Page 73 of Still Bruised
Just sex. Nothing more.
Foster wandered closer and stopped a few inches from Jude. He reached for the clasp on Jude’s jeans.
Jude backed up, brushing Foster’s hands away. “I didn’t tell you to do that.”
“I’m trying to completethe taskyou demanded of me.”
Ineedto regain control.“You do as I say. Not what you want.”
“Last time, you told me to get on my knees and suck your cock,” Foster said. “I was going by that.”
The image of that had been replaying in Jude’s mind for two weeks—and had gotten him off countless times already. “That was last time. This is this time,” Jude said. He took another step back from Foster, needing distance before he lost his mind. “Take your clothes off.”
Foster didn’t move for a few seconds. He stood silently, staring at Jude, electricity crackling between them. Jude held his breath, waiting for Foster to do his bidding—or refuse. Finally, he peeled his hoodie over his head, his t-shirt riding up and baring his tight abdomen dusted with golden hair.
Jude sat on the couch, crossing one leg over and draping an arm along the back of it in an attempt to appear unaffected—when he was most definitely affected. How could he not be? Foster continued to strip down, baring inch after delectable inch.
It wasn’t simply his nudity that had Jude’s blood pumping. It was his willingness to do what Jude commanded. It was the power he seemed to hold over the man.
Full possession.
Once Foster was naked, Jude surveyed the sight, pleased to see him already growing harder. That, too, added to his enjoyment. Foster was not only willing, but surrendering appeared to get him off.
How far could Jude push him?
“Masturbate.”
Foster’s gaze flicked to his. Shock shone in his eyes.
“Do you have a problem following my commands?”
“No,” Foster replied softly. He rubbed his palms on the sides of his thighs, clearly nervous. “I’ve never jerked off while someone sat and watched.”
“There’s a first for everything,” Jude said. He waved a hand toward Foster. “Get on with the show.”
Foster glanced around. “You’re not filming this, are you?”
“Shit!Why didn’t I think of that? That’san amazingidea.” He took out his phone and opened the camera, hitting record. “Come on. Stroke that big dick of yours. Show me how you get yourself off, Foster.”
Foster remained motionless for a few seconds before his chin rose arrogantly, and his hand moved to his cock. He slowly caressed himself, gaze locked with Jude’s. He grew larger, getting harder and harder by the stroke.
“Spit in your palm,” Jude instructed, his own cock pressing painfully against the inside of his jeans. He’d heard the breathlessness in his voice and hoped Foster hadn’t.
Foster did as ordered. He soon grew bigger than one hand could really handle. A heavy bead of precum slid out, and the droplet rolled down until it hung low from the tip. Jude fought the desire to walk over and capture that drop with his tongue.
“That’s a whole lot of dick there. Maybe you should use both hands.”
Foster added another palm above the first, stroking them together down the length. He held Jude’s gaze as he worked his big meat, eyelids growing heavier and heavier with lust. Jude could almost feel every one of those caresses on his own cock, remembering Foster’s touch the last time they’d been together. Although he was sitting completely still, Jude’s temperature rose. Beads of sweat formed at his nape. His entire body soon throbbed, the need to join Foster growing painful. How was he supposed to sit there and not touch that amazing body?
“Time for a closeup,” Jude whispered, rising to his feet and walking closer. He angled his phone, ensuring the video stayed on Foster’s cock. He centered the head in on the screen and watched as another thick bead escaped.
Fuck that’s hot.
Jude’s phone clattered on the floor when he leaned in to capture the bead before it fell, wasted. He knelt and suckled the head into his mouth, running his tongue around the head to sample more seed.
Foster trembled under Jude’s touch, a moan escaping him. He strained beside Jude, muscle and sinew taut. Jude placed one palm against those sexy abs, and they clenched tighter under his touch. The light fur around Foster’s navel tickled his over-sensitized skin. He circled his tongue around the glans, sucking it like a lollipop before drawing as much length as he could fit.
“Fuck…oh fuck… I’m c— I’m coming,” Foster stammered.
