Page 117 of Still Bruised
He’d probably be fine.
Foster kissed him, savoring his lips. When they parted for a breath, he slid one hand farther down and covered Foster’s hard cock. Jude was tempted to kneel and have a taste, but Foster dragged him closer and captured his lips again, kissing him until he felt lightheaded.
Their hands roamed one another’s bodies as long kisses stretched out between them. Jude groaned against Foster’s lips as he ground his cock on a thick, hard thigh. Foster’s hands kneaded his ass, his fingertips digging into the flesh.
Jude reached down and untied the laces of Foster’s football pants. He reached in and caressed Foster’s cock, reveling in the feel of that hot, silky shaft in his hand again.
Foster slowly pumped his hips, feeding his cock into Jude’s hand. He was rock hard and ready.
Not for me. For a stranger.
Jude pushed the errant thought away. Who cared if Foster thought he was some random lay? He would get a chance to feel Foster inside him again.
He eyed the bed. His usual M.O. was shoving Foster down and mounting him—playing the dominant partner. If he did that, it might clue Foster in. There was no way he was getting pinned to the bed, though. He wasn’t in the right headspace to yield control or allow himself to be that vulnerable.
Jude released Foster’s cock. He spun, leaning against the edge of the desk across from the pair of beds, his back to Foster. He pulled a condom and a tiny tube of lube from the lanyard pouch hidden under his toga. After handing both to Foster, he reached down and tugged his briefs down and bared his ass, lifting the back of the skirt.
“Wouldn’t the bed be more comfortable?” Foster asked, his voice throaty and deep.
Jude leaned over the desk, arching his back and offering his ass in answer.
When Jude glanced over his shoulder to see if it had been made clear, Foster ripped open the foil pack and rolled the condom onto his thick, hard cock. Jude trembled from the anticipation of it, mixed with a high from the fact Foster thought he was a stranger. After a squirt of lube between his cheeks and a couple of fingers inside to stretch him, Foster pressed the head against his hole.
Jude gasped, his breathing erratic. Was it being with Foster again or the depravity of what he was doing that was getting him so hot?
Tell him!
Foster’s lips trailed over the shell of his ear before he asked, “Ready for me?”
Jude nodded, pushing back onto Foster’s cock. A couple inches were soon buried inside him, and a sigh escaped his lips. The next thrust got a little over half. It wasn’t nearly enough. The third thrust had Foster planted deep, past his second hole.
Foster’s hands clasped his hips, that big body pressing him harder against the desk. Jude rolled his hips as much as he could, desperate to get fucked hard. After a few seconds, Foster slid all the way out… and then back home. Jude moaned, loving each heavy thrust. Foster set a slow rhythm, rocking into him at a steady pace.
It wasn’t enough. On the next slide out, Jude slipped out of Foster’s arms and spun them. Jude shoved Foster against the desk until his bottom rested on the edge. He turned, his back to Foster. Aligning his body, he angled Foster’s shaft his way. Both of them groaned as he sank down again.
Now in control, he set the faster pace he craved.
Foster reached around a hip, grasping Jude’s cock. He collected some of precum leaking from the tip before stroking in time to the backwards thrusts. Jude melted into Foster’s embrace, closing his eyes and reveling in the assault to his senses.
They’d done this so many times before, but Jude wanted to pay attention to the little things he’d often overlook. The hitch in Foster’s breathing when it feltreallygood. The clawing of those fingertips keeping them linked. The musky aroma of their sweat-sheened bodies and precum lacing the air around them. The bite of Foster’s teeth on his shoulder, the hint of pain intoxicating. The caress of his lips and tongue as he kissed that pain away.
The way his body leaned into Foster, eager and needy.
The comfort of being in those strong arms and how he never wanted Foster to let go.
An orgasm built, piece by piece. Jude focused on the place where they were linked and made one. The delicious friction built as their bodies collided again and again. He neared the edge of reason, all the little things moving into place. Pressure at the base of his spine radiated out like curling tendrils through his body, coiling tighter and tighter. Sweat beaded at his brow and his nape, his back bowing as he rode Foster’s cock faster, racing towards the inky abyss.
An odd stretching sensation pulled against his hole and the next inward thrust felt…different.The drag of condom against skin was gone. He felt the subtle difference of skin-to-skin contact. Instead of stopping, he feigned ignorance. It felt too good to have Foster barebacking him.
Another broken rule.
Jude’s back bowed seconds before he shot his load, coating the hand gripping him. Foster continued to pump his fist, milking Jude’s dick for every drop. Some of his cum landed on his sandaled feet, but most fell onto the carpet between them.
Foster dragged Jude’s back against his chest, shortening their thrusts. He kissed Jude’s neck, his ear… trailing down to one shoulder. His bigger body curled around Jude, sheltering him from the coming storm. He grunted softly against Jude’s ear with every thrust, the sound growing more animalistic as the seconds passed. When he stiffened, his fingertips dug even deeper. He let out a roar before pumping his load deep inside Jude.
It was clear then that the condom was gone. Foster bred him, filling him with a thick, hot load. Jude moaned, the sensationsofucking hot. No other man had ever marked him like that. Jude doubted he’d allow another.
They slowed to a stop. Jude leaned back against him, the rapid rise and fall of Foster’s breathing making them sway. Foster wrapped both arms around him tight before kissing his ear.
