Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“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.”
“Me too.” I managed the barest attention to the necessary exchange of information before Jude was back at it, bobbing his head up and down, faster now. “Oh fuck. Keep doing that.”
Jude seemed to like the encouragement because he went that much more enthusiastically, sucking harder and milking my shaft with his tongue. Somehow, he figured out how to increase the friction across my cockhead on the upstroke, and a familiar tension gathered in the small of my back.
“Gonna come.” I eked out the smallest of warnings before the orgasm hit.
My hips surged upward, but Jude stayed right with me, drinking down my come with sexy-as-hell audible swallows. I was gonna replay those sounds for years. Instant arousal. Fuck. Everything Jude did got me off like never before. His enthusiasm. His sounds. His firm grip on my hip and my balls.
I wanted the orgasm to last forever, but eventually, the pleasure ebbed. As I came back to bodily awareness, Jude flopped next to me, hand already on his cock. I had every intention of helping, but I got distracted by his eyes fluttering shut as he licked his shiny lower lip. I wanted in on that, so I rolled to my side to kiss him. As soon as our lips touched, Jude came. I swallowed down his groans, and my tired cock pulsed, not enough to get hard again, but definitely taking notice.
“Damn.” I shook my head at him, more than a little impressed. His love of oral was a hell of a turn-on. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Good?” He grinned, knowing damn well it had been way more than good. And his renewed confidence was the best part of the whole thing.
“Awesome.” I grinned right back.
The energy between us was free and easy. I let my head drop onto his chest. After cuddles were definitely new, but as Jude’s arms came around me, I settled in like we’d been doing this for years.
He kissed the top of my head before gesturing at the rumpled bedding surrounding us. “We might need to sleep in the other bed.”
“No objections.” I caught his meaning that he’d like to sleep together as opposed to retreating to our separate spaces. I liked that idea a lot. The mere thought of spending the night pressed against his warm, bare skin was enough to make desire spread across my chest, warm and thick like honey. “Shower first.”
If Jude could voice his wants, I could do the same. I’d spent years schooling myself to never look at others in the locker room and to shower as efficiently as possible. Jude was a chance to finally explore so many parts of myself I’d never met before. And he was a friend, a huge bonus. I glanced at the bedside clock, wishing with everything I had that morning and the real world simply wouldn’t come.