Page 42 of Still Bruised
“Oh fuck,”the guy riding him gasped before lifting one more time and back down. “Yeah,that’swhat I needed.”
Foster felt a pop, and the tightness around the head loosened when he was in all the way to the hilt. They came together like the key to a lock. The sounds around Foster quieted for a moment, a low hum in his ears and the pounding of his heart the only thing he heard. He sank his fingertips into the guy’s hips, the intense pleasure making his eyes roll back in his head.
So this is what heaven feels like.
Jude pressedhis hands on either side of Big Dick’s head as he sank lower onto that incredible cock. As soon as he’d seen it, he latched on with his mouth, ready to claim his prize for the nightbefore it walked off. No way was that one getting away from him. Size queen? He preferred sizeking.He liked them big, so he could really feel it.
Oh, did he fucking feel it.
He rose a bit more and sank again. The head pressed past his second hole again, and he gasped, whimpering.
Only his toys did that to him. No man had ever.
A real one that could go that deep? BD was a fucking unicorn. One that filled him just right. His thighs shook when he lifted and came down again, for the first time unsure if he had the strength to ride a guy and lead. The desire to submit shivered through him, but he pushed that aside.
He surrendered to no one.
And this was no place for him to completely lose control, either. He paused, allowing himself a second to calm down. Sucking in a deep breath, he reveled in the feel of that cock spearing him deep.
Jude stared down at what he imagined was a handsome face from the firm jaw and roman nose he could see. Fucking masks and low red lights made it hard for him to get off. He enjoyed looking into a sexy man’s eyes to see the pleasure he wrought.
At least he could see the body and this one was a fine enough specimen. He was big. Maybe as tall as Anton. Taller than Jude’s six feet, for sure. And he had a tight body. Just the right amount of muscle without being too bulky. Sure, Jude could be a shallow asshole, but that’s what pushed his buttons.
This guy pushed every single one… and then some.
His legs still shaking, he had to extend the pause. When he thought he’d regained control, Jude rolled his hips. His eyes fell closed from the pleasure radiating through him. Jude wasn’t rushing this one. He slowed down and savored the feel of that cock inside him. Pressing his palms against the guy’s chest, Jude smiled when he felt the rapid beating of a heart. He might not see the pleasure, but maybe he could read it there in the pulse jumping against his fingertips.
Jude leaned in for a kiss, sampling the man’s mouth briefly. He reared back, shocked at his behavior. Guys kissed him, if that was their thing, and he allowed it, but never initiated. There was an intimacy in kissing, deeper than that of sharing a body.
Kisses were for those you cared about. Those you loved.
Not random fuck partners.
Yet Jude couldn’t help himself with this stranger. Their lips met again, and Jude tasted a hint of spearmint. He grinned to himself, appreciating a clean mouth, and went in for another. Their kisses were just as languid as his hips rolling over BD’s cock.
BD’s hands roamed his body, teasing and tempting. His hands seemed practiced, the exploration closer to adoration. BD was learning his body.
When Jude’s back bowed at the tweak of a nipple, the man’s fingers stayed there, tormenting it. He leaned forward and circled it with his tongue before biting down, leaving teeth marks behind. His moans were noticed and the acts that caused them repeated.
Jude closed his eyes, his head falling back. Not only did BD have the perfect cock, but he paid attention, which was almost better. He didn’t need to give instructions or make demands.
The languid fucking soon gave way. The need to orgasm screamed in Jude’s veins. Quickening his pace, he rode the wave, going to a place he hadn’t been in a long, long time. Every neuron fired, his body riding the tight edge between pleasure and destruction. He never wanted it to end but feared he’d combust if he didn’t come. Heat spread through his body, dreamily sprawling and gamboling, filling up all the dark places until he struggled for air.
Intense pressure formed at the base of his spine, threatening to drown him. Still, he forged on, bouncing on the guy’s cock and ready to plunge into the deep, dark sea. The people and noise around him faded. It was only the two of them, two powerful bodies seeking salvation only found in the flesh of another.
Their lips met again, their bodies tethered to one another in a way Jude had never known before. Starved for connection,thisis what he’d been seeking. Each slam of their bodies made them one. It was communion. Worship unlike anything Jude knew before.
A thin sheen of sweat coated them both, their bodies slick against one another. When his cock slipped from Jude, he sobbed from the loss of it and quickly urged the shaft back where it belonged. Time bent and shifted. It might’ve been fifteen minutes. It might’ve been hours. All he knew was he wanted to stay in that moment forever.
White light burst behind his eyes the second a massive orgasm slammed into him. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over him and a roar rose from his throat. He couldn’t breathe, his bodyviolently shaking as his seed erupted between their sweat-slickened bodies. And then he was floating, a calm coming over him, pure and distinct.
Jude had heard people calling great sex a religious experience, but he’d never quite got to that level. He suddenly understood what they meant. He saw the heavens, the earth, and the stars spinning in his vision.
Then he was dragged, gasping, back into his body, his lungs burning and empty. The man under him stiffened and roared, coming into the condom separating them. Jude almost wished they hadn’t used one so he could feel the man’s cum dripping out of him afterwards. Considering he’d penetrated the second hole, it was best he’d been wearing one.
Jude melted against the man, shaken. He didn’t want to move.
Reality was that this was just some stranger with a perfect dick. A man he’d likely never see again.
