Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 104682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Why had he let me in when he hadn't done the same for anyone else?
Excitement poured through my belly as I considered all the possible reasons why I was here in his bed. It was all I could do not to rip my hand free of his so I could drag him down for a real kiss and not the little butterfly ones he was teasing me with. When Jude moved my hands so they were closer together and was able to cover them both with just one of his hands, I didn’t really question the move.
Until Jude shifted his body so my dick was pressed against his backside and the fingers of his free hand closed around my shaft. When he began to rub my cock over his opening, I nearly came off the bed.
"Fuck, Jude," I growled.
He continued the sensuous torture until we were writhing against one another and I was breathless with need. "Please, Jude. I need you so much. Please, baby."
Jude kissed me deeply and I suddenly remembered that he’d released my hands. I quickly took advantage of that fact and wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck so I could take ownership of the kiss.
I was dimly aware of Jude doing something with his free hand, but it wasn't until I felt something cool against my dick that it hit me what he was doing. I tore my mouth free from his and looked down to see that he had his arm stretched behind him. My cock bounced against his fingers… his cool, lubed fingers. I nearly came on the spot when I realized he was prepping himself.
Jude placed his free hand on my chest to support his body. He moaned and threw back his head as he did something to himself. My imagination ran wild until I reached my own hand down to confirm my suspicions. Sure enough, as soon as I ran my fingers along his hand, I could tell he had one finger inside of himself. It had to be the hottest thing I'd ever seen, or felt, rather. My tongue felt too thick for my mouth as I watched Jude pleasuring himself. Part of me wanted to just lie there and watch as he rolled his hips so he was basically fucking his own finger, but I’d never been any good at being a passive participant.
So I sat up and wrapped an arm around Jude to support him, then searched out the bottle of lube on the bed. It wasn't pretty but I somehow managed to lube up my own finger and then I was placing it at his backside. His luminous eyes dropped to meet mine. But when he began to withdraw his finger from his body, I murmured, "No, leave it."
Jude instantly stopped what he was doing. His eyes went wide when I began to gently press my finger into him. He gasped once the tip was in. I made him hold still as I pushed more of my digit into his willing body. It was only when he began calling out my name that I eased my hold on his hips. The second I did, he began fucking both his finger and mine. It was pure ecstasy to watch him, to feel him. As he pleasured himself, I kissed every part of his body that I could reach. My own dick was eagerly bouncing against my hand as it demanded its due, but I didn't want this moment to end and I knew once I was inside of him, it would be over too soon.
Jude spent several long minutes riding our fingers, but once I found his prostate and rubbed it, everything changed.
"Oh God," Jude called as he began jamming his hips down onto our fingers as best he could. I could hear his gasps turn to sobs and I knew why.
It wasn't enough.
Yeah, he could've gotten himself off, but not in the way he wanted, the way he needed.
"Shhh," I whispered to him in hopes of bringing him back to me. Jude opened his eyes and looked down at me and then his mouth was on mine. His hips were frenzied and his whimpers of need struck a chord in my heart. I wrapped my arm around his hips to slow his movements in the hopes that he’d be less frantic.
"Please, Nikolai," he cried against my mouth. His free hand was on my face and then he was pulling his own finger out of his body so that he could desperately ride just my finger, which was still inside of him.
"Please," Jude begged again.
I knew I needed to go get a condom. I knew that. But I couldn't move. And I knew why. It wasn't just that Jude was so caught up in this moment and needed something that only I could give him. I needed something too; I just didn’t know what.