After we were both naked, he returned to more of those starving kisses, drinking down my moans as his hand found my cock. I didn’t have quite his pocket rocket, but Jude didn’t seem to care as he wrapped his fist around me with an approving growl. His touch felt damn good, and he wasn’t the only one at risk of coming quickly.
I reached for his cock again, but our arms kept jostling each other. Stopping kissing was the obvious solution, but that wasn’t happening, not when the kissing was so damn good. I could make the tangle of limbs work. I used what little space I had to start an easy rhythm, but Jude made a frustrated noise.
“Come here.” Rolling onto his back, he pulled me on top of him.
“Oh.” I made a startled sound.Skin indeed.I’d never had so much of it pressed against mine. The sheer pleasure of it, all his warmth and fuzzy parts rubbing up on me, made my pulse pound and my head swim.
“Good oh?” Jude tilted his head, considering. Couldn’t have him thinking again. I gave him the most decisive of kisses.
“Fantastic.” I shifted against him for the sheer enjoyment of his chest hair, finding every last nerve ending along my torso. He groaned, so I did it again, wiggling more deliberately. He encouraged my movements with a hand on my back, rewardingme with deeper kisses that made my toes curl against his legs. My hands dug into his shoulders. My cock kept nudging his, a glancing contact that made us both moan and arch. Coming this way wasn’t at all out of the question for me.
And then Jude went and upped that probability by working a hand between us. Apparently, the incidental contact wasn’t enough for him because he took a firm hold of both of our cocks.
“Oh wow.” This time, my pleasure was unmistakable as a shudder raced through me. Our cocks in his big hand, pressed snuggly together, but somehow both fitting. I shivered again at the sheer eroticism of the action. I pushed onto my knees to give him more room to stroke us. I glanced down to watch him work, and a massive spurt of precome escaped my cock. Wasn’t quite enough lube, though, for the amount of friction Jude was doling out, so I grabbed his hand and licked his palm, tickling the base of his fingers. Jude groaned at the contact as if I’d licked his cock, so I teased some more.
“Here.” I got his hand nice and wet with my spit before returning it to our cocks.
“That’s even better.” He grinned up at me as he resumed stroking.
“Yeah.” I gave a happy moan. Between my leaky faucet of a cock and the spit, our cocks slid easily through his fist. He knew exactly how to work us too. Especially the way he used his thumb up top and a tighter grip toward the bottom. Didn’t take long before my thighs tightened and my spine tingled. “Close.”
“Me too. Keep kissing me,” he demanded in a harsh whisper.
“Gladly.” Like I could stop now. I put my all into the kiss, bending forward to kiss him deeply, letting his tongue own my mouth. I sucked on his tongue, playing with it like it were a dick, intending to edge him closer. However, the feel of him in my mouth, coupled with the magic of his hand, had me right there in record time. “Oh fuck.”
I didn’t have more warning than that as my orgasm swept over me. I moaned and shook as I came all over his fist. Felt like an IED had detonated deep inside me, shock waves spreading out, one after another. Jude sped up his strokes, using my come to ease the way, which was enough to tease one last spurt from me.
“Come on.” I rubbed his arms, urging him to join me.
“Yes.” Jude grunted, a low, primal sound as he followed my order almost to the instant, bucking upward as he too came.
I grinned down at him, feeling like I’d won a gold medal even though he’d done most of the work. He grinned back, an excellent sign that he wasn’t about to be smacked with post-orgasm regret.
“Damn.” His gaze moved to his come-covered hand. I wasn’t sure whether he was impressed or grossed out, so I hopped off him to fetch a towel from the bathroom.
“Damn, that was amazing.” I tossed him the towel after cleaning off my stomach. I took a chance on stretching back out next to him. Not to cuddle per se, but this was technically my bed, so he could deal with the inevitable cleanup awkwardness.
“Yeah?” Jude pushed himself up on his elbow so he could peer down at me, concern darkening his gaze.
“Yeah.” Making my tone firm, I rolled my eyes at him. And here I’d been worried he was the one with regrets. “Chill. Not gonna run.”
“I know.” Jude’s lengthy exhale said he hadn’t known shit. He ran a tentative hand down my arm. “It’s more that I don’t want to do something you don’t like.”
That earned him another eye roll. “Only way to find out is to try.”
Despite Jude’s concern, I was still in post-orgasmic bliss, and my relaxed muscles seemed to have also relaxed my brain-to-speech pathway. I offered him another grin.
“Point taken.” He gave me the smallest of smiles in return. “I’m probably being ridiculous.”
“Probably.” My voice was terry-cloth dry. “Not. Gonna. Run.”
“Good. That mean you’d be down with a repeat sometime?” His tone was cautiously hopeful.
“Give me ten.” I chuckled.
Since he’d been the one to mention doing this again, I rolled toward him so I could stroke his chest, show him how very open I was to more fooling around.
“Okay.” Apparently suitably appeased, he arched into my touch with a pleased groan. “Do you have any sort of wish list beyond jerking off?”
