Page 76 of Still Bruised
He was right, but he didn’t need to know that. Jude wanted Foster inside him so bad he was almost ready to jump the guy.
Foster grinned. “You can’t change the rules now, you know.”
“I can, so I did,” Jude replied, challenging Foster with his gaze.
“If you want more, all you have to do is ask,” Foster said. “You don’t have to change the rules to force me.”
“I simply want what I’m owed.”
All traces of humor left Foster’s face. Hunger replaced it. He crawled closer, hovering over Jude’s body. When they were face-to-face, Foster searched his a few seconds before lowering closer, his lips inches from Jude.
“How do you wish me to service you next?”
A shiver raced through Jude.
“Would you like me to suck your cock? Or… something else?” Foster asked, his voice a rough whisper.
Jude shoved both his palms against Foster’s chest and rolled them over. He landed astride Foster’s hips. His semi-hard cock quickly grew to full staff again under Jude.
“Something else.”
He reached for the lube he’d left on the bed before Foster arrived and quickly coated himself. Once he was slick, he reached for Foster’s shaft and coated that, too. After tossing the bottle away, he guided the head into his hole and slowly sank down, inch by inch.
Foster’s shaft hit the curve before the head popped past his second hole. Jude whimpered, the deep penetration almost too much. After Foster’s cock was as deep as it could go, Jude paused, unmoving, giving his body a moment to adjust. Their eyes met, the communion of their bodies feeling so incredibly right—just like every time before that. Jude surveyed Foster under him, the muscular, god-like teenager he’d once had the crush on was still there, matured and ripened into a gorgeous, glorious man.
He’d been so desperate to come the last time they’d been together that he hadn’t taken a moment to appreciate the reality of their situation. What had started fifteen years before was finally being finished. Fumbling touches had evolved with time and experience.
Foster had been the first man he’d intimately touched. He’d been the one who’d shown Jude who he really was. In one instant, the doubts had faded, and he’d known he was gay. While the aftermath had nearly destroyed him, knowing the truth had been a silver lining