Eight

Eight

Max

I’m kind of nervous about Jude stopping by my apartment. It’s in a nice neighborhood, and it’s clean because this is me, but I want him to be comfortable. The way he carries himself makes me think he’s always on edge. The only time he wasn’t like that was when he was pounding into me in the bathroom yesterday.

I shift on the couch just to feel the sting from his cock, from his hand when he spanked me. Fuck, I hadn’t had it that good in a long time.

There’s a knock on the door before I’m totally ready for it, but I stand and head over to answer it.

Jude’s standing in the hallway, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his black leather jacket. He looks like something out of one of my teenage fantasies.

I widen the door to let him come in. “You want something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m okay.” He glances around the living room, and I wonder how he sees it. “Nice place.”

I close the door and lock it. “Thanks.”

He glances back at the lock before looking at me, his crooked smile firmly in place. “Want to show me to your sex dungeon?”

My cheeks burn. “It’s not exactly a dungeon.”

He laughs, and the sound warms my stomach. “I’m kidding. Show me your normal bedroom, Max.”

I turn and lead him down the hallway, hyperaware of him walking behind me. I glance back once to find his gaze locked firmly on my ass.

When we step into my bedroom, I shift to lean against the wall while he checks it out. It’s done mostly in navy blue and white because the colors calm me. They calmed Patrick too.

No, don’t think about him.

I clench my jaw, as if that’ll help him stay out of my head. I want to be here with Jude, not trapped in the past like—

“Even if this isn’t a dungeon, you have to have something here.” Jude turns to face me. “You don’t fuck like you did last night and not be getting yourself off at home if you’re single.”

“Well, of course I have some things.”

“Then let’s see them.”

My heart nearly drops into my stomach. “You can’t be fucking serious.”

He steps closer to me but not close enough to touch. “You can say red if you want. It won’t change anything.”

I stare into his dark eyes and try to think of a reason why I would say red. But other than mortification, there isn’t one. So I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue, then move around him to my bedside table.

When I slide the drawer out, Jude’s right behind me, looking over my shoulder.

I start to back away to let him see, but he slides his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. “No,” he says softly. “I want you to show them to me.”

Heat sears my body, and my cock goes rigid. There’s no fucking way I can stand here and do that. I thought Patrick liked it dirty, but that was nothing compared to Jude. He’s so bluntly honest. And I love it.

“Okay?” Jude asks, kissing the back of my neck.

“Green,” I mumble, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

“Then show me.”

My hands aren’t as steady as I’d like them to be as I pull out the first one. A white cock ring.

“Hmm.” Jude kisses the back of my neck. “You use that often?”

“Sometimes,” I mumble. I haven’t in a while because Patrick mostly used it.

Jude’s hands slide to my front, his fingers deftly unzipping my jeans before I have the chance to blink. He pauses, and I nod to show him I’m good.

“Words. Don’t make me spank you.”

“Green,” I whisper.

He slides a hand into my boxers and frees my dick. I’m already half-hard, and we haven’t even started yet.

“Put it on,” he orders.

I swallow and slide the ring on, nestling it tight at the base. The familiar weight and tightness feels incredible.

“Next,” Jude says.

When my hand closes around the next toy, I know it’s over. There’s something about Jude that tells me this is what he’ll want to play with.

“A vibrating plug.” His voice is almost a purr. “Shut the drawer. I have plans for you.”

I do what he says, and he takes a step back.

“Strip,” he orders. “Everything.”

I obey, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor and standing in front of him with the thick cock ring still on me.

“Lie down,” he orders. “On your back, ass at the edge of the bed.”

When I lie back in the position, he stands over me, staring down at my cock that’s already darkening from the ring.

Jude swipes the bottle of lube from my nightstand and rubs it generously over the thick plug. Then he tosses the lube on the bed near my shoulder, grips one of my legs to hold it up, and slides the plug in all the way to the base.

I gasp at the sudden intrusion. Having Jude in me was better, but there’s something undeniably hot about the plug. Especially since Jude’s staring down at it, watching how it nestles tightly between my cheeks.

He flicks his thumb, and the vibration starts up. “This thing’s got ten levels. How high have you ever gone up?”

“Six.”

His gaze shifts to meet mine. “I’m going to go higher than that. Say red if you need it to stop.”

I nod.

He rears his free hand back and slaps me hard across the ass, bouncing the plug deeper in. “What did I tell you about words?”

I squeak a little at the hit. “I’m sorry. Okay. Yes, I’ll say red if I need to.”

