Twenty

Twenty

Max

“Guys.” I interrupt Lacey and Gary arguing about which breed of dog is the cutest in the world, and they look up at me from their spots on the couch. Juan’s in my bedroom on the phone, but I don’t want to wait for him.

“This is Jude,” I say.

A sly smile curves Gary’s lips because he thinks anything to do with sex is hilarious because he’s emotionally twelve. But Lacey’s eyes light up, and she rises from the couch to grab Jude’s hand.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” she says, smiling brightly. “Come sit down.”

Jude gives me a glance, like he’s checking my permission, so I give him a nod. He follows Lacey to the couch, and she has him sit between her and Gary. I move to the loveseat, but I wish I were sitting next to Jude. Though maybe it’s a good thing I’m not. I feel like I’d be happy if I never had to stop touching him again.

“Max told us you’re from out of town,” Lacey says. “Where’re you from?”

“Here,” Jude answers. His voice is soft. “I was born in Brooklyn and lived here until I was about sixteen. I’ve sort of been traveling ever since.”

“How come?” Gary asks.

Jude glances at me again, and I feel a little bad about asking him to stay. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable, but as soon as I saw him at the door, it was like I couldn’t let him leave again. I just like being around him.

“Just wanted to see the rest of the country, I guess,” Jude replies. There’s a bit of a lie in his voice, but I think I’m the only one who hears it.

“Max also tells us that you two have been sleeping together,” Gary says. “So what are your intentions for our friend?”

“Gary,” I snap, my face heating.

“Don’t be an ass,” Lacey says with a scowl in Gary’s direction.

“I wasn’t being an ass. I was asking questions, getting to know him.”

I expect Jude to give an embarrassed laugh, or maybe even get up and leave. But he surprises me by saying, “I think Max is really the only one who needs to know my intentions. And I showed him what they were. In his bedroom, bathroom, and office.”

The heat in my face doubles, but I can’t really blame him for the answer since Gary’s the one who brought it up. But still. They don’t need to know that.

My bedroom door opens before Gary can respond, and Juan steps out, tucking his phone into his back pocket.

“This is Jude,” I say before anyone else can. “Jude, this is Juan.”

Jude gives him an easy smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Juan says as the doorbell rings.

“I got it.” Jude stands before I can and heads out into the hallway.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, Lacey says, “He’s adorable.”

“I like him,” Gary adds. “He has a good sense of humor. And obviously not easy to run off.”

“Yeah, thanks for that.”

“Yeah…your office? Really? I’ve eaten in there before,” Gary says.

I do my best not to remember the other night in my office, when Jude ate me out on the desk. It’s almost scary how quickly he can make me feel so fucking good.

“That’s none of your business,” I say and stand. “I’m gonna go get some more drinks.”

Lacey and Gary lapse back into conversation as I head to the kitchen for some beers. It’s so rare for them all to have the night off at the same time, and I’m excited they’re here. At the same time, I kind of want to push them all out so I can have Jude alone again.

When he comes back into the apartment with two pizza boxes, he brings them to me. I reach for my wallet, but he stops me with his free hand on my arm.

“No, I’ve got it,” he says. “I’m trying out that thing you told me about. You know, doing something nice for the guy you’re seeing.”

I can’t stop the smile that fights its way to my lips. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He sets the pizza boxes on the counter and moves closer to me, crowding me further back, out of view of my friends in the living room. Then he puts his hands on my waist and presses his body against mine.

His touch is nothing short of intoxicating. Just from the proximity alone, my legs feel weak. I could kiss him all day and never tire of his lips.

He smiles a little, lifting one hand to trace his index finger down my cheek. “You’re really cute. Anyone ever tell you that?”

I swallow and shake my head, even though I can’t remember if it’s true or not.

Jude traces my mouth before raising an eyebrow, asking me a silent question. In answer, I part my lips enough for him to slide two fingers into my mouth.

I suck on them gently, my face heating as I think about one of the others come into the kitchen and seeing this. But it’s not like it’s even really that bad. Except that just this alone is making me rock hard. I’m aching for Jude to turn me around and fuck me. Or to put me up on the counter and fuck me. Hell, he could even push me down on the floor and fuck me. I’d let him do it however he wanted.

A small moan escapes around his fingers, and Jude’s smile darkens.

“Shh,” he whispers. “You don’t want them to hear you.”

