Six

Six

Max

Jude looks like hell. Bags line his bloodshot eyes, and his face is pale. He’s also shaking a little, like he’s cold.

“What are you doing here?” he asks me. “You own every bar in the city?”

“Just scoping out the competition.”

His gaze flicks to the liquor on the shelf behind the bar, and I move to stand in the way. When he meets my stare, his cheeks darken just the slightest bit.

“What’s wrong, Jude?” He looks lost and almost afraid. “Do you need something?”

He sighs and clenches his hands into fists at his sides. “What I need is to fuck.”

I start to joke that I can’t help him with that, but I can feel the tension just pouring off him. It’s the same way Patrick used to feel after he would come home from a long shift smelling like smoke and death. He’d get in the shower and wash it all away, then crawl into bed with me, where he’d fuck me hard.

“You want to?” I ask instead, and Jude’s eyes fill with heat. He gives me one quick nod, so I take his hand. For a second, I think he’s going to pull away, but he follows me wordlessly as I tug on his hand to lead him away.

When I push open the door of the bathroom, I have a flash of doubt. Is this actually a good idea? Jude seemed pretty upset when he walked in. If not upset, then at least bothered. Maybe we should—

Jude shuts the door behind us and locks it, the sound loud in the quiet of the small space. Then he turns to me with the hungriest look in his eyes that I’ve ever seen on a man. In one quick stride, he has me backed up against the counter, the lip of the sink digging into the small of my back.

“Did you enjoy last night?” he asks, grabbing my hips and squeezing possessively.

All I can do is nod.

“I bet you did. You’re a dirty boy, aren’t you?” He skims his nose along my cheek, places his lips near my ear. “Now, tell me what you’d like me to do to you.”

I buck my hips against his hold, already desperately trying to find some friction.

“Use your words,” Jude says sharply, his fingers digging into my hips.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“How?” His voice is barely a whisper, and his eyes are glinting. Delighted in making me squirm uncomfortably.

“I don’t care.” My words are breathless. My body’s already humming with heat.

His lips pull up in a smirk. “You’re a needy thing, aren’t you?” When I don’t respond, he releases one side of me to grab my chin. “I asked you a question, Max.”

“Yes, I am.” I’m so hard, I think I could come just from looking at him. It’s almost embarrassing. But it’s been two years since someone’s been inside me, and I just fucking need him.

Jude tsks and searches my face. I’m not sure what it is he’s looking for, so I try to school my expression into neutral, but I must not do a very good job. He slides his other hand from my waist to my ass, clenching a handful of my cheek.

He holds me in that position for a second, and I realize he’s waiting to gauge my reaction, trying to decide how demanding, how controlling, he can be with me.

So I go with the universal color. “Green.”

“You’d better fucking tell me if that changes,” he replies. Then he’s on me, grabbing my hips and spinning me around to face the sink.

“You don’t care how you get fucked?” Jude asks, reaching around to unbutton my jeans and slide them down to my ankles. My boxers are next, and then I’m standing there naked, my cock leaking precum.

Jude runs a finger along the back of my neck. “Since you don’t care, we’ll do it like this. You can look in the mirror and watch your reflection the moment I slide into you.”

A whimper comes out of me, even though I try to cut it off.

“Shh.” Jude unbuttons his own jeans, and I hear the zipper slide down quickly. “You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you? You don’t want anyone knowing you’re in here with your pants around your ankles about to get fucked?”

I shake my head, but I’m not sure if that’s true. Jude’s too intoxicating. I don’t know how I’m supposed to think around him.

A sharp slap sounds in the room, and just a second later, pain explodes across my ass. Jude’s handprint burns on my cheek, and I glance back to look at him. “What the hell was that for?”

“I said to use your damn words.”

“I’ve got a few fucking words for you.”

“I bet you do.” He puts a hand on the side of my face and turns my head to the mirror. “Don’t look away and don’t close your eyes. I’ll spank your ass raw if you do either.”

