Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
I suck harder on his cock and give him exactly what he wants. More.
When he’s a panting, writhing mess, he pushes up on his elbows. “Fuck me now, TJ. Now.”
Each word is a guttural command. After I wipe my hand on the towel, I reach for the condom.
“Wait,” he says, then meets my gaze.
I don’t see the lust in his eyes. Only vulnerability. Only honesty. “I’ve been tested. Negative. And you know I haven’t been with anyone,” he says, looking up at me with the most open expression I’ve ever seen.
Like my yes is all he’s ever wanted.
Having him bare is all I want tonight.
“Same for me, baby. Same for me.”
Jude turns around on the bed, gets on his hands and knees, and offers me his beautiful body.
I shudder at the sight of his long, lean back, the strong curves of his ass, and most of all, his gorgeous face, watching me over his shoulder as I kneel behind him. I roam my hands reverently over the smooth globes of his ass, ready to worship at the altar of his body.
Fucking Jude is a religious experience. Touching him is unholy ecstasy, especially when he lifts his ass higher. He gropes blindly on the bed for the lube, then shoves it at me.
I coat my cock then smack my lubed dick against his hole.
“Show me how much you missed me in Amsterdam,” he instructs, planting his palms against the mattress.
Fuck Amsterdam. I’ll show him how much I missed him 24/7. “Every day and every night,” I say as I push in.
He groans, and I grunt, our sounds a filthy soundtrack to the dirty sight in front of me—his body swallowing my cock. He takes, and he takes until my dick disappears, and there is nothing better in the world than his tight body welcoming my cock home.
“Yes,” he groans as I sink all the way in.
“Fucking yes,” I mutter, stilling for a moment to just revel in the heat.
Then I move, easing out, driving in. “God, you feel good, baby. So tight for me. So fucking hot for me.”
“And you’re so fucking hard for me,” he praises as we find a rhythm.
There was no other way for this night to unfold. We had to end up in bed. We had to come together. It was just our time.
And I make the most of it, in case it’s our only time. If it is, I want him to savor every second with me. While I thrust deep into him, my hand slides up his back, gripping his shoulder. With my other hand, I smack his ass.
The sound he makes is carnal, so I fuck him harder for several long, mind-bending strokes. As I do, my brain flatlines with pleasure. The room fills with grunts and groans. With growls and whimpers. With the slide of sweat and the filthy slap of flesh against flesh.
Then with his urgent voice. “Like this.”
Jude lifts his chest, letting me know what he wants. I yank him against me, so we’re both on our knees, the mirror a third party to our sex. The reflection gives a triple-X view of two men tangled together, each of us desperately craving this raw, true connection.
I rope an arm around his strong pecs, clasping him tightly, our skin slick. He leans his head back, turning his face to me.
I give Jude everything he asks for.
Hot, hungry kisses. Deep, powerful thrusts. Primal, sweaty connection.
I grab the lube, pour some on my hand. Then, as I fuck him, I jerk his cock. My slick hand flies along his length as he groans and pants.
My thoughts race, and as I drive into him, I’m struck with the utter wildness of the evening. I don’t know how we’ve gone from flirting, to talking, to getting jealous, to spilling out messy emotions, to the kind of passionate sex I’ve only ever had with him.
But I know this—once we strip away the jealousy, we show each other the truth with our bodies.
Like how much I’ve missed him.
How much I regret.
How much I want.
With his pleasure in my hand, I cover his mouth with my lips one more time, kissing him as he erupts, coming all over my fingers and the bed.
And I am done.
My body lights up, fire everywhere, a brilliant blaze as I shove deep into him, releasing inside his body for the first time.
I hope it’s not the last. Especially when he collapses and, a minute later, mutters, “I’ll say it. You fucked me good.”
Smiling, I slump next to him. I kiss his shoulder and try to plot our next steps. I’ve no idea what we’re supposed to do. So I start with a simple suggestion.
15
I AM A FURNACE, HE IS A CAT
TJ
We shower.
We don’t talk, and that works for me. I don’t want to ruin this bubble of sex and intimacy, especially since Jude and I feel like old times under a hot stream of water. Like the moments we had in London before we hurt each other.