He slides a third finger into my mouth, and I suck harder, watching his eyes fill with heat and lust. I want him so bad, it’s like a physical ache. If he would just—

He pulls away abruptly, grabbing a dishrag to dry his hand on before calling to the living room, “I’m coming with the pizza.”

I put a hand on the counter to steady myself. “Jude.”

“What?” He glances at me, his gaze dropping to the front of my jeans. “Is there a problem?”

“You’re killing me.”

He smiles. “You might want to excuse yourself to take care of that.”

I laugh a little. “No, I just need a second.”

He studies my face for a second before saying, “I want you to go jerk yourself off.”

“What?” Even though I definitely heard what he said, I feel like I must be mistaken.

“Where the hell’s the pizza?” Gary calls from the living room.

“It’s coming,” Jude yells back without taking his eyes off me. Then he lowers his voice. “Tell them you have to make a quick call, go into your bedroom, and jerk yourself off.”

I stare at him, my face heating as blood shoots into my cock. Before Jude, I hadn’t been with anyone in two years, so I’m no stranger to my own hand. But I’ve never done it with someone else in the apartment with me. It feels so…

Jude’s watching me, the challenge lighting his eyes. “You gonna do it?”

Heart somewhere in my throat, I nod once.

He clicks his tongue. “I’m gonna have to spank you later for not using your words. We talked about that.”

My dick throbs with the promise of it. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

He nods in approval. “Then go.”

He washes his hands, grabs a case of beers from the fridge and the pizza boxes, then takes it all into the living room.

The others cheer, but I barely hear it over the roaring blood in my ears. I’m going to do this.

I take a breath to collect myself, pull my phone from my pocket and turn the screen to my messages.

When I reach the living room, the other barely look up from a video Gary’s playing on his phone. “I’ll be out in just a second. Rowan called about something at the bar.”

“Don’t take too long,” Gary says without looking up. “Jude’s hot enough that we’re liable to start an orgy in here.”

Jude glances up to meet my eyes for half a second before looking away again.

I go into my room and shut the door behind me. Then I lock it just in case. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I should just calm down for a minute, then go back out there. But Jude’s seen me post-orgasm like eight times by now. He’d know I didn’t do it. And the idea of disappointing him doesn’t sit well with me.

That, and I can’t imagine going out there and hanging out with my friends for another two hours trying to hide a hard-on every time Jude so much as looks at me.

Before I’ve even fully comprehended what I’m doing, I unzip and free my aching cock. Precum is already dripping from the tip, and I wrap my hand around my shaft, working myself quickly. Blood’s pounding in my ears, heating my face.

I think of Jude eating me out yesterday, sucking on my dick until I came so hard, I saw stars. I think of his threat of spanking me later. What the fuck am I letting him do to me?

The base of my spine tingles and I just barely manage to cut off a shout as I come, spilling into my hand.

I lean against the wall, one hand on my dresser, scrabbling for a tissue to clean myself up with. I need to get back out there.

No, what I really need Jude to get in here and follow through on his promise.

***

It’s kind of torturous when I come back and sit on the loveseat like nothing happened. I’m sure Jude can recognize the pink in my cheeks. The light in my eyes.

Fortunately, my friends are a great distraction. They’re so warm and welcoming to Jude, and it’s obvious they like him from the look in their eyes.

Still, I’m relieved when the last one’s out the door, and I’m locking it behind them. I’ve barely turned to Jude when he points to the bedroom. “In there. Now. Clothes off.”

When I obey, he follows slowly and stands in the doorway, watching as I strip my clothes off and grab a condom from the side table.

“You know we have to do something before that,” Jude says, nodding at the condom.

My chest heaves, my skin pink and warm. “What?”

“You keep forgetting to use words.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t really mean that, did you?” Intrigue tickles me at the realization that he was being serious. He’s swatted me a few times, but it’s obvious from the look in his eyes that it’s going to be different this time. More.

“I need to know your color on that.”

“Green.” I swallow. “It’s fucking green.”

“Good. Now put your hands on the mattress. Bend over.”

I do what he says, anticipation tingling in my stomach.

Jude runs a hand gently from my shoulder down my spine, drawing a shiver out of me. He caresses the curve of my ass, then gives it a firm squeeze. When he releases me and pulls his arm back, I brace.

Jude’s hand comes down hard on my left cheek, and I suck in a breath through my teeth. It hurts more than I thought it would, but it also sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve pushed back into his hand, seeking more.

Jude hits me again, even harder than before. I’ve barely taken another breath before he hits me two more times, and now my ass is throbbing. But it feels so fucking good that a part of me never wants him to stop.

He pauses, running a finger up my crack to dip into my hole.

I moan and clench hard around it, needing it deeper. But he pulls it back out just as quickly and hits me another five times. The smacks are so loud, like they’re vibrating in the room.

I cry out on the last one, the pain reaching what has to be the maximum.

“Color?” Jude asks.

“Green.” I’m panting and sweating. My cock is leaking, begging to be touched.

“Is that so hard?” Jude asks softly. “To use words?”

“No. It’s not. Please…”

“Please what?” Jude asks, skimming his fingers along my ass, making the hot skin burn even deeper.

“Touch me.” It comes out as a whisper.

“You think you’ve been punished enough?”

“I’ll use words from now on, I swear. Please, Jude. I need you to touch me.” I need to come so bad, I almost feel like crying. I press my ass back, and his hand stays firmly in place, making my skin throb again.

I hiss at the contact. It feels amazing. Raw and delicious.

“You probably need some lotion first,” Jude says, his voice slightly teasing. “You’re so red back here.”

“I don’t need lotion. I just need you inside me. Please.”

Jude shifts, and then I feel his lips against my ass, kissing my stinging skin. “All right, Max. Hold on.”

I take a deep breath, trying to regain control of my senses, but all I can see, hear, feel is Jude. My whole world has narrowed to this one point, and I want him so badly, I’m about to start begging.

He reaches around me to grab the condom I tossed on the bed, and I hear him unzip.

I expect him to pound into me, but instead, he turns me gently around so we’re face to face. His eyes are still lit with lust, but there’s a tenderness there now that I think I could fall in love with.

“Lie back,” he orders softly.

I do what he says and almost whimper when my ass comes in contact with my bed comforter. He was right; I needed lotion.

But I can’t think about that now because Jude’s sliding a lube-slicked finger into my hole and working me open.

“I don’t need that,” I says, breathless. “I just need you. Please.”

“Okay.” Doubt crosses his face, but he moves closer and slides his dick into me, inch by incredible inch.

I groan as he stretches me, as he bottoms out and presses against my throbbing ass. Then I grab onto his shoulders as he starts to thrust. There’s something that feels so dirty about getting fucked while I’m completely naked and he still has all his clothes on. Like he’s showing me just how in charge of me he is.

And the thought makes me need to come so bad that I gasp.

Jude’s hips stutter a little, and I know he wants words, but I don’t have any right now. I just pull him closer, needing him to keep going.

He slides a hand up my chest, to the back of my neck, then leans down and presses his forehead to mine. His eyelashes are so dark against his pale skin, and he looks beautiful. Like a painting come to life.

I tilt my head and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth as he thrusts deep into me. When he angles my leg up just a little, granting him deeper access, I finally come, shooting across my stomach.

He comes right after me, quietly, his body shuddering. I hold him close until he’s spent. Until he’s resting just slightly on me, holding most of his weight up on his elbows.

I’m panting, and I think I’m going to have trouble sitting tomorrow, but it was worth it. That pleasure…that was a white-hot like I’d never known.

“I never would’ve pegged you for a guy who liked getting spanked,” Jude says, kissing the side of my neck. His softened cock is still inside me, and I find I don’t want him to pull out.

“Well, I’ve never had it like that before.” I tilt my head just a little, so I can rest my mouth on his skin. He tastes like sweat and sex.

He hums a little before straightening and easing out of me. As soon as he’s gone, I want him back in me.

He ties off the condom and throws it away before zipping up. I’m still boneless on the bed when he returns. He smiles slightly and puts a hand on my upper arm, pulling me from the mattress. “Come on,” he says.

As he turns the blankets down, I watch him. The way the lamplight spills across his cheeks, making him look a little younger. The gentle way he touches me, guides me to the bed and pulls the blanket up under my chin.

I reach out and grab his hand before he can get too far. “It’s late. You should stay.”

He hesitates for a moment, indecision flashing in his eyes. It wouldn’t be the first time he spent the night, but the only time before this, we were just so exhausted. It wasn’t a conscious choice.

“All right,” he finally says. He strips out of his clothes and turns the lights off before crawling into the bed. It feels good to have that weight next to me. I resist the urge to turn into him. He’s just spending the night because it’s late.

But when he settles behind me, he runs a hand along my side tentatively before pulling me just a little, inviting me closer. I lean into his touch, pressing my back to his chest. It’s been so long since I’ve slept like this, been held like this.

It feels so right that it scares the hell out of me.