He keeps his eyes on my face as he slides the toy up a notch, and then another. The vibration is starting to get to me, and I squirm, seeking friction, but Jude doesn’t make a move to touch me. Instead, he pushes the toy up another two notches.

I suck in a breath through my teeth, trying to hold still. I regret that stupid cock ring. I could be coming already without that.

Jude bumps the level up again to the six I typically use, and sweat breaks out on my forehead. It’s even hotter to use this thing when he’s standing over me, staring down at it.

“Still green?” he asks. The tightness in his voice is the only sign that he’s affected by this too.

“Yes,” I whisper.

When he sends it up another level, my back bows off the mattress, and I try to dig my heels into the bed, but Jude’s still holding onto my leg.

“Tell me your color,” Jude orders.

“Green. Green.” I’m panting, my ass vibrating so loudly it’s audible in the room.

Another level up.

I yell out and twist, trying to get away from the sensation, or maybe get further into it. I don’t know. I can barely think. I can barely breathe. I just know I need to come. I need—

“Uh-uh, what’re you doing?” Jude catches my wrist lightly before I can bring my hand all the way to my cock. “I said to leave this on, remember?”

“Please.” I don’t care that I’m begging, that my voice is high and whiney. “I need to come. I have to.”

“Give me your color.”

“Green.” I can barely say it, but I know it’s true. This is the delicious type of pain I’ve been needing for so long. I only ever say red when I’m scared, and there’s nothing to fear in this moment.

Level nine.

“Jude! Shit!” I try to roll over to rub myself off on the mattress, but Jude holds my leg firmly. “Please.”

“Color?”

“Green.” It comes out as more of a sob. My cock is throbbing so badly. I’ll give him anything he wants if he just lets me come.

“You want to try ten?” Jude asks. And through the haze of pleasure, I realize he’s really asking. He’s prepared to stop instantly if I say no.

I don’t know what possesses me, but I whisper a confirmation.

Jude slides a hand up my chest to press against my mouth. “We don’t want to wake your neighbors.” Then he pushes the vibrator to the max level.

I’m thankful he had the foresight to cover my mouth because I scream from the intensity. My mind narrows to just that plug vibrating at what feels like a hundred miles an hour in my ass. I didn’t know it could hurt and feel so good.

Jude leaves the vibrator on full blast as he tosses the remote near the bottle of lube.

I almost reach for it, but I think he expects me to, so I keep my hands clutched in the bedspread instead.

“You need to come?” Jude asks, his voice husky.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please, please. Just let me. I’m going to explode, Jude. I swear. I—”

Without a word, he reaches down and jerks the ring off. I scream as I come, spraying my stomach as my cock jerks with the force.

As I come down, Jude strokes my sweaty hair from my forehead with a smile. “That was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I relax back on the mattress, staring up at my ceiling. No one’s ever gotten to me like that before. Made me come so hard or lifted me so high.

Jude strokes my hair again, the gesture surprisingly tender. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” I’m still breathless, and my heart’s pounding, but I feel sated. Better than I have in a really long time.

I sit up slowly, then drop to the floor on my knees. When I look up at Jude, heat flares in his eyes, but he doesn’t make a move toward me.

So I reach for him, unzipping his jeans slowly, watching as his cock springs forth, hard and demanding.

“I liked watching you get off like that,” Jude says.

I can’t really put into words what that did for me, so I show him. I slide just the tip of him into my mouth, savoring the salty taste on my tongue.

He groans, and although he pushes his fingers into my hair, he doesn’t guide me in any way.

I take him in inch by inch, careful to relax my throat to avoid gagging over his length. When his head brushes the back of my throat, I lift a hand to cup his heavy balls, rolling them between my fingers.

He grunts, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Fuck, Max.”

I hum loud enough to vibrate it up his dick, and he hisses. Precum is leaking down the back of my throat, and my knees are sore from the position, but I’m so fucking turned on that I feel like I could already come again if he so much as touched me.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Jude says, his voice ragged and full of desperation. “I could watch you in this position for the rest of time.”

As crazy as it sounds, I feel like I could stay in this position for the rest of time. Something innate and animalistic inside of me craves Jude’s approval. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I take him in deeper, as far back as I can manage, and his grip on my hair is so tight that tears spring to my eyes. But I keep working him, harder and longer until he finally grunts and thrusts his hips into my face, pouring his cum down my throat.

I swallow all of it, the burn familiar. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed this—being with someone.

Jude collapses forward but catches himself on the bed so he’s leaning over me, his face inches from mine. “You’re fucking amazing,” he mumbles.

My chest swells with pride, and I slide a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss that’ll hopefully lead to a second round.