Page 67 of Still Bruised
The foil wrapper was ripped open, and Jude slid the condom down Foster’s cock with practiced ease. After swiping a palmful of lube up and down Foster’s shaft, he coated himself, their eyes locked the whole time.
Foster dragged in a breath, his chest tight. He grew more and more desperate—as if he hadn’t come just minutes ago—waiting as Jude fingered himself, just out of reach. Jude’s head rolled back, his body writhing as he touched himself. He moaned, seemingly enjoying his solo play.
Was he tormenting Foster? So close, yet so far away… he shook with the need to snatch Jude and drag him into bed.
Jude bent and used Foster’s t-shirt to wipe his fingers clean before tossing it back to the floor. Finally Jude closed the gap and climbed on top of him. He positioned himself, pushing Foster’s hand away so he could stroke the shaft again. The head of Foster’s cock soon rested against Jude’s opening. Foster’s hips strained to move, impatient.
“Ready?”Jude asked, his voice raspy and rough.
“Please,”Foster pleaded, needing to be inside him again.
“Are you a needy boy?”
Foster sucked in a breath. “Yes…”
Jude was unhurried, and it drove Foster mad. He sank down on Foster’s shaft so slowly that it could only be classified as torture. Once a couple of inches were in, Jude rose and pulled almost all the way off before sliding back down and taking more on the next plunge. It felt like hours before Jude finally had him to the hilt.
Jude trembled above him. “God, you just hit that second hole just right.”
“Second hole?”
“You really are a babe in the rainbow woods, aren’t you?” Jude asked him, scowling. He lifted off Foster and came back down. “Google’s your friend. Look it up after I’m gone.”
“Yes, sir,” Foster replied.
Jude’s gaze flicked to his. “I’m going to be stuck teaching you how to be a proper top, aren’t I?”
Foster cringed. Was he that bad at fucking? “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
Jude searched his face. “You will, won’t you?”
Foster nodded, earnest. He wanted Jude pleased.
They held one another’s gaze as Jude rolled his hips slowly. Slow swiftly accelerated towards rapid. Foster held on to Jude’s hips as he rode him hard and fast, their bodies slamming together. The sound of skin slapping, their moans, and his cock driving into Jude’s body filled the small apartment, the chorus sending Foster higher.
Foster looked up at Jude and watched what appeared to be pleasure rolling over his face. Jude’s eyes closed tight, his mouth open on a long moan. The moans that came after that punctuated nearly every thrust. His eyes flipped open, and Jude surveyed him from his lofty spot.
His head moved as his gaze appeared to trail over Foster’s arms and back to his chest. Down, his head rolled as he ran both palms over Foster’s abs. His hand was a blur as he stroked himself, double time measured against the thrusts down Foster’s cock.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Jude muttered.
Jude’s back bowed, and a roar came from his lips. Head falling back, he came again, shooting a hot load over Foster’s chest. Two thrusts later and Foster came, growling as he filled the condom, his fingertips dug into Jude’s hips.
Their bodies slowed until Jude collapsed on top of him.
Foster gripped the base of the condom and slowly rolled them both over, laying Jude beside him. He withdrew and lay back, staring up at the whirling ceiling fan. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he dragged air into his burning lungs and settled into thelovely haze of the afterglow. His lids grew heavy as his breathing returned to normal.
A smile came to his lips. Jude had called him hot.
At least there was mutual attraction.
Before he drifted off, he forced himself out of bed and discarded the condom in the bathroom. He wet a clean washcloth to wipe his cock and chest down. He rinsed it and returned to the bed. Without a word, he wiped Jude’s cock and balls before rolling him to the side to clean up the leftover lube left behind.
Jude’s eyes narrowed but seemed less in anger and more in what appeared to be fatigue. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“You didn’t have to,” Foster said before tossing the washcloth on top of his dirty t-shirt. He lay back beside Jude and met the guy’s gaze. “I didn’t hear many instructions. Should I assume I did okay this round?”
Jude didn’t answer him.
