Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“No, I just mean…you wanted to make sure I’m not with you to try and make myself not want Rush, and I want to make sure you’re not here out of some hero-complex thing you have where you feel like you have to take care of me. I know it’s different for you…Sawyer having Carter now, but I don’t want to take his place.”
He was right in a way. I was used to Sawyer coming to me. I was used to putting him before everything else, and he didn’t need me to do that anymore. But that had nothing to do with why I was with Jude. “Have you been here the whole time you’ve lived in Fever Falls? Yes, that was clunky, but I don’t know how else to say it. Obviously, you’ve been here if you’re here. I’ve wanted you from the start, and it has nothing to do with anything except you. And I sure as shit haven’t spent so much time with you and become friends with you for any other reason than the fact that I like looking at you.” It was a joke, and I hoped like hell he knew that.
Jude grinned, reassuring me that he did. “Just because you like looking at me?”
“I mean, your personality sucks, but the rest of you…”
“Fuck you,” he replied and then—
“Ouch. You motherfucker. You pinched my nipple.” I rubbed my abused chest.
“My personality is better than yours,” he countered.
“I feel like we’re having a playground fight right now, but instead of pulling my hair, you’re pinching me. If you run away afterward, we’re going to have words. Do you want to name-call or have an orgasm?”
Again, I saw him swallow and then…then, fuck if Jude didn’t slide down my body and kneel between my legs, one of his knees on the couch and the other foot on the floor. His fingers shook as he opened my slacks. A part of me wanted to jump in and take the lead, because I liked it but also to make it easier on him, but he was right. I did have a hero complex, and that was something I needed to work on.
He hooked his trembling fingers in my pants and trunks, and I said, “Not sure it’s gonna work that way.”
He nodded, then stood to pull my slacks and underwear down. My dick was already hard as a post again as it bounced against my stomach.
He dropped my clothes on the floor. I pulled my shirt up, spit in my hand, and slowly stroked myself. “Second thoughts?”
“No. Just taking in the view.”
“You gonna give me one too, Boyfriend?”
“You gonna call me that now?”
“Eh, we’ll see.”
Jude rolled his eyes, but a small smile teased those plump lips of his. It was killing me not to jump up and strip him bare, but I wanted him to do it, wanted to give him this moment, because otherwise he would think I was going easy on him when really, I just wanted to rip his clothes off.
He dropped his shirt from his shoulders first, letting it fall to the floor. His fingers still visibly trembled as he worked open his slacks, removing them along with his briefs, and holy fuck, I wanted his dick in my mouth. Precome beaded at the tip. He was long and thick, with dark pubes, and I wanted to devour him.
“Fuck, I gotta taste you.” My head was throbbing, and I could swear my damn vision blurred, I was so damn hungry for him.
I sat up on the couch and tugged him forward until he stood between my legs. With my forefinger, I wiped the precome from his tip and licked it.
“Jesus fuck,” he gritted out as his cock twitched.
“Jesus fuck?”
“Shut up and suck me…please suck me, Cam.”
He definitely didn’t have to ask again. I leaned in, nuzzled his balls, and inhaled his musk, which made my dick even harder.
“Do you know how bad I’ve wanted this? How bad I’ve wanted you? Christ, it killed me not to get on my knees for you that night. I wanted to make you crazy. Wanted to make you come so hard, your brain turned to mush, and now I get to.”
“Oh God, yes,” Jude said breathlessly. His hand tangled in my hair, and I looked up at him, held his eyes with mine as my tongue started at the root of his cock and traveled to the tip. His whole body began to tremble then, but I kept going, licked the salt from his skin and swirled my tongue around his glans, and damned if I wasn’t shaking too.
A wildfire ignited in his stare. “Suck me,” he said again, his voice both pleading and commanding. He held the base of his cock with one hand, his other still in my hair as he angled his cock toward my mouth and nudged my lips.