His lips curved into a smirk as he spun me around, his manhood never leaving my center. His arms held me close, and my cock twitched every time he administered long, intentional strokes. With a forceful touch, he grabbed my inner thigh, urging me to welcome him even further.
“I want to watch you come.”
His entire length was inside me, the pleasure radiating out of my every pore. My knee was near my ear, and the warmth of hisbreath was on my cheek. I was captivated by the way his mouth hung slightly open, and his eyes would roll intermittently as he thrust into me.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered.
I whimpered, feeling my legs begin to shake as he pumped harder. I felt my orgasm building to its peak as the pressure mounted inside me. Stretching my leg over his shoulder, Jude’s cock found its place perfectly, and a rush of euphoria pulsed in my core. I struggled to see clearly as a surge of pleasure consumed me as ropes burst from my cock, painting my stomach and chest.
“Oh my God, Vinny.” Jude’s face twisted, and his eyebrows furrowed. He pinched his eyelids closed and let out a series of moans, his face looking as if he found paradise.
Maybe he had.
His cock pulsed inside me, twitching uncontrollably. He released my leg from his grip before entirely collapsing on top of me. His blond hair tickled my chin as his head lay atop my chest, his light chest hair sticky with our aftermath. He hadn’t removed himself from me, and although he wasn’t as strongly erect anymore, I could still feel him.
“I-I’m sorry,” Jude whispered, his breath blowing across my nipples like a gust of wind. “I should’ve made it last longer.”
Threading my fingers through his hair, I put my other hand over his arm. “It was perfect, stop apologizing.” We lay together for a few moments, our breaths completely in sync.
“I just want to be as good as-as-what’s his name?”
A pain pierced my chest just before the sounds of shouting and crashing echoed from the hallway. A terrifying yell ripped through the air, followed by the sickening thud of bodies repeatedly slamming against the outside wall. A loud crash, followed by shouts and the scrambling of feet, echoed down the hallway toward my room, making me strain to hear what wasgoing on. I heard one man say, “apprehend his hands,” while another yelled, “stop fighting or we’ll sedate you.”
The next sound I heard caused my body to freeze. I knew Jude could feel something was wrong the moment my muscles tensed, a cold sweat prickling my skin, and a strangled gasp tore from my chest. From the hallway, a man’s voice, strong and resonant, echoed, each word distinct and clear.
“Where’s Vincent, you fucks? I need to see him! BRING ME TO HIM.”
It was Gabe. He was here.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Istormed through Silvertown Mall, the dirty tiled floors echoing under my feet. A furious fire burned in my eyes, and my skin crawled with an army of unseen bugs. Blind rage consumed me, my head spun, the taste of bile rose in my throat, but I remained determined. I knew I heard Gabe. Where was he? Was he safe? If a single hair on his head was harmed, I swear I’d burn this whole sanctuary to the ground.
“Vinny, slow down!” Jude ran up behind me, grabbing my arm.
Feeling his touch, I slapped it away. “Lemme go!” I spun around, and my voice, amplified by the adrenaline, was far louder than I anticipated. “I don’t have time for you right now. I need to find Gabe.”
“I need you to stop.”
Jude’s grip on my shoulder was like a vise, and he shoved me against the wall. If I weren’t so concerned and angry, this would’ve turned me on. His face was a mask of stone, immobile and emotionless, the muscles of his jaw clenched tight. This is how I knew he meant business. I tried pushing away from him, but he held firm.
“Breathe.” His voice was calm, like the ocean at midnight. “I need you to take a breath.”
He was right. I needed to calm down. There were too many emotions flying around today, and I need to re-focus. This is why I grew feelings for Jude. He was kind and considerate. He cared about me. I took a few deep breaths, feeling the muscles in my shoulders loosen.
“Thank you,” he cooed. “I called for an immediate meeting with my father. I did it for you.” His crystal-clear eyes were full of adornment. “Let’s go to the theatre, he should be waiting for us there.”
Of course he did this for me. Do I deserve someone so nice?
I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a hug. “Thank you,” I breathed into his ear. The strength of his arms squeezed me, and his lips brushed my neck. I laced my fingers through his, the warmth of his hand a comfort as we walked to the room where Arthur awaited.
Ascending the stairs, a wave of people flowed past us, up and down, more than we ever saw before. Even stranger, they were dressed in civilian clothes; this wing was strictly for military personnel.
“They’re displaced,” Jude advised, seeing me lock onto every human that passed. “Since they’re our healers, all medical equipment has been moved to the safety of our old town underground until we can rebuild or at least find them somewhere to live.”
We left the military wing of Silvertown and went down the hallway to the old cinema. Entering the gates, we passed the old popcorn machine and ticket booth, then proceeded down the dimly lit hallway on the faded carpet. Passing numerous doors with imposing numbers, we arrived at number thirteen, which hung slightly ajar.
Standing inside, Arthur stood with his back to us, his fingers clasped together, resting just above his buttocks with his shoulders pushed back. A wide smile stretched across his bearded face as he saw us, his arms extending in greeting. “Jude, Vincent! Thank you for calling this meeting with me.”
