Page 116 of Still Bruised
No, he wanted to be home alone with Foster. He wanted it quiet, so the only sounds were their bodies connecting, their moans, and the rapid beating of his heart. He wanted a warm, soft bed, away from all the gyrating bodies filling the club. But that couldn’t be.
They were over.
But in that moment, he was a stranger. There was no past.
Just the here and now.
Slipping a hand into Foster’s, he led them off the dance floor.
Costumes and masksweren’this thing, but for one night, he’d use whatever he needed to have Foster inside him one last time.
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Jude noticed Anton and his cowboy on the other side of the dance floor and took Foster along a circuitous route to avoid him. They couldn’t go upstairs to the room Anton had reserved for the same reason. As soon as they were semi-safe, he stopped and faced Foster. Deepening his voice, he leaned close to Foster’s shoulder—but not too close. Jude didn’t want to give away any clues.
“Do you have a room?”
Foster nodded and cocked his head toward the doors to the hotel. Jude trailed behind him, keeping a bit of distance. As soon as they entered the brightly lit lobby, Jude kept his gaze on the floor. He didn’t want Foster sneaking a closer peek. When they bypassed the elevator, he lifted a brow in confusion, but Foster soon turned into a hallway that led to guest rooms on the first floor. He whipped out a card and quickly opened one of the first doors they reached. Standing back, Foster waved a hand inside.
“After you.”
Jude rushed past and into the room, turning to watch Foster trail behind him. The light in the adjoining bath had been left on, giving them a little illumination, but kept it dim enough to protect his identity.
Once the door was locked, Foster flipped on a switch for the overhead light near the door.
Jude reached out and swiped it off.
“Prefer playing in the dark, hmm?” Foster asked as he stalked closer. He stopped when their bodies were almost touching. “Hi.”
Jude smiled but said nothing, placing a palm on Foster’s chest and trailing it down. He got a better look at Foster’s costume that was no costume at all. It was his old uniform from Eastfield High. One similar to the practice one he’d been wearing that afternoon in the locker room.
It took Jude back to that moment. Their first kiss. The first velvet caress of a cock in his hand.
Now it would be their last.
What am I doing?
This is madness. I should tell him it’s me.
He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. He craved Foster’s touch too much to ruin the moment.
Foster’s heat seeped into him. His spicy scent swirled around them, enveloping Jude in a fog of lust. His gaze dipped to the dusting of hair that trailed up out of the pants and along Foster’s rippled abs. The uniform was a bit snugger than it had been backthen, but it still fit. He was as gorgeous now as he’d been back then.
“What’s your name?” Foster asked.
Jude shook his head.He doesn’t know it’s me.
One of Foster’s eyebrows rose. “Anonymous, hmm?”
Jude nodded as he closed the gap between them and pressed his body against Foster’s. He rose on his toes and laid a kiss on Foster’s mouth. The familiar feel of those lips caused a shiver to race down his spine. One quick kiss turned into a slower, languid one. The slower one turned into a melding of mouths and tongues that went on and on and on. Foster pressed him against the closet door, pinning him there.
Foster pulled back and reached for Jude’s helmet. “This is in the way.”
Jude whipped his head to the side, away from Foster’s fingers. Foster stared at him quizzically, and he simply nodded ‘no’ again.
“Reallyanonymous,” Foster mumbled before his head swept down and he captured Jude’s lips again. “Does no talking also mean no moaning? I’ll have to put my foot down if that’s the case.” He tipped Jude’s face up with his bent forefinger. “I want to hear what makes you feel good.”
Jude nodded. He’d have to be careful, but there was no way he could keep his moans to himself, especially when he was with Foster. While in the thick of things, Foster would be focused on the pleasure, not the sounds of his moans.
