Page 16 of Places in Time
“E?”
“Huh?”
He didn’t shave his chest, belly, or groin. I’d known about the first two because I’d seen him in his underwear and a bathing suit a million times. The last one I hadn’t noticed until that moment. The same sandy blond color as the hair on his head and neither particularly long nor particularly course looking, I wanted to touch it.
“Do you want to give me the phone so I can put it away?”
“That was my mom.” I licked my lips.
His balls were also covered in a light sprinkling of hair. They were bigger than mine and I wondered how the difference would feel in my palm.
“I know. I answered the phone, remember?”
His dick also looked larger than mine, but it was hard to know for sure because he wasn’t fully hard yet. I liked the color of it, tan with a pink hue. His skin was sleek and smooth. My mouth watered for him.
“E.” He covered my hand with both of his and leaned his face close. “Are you with me?”
“What?” I blinked and refocused.
“Did you hear a word I said?”
“Sorry. I got dickstracted.” I shook my head. “I mean, dickstracted.” I tried again. “Distracted.”
“No, I’m pretty sure you had it right the first time.” He grinned.
My gaze dropped involuntarily and I licked my lips again. “Do you think I’d like giving head?”
Jude set his phone on the nightstand, leaned against the headboard, and spread his legs. “Only one way to find out.”
“I might be bad at it.” I glanced at him hesitantly.
“Practice makes perfect.”
I snorted in amusement, but scooted closer and leaned down. “I, uh, want to touch first.” I trailed my fingertips over his cock. “And lick.”
“Do whatever you want.” He brushed his hand through my hair and tipped his head against the wall, looking easy in his skin, relaxed.
I gazed at his face as I slid my palm under his balls and weighed them. They were warm, soft, and right in my hand. I moved my thumb across them from side to side and dragged my lips from the head of his shaft to the base.
Jude looked at me fondly, continued sliding his fingers through my hair, and occasionally gasped or moaned. But he didn’t rush me, didn’t change my approach, didn’t ask for anything different than what I was doing. In this, he treated me just as he did in everything else.
Eventually, I curled my fingers around his shaft and swiped my tongue over it, tasting his skin and absorbing more of his heat. Liquid glistened on his glans, and after a moment of hesitation, I lapped it up. Salty and bitter, the flavor of his arousal tightened my groin and ramped up my need.
“Ungh,” I moaned. I licked his crown, concentrating on the little slit on top, trying to get more of his flavor. Wanting more heat and musk, more of Jude, I parted my lips, dropped them over his shaft, and sucked.
“E,” he rasped.
I flicked my gaze up to see his eyes rolling back, his throat working, and his nostrils flaring. I’d always thought Jude was beautiful—everyone did—but seeing him like that, lost in pleasure, took my breath away. I took myself in hand and stroked myself as I sucked him.
“Oh, God.” He took his hand off my head and dug his fingers into the mattress. “Close.”
Needing to make him feel even better, I moved my mouth up and down his shaft faster, sucking and licking as I went.
“E.” Unable to stay still, he pumped his hips. “Now.” His eyes widened. “E, move.”
Not a chance. I shook my head and took him in deeper instead. My lips stretched, mouth filled, and hand flew.
“E!” he shouted triumphantly moments before his hot seed splashed onto my tongue and mine shot over my fingers. I collected his pleasure in my mouth, and when he was spent, I pulled off and swallowed him down.
