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)
In between sucking him and driving him to the brink, Jude pulled off and licked Shawn’s balls instead or massaged his thighs. He kept checking in with him, using a low, intimate voice that felt as though it was for Shawn, not the camera—“Are you doing okay?” or “Still with me?”
After a particularly close call when he pushed Jude away with an urgent “Stop! I’m close,” Jude moved to straddle Shawn again. He leaned over him, his face close. Their cocks aligned and Shawn lifted his hips without thinking, trying to grind up against him, desperate to feel more of Jude’s body in contact with his own.
“God, you’re so into this, aren’t you?” Jude’s breath was warm on Shawn’s lips and his voice barely more than a whisper; there was no way the webcam would pick it up.
“Yeah,” Shawn gasped, past caring about what he was admitting to, “but I wanna come.”
Jude huffed a soft laugh. “Soon.” He patted Shawn’s cheek and then drew back, letting his hand slide down Shawn’s neck and over his chest and abs until he wrapped it tight around Shawn’s cock again—not stroking, just holding him.
“You’re killing me,” Shawn managed weakly.
“But you love it.” Then Jude turned to look at the camera and raised his voice. “Chris is getting desperate, guys. Do you think I should let him come soon?”
Shawn glanced at the chat; most of the guys seemed to be voting yes. Thank fuck. His balls might explode if he had to wait too much longer.
“Yeah. I think he deserves it too.” Jude started jerking him then, his hand tight and perfect as it slid Shawn’s foreskin back and forth over the head with every stroke. Shawn’s whole body tensed in anticipation, every cell primed and ready to blow.
Shawn moaned, “Oh fuck yeah, like that. Yes.” But just as he was there, almost at the point of no return, Jude stopped and took his hand away.
Shawn’s cock jerked hopelessly, straining against thin air. “You bastard! You fucking cockteasing arsehole!”
Done with waiting, he reached down to stroke himself. He wanted to roll Jude over and come all over his smug face—
But Jude was too quick for him. “No you don’t.” He grabbed Shawn’s wrists and pinned them to the bed by his side. “Maybe I should have tied you up.” Shawn’s breath caught in an audible gasp and his cock jerked again. Jude raised his eyebrows, a knowing look spreading over his face. “Oh. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Shawn glared furiously at him, not prepared to admit how that thought had turned him on like fire in his veins. The idea of being bound and helpless while Jude did this to him was almost enough to make him come right there without a hand or mouth on him. “Fuck you,” he gritted out.
Jude backed off then, releasing Shawn’s wrists and taking his cock in hand again. “Maybe another time,” he said lightly. He stroked, slowly at first, until Shawn growled and thrust into his hand. “You’d look so hot tied up, maybe to a chair. And I could take my time with you and you couldn’t do anything about it.”
Jude’s voice was like a drug; the images he conjured curled into Shawn’s brain like smoke.
“Don’t stop,” he pleaded, and he wasn’t sure whether he was talking about the movement of Jude’s hand or the fantasies his voice was creating.
“You’d just have to take what I gave you and be grateful for it.”
Shawn’s body jerked and he arched off the bed with a strangled cry. His climax tore through him, muscles tensing and releasing as he came and came until he was weak and limp.
The pat of Jude’s hand on his hip brought Shawn back to earth. Jude’s smile was soft, and it made Shawn’s stomach do a little flip.
“Wow, that’s a lot of jizz.” Jude ran his fingers through the mess on Shawn’s belly and held them up for the camera.
Shawn chuckled, unable to muster up the energy to move, wrung out like a wet dishcloth. “Yeah, well. That’s what you get when you tease me for that long.”
“Good to know.” Still kneeling astride Shawn’s thighs, Jude wrapped his sticky hand around his own erection. “You’re not the only one who’s been waiting to come, though. And you look good like that. Is it okay if I jerk off over you? You’re already a mess, so I might as well.”
That idea made Shawn feel hot all over—in a good way. He suspected Jude was playing to the camera again. His tone was light and teasing, but his dick was hard and flushed with blood. He was obviously turned on, regardless of what was for the audience and what might be real.
“Yeah, go for it.” Shawn put his elbows on the bed and propped himself up to watch. His stomach tensed at the movement and come pooled in the dips between the muscles.