Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Jude pinched again, a little harder, rolling Shawn’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and watching his reactions carefully. Shawn sucked in a sharp breath, unsure whether he liked the pain. It was hard to decide.
Jude seemed to pick up on his uncertainty and moved in closer, warm breath caressing Shawn’s chest before his tongue made contact.
Shawn definitely liked that. A moan escaped his lips as Jude licked and sucked on a nipple, his mouth hot and wet. Shawn’s cock flexed against fabric, as though yearning to be stroked or sucked.
As if Jude could read his mind, he gradually moved lower. Not as fast as Shawn would have liked, but definitely going in the right direction. His tongue tickled and the slight stubble on his chin scratched as he licked and kissed his way down Shawn’s abs until he reached the bulge in his sweatpants. He licked over the material, open-mouthed, driving Shawn crazy as his warm breath seeped through the fabric. It was so close to what he needed, but not nearly enough.
“Ju—” Shawn caught himself just in time, remembering he couldn’t use Jude’s name. “Come on.” His voice came out sounding whiny, but he was too far gone to feel embarrassed about that.
Jude flicked his gaze up to meet Shawn’s and gave him a mischievous grin. “Getting a bit desperate there, Chris?” He emphasised Shawn’s pseudonym.
“You know I am,” Shawn gasped. “Come on. Suck me.”
Seeming to take pity on him, Jude reached for the waistband of Shawn’s sweats and eased them down. Shawn’s dick sprang free as Jude tucked the fabric below his balls, pushing them up. The air was cool against his overheated skin and his cock jerked, eager for Jude’s mouth. Precome beaded at the tip and spilled over.
Jude licked his lips. “Look at you. Fuck, you’re so hard.”
“Yeah. So are you going to do something about it, or what?” Irritation flared and Shawn’s tone did nothing to hide it.
Jude smirked. “Ask me nicely.”
Shawn growled in frustration. “Please!” It still came out sounding pissy, though. He tried again. “Please, suck my cock.”
Those seemed to be the magic words, because fucking finally Jude lowered his head; his shit-eating grin vanished as he parted his lips and sucked Shawn’s cock into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Shawn hissed, his toes curling with pleasure. He was wound so tight already. If Jude went hard and fast, he’d come embarrassingly quickly.
Jude must have realised that because he paced it perfectly with long, slow strokes in an uneven rhythm. Between bouts of cocksucking, he pulled off and licked Shawn’s balls or pressed ticklish kisses to his stomach, making him curse and writhe in the chair because it felt good but wasn’t what he needed.
Shawn lost track of time as Jude worked him over. It could have been five minutes, ten, or twenty. It was impossible to tell when he was a twitching mess of desire, his body tight with the need to come.
Jude focused his attention on Shawn, ignoring whatever was going on in chat. Shawn almost forgot they had an audience, and it wasn’t until Jude stopped what he was doing completely that he opened his eyes, saw himself on the laptop screen, and remembered they were doing this for show. He was flushed right down from his cheeks to his chest, and his ribcage lifted with every breath.
“Don’t stop!” Shawn strained against the ties on his wrists, lifting his hips and tensing his muscles.
“I think it’s time to try something new.” Jude tugged on the waistband of Shawn’s sweats. “Lift up.”
Shawn raised himself just enough that Jude could slide them down and off.
Jude put his hands on Shawn’s thighs and pushed them a little farther apart; then he gripped Shawn’s hips and pulled so his arse was resting on the edge of the chair. “That’s better.” Jude put his forefinger in his mouth and sucked it until it was wet and shiny.
Shawn’s heart surged, panicky and desperate as he realised what Jude was about to do.
“Can I?” Jude held his gaze, his expression serious once more.
Shawn nodded. His voice cracked as he replied. “Yeah. Do it.”
Jude stroked Shawn’s cock with his other hand as he slid the wet finger back behind Shawn’s balls to rub over his hole. Shawn was so sensitive there; nerve endings lit up as Jude circled his finger and Shawn gasped. Pinned between the grip of Jude’s hand on his dick and the pressure of his finger below, he had nowhere to go.
“Relax. Let me in.” Jude’s voice was calm and sure.
Shawn’s body responded without him making a conscious decision. His tight muscles gave and the tip of Jude’s finger slipped inside, strange and wonderful all at once. He squirmed, squeezing around it and gasping at the weird feeling.
“You okay?” Jude just let his finger sit there. He didn’t try and move it or push in deeper; his other hand was still on Shawn’s cock, stroking him, grounding him, keeping him hard.