Page 74 of Still Bruised
Jude’s first instinct was to pinch the base of Foster’s cock and deny him, but he thought better of it. He released the shaft with a pop and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue. GrippingFoster’s dick, he pumped his fist until cum splashed along his tongue… and lips… and chin.
Foster came with a heavy groan, watching through hooded eyes. His entire body trembled, hips jerking.
When the last of the tremors seemed to pass, Jude closed his mouth and licked his lips, savoring Foster’s salty-sweet flavor. Foster stared down at him, breathing in deep gasps. A thin sheen of sweat made his body shine golden and godly. Jude slid his hands down to Foster’s strong thighs. Trembling aftershocks shuddered under the skin there.
Jude slowly rose, his mouth and chin still messy. He collected a little more with his tongue before giving his next command.
“You made a mess. You better clean it up.”
Foster nodded and walked past him toward the kitchen.
“With your tongue,”Jude added.
Foster froze for a second. He spun and slowly walked closer, stopping when he stood directly in front of Jude. Their bodies almost touched, but not quite. Jude lifted his gaze ever so slightly, looking up at the heaving, hulking man and waiting for the touch he suddenly feared might bring him to his knees.
Jude held his breath when Foster leaned closer. He tipped Jude’s face up with a gentle thumb under his chin and slowly lowered his head. His tongue swiped over his lips, gathering any leftover seed and washing it away. He did the same over Jude’s chin, lapping up his mess, and then trailed down over his neck.
Closing his eyes, Jude dropped his head back. Foster continued the tongue bath, licking a hot path down the center of Jude’s neck. His hands came up and gathered Jude’s head, stilling him.
Jude was too far gone to complain.
Foster lifted his head, cradling Jude’s. Their eyes met seconds before Foster captured his lips. Jude groaned against Foster’s tongue, the kiss breaking him and his control. He wrapped his hands around Foster’s waist, tugging the man closer as their mouths clashed.
Wait, wait, wait…
Jude shoved Foster back, halting the illicit kiss. “No kissing. I thought I made that clear.”
His lips throbbed, bruised and tender from Foster’s onslaught. He wanted another, the rules be damned.
“You looked like you wanted one,” Foster murmured.
“Follow the rules,” Jude hissed. “If you want to kiss something so bad, you can kiss my ass.”
Foster scoffed, a wry smile on his lips. “Okay.”
Jude pulled his shirt out of his jeans and up over his head. “I’m serious.”
An odd look crossed Foster’s face.
“Let me guess. You’ve never eaten ass, either,” Jude said as he kicked off his running shoes.
Foster shook his head, eyes a bit wide. “No, I have not.”
“Well, get ready, golden boy. You’re about to pop that cherry tonight.” He undid his jeans and walked toward his bedroom.
Only, Foster didn’t follow. He lowered his jeans and briefs in one tug and kicked out of them before dragging off his socks. “Are you coming?”
Foster appeared in the doorway seconds later.
“I shouldn’t have had to ask.”
“You didn’t tell me to follow you.”
Jude scoffed. “I think it was clear I wanted you to follow.”
“I’ve already gotten yelled at twice tonight for assuming you wanted me to do something. I didn’t want a third strike.”
Jude grinned. “Well, then let me make my expectations perfectly clear. You’re going to rim me until I come.” He climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees, back bowed slightly, and his ass in the air. “Get to work.”
