Page 59 of Judging Duke

“You guess? You either do or you don’t. We’re not half-arsing this, Duke.”

He was right, of course, and right there and then, I made a decision that could change our relationship forever.

“Damn right we’re not.”

I walked him backwards until he could go no further, his back against the closed door.

I put a hand to his throat. “No half-arsing, Simon.”

I took his mouth with mine, forcing my tongue into his mouth. He didn’t resist, tangling his tongue with mine.

It was hot; it was dirty; it was everything I’d fantasised about.

For so long, I’d let others do what they wanted to me, but today, I was taking control. I took his hands in mine and placed them above his head, plastering my body to his. He was hard, and I didn’t mean his dick. He was all muscle, and I knew sex with him would be a wild ride. Who would top? Would it be me? I certainly hoped so.

He broke the kiss, his stare daring me to continue.

“You’re fucking mine, Simon Stroker. You can fight me on that.”

He spun me around, reversing our roles, my hands now pinned against the door.

“Is that so, Duke Anders?” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot.

He’d always been bigger than me, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I had the element of surprise on my side.

I reversed our positions again, but at the last moment, I turned him so he was facing the door, his arms behind his back, between us.

I ran my nose up the length of his neck, inhaling deeply.

He smelt clean, like shower gel, sun cream and sunlight. How anyone could smell of sunlight, I had no idea, but he smelt like summer. It was intoxicating.

“You’ll regret that, Duke.”

“I don’t think so, Simon. I think you’re enjoying it far too much.”

I slipped my hand down the front of his shorts, hearing his moan as I gripped his hard cock.

He was big, bigger than he appeared on the screen.

I sucked on his earlobe, and he whimpered. I had him right where I wanted him.

“Hands on the door, Simon.”

He did as he was told, bending slightly at the waist, presenting his arse to me.

I still had a hold of his cock and slid my hand along his length. It hardened beneath my touch, thick and solid. No wonder he was so popular.

I’d bet he had them queuing around the block to ride him.

My dick swelled at the thought. I was versatile. Had to be, really. Being a prostitute meant you couldn’t always choose.

I pulled down his shorts, revealing a black jockstrap framing his perfectly shaped arse with a light covering of blond hair. I stroked it, feeling it clench at my touch.

“Turn around, slowly.”

He kicked his shorts to the side and obeyed. I knew he’d do anything I wanted him to.

I took a step back to admire his body. Almost hairless, his firm chest flexed, as did his abs at my featherlight touch.

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