The idea of that sends a tingle up my spine. I played around like that with Patrick, but he was worried about hurting me, something I was never concerned with. I have a feeling Jude would do it if I asked.

But I can’t right now. Because I hear him opening a satchel of lube he must’ve been carrying on him. He reaches over my shoulder to hand me a condom. “Open that with your teeth when I tell you to.”

I nod numbly, then his hands are at my ass, and he’s sliding a lube-slicked finger into me. I gasp and let my head fall forward.

Just as quickly as it entered, the finger disappears, and Jude spanks my ass again.

I yelp and jerk back.

“I told you to look in the mirror at all times,” Jude says, his voice a growl. “Now are you gonna behave?”

“Yes.” My voice is shaky. Hell, my whole body is shaky.

Jude slides the finger in again, only giving me a second to adjust before he’s sliding another, then another. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He grunts as he works me open.

I stare at our reflections in the mirror. My face is red and sweaty already. My eyes are blown wide with lust.

Jude’s staring at my ass, watching his fingers slide in and out of me. And the thought of him doing that turns me on so much that I almost come in the sink.

“Open that condom,” he orders. His gaze fastens on the mirror, watching me as I lift the condom with a shaking hand and use my teeth to rip the packet open.

Jude slides his fingers back out. “Still green?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Then put your hands on the sink. I’m not gonna take it easy on you.”

I grapple for the sink, the porcelain cold under my hot skin. My heartbeat’s roaring in my ears, and I don’t know how on earth I’m actually going to last through him fucking me because I have to come so hard, I’m seeing stars.

Jude pushes into me, almost hesitant at first. And, fuck, it burns. I’ve gotten off with dildos over the last couple years, but it’s nothing like this. He’s so thick and long, and I can hear him grunting with exertion behind me as he works himself in.

I take a breath as my muscles clench against the sudden intrusion. He’s so big that it feels as though he barely worked me open at all.

“Relax your ass,” Jude orders. “You’re taking all of me.”

I whimper at the idea, and he reaches around to grip my balls, cutting off my orgasm.

“Uh-uh,” he says. “Not until I tell you to.”

“Okay.” It’s barely a word, but he still hears.

He keeps my balls clenched tight in his hand as he pushes all the way in, bottoming out deep inside me.

I cry out and squeeze my eyes shut before remembering Jude told me not to do that. I open them quickly because I don’t want anything to stop this. I feel so full, so complete, and when he starts pumping and thrusting, it pushes me further into the sink, closer to the mirror.

“That’s it,” Jude says, pistoning his hips over and over, dragging his dick out of me all the way to the tip before shoving back in again. “Look at us, Max. Look at how well you’re taking my cock.”

I can’t say anything. All my words have dried up in the heat from the pleasure. I don’t think I could even tell someone my name right now.

Instead, I do what he says and watch our reflections. Watch as Jude pushes in and out of me, watch as he bites his bottom lip suddenly. He stutters behind me, then releases my balls. He wraps his hand around my dick and pumps twice.

He presses his lips to my ear. “Come for me, Max. Let me see what you’ve been holding onto for this.”

I can’t do anything but obey. I come hard, yelling and spraying the entire fucking sink. My body shakes as Jude rides out his own orgasm, pushing me once again almost to the point of pain before he stills and releases into the condom.

I lean against the sink, trying to catch my breath. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard. Fuck, I feel like I lost my hearing.

Jude eases gently out, disposes of the condom, and zips up. While I do the same, he starts cleaning the sink off. He’s quiet, like his mind is somewhere else entirely.

“I got that,” I say, reaching for the paper towels he’s using.

“No, I made the mess.” His voice is almost robotic. Well…maybe even childlike.

I pull back to look at him, but he barely acknowledges me.

As soon as he’s done, he washes his hands, then looks back at me, a hint of his smirk back on his lips. He reaches out and smooths the collar of my shirt. “Until the next bar, Max.”