Page 20 of Still Bruised
“I shared him last time and trust me—he knows what he’s doing,” Scott told Doorman before smiling up at Jude. “He must really like two dicks inside him.”
No, I’d prefer one guy with a big dick, but I have to work with what I’ve been given.
“If you’re not up to the task,” Jude said to Doorman. “I can find someone else.”
“I’m game. I’ve just never done DP before.”
“Do what I tell you and you’ll be just fine,” Jude said, pouring lube into his palm.
“I think I love you,” Doorman whispered, grinning.
“No, you don’t.” Jude coated between his cheeks, sliding a couple fingers inside his hole for good measure. Once primed, he climbed astride Scott. After aiming Scott’s cock towards its target, he sank down, a sigh escaping his lips.
The stranger moved closer, enthusiastic. Jude put a hand behind him to delay that a moment. “Did I tell you to move?”
“Ah, no.”
“You move when I tell you.”
Doorman smiled. “Yes, sir.”
Jude rose and sank again, taking Scott’s full length. After a few seconds he rolled his hips, letting his body adjust. A few strokes in, he grabbed Doorman’s wrist and pulled him closer. “Now.”
He leaned forward to give Doorman better access. He closed his eyes as the second cock stretched him wider, sliding in along Scott’s throbbing shaft. When they were in, both tops began moving, but not at the right tempo and one slipped out.
“Stay still.I’lldo the moving,” he said over his shoulder, pressing the second cock back in. Glancing down at Scott, he said, “All you have to do is lay there and take it. Got it?”
Scott shuddered under him.“Yesssss…”
Jude pulled Doorman closer behind him, getting every inch of cock he could. “And you just… stand there.”
“Okay.”
Jude rolled his hips, coming off their cocks and back down. Their sighs and groans filled his ears as he moved. Closing his eyes, he focused on the feel of them inside him, stretching his body open, but it soon became clear that Scott hadn’t been the one who’d gotten him off the last time.
He glanced at the other trio on the bed, playing a bit of voyeur himself to help. He watched the guy being spit-roasted, his muscles straining as he did all the work. Jude rode their cocks, pressure building at the base of his spine thanks to the added visuals.
An orgasm loomed. He quickened his pace, starved for satisfaction.
It was getting harder and harder for him to find.
The two tops sharing the other bottom both came within seconds of one another. They pulled out and shot off on the guy’s stomach. Jude shuddered at the sight, racing closer to the abyss but they left the bedroom before he’d gotten to the edge.
He stared down at Scott, his lazyishtop. The guy was hot as fuck with an eighties pornstar mustache and dark good looks. He was built, all muscle and no good sense, just like he liked them. A total himbo. Not a blond himbo, thankfully. If he’d been blond, Jude might’ve excused red flags.
Another couple slid onto the bed, but Jude had locked in on something that was doing it for him. He stroked his shaft, watching Scott’s six-pack tighten with every thrust. Their eyes met, and the blue reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t recall who.
Jude’s back bowed, an orgasm slamming into him out of nowhere. He roared, cum spurting over his fist and down onto Scott’s perfect abs. Jude never slowed his motions, dragging the orgasm out as long as he could. Both tops came a few seconds after he did, one after the other.
He slowed, placing his hands on Scott’s shoulders to support his shaky limbs while he gasped for air.
“Oh shit… Jude?”
Jude’s eyes whipped open, the voice familiar.
He glanced over at the pair who’d joined them on the bed.
A big Viking motherfucker was on his hands and knees, getting railed by the big, gorgeous black man he’d rode up on theelevator with. Anton’s eyes were wide and filled with horror as he stared at Jude.
