Page 64 of Still Bruised
Jude ambled closer. “And there you were, jumping right into the fray. With me of all people.”
Foster silently met his stare.
Jude quickly closed the gap between them. Foster stood a bit straighter, his hands coming up as if to be ready to defend himself. Instead of another sucker punch, Jude grabbed Foster’s big cock through his gray sweatpants.
Foster was semi-hard already.
Jude massaged his shaft, getting him even harder. It didn’t take much. A couple of strokes and that monster throbbed in his hand.
Foster’s chin rose as he looked down into Jude’s face. His pupils widened, and his breath came quicker, the rise and fall of his chest noticeable.
“As I said… you caused me tremendous pain. Now you owe me,” Jude said as evenly as he could. Inside, he was a fucking mess. He hoped like hell Foster couldn’t tell.
Foster trembled against Jude, suggesting he was feeling a bit messy himself.
Jude squeezed Foster’s shaft harder. “This is mine now. My personal play toy. I can use it whenever I want,howeverI want… until either your debt is paid, or I get bored of you. Just so we’re clear, it’ll probably be the latter… because your tab is pretty fucking high. It would take an eternity to pay down.”
Foster remained silent but didn’t push Jude away, either. His lids grew heavier the longer Jude stroked him.
“Be glad you were born with a dick like this, or you might not be given a chance to redeem yourself.”
Foster closed his eyes, his head falling back.
“Look at me,” Jude commanded.
Foster’s eyes popped open. He met Jude’s stare.
“I’m not asking for a relationship. We’re not going on dates. I don’t want to get to know you. I don’t want to like you. You simply owe a debt, and this dick of yours is picking up the tab. We clear?”
Foster nodded.
“We keep the conversation on task and to a minimum. No kissing, unless I want it. No cuddling after. No sleepovers. I get off, and we part ways. If you come too, good for you. If not, you’ve always got your hand after I’m gone.” Jude continued tostroke, harder and harder as he spoke. “This is about me and me alone.My needsbeing met.”
Foster stiffened, his back bowing. He roared. Cum shot all over Jude’s hand and his sweatpants.
Well, fuck. I was hoping for his first payment tonight.
Another disappointment.
Jude walked to the sink and washed his hands, irritated he’d let that go sideways so quickly.
A few seconds ticked by on the overhead clock, which was, of course, decorated with another fucking goose.
Foster walked up behind him. “When do I make my first payment?”
Jude dried his hands and spun to face Foster. His eyes dipped. Foster was still rock hard, the front of his cum-stained sweatpants tented. He fought a smile, pleased he’d get what he wanted after all. But Foster didn’t need to know that.
He scowled. “You weren’t supposed to come before I did.”
Foster lifted a brow. “Next time don’t look at me like you were while stroking my cock and telling me how you’re planning to punish me.”
“A sadist, are you?”
“I don’t know what I am,” Foster whispered. “But I sure would like to find out.”
The‘with you’at the end wasn’t said but felt really fucking implied. Or maybe that was just in Jude’s mind. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”
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