my veins, and electricity sparks under my skin. Jude’s short hair floats above his head, as if caught in an electric storm. I can never hide what he does to me, and he loves that.
He slowly starts to jerk me off, and lubricant pours out of my black tip. His hand makes a wet noise as it goes up and down.
“Do you hear that?” he purrs. “I freaking love it.”
My hands twitch as I fight the urge to tackle him on the bed. His breath tickles my neck, and his erection rubs on my hip.
“I want to try something,” he says.
“What?” I whisper.
“I want to fuck you.”
My head turns too fast to be casual, and my eyes find his. He’s deadly serious, even though there is a wicked smile on his lips. He loves to see me flustered. My cock twitches in response to the offer. The lubricant pours generously and slides down my balls and into my crack.
“Will you let me fuck you, Oliver?” he asks.
How could I say no to that? I’ve been wanting it for weeks. But I’m too afraid to say yes out loud.
All I manage to say is, “My body is yours entirely.”
Jude’s hand tightens around my cock, and his pupils dilate. He pumps me twice, then slides his slippery hand down to my entrance. I spread my legs wider. My heart is hammering against my ribs like a caged bird eager to take flight. He nudges the circle of muscles with the tip of his finger while his left hand encircles my cock once again. He starts jerking me off again as he fingers me. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, and I almost come here and now. Jude gasps as electricity crosses from my skin to his. It doesn’t hurt him. Never again would I let my powers hurt someone I love. But it’s still a part of me. One that he’s not afraid of.
His finger goes deeper, and I wince from the alien sensation. Jude’s face appears above mine. He’s watching me intently. I have to fight the urge to hide my face.
“I love watching you go through all the stages of surrender,” he says.
My pride shudders. After years of being the one in control, it has been trained to give ground to the rest. To lust, happiness, and love. Only when it was done did I realize that pride and ego were my heaviest shackles. They pulled me down and ensured that I stepped over everything and everyone on my way through life.
But only to Jude would I surrender wholly.
The alien sensation is slowly replaced by something incredible. I can’t stop the little moans and gasps from escaping my lips.
Jude looks ravenous as he watches me. He opens his mouth, and his tongue peeks out. A drop of saliva stretches toward me, and I open my own to welcome it. Our kiss is sloppy and urgent. My nerves are on fire. I need him to do something more, now!
“What are you waiting for?” I say between gasps. “Fuck me already…”
The effect on Jude is immediate. He pulls his fingers out and appears between my legs. He swipes a hand in the lubricant, slathers his cock with it, and keeps his eyes on me as he slowly pushes in. My eyes widen, surprised by the feeling. I already feel stretched to the maximum. I’m much bigger than he is. How can he take me daily and not die?
I bite my lip not to cry out.
“Fuck, baby… I can’t stop now…” Jude says between rasps. “If you want me to stop, you’ll have to kick me off.”
The fact that he just called mebabyalmost ends me. Nobody ever called me that. I had no mother, my father was a monster, and the scientists all hated me.
Helios was too scared of me to call me endearing names. And I can’t blame him.
But Jude says it so naturally. With him, everything always seems so easy.
I encircle his back with my legs, making sure that even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to pull out.
“Don’t you dare stop…” I say.
His eyes find mine, and they’re stormy. He pushes deeper, until he’s all the way in. He starts thrusting hard and fast. The discomfort is soon replaced by an earth-shattering pleasure.
My stomach is slick from the lubricant pouring out of my tip. He hits that sweet spot with every hip thrust.
