“Everything.” This man and his questions were going to be the death of me.
“Carson.” He shot me a pointed look.
“I’m serious.” I met him stare for stare. “Not much I won’t try with you.”
“You’re no help.” He laughed before his tone turned serious again. “I want to please you. That’s kind of my thing. I like giving you what you want.”
Seeing as how I wanted everything, including things I had yet to consider, I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I kissed him instead, a swift press of my mouth intended to reassure him.
“I wanna please you too,” I said against his lips before kissing him again. “What else is your thing?”
Jude broke away, eyes narrowing like he was thinking hard. Perhaps he was more used to being the question asker. Tough. I might not know exactly what I wanted, but I sure wanted to give Jude maximum pleasure.
“Everything.” Jude chuckled. I raised an eyebrow, daring him to go on. “Okay, okay, some things more than others. Oral. Rubbing off. Most folks seem to want me to top.”
“You like that?” I didn’t want to be “most folks” to Jude. I wanted to be spectacular. Memorable. Special.
“Yeah. I can be versatile in that department as well.” Jude sounded rather nonchalant about fucking, which I filed away for later. “Giving oral might be my favorite, but I like lots of things.”
“Then trust me to like lots.” I held his gaze. Maybe that was what I wanted most—his trust. I wanted him to trust that I wanted to be here, that I wasn’t going anywhere, and that my inexperience wasn’t a barrier.
“I’ll try.” Jude stroked my shoulder, meandering down my arm to rest on my hip. “I don’t want this to change anything between us.”
Ah. There it was, his real concern. Seeing as I was equally invested in things not being weird in the morning, I nodded, hoping my expression was at least moderately reassuring.
“Doesn’t have to.” I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Couple of friends.” Another kiss that was definitely more than friendly, calling my words into question. I tried again. “No one’s business what we do.”
That was the more important point. We could be whatever we wanted in private. And ideally, we could continue on as friends both in and out of the bedroom. We’d both had friendships go off the rails after orgasms, but I was determined not to lose Jude.
“I suppose you’re right.” Jude kissed me back, mouth softer now, like he’d reached some internal decision that he could stop fretting.
“Usually am.” I danced my fingers down his chest before nudging his belly with my erection.
“Damn.” Jude glanced down at my revived cock. “Are you already gunning to go again?”
“Could.” I grinned at him. The playful vibe sprouting out of the awkward talk made my chest feel light and airy. “Might get you to stop thinking.”
“True.” Jude winked at me before slithering lower on the bed to be even with my groin. He pushed me onto my back before I could even register what was happening. Moving between my legs, he gave me a devilish smile, which was almost as welcome as whatever he had planned. Jude, free and easy, made my back relax into the mattress as he pressed a kiss to my hipbone.
“Probably taste like come,” I warned. There was only so much a dry towel could do on cleanup duty.
“This is me not caring.” Jude dropped a series of kisses from my hip to the base of my cock. If he didn’t mind, then I wasn’t going to either. The taste of spunk could ramp me up something powerful. If Jude were similar, we would get along extra well.
Jude licked a narrow stripe up the shaft of my cock, swiping his tongue across the head before sliding back down the other side. This sort of teasing was a far cry from my admittedly few other experiences with receiving oral. Efficient and sloppy were probably the best ways to sum up those forgettable encounters. Jude, on the other hand, was the direct opposite, taking his time to play. He blew a warm breath across my tip before dishing out more featherlight licks, waiting until I was gasping and rocking upward to take me fully into his mouth.
I wasn’t particularly huge, so I wasn’t surprised that he could slide all the way down, but his suction power and tongue action damn near stole the rest of my breath away.
“Fuck. You’re good.”
“Told you.” He paused long enough to beam up at me, as content as I’d seen him. “I love doing this.”
“Not gonna stop you.” My chuckle died as soon as he took me back in his mouth.
Given that I’d come a short while earlier, I’d figured to relax into the experience, let it slowly build. Jude, however, was having none of that. He was too damn good, finding a steady, devastating rhythm that married hard suction with soft tongue. He got his hand involved as well as he fondled my balls.
“Damn.” I half laughed, half groaned. I hadn’t been this quick on the trigger in a decade. “Close already.”
“Excellent.” Jude waggled his eyebrows at me, delight evident in his expression. “And yes, I swallow. Might as well mention I’m tested and such.”
