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)
In no time, our jeans are off, then I push down his boxer briefs, and his cock greets me.
My mouth waters.
It’s borderline embarrassing how much I want him. Maybe even a little crazy how attracted I am to this man. But then, I always have been, from the second I met him.
Jude stares at my hard-on. “Get. Your. Boxers. Off.”
I hook my thumbs into my boxer briefs and try to seduce him with a striptease like a guy in total control would. But once my clothes are off, I can’t maintain anything but this pure, true lust. I can’t pretend to be one of my heroes for a second longer.
I can only be me, the guy who wants Jude. The guy who needs Jude. When he returns to the duvet, I crawl over him, straddling him. But he shakes his head. “Get on your back. Now.”
Oh, hello. Commanding Jude is in the house.
With a smile and seven years’ worth of anticipation, I do as he requested. He settles between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. My breath comes in harsh pants, and I don’t even have time to think before his mouth is on me.
“Fuck yes.” He kisses my dick, and it’s pure indulgence. It’s better than any scene I’ve ever written.
I ache everywhere. More, more. I just want more, and he gives it to me, drawing me in, moaning and murmuring against my shaft.
His mouth is heaven, and I don’t want to leave. I slide one hand into his hair. The other coasts between his shoulder blades, pushing him deeper onto me. When he swallows my cock, I tremble from head to toe.
I can’t hold back. “Yes, yes, God, yes,” I groan.
Jude hums around my cock, his eyes locking with mine, looking so fucking filthy and satisfied, like this is all he wanted tonight.
For a few mind-bending minutes, he sucks and licks, and I am lost in the sensations. But when my balls tighten, I stop him, gently tugging him off.
“Together. I want to come together,” I say, and it’s the most honest thing I’ve said to him tonight.
If one weekend is all I get, I want to be close to him in the same way he’s close to me. He pops off, climbs up me, then drags his hand along his cock, squeezing out a drop. When he slides his thumb into my mouth, I unleash a carnal groan, then I crush my lips to his, tasting me on him, tasting him, the flavors of us colliding into a cocktail of lust.
I flip him over.
That’s how he likes it. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I clasp him hard, so we’re chest to chest, cock to cock. Electricity shoots down my spine. He thrusts his hips against me and our dicks rub together. Sex doesn’t always have to be one of us inside the other. This drove him wild, made him come harder than other ways. And so, I love it too, and I surrender to the feel of our bodies reunited.
There’s so much I’m dying to say. So many sentences forming in my head. This is soooo good. We could be so good together.
I can’t give my whole heart away, but we’ve always communicated well in bed. I can give that much. Open that far. “Can we fuck later? Right now, I want to finish like this,” I say, and it feels like serving him a piece of my soul.
Jude shudders, grabs my face. “You know the answer,” he says.
I reach for the lube I left on the nightstand, drizzle some into my palm. I rise on my knees, push his legs open, and grip his dick.
The second I touch him, he arches into my hand. “Yesssss,” he moans, thrusting into my fist.
He’s so sensual, so easy in his body. The way he gives in to pleasure is a thrill to experience. Jude turns his face to the side, bites his lip, and breathes out hard. He stays like that for a minute as I stroke him, savoring the feel of him in my hand again.
Then he pushes up on his elbows. “Get back on me,” he rasps, a sexy order.
I do as I’m told, and it feels so good as we grind and rub. But soon, lust crackles down my spine, my body warning me it’s go time.
I get a hand between us, reach for our dicks. Grasp, stroke, jerk.
He shakes his head. “My turn. I want to finish us off.” Jude swats my hand away, then works us together, his slick hand jerking us in tandem. Lust coils low in my stomach, a tight, hot knot. It gathers speed and intensity till my legs shake.
His hand flies between us. I am a ticking time bomb, and I’m going to detonate any second.
“TJ,” he growls. “I fucking want you so much.”