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)
“You were so good for me,” Jude said when he broke the kiss. “Such a good little cocksucker.”
His words sent a jolt of heat to Shawn’s dick. It throbbed and ached. “Please,” he begged, “fuck me.”
“Soon. Get on the bed for me.”
Shawn scrambled to comply, lying down on his back.
“No, on your hands and knees.”
He turned over, kneeling and facing the headboard. Jude went to the drawer by the bed and rummaged around to get something, and then walked to the foot of the bed where Shawn could no longer see him. He heard the clink of Jude’s belt buckle and the rustle of clothing. He looked over his shoulder to see Jude naked, a hand holding his cock as he stared at Shawn like he was the best thing he had ever seen.
“Shawn,”—Jude’s voice was tight and breathless—“God.”
He didn’t seem capable of elaborating, but Shawn assumed it was all good. He let his head drop, breathing hard and waiting for whatever Jude was going to give him.
Waiting till Jude was ready.
After what felt like forever, the mattress dipped as Jude joined him on the bed. Warm hands slid over Shawn’s hips and back, and Jude’s cock poked Shawn’s balls. Jude covered Shawn’s body with his own and pressed kisses up his spine, across his shoulders, and back down until his breath was hot in the crack of Shawn’s arse. “Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yes.” The word came out embarrassingly breathy and high-pitched.
And then Jude gripped Shawn’s arse and opened him up. Shawn had a moment of self-consciousness—Thank fuck I showered earlier—but then Jude’s mouth was on him and all coherent thoughts were driven from his brain. The touch of Jude’s tongue as he licked over Shawn’s hole was almost too much, yet not enough at the same time. The warm, wet tickle of it drove Shawn crazy, but had him begging for more, the words torn out of him almost without him choosing to say them. “Fuck, Jude. Fuck. I need more…. Please.” His cock jerked beneath him in empty space, desperate for touch.
Jude’s chuckle was muffled as he carried on, making Shawn curse again and curl his fingers into the sheets.
Finally, Jude stopped. As he drew back, the air was cool on Shawn’s wet arse.
Shawn waited, exposed and vulnerable. He existed for Jude. Nothing else mattered in that moment. He’d take what Jude would give him, and he’d be grateful.
“You look amazing,” Jude said softly. “So hot, waiting for me to fuck you.”
Shawn made a small desperate sound. Words had become too hard to form.
He heard movement and the tear of a condom wrapper, followed shortly after by the click of a bottle cap. He waited, trying to calm his breathing. His heart was a frantic beat, keyed up with anticipation and a resurgence of nerves.
But instead of the nudge of Jude’s cock that he was expecting, fingers pressed at his hole; the tip of one slid in easily and Jude pushed in a second alongside it.
“Come on, baby. Let me in.” His voice was husky and soothing. It made Shawn want to be good for him. “That’s it. Breathe.”
Shawn hadn’t even noticed that he’d stopped. He let his breath out slowly and with it, his body relaxed. Jude took advantage of that and pressed his fingers home in a careful slide. Shawn gasped as Jude found his prostate and rubbed it, easing in and out in small motions as Shawn’s body adjusted more. Gradually Jude changed to longer, more insistent thrusts. Shawn moaned, rocking back to meet the movements. He wondered if he could come just from this, and what a prostate orgasm would feel like if he could. Maybe he’d get to find out.
“Is that good?”
Jude’s self-control was impressive—he’d been hard since they started this.
“Yeah,” Shawn managed. He wanted to ask for Jude’s cock, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything apart from the perfect, stretching slide of Jude’s fingers stroking him higher and higher. His own fingers itched to reach for his erection, but one touch might be enough to tip him over the edge.
“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you,” Jude said, his control finally slipping. “Fuck, Shawn. You’re so tight and hot inside. It’s gonna feel so good.”
“Yes,” Shawn panted. “Need you… please… fuck me!”
Jude slipped his fingers free, leaving Shawn clenching on nothing, but he soon replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. “Here you go. Gonna give it to you.” He pressed, and then groaned as he slid a little way inside.
Shawn tensed at the burning stretch. It felt like so much more than Jude’s fingers, but when he realised Jude had paused and was waiting, he slowly relaxed again. Breathing deeply, he let his head drop. Looking down he saw his poor neglected cock, flushed and leaking precome; he was still hard, despite the discomfort. He took a few more breaths, and gradually the edge of pain dissipated and he could focus on the good feeling of fullness.