Page 43 of Still Bruised
Sad, but true.
Jude struggled to stand, his legs boneless. The stranger reached for the base of his cock and held the condom in place as Jude rose higher. After snagging one of the hand towels stacked on the back of the couch and laying it down, he rolled and collapsed on his bottom, still laboring to get enough air into his lungs.
The stranger said something, but his heart galloped too loudly to hear it.
He got up and left Jude without a backwards look.
Don’t leave me yet…
Shit…
Jude reached for one of the boxes of wet wipes he’d seen scattered about. Before he could wipe his dick off, a man stepped between his splayed legs.
Offering him an unopened bottle of cold water.
Glancing up, he saw it was BD. He grinned and took it, the cool drops of condensation rolling over his fingertips. Not only was he an amazing lay but he was a considerate top, too? If so, he was rarer than a fucking unicorn.
“Thanks,” he said, his voice raised a bit over the noise around them.
As Jude gulped down half the bottle, the top sat beside him. He snatched the wipe in his hand and wiped the cum off Jude’s cock before doing the same to his own. When he’d tossed the mess into a can at the end of the couch, he took the bottle in Jude’s hand. He drank a bit himself, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
He passed back the small amount left before moving his lips beside Jude’s ear. “Need another?”
“I’m good,” Jude replied. “Thanks.”
“No… thank you. That wasamazing,”the guy said before nuzzling his neck for a moment.
Jude’s eyes fell closed and for one second, he contemplated asking if the guy was hungry. Maybe go out to the island and chat, waiting for a second wind? No way was he done with that cock.
He chuckled inwardly, sounding like a stupid lovesick puppy. Popping finger sandwiches and caviar like the motherfucking King of England seemed quite anti-climactic in the aftermath of being completely wrecked.
“Hopefully I’ll see you around,” the man said against his ear before offering another kiss.
Jude spun and pressed his lips against the man’s, needing a proper kiss before he was gone. “Yeah. Maybe.”
Their eyes met in the low, red light. Jude cursed it again, angry he couldn’t see as much as he wanted to. For some reason, he needed to know their shade. Big Dick smiled at him before rising. He patted the inside of Jude’s knee before sauntering away.
Fuck, he’s even got a nice ass.
A man slid beside him on the couch, filling BD’s space. No one was going to fill BD’s place for the rest of the night. Maybe not the rest of the year. New guy snatched the back of Jude’s head and forced a kiss. His mouth tasted of that funky cheese. Jude pushed him away, pissed.
“You’re supposed to ask permission, asshole,” Jude said.
When he looked back toward the door, BD was gone.
Am I really going to let the best lay of my life walk away without asking for his name and number?
Jude launched himself off the couch, desperate to find BD before he possibly left. He’d never asked a stranger for their digits and wasn’t even sure that was completely kosher, but what the fuck? He wasn’t letting ‘rarer than a unicorn’ go without trying.
Outside the room, the brighter light hurt his eyes. Jude narrowed them, scanning the living room and kitchen. He smiled when his gaze landed on a set of broad shoulders with a nice ass, almost sure that was BD. Eyes acclimating, he noticed the tousled dirty blond hair.
Anton’s going to give me shit for that.
Well, I like what I like.
A few steps away, another guy sidled up beside BD.
“Hey,Foster… how’d it go?”
