Page 13 of Places in Time
“I want you, J,” I whispered into his mouth. “Need you now.”
Somebody whimpered; I don’t know if it was him or me. Maybe it was both of us. And then we were kissing and touching and rubbing. Our naked flesh pressing together felt like heaven. Being with Jude was better than anything I’d experienced, better than anything I’d imagined. But somehow it still wasn’t enough.
“J,” I sighed. “Want you inside. Want your dick in my body the way you’ve always been in my heart.”
He arched his neck and closed his eyes, clearly reaching for control. “Oh, damn, the things you say. Thought I was supposed to be the poetic one in this pair.”
I traced his eyes and lips with my index finger. “I guess you inspire me, bring out all sorts of new things. Speaking of new things… Jude Harrison, I want you to fuck me.”
The last request broke whatever resistance he had left. He rolled the top half of his body off me and reached for his nightstand drawer, yanked it open, and dug around until he came back holding a bottle of lube.
“You’ve never done this?” he asked, concern clear in his tone and expression.
I shook my head. “No, but I want to, I promise.”
He nodded. “I believe you, but it might feel a little weird, okay?”
I spread my legs in response, and he grinned.
With his attention fixed on my ass, he reached into the drawer again, fumbled, and eventually pulled out a condom. I watched him as he tore the wrapper open with his teeth and slid the condom onto his hard shaft.
“Want you,” I whispered, the feeling too big to keep inside.
“Me too, E.” He wiggled into the space between my knees, encouraged me to plant my feet on the bed and widen my stance, and spread the slick substance on my opening. Gazing into my eyes, he massaged my pucker with infinite tenderness, only pressing his fingers inside once I completely relaxed.
His warning was accurate. It did feel a little weird, but not bad, not painful, and then he knelt between my legs, pushed my thighs back, and lined his cock up against me. He hesitated and glanced at me, as if wanting to make sure I was okay.
“Yes,” I assured him.
Then all conversation stopped and my best friend started pushing inside me. I arched my back and moaned, crossed my ankles over his lower back and pulled him in farther until he bottomed out and rolled his hips, sensitizing every nerve ending in my channel.
Once I adjusted to the invasion, he dragged himself out and then pushed back into me. Sucking my lower lip between both of his, he set a gentle, slow rhythm, moving in and out and rubbing his stomach against my cock.
It all felt too good to last and before long, slow and gentle turned into hard and fast. And then we were both grunting and writhing against each other, pulling hair and biting, and, finally, finally shouting each other’s names as we found release.
Once my heart stopped pounding in my ears and air filled my lungs, I opened my eyes and looked at Jude. He had slipped out of my body, taken care of the condom, and was lying on his side next to me, looking at me in wonder and caressing my waist and hip.
“Please say you don’t regret that,” he rasped.
“My only regret is that we didn’t do it sooner.”
His eyebrows shot up and then his lips curled up at the sides.
“Seriously. What were we doing wasting our time with golf and surfing when we could have been doing that?”
“You like golf and I like surfing.” He cleared his throat. “And you never mentionedthatwas an option.”
“Yeah, well, I’m an idiot. You know this about me.”
“Not an idiot. Just a little distracted sometimes.”
“Call it whatever you want. You fell down on the job.”
“Me?”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded. “You always tell me when I’m messing things up and then give me detailed instructions on what I should be doing instead. But with this, you didn’t. Why?”
“Why didn’t I tell you we’d have good sex?”
