“Yeah, I picked up on that, big fella.” He sounds amused as he spreads his muscular thighs wider. “For the record, I’m not complaining.”
I smile and grab the bottle of lube from the bedside table. “I think I can handle the lube this time. I’m not as nervous.”
“I love a quick learner,” he murmurs, stroking himself slowly.
My heart races as I slick my fingers with the lube. I gently slide two fingers down between his asscheeks, and he moans as I press my slick fingers against his puckered hole. He gasps as they slip in, arching his back as I work him open, stretching him with two fingers, then three.
I finger him and torture him until he’s squirming on the bed, pleading for release. Then I torture him some more, sucking on his nipples as I finger fuck him. By the time I’m ready to take him, he’s a sweaty, weak mess, trembling on the bed.
“I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me,” he groans, holding his knees open. “Come on, Liam, fuck me.”
“Patience, little one.” I smirk, pulling my fingers out and lining up my cock with his entrance.
“Patience, my ass,” he grumbles.
“And what a nice ass it is,” I say, pressing my dick against his hole. I slowly thrust into him, burying myself in his warm, clutching heat. He cries out, his nails digging into my biceps, and I groan, the tightness of him overwhelming me. Fuck, he feels incredible, hot, slick, and tight, his body gripping my dick like he was made for me.
He was.
I start to move, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that has us both sweating and panting. His ass clenches around me with every stroke, and I lean down, catching his lips in a kiss. I pound into him, loving how sturdy he is and how I don’t have to be too gentle.
“You feel so damn good,” I growl against his mouth, my hips stuttering as I get closer and closer to the edge. “I love you, Jude.”
He moans, his hand dropping to his own cock, stroking himself in time with my thrusts. “Liam,” he whimpers, his voice breaking. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
“No way.” I stare into his beautiful eyes, studying every inch of his face. His lashes are so thick and dark, his lips full and ripe.I love the way they part as his orgasm nears, little needy pants escaping his mouth.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah,” he mumbles, eyes rolling up in his head.
Then he’s coming, giving a low, guttural moan, his cum spurting out in thick ropes between our heaving bodies. Watching him unravel is all it takes to push me over the edge. I bury myself deep inside him one last time, my cock pulsing as I spill my load into him, filling him up until I’m empty. I collapse on top of him, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. Our mouths find each other, and we share warm breaths as we both come down from our orgasmic high.
“Damn, Jude,” I murmur against his lips, my cock still twitching inside him. “You’re fucking perfect for me.”
He smiles, slipping his arms around my neck. “That was a nice way to wake up.”
I grin and slowly pull out of him, carefully settling beside him on the bed. We wipe off with tissues from the nightstand, and then hold each other, watching the morning light play on the ceiling.
“What would you like for breakfast today?” I ask. “I’m thinking either French toast or ham and cheese omelets.”
He glances at the clock beside the bed. “Do we have time for either?”
“We should. I usually have time to make breakfast for us.”
He laughs. “We don’t usually have sex in the morning. At least…” He gives me a dirty look. “I don’t.”
I grimace. “To be honest, since you came to town, that wasn’t a thing for me and Kara anymore.”
“Sure it wasn’t.” He rolls his eyes, and slips out of the bed.
“I’m serious.” I watch him go toward the master bath, admiring his firm asscheeks and sinewy thighs. I’m not that surprised when my cock stirs at the sight of him. Jude gets to me in a way no one else ever has.
He shuts the bathroom door without a word. I don’t really blame him if thinking about me sleeping with Kara bothers him. It must have been torture for him on the nights she slept over. If our positions had been reversed, and that had been Ben spending the night, I think Ben might have had a mysterious fall down the stairs.
I hear the shower start and I get up and pull on my underwear. Then I hurry downstairs to fix us a quick but delicious French toast breakfast. By the time Jude comes down, I’ve eaten mine, and I run up to shower while he slams his food.
As we leave the house, I say, “Let’s ride to work together.”
He glances over, surprised. “Really?”
