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The man pouted.

Jude smiled. “Maybe later.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Jude shook his head, chuckling.I saidmaybefor fuck’s sake.

He wandered straight ahead, into the living room. There were well over a dozen guys crowded into that area alone. Three and four guys were sharing one bottom, filling every hole they could. Those smaller groups took up the leather sectional, the small dining room table, the bar jutting out from the kitchen, and the floor, as well. There were a couple of lookie-loos, watching and jerking off from the edges of the room, too.

Jude hung at the fray, stroking his cock as he surveyed the scene. There was no Scott from what he could tell, but it wasn’t easy to see in some of the tangles. He strolled down the hall to the first of two bedrooms. There was no furniture in that room, but he did find Scott. He was jerking off with a few other guys.

Scott’s eyes widened when he caught sight of Jude. He let go of his cock and walked closer. Once Scott had moved, Jude noticed a man on his knees in the middle of the circle, blowing one guy and stroking a couple others while the rest jerked off and watched. Scott grabbed the sides of Jude’s face to give him a kiss on the lips, like they were the best, old friends, not a couple of random guys who’d hooked up at a sex party once.

“I wasn’t sure if you were still coming, babe.”

Babe? Strike one.“We were busy. I had to stay a bit late,” Jude said.

“The grind, huh?” Scott chuckled. “Quite literally for you, I suppose.”

Jude forced a smile. He rarely told people what he did for a living, so he wasn’t sure why he’d mentioned it to Scott. The familiarity somehow felt uncomfortable, but he shoved the thought aside.

Scott grabbed his hand and threaded his fingers through Jude’s. “Glad you made it. Come with me.”

Jude glanced at their bound hands but let it slide for the moment. Scott led Jude out of the bedroom and to another where three guys were using the queen bed that dominated the space. Scott shoved one of them over to give them a spot near the wall. He laid back, putting his hands behind his head while his hard-on bobbed in Jude’s direction.

“Have at it.”

Jude scoffed.Strike two.

He’d gotten no sense Scott was a lazy top the last time, but maybe he’d missed the signs. “Thereisthe need for a little foreplay.”

Scott waved to his dick. “Exactly. It won’t suck itself.”

Jude shook his head. Time for a little instruction. He climbed on top of Scott, pinning him to the bed. “I meantfor me.You wanna fuck me, you gotta put in the work. There are no free rides here.”

Scott’s eyes glittered with amusement. “Bring it on.”

Jude crawled higher and spun to face the wall, settling his ass on Scott’s face. Scott spread his cheeks apart and licked around the rim before slipping inside. Jude sighed, riding Scott’s tongue as he stroked his own shaft with a spit-filled palm.

The guy who’d opened the door appeared, standing in front of him and jerking his hard cock. “Need some help?”

“What kind you offering?” Jude asked.

The guy walked closer and grabbed Jude’s cock, stroking it.

“That really is such a gorgeous dick,” Doorman said, closing the small gap between them.

“Thanks,” Jude said, eyeing the guy’s smallish cock again.

Doorman stole a kiss, his breath tasting of cigarettes. Jude reeled back, offended by the flavor. He hated kissing an ashtray. When he swooped in for another kiss, Jude pressed a palm onto his hairy chest to stop him.

“I know a better use for that mouth,” Jude said. “Get on your knees and suck my dick.”

“Yes,sir,”Doorman said before kneeling and quickly taking Jude to the back of his throat.

Jude’s head fell back, the competing pleasures really getting his blood pumping. His lids grew heavier the more they worked his hole and cock. The air around them grew heavy and humid, the scent of sex everywhere. He caught a glimpse of a hot guy standing against the wall, stroking his dick while watching the two men get him off.

Jude trembled, shocked to find being watched so arousing. He held the spectator's gaze, riding Scott’s tongue and pumping up into the mouth of the other guy.