Why had Gabe and I never done more foreplay? Being intimate with Jude was sensual, whereas looking back, with Gabe, it almost felt…transactional. He’d sink his teeth into me, and we would get right to it before the blood left his cock, but with Jude, everything was different.
His tongue swirled my nipples, and it felt like every nerve in my body was standing on end. My breathing was heavy, and I wanted him to know how much pleasure he was drawing out of me. Confident in his actions, he traced his tongue slowly down my stomach, deftly undoing my pants with his hands.
“What’re you doing?” I didn’t know why I asked this.
He stopped abruptly, a sudden intensity in his gaze. “Do you trust me?”
With a heave, I rose from the straw cradle and bit my lower lip as I gazed at the gorgeous human before me. He was nothing like Gabe, who was shaved clean, impossibly lean, and a mass of rippling muscles. Instead, Jude was a bit wider, his broad shoulders hinting at strength, with a sparse trail of hair that descended his chest before vanishing below his waist. I shimmied out of my pants without a trace of doubt in my mind in this moment. “Yes.”
Witnessing my enthusiasm, his pants slid down to his knees, and what I saw left me speechless. Emerging from his pants was the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. The shaft curved slightly, with prominent veins running along its length, culminating in a glistening, plump tip coated with precum.
His grin widened as he took one last look at me, then planted his face between my thighs. As soon as his warm tongue wrapped around my cock, every nerve in my body stood at attention. The delicate way his throat closed around my manhood slowly helped me to let go of the nervous pressure building inside me. A thrilling anticipation built with each lap, his sudden movements electrifying me with a delightful rush. Jude’s shoulders pressed against my legs, spreading them apart, while his hand firmly gripped my thigh.
My eyes rolled back, and the world swam into a blurry haze as my breath hitched in my throat. Heat built in my body as he gradually devoured more of me until his lips reached the base of my shaft. “Stop,” I moaned, feeling Jude’s fingers clutch my skin before his tongue kissed my stomach once again.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You taste amazing.”
I couldn’t speak. I saw spots invade my vision and disappear almost instantly. Jude looked up at me, his chin wet with a heartwarming smile.
I craved more.
I wiggled my pelvis closer to Jude’s hips, giving him the knowledge it was okay to enter me. His blue eyes gazed downward, an appreciative smirk plastered across his face as he spat in his hand. There was a brief pause before there was a subtle pressure between my legs, his fingers skillfully moving before eventually reaching his mouth.
“Oh fuck.” I whispered with a long, deep breath. I exhaled as he slowly eased into me, savoring the moment.
“Ohfuck,” he breathed, almost as if in agreement.
Each inch of Jude was like an extra layer of pleasure as he buried himself deeper inside me. He lowered his body, his weight pressing heavily against my chest, and his breath softly grazed my neck. We gazed into each other’s eyes as he began thrusting in and out of my hole. The perfectly timed movements, both fast and slow at the same time, were so much different than what I was used to. With Gabe, our sex was quick and rough, but with Jude, it was sensual and passionate. I felt taken care of, like we were connected.
Like I mattered.
“You feel so good,” he breathed and bit his lip, easing his way into me.
I arched my back, a low moan escaping my lips as waves of pleasure washed over me. Jude stiffened his body and began quicker thrusts once I let him know it was okay. I tried to stay quiet, but the feeling was like a wildfire, consuming me and making it impossible to hold back. I never understood when people compared sex to fireworks, but now I do.
It was like he was a match, and my name was dynamite.
As my leg pressed against his shoulder, he pulled me close and wrapped his arm around my neck to enthrall me in a passionate kiss. Our mouths pressed against each other with such ferocity that I thought we might merge.
“Do you like this?”
“I love feeling you inside me.” With every kiss and thrust, his rapid breaths added to the throbbing pleasure in my dick. “But if you keep fucking me like this, I’m gonna come.”
My warning was completely disregarded as his thrusts became deeper and stronger. “Then come for me,” he growled.
Pressure built in my balls like I was ready to explode, and with one more thrust, I couldn’t hold back any longer. An explosion of warm come radiated from deep inside my cock, spreading over my chest and neck.
A spark ignited in Jude’s eyes as his hands clamped down on my hip, the pressure intense enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. His body tensed, muscles coiling like springs, focusing intently.
“Come for me, Jude,” I cooed. “I need you deep inside me.”
A series of perfectly timed breaths, each a silent puff of air from his mouth, preceded a face scrunching up as if he were about to sneeze. A series of moans escaped his mouth and I felt him pulsing inside me, warming my core before collapsing his body on top of mine. The air hung heavy and thick, clinging to our damp skin as he settled into the crook of my shoulder.
My body felt like it had released a lightning bolt, leaving me a shell of a man.
I couldn’t remember the last time this happened.
My legs felt like jelly, but I’ve never felt so whole. Jude looked up at me once more, his eyes soft, offering one last tender kiss before we huddled under the rough burlap sack and fell asleep.
