Page 32 of Still Bruised
“That was… fuckingamazing.”Chris trembled with an aftershock. “I’ve never been in that position before. Never seen anyone fuck that way.”
Not many tops had.
Jude rose off Chris’s cock. He lowered both legs and climbed onto the guy’s chest, aiming his cock toward those soft looking lips. “I haven’t come yet.”
Chris eyed him a second. Without another word, he licked him from tip to root and back again before suckling Jude to the back of his throat. Jude fucked Chris’s mouth a few seconds before pausing to drag a dildo from his nightstand. He slid the silicone shaft into his ass before knocking against Chris’s tonsils again.
As he slid the toy out, he fed Chris his cock. Back and forth, fucking himself and Chris’s mouth. Finally, he felt the glimmer of an orgasm spark. He pumped his hips, forcing the pace faster. Chris choked on his cock all while he plunged the toy deep.
Closing his eyes, he focused on the twin sensations. The momentum built, the fire inside rising. When he finally came, he shot off down Chris’s throat, watching him desperately trying to swallow. Some of Jude’s cum dripped from the corners of his mouth and down his cheeks. He grinned, liking the visual it made.
Finally sated, he pulled out the dildo and dropped it onto the floor beside the bed before he spun, collapsing onto his back, reveling in the afterglow of his orgasm.
“Jesus,”Chris said, lying beside him and staring at the ceiling. He rolled to his side and lifted his head, hoisted above one elbow. “I’ve never met another bottom like you.”
“That’s me. One of a kind,” Jude said with a hint of sarcasm.
Chris smiled. “I get tired of guys just lying there and making me do all the work. Guessing what they like. You tell me exactly what you want and that’s so hot.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Jude said. He rolled over and kissed Chris, grabbing the back of his head. “Thanks for the orgasm. Now get out.”
Chris chuckled. “I know the drill.”
Jude stretched his arms over his head as Chris climbed out of bed and peeled off the condom. After a little cleanup in the bathroom, Chris got dressed while Jude watched, wishing the guy would hurry up and leave. He chuckled to himself. He’d invited him over tonotbe alone… and now it’s all Jude wanted.
As he zipped up his pants, Chris lifted his gaze. “What’re you doing this weekend?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, if you’re feeling lonely, give me a shout. I could give you my phone number this time.”
“I’ll just find you on Grindr if I want another hookup.”
“I meant… maybe more than just a hookup. A hang? Dinner? Whatever?”
Jude glanced his way. Chris was okay, but he wasn’t boyfriend material. Actually,hewas the one who wasn’t boyfriendmaterial. “I’m not in the right headspace for more than random encounters right now.”
Nor might he ever be.
“Oh,” Chris said. He sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped his running shoes on, his shoulders sagging a bit. “I guess I’ll catch you around, then.”
Jude jumped out of bed and dragged on his briefs. “I’ll walk you out.”
He trailed Chris out of the bedroom and found someone sitting on his couch. A huge someone wearing a Giants jersey and a mean glare.
“You like fucking other men’s husbands?”
“Give it a break, Anton,” Jude said, pushing Chris toward the door.
Chris looked over a shoulder.“You’re married?”
“No,” Jude said while Anton said, “Yes.”
Chris stared between them, by all rights confused.
“Don’t let him lie to you,” Anton snapped, his brow furrowing deeper.
Jude glared at Anton. Anton glared back.
