Page 65 of Still Bruised
Foster fought against the shiver that raced up his spine. Being commanded to perform sex acts wasn’t something he’d ever imagined getting turned on by, but fuck, was it hot. Maybe it wasn’t just the command, but the air of arrogant dominance Jude exuded that did the trick.
Or maybe it was just the fact it was Jude.
His original sin.
Foster slowly knelt onto the kitchen tiles, his gaze locked with Jude’s the whole time. Jude leaned back against the counter, watching him with a hooded gaze, his green eyes almost fully black from lust. Foster broke the stare and eyed the hard bulge under Jude’s jeans, gulping at the prospect. He’d had fantasies of sucking Jude’s cock, but he’d never sucked one in real life.
He had no idea what he was doing.
Foster lifted his trembling hands and worked the button undone, hoping instinct would lead him down the right path. While there was a lack of knowledge, there was no lack of desire.He pulled the zipper down slowly, peeking up as it lowered. Jude’s mouth dropped opened, his breaths coming faster as Foster came closer to freeing him. Opening the vee wider, he noticed the dark wet spot staining Jude’s gray underwear—where the head pressed firmly, seeking release.
Jude was creaming his pants at the prospect of Foster’s lips on him.
Yanking Jude’s jeans and briefs down in one firm tug, Foster got his first look. Half of Jude’s cock appeared, the head popping out and curving up toward his belly. He jerked them down more and freed the shaft completely. Foster paused a moment, unsure of what to do next. He couldn’t stop staring at Jude’s dick, the glans a deep red and leaking precum. He’d waited to touch Jude for nearly half his life, robbed by an asshole who’d gotten in their way. He leaned in and captured a some of the fluid from the head, closing his eyes as the salty-sweet flavor washed over his tongue.
A moan escaped him, and his face grew warm.
Jude grasped his chin roughly and forced his face up. He stared down at Foster, am angry scowl on his lips.
“Did I do something wrong?” Foster asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“No,” Jude snapped. “I just wanted to see how much of a cumwhore you are.”
Foster closed his eyes and licked his lips. When he reopened, Jude’s pupils were fully blown, his eyes black. He grasped the root of Jude’s cock and ran his tongue around the glans, collecting more of the precum that had leaked out.
He stroked the shaft, learning the feel of Jude in his hands. It had only taken him fifteen years to finally hold it.
“I’d wanted to do this,” Foster murmured before running his tongue across the broad head. “Last time… but didn’t get the chance.”
“No one was stopping you,” Jude muttered. “You could’ve blown me after I rode you.”
“Not the party. When we were interrupted,” Foster said. “Before I got up the nerve to touch you like you’d been touching me.”
Jude stared at him, brow furrowing.
Foster rubbed Jude’s shaft over his cheek, slapping himself with it a couple of times.
Jude’s eyes narrowed and he drew in a shuddering breath.
Foster took a few inches between his lips, rolling his tongue over it. He sucked it as deep as he could, stopping when he gagged.
Jude’s thighs shook, one hand speared through his hair. Jude twisted the strands, tugging painfully as he forced Foster to take another inch or two. Again, Foster gagged on the shaft, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He didn’t stop Jude, though. He grasped the guy’s thighs for balance and held tight, trying to relax his throat. He wanted it all, but that would take practice. Practice he was welcome to attempt, as long as Jude would let him.
Jude fucked his mouth, shoving it as deep as he could, hips rolling. Foster struggled but tried his damnedest. He had no clue if he was doing anything right. From the sounds Jude made, he sensed it might be good enough. A few thrusts after Jude grasped the back of his head, he roared, seed hitting the back ofFoster’s throat. He swallowed, but most of it ran down his chin and dropped onto his sweats.
Jude’s tangled fingers in his hair continued pulling him closer, filling his mouth with another jet of cum. When he finally let go, Foster gasped for air. As soon as his lungs stopped burning, he licked some of the leftover spunk from his lips.
In the aftermath, seconds ticked past like hours. Foster didn’t know what to do. What to say. The quiet stretched between them. Jude panted, watching him from above.
“Was that okay?” Foster finally asked, desperate to know if he’d pleased Jude.
Jude’s head rolled up, and he slowly looked down at Foster, glaring.“Was that okay?What do you think?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never blown a guy before.”
Jude’s eyes widened, mouth dropping open again. The aura of surprise faded, and Jude stood taller, an arrogant expression returning.
“I just did what others have done to me. As best I could,” Foster said. “I don’t know if I did it right.” He smiled. “I don’t want my…payments…disqualified due to my lack of experience.”
