Page 91 of Still Bruised
Jude wasn’t in the talking mood. If they talked too much he might decide this was all a mistake. How Foster seemed to sense that, he didn’t know—but he appreciated the comfortable silence.
Later, they climbed into bed to lie beside one another. Jude curled on his side with his back to Foster, staring out at the moon peeking in through the window.
What am I doing?
It wasn’t the first time he’d asked himself that question that night. It had been on repeat for at least an hour and he’d yet to come up with a reasonable answer.
Foster slid against him, the big spoon to his little. He always seemed to know when to distract Jude from his wayward thoughts. Too bad he also distracted him from his common sense. Whatever he’d been thinking could wait until the morning, though. Jude closed his eyes while Foster tugged him a little closer and kissed his shoulder. He rested his hand on Jude’s chest.
Just above the Jude’s unsteady heart.
“Goodnight,” Foster whispered, an air of contentment in his tone.
“Night,” Jude replied, his mouth dry.
He lay there for a long time, listening to the slow, even falls of Foster’s breath. When it was clear he was asleep, Jude forced his eyes closed, unsure if he could sleep with a man in his bed. The next time he opened them, his phone’s alarm was going off. His head lay on Foster’s chest, one arm and leg draped over the guy.
Jude stretched, shocked at how rested he felt. He lifted his gaze. The hint of a smile on Foster’s lips made him groan. “Stop smiling.”
“I’m not,” Foster fibbed while Jude leaned over and turned off the alarm.
“Yes, you are,” Jude said before returning to the same spot and snuggling again.
Foster’s heart sped a bit. He lifted a hand and ran his thumb over Jude’s lower lip. He tilted Jude’s his head up. Their eyes never left one another’s as their lips neared. The kiss that came took his breath away.
Jude rose. Before he moved to straddle Foster’s hips, he noticed the tenting of the sheet and a circle of wetness on the tip. He snatched it away and got a better look. Foster was hard and aching for him. Why waste a perfectly good hard-on?
Climbing on, Jude rubbed Foster’s shaft against the split between his cheeks, spreading precum all over his hole. Foster trembled, straining to be inside him.
“A condom?” Foster whispered.
Jude crawled over and opened his nightstand. As he rooted for a condom, he considered the last time they’d gone bare. He returned astride Foster with only lube in hand. “Your test was clear, right?”
He’d demanded it and hadn’t bothered looking at the results.
Foster nodded. “Yep.You?”
“No issues,” Jude said, coating Foster’s cock with lube. “I want you to breed me.”
Their eyes met.
“Are you sure?” Foster asked.
“Do you not want to?” Jude asked. “Or is your test not really clear?”
“It is,” Foster said. “It’s on my phone. I can find it and show you now.”
Jude had sensed the truth before the test, but he’d clearly felt the need to torment them both. He wasn’t tormenting them another second, though. He angled Foster’s thick cock against his hole and slowly impaled himself, raw.
Skin-to-skin felt amazing. Jude had never been with a man without a condom and hadn’t known just how incredible it felt.
Not until Foster.
He soon rode Foster hard, seeking the ecstasy awaiting him. Adoration burned in Foster’s eyes as he held his gaze, hands roaming down until he caressed Jude’s cock. He gripped the base and stroked the shaft in time to the thrusts inside Jude’s body.
Foster captured him in his gaze, watching closely as he experimented with the pressure of his hand. Every moan from Jude’s lips tightened his hand a bit more. The second Jude winced, Foster backed off.
No man had ever appeared anywhere close to as attentive as Foster.
