Page 75 of Still Bruised
Foster bit his lower lip and looked ready to bolt.
“Don’t worry. I prepped before you came over,” Jude said as he tugged one of his pillows closer and rested his face on it. “Time’s a-ticking, Foster.”
Foster walked closer and knelt at the side of the bed. But then… nothing. Seconds passed, and Jude didn’t feel Foster moving behind him. He lifted his head, ready to look over his shoulder, when Foster’s hands snatched him by the hips and dragged him closer to the edge of the mattress. Jude closed his eyes and lowered his head to the pillow again, hot breath washing against his hole.
He’d assumed Foster would refuse.
He still might.
The first swipe of Foster’s tongue on his puckered flesh caused him to flinch. A gasp robbed him of air for a second. The next few tentative, barely-there licks brought shuddering moans from him. Why he reacted so intensely to cautious, unexperienced caresses, he had no idea. Skilled men hadn’t gotten half as much out of him with more.
Both of Foster’s hands went between his thighs and back up his hips, stretching his cheeks apart—exposing his hole. When Foster’s tongue speared him there, his eyes rolled back in his head. He reached down and gripped the base of his cock, pinching it to prevent himself from coming too fast.
It didn’t take long for the cautious, timid laving to shift as he grew more confident. Foster soon feasted on him, licking him up, down, and around. Jude stroked himself, collecting his leaking precum to lube his hand. Rolling his hips, he rubbed himself along Foster’s tongue while his limbs shook and threatened to give out under the onslaught. Pressure at the base of his spine grew, and his body tightening. A roar escaped him. He came so hard he saw stars, coating his hand and the blanket he’d tossed over his bed with his cum.
Foster licked him through it, holding on tight as he shook violently.
When the shaking stopped, he rolled to his side and gasped for air. An aftershock or two struck, the pleasure extreme. Foster climbed onto the bed and silently watched him, trailing gentle fingers over the back of Jude’s thigh with one hand.
Once Jude could breathe regularly again, he realized his brain hadn’t yet caught up. It was somewhere off planet, refusing to form coherent thoughts.
“Did I do okay?” Foster asked quietly.
Okay? That’s the understatement of the year, bro.“It was adequate.”
“Adequate,” Foster repeated softly, a hint of disappointment in his tone.“Okay.”
Jude rose on his elbows and eyed Foster. His gaze traveled to where Foster’s cock lay half-hard against his thigh.
He met Foster’s stare. “One down, one to go.”
Foster’s brows furrowed.
“Now we’re even.”
“Even?” Foster asked, his frown deepening.
“You came before I did, so you’ve got to give me another orgasm for the repayment.”
“You made me jerk off and then blew me. What did you expect to happen?” Foster asked.
“I can’t help it if you come at the drop of a hat.”
Foster chuckled, grinning. Why did his smile have to be so incredibly sexy? Having it turned on him was dirty pool. How was he supposed to keep his emotional distance when Foster weaponized something like that? Jude wanted to look away but couldn’t.
“You never said anything about extra orgasms if I came. You said if I did, fine,” Foster added.
“I get more than you or they don’t count.”
“And if I come again when I fuck you?”
“Who said anything about you fucking me? You could just blow me,” Jude said.
“You don’t want my dick inside you?”
Jude lifted one brow. “Why assume I do? Sex doesn’t always have to be penetration.”
Foster grunted, his cocky expression implying that he didn’t believe Jude.
