Page 165 of Still Bruised
After they got out, he snagged the pie from the backseat and followed Jude up. The apartment was dark. Only the light over the stove was on, its illumination dim across the large space. After sliding the pie onto the small dining room table, Foster turned to eye Jude, anticipation firing every neuron.
He’d been excited before, but nothing like this. Their relationship had shifted, and he had everything to gain.
Everything to lose, too. Fear tingled at the base of his spine. Foster was terrified of making the wrong move.
Jude lingered near the stairs, watching him close, as if he was afraid, too. It was hard to tell with the shadows falling across his face, though.
There was too much distance between them. Yet neither one of them seemed willing to take the first step. It’s not like theyhadn’t made out a couple of times already that night alone—but finally being there, it was different.
“Last chance,” Jude murmured.
“For?”
“To get away,” Jude said. “Go now and it’s a clean break.”
Foster strolled across the room, taking his time. He stopped in front of Jude, capturing his stare. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”
The corners of Jude’s lips curled up.
Foster grabbed the front of Jude’s sweater and dragged him the last couple of inches until their bodies collided. He leaned down and captured Jude’s lips, ravenous. Foster’s knees nearly buckled at Jude’s sinful groan. He clutched Jude closer, rubbing his hardness against his abdomen.
Jude gently prodded him backwards, towards the bedroom. Foster was only too happy to comply. He pulled Jude along with him, refusing to let go now that he had his man in his arms. Savoring Jude’s lips, he barely noticed where he was going, relying on memory and the hope that nothing was in their path.
When the backs of his legs hit the bed, he fell back onto the mattress, taking Jude with him. Jude straddled his hips, rubbing his hard shaft against Foster’s. Luckily, the bathroom light had been left on, giving them just enough light to see where their fumbling fingers wanted to go.
With the kick of some shoes, they shimmied higher into the bed. Clothes went flying, with difficulty considering they weren’t vertical, but neither seemed willing to get out of bed. Somehow,they managed to get everything off, the comforter twisted under them.
Finally bare, Foster aligned his body against Jude, the skin-to-skin contact almost painful. He hissed, the heat leeching into him setting his body aflame. They spent what felt like hours kissing one another from head to toe, taking turns relearning one another’s bodies, yet ignoring the throbbing, aching parts that wanted touch the most.
Jude slid into the center of Foster’s thighs and finally took hold of the root of him. Foster’s body shook with violence, the grasp of Jude’s fingers almost too much. Precum leaked from him, his balls tight and full. Jude lapped around the head, collecting it, before swallowing nearly half of him in one go. He slipped a finger inside Foster’s ass, intensifying the sensation.
Foster’s hips came off the bed, a groan ripping from his lips.
Jude released his cock and squirmed up the bed, opening his nightstand. He returned with his container of lube, which he used to coat his hand before going back to work on Foster’s cock and ass. Foster had never experienced ass play before nor had he imagined he would. Not until Jude.
It didn’t take long before he understood the pleasure it could bring. Jude worked two fingers into him and explored until Foster came off the bed again, whimpering.
“There you are,” Jude mumbled after letting Foster’s cock slip from his lips. “A little higher than expected.”
“Whaaa?”Foster asked, half out of it with the fingers sliding in and out of him.
“Nothing, baby,” Jude murmured, staring up Foster’s body before sucking his cock back between his lips. “Just lie back and relax for me.”
“Okay,” Foster said on a gasp, his eyes falling closed.
They popped open a few seconds later, pleasure unlike anything he’d felt before radiating through his body. He held his breath, the promise of something bigger coming coiling inside. Jude took him to the back of his throat, coaxing those fingers in and out.
An orgasm slammed into Foster, a roar coming from his lips. He came so hard he feared he’d black out. Stars twinkled at the edges of his vision, his body so taut it just might break in two. Jude swallowed his seed, cheeks hallowed.
He didn’t break in two, nor did he black out. By the end of it, he felt like he was floating, or the earth was spinning out of control. Foster held on to the bed, fearful he might slide off of it if he wasn’t careful—not until the swirling stopped.
“How was that?” Jude asked, wiping the corner of his lips with his free hand.
“Unexpected,” Foster said before gasps for air.
Jude chuckled before sliding off the bed and walking into the bathroom.
Foster heard the water come on and the sound of Jude washing his hands. A minute later, Jude returned to the bed and slid in beside him.
