Page 19 of Still Bruised
His balls tightened, full and heavy.
Scott pulled his tongue away. Before he got yelled at, he slipped a couple of slickened fingers inside, stretching Jude’s hole. Scottworked in and out, rubbing up against his prostate a few times, but clearly not realizing it because he missed more than he hit. Jude moaned a little louder when Scott got it right, but he didn’t seem to get the hint.
“Fuck,”Jude muttered, frustrated. “Move your fingers to the left.”
Scott did as he was told, and Jude moaned at the sensation.
“Did you hear that?” Jude asked him.
“Yeah. I heard it,”Scott said, looking pleased with himself.
“I shouldn’t have to draw you a map. Pay attention and hit the mark,” Jude snapped.
Scott grinned. “Bossy brat.”
“No brat here,” Jude growled. “Get busy.”
Scott did better after being instructed. Jude had no qualms telling someone what to do, but for once, he’d love to find a guy who paid attention to him and his body without needing constant critique.
Focusing on their mouths on him, he ignored the hint of irritation brewing.
He might’ve needed a map, but once he found the X on it, Scott was doing a better job.
Okay, maybe he’s notcompletelylazy.
Jude writhed between them, a thin sheen of sweat soon coating his body as the pressure mounted. He got closer and closer to the edge, losing himself to the pleasure.
When Scott tapped his hip, Jude looked over his shoulder.
“Ride me, baby,” Scott said.
Jude wasn’t taking orders. “You gotta earn it. Get back to work.”
Scott’s fingers returned, an additional one joining the other two. Jude shivered, the stretching exactly what he needed. He shoved his fingers through the hair of the man sucking his cock and tugged the strands harder. “Is that all you got?”
Doorman sucked harder and faster, eager to please. He sighed, rolling his hips between the two men.
He glanced at the guy watching them. “You like what you see?”
The guy gasped when spoken to. His hand sped, soon only a blur. It only took a few seconds before he trembled and came, shooting his load on the floor. He collapsed against the wall and sighed before he walked out and didn’t look back.
Well, shit. He could’ve shown some appreciation.
Jude tugged the guy’s head off his dick and climbed off Scott’s face. He reached into the side pocket of his backpack and pulled out two condoms and a small bottle of lube.
“Strap on,” he said, tossing a condom to both.
“I prefer bare,” Doorman said.
Jude glared. “I don’t do unprotected.”
Doorman stared a moment, appearing like he might argue—but eventually he shrugged and ripped open the pack. “Can I at least go first since I’m being a good boy?”
“It’ll be easier if I get him in first and then you can slid in behind.”
“You’re taking both of us?” Doorman asked, a wicked little grin on his face. “At the same time?”
“Both,”Jude replied, lifting a brow, waiting to see his reaction. “Is that a problem?”
