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)
Cheeks burning and cock aching, Shawn turned. He swallowed, every nerve ending alight with expectation as he heard Jude move closer. Warm breath caressed Shawn’s neck and the space between them became charged with electricity. Then one of Jude’s hands skimmed over the curve of his arse. Fingers dipped into his crack and Shawn shivered, legs going weak. He felt needy, desperate. He wanted to bend over the desk and spread himself open, beg for Jude to touch him more.
Jude slipped his other hand around Shawn’s cock and stroked him a few times. The touch was so good. Jude’s fingers rubbed lightly over Shawn’s hole and he gasped, pinned between the two sources of pleasure.
“Yeah,” Jude murmured. “So good. I love how into this you are.”
He carried on, pressing kisses to Shawn’s neck and shoulder, and the world slipped away. All that mattered was Jude and the sweet sensation of his touch. Shawn’s orgasm was building already, but he knew Jude wouldn’t let him come yet, and that didn’t even matter. This was all about the journey. Jude was in charge and that knowledge made him feel safe.
Sure enough, Jude stopped before Shawn got too close. “Not yet,” he said. He guided Shawn around to face him and kissed him slow and deep. Then he drew back. “Kneel down. I want you to suck me.”
Embarrassingly eager, Shawn dropped to his knees and immediately regretted his alacrity. The floorboards were hard.
Jude must have noticed the wince, because he got a pillow from the bed and put it down for him. “Kneel on that.”
“Thanks.” Shawn made himself comfortable and then looked up the length of Jude’s body to his face.
“God, you look perfect like that.” Jude put his hand under Shawn’s chin and ran the pad of his thumb over his lips. “Come on, then. Get my cock out.”
Shawn’s fingers were sweaty and he fumbled with Jude’s belt and fly. Once he got them open, he tugged Jude’s trousers down a little and they fell the rest of the way to his knees. Jude was gratifyingly hard and straining against his underwear. Shawn pressed his face against the bulge for a moment, inhaling the heady masculine scent of him. Then he pulled Jude’s boxers down so that his cock sprang free, dark and flushed and wet at the tip. The scent of musk was even stronger then, and it made Shawn’s mouth water.
“Suck me,” Jude said huskily.
The want in his voice ramped up Shawn’s desire, but the urge to please Jude was greater than his own need for release. He used his hand to guide Jude’s cock into his mouth.
It was easy in this position, easier than it had been last time with him on his back. He took Jude in deep and then drew back to suck on the head. He watched Jude’s reactions, loving the way his eyes took on a glazed expression and his mouth grew slack.
“Fuck, yes.” Jude stroked Shawn’s hair, threading his fingers into the short strands, pulling him closer so he took Jude deeper again. “So fucking good.”
Shawn gave in to it, letting his hands drop as Jude fucked his mouth in slow, careful strokes. His soft murmurs of approval and grunts of pleasure showed how much he was enjoying it. Shawn closed his eyes, the sight of Jude almost too much. He reached for his own cock and curled his fingers around it, starting to stroke.
“No!” Shawn snapped his eyes open to see Jude looking down at him. “Don’t touch yourself. I want to be the one to make you feel good. You have to wait.”
Shawn groaned, a flare of frustration and irritation making him want to challenge Jude on that, but he couldn’t argue with Jude’s dick in his mouth.
Jude had stopped moving and was just holding him steady as he stared him down. Jude seemed to guess Shawn’s feelings on the matter, because he grinned. “You look even hotter when you’re pissed off with me. You wanted this, remember? Unless you want to stop?” He watched Shawn carefully for a reaction.
In this position, Shawn couldn’t use words, but he shook his head minutely. No.
“You okay to carry on?”
A tiny nod and a stroke of his tongue. Yes.
As Jude started to move again, Shawn sank deeper into a place where he didn’t mind waiting. The sharp edge of his arousal, the building need was bearable because he knew that Jude would take care of him eventually and it would be worth waiting for. In the meantime that was enough.
More than enough.
He lost track of time, and when Jude finally eased his cock from his mouth, it could have been five minutes later or twenty. His jaw ached and he swallowed, tasting Jude’s precome on his tongue.
Jude drew him up to stand and kissed him. Their erections bumped and Shawn pressed into the contact, desperate for Jude’s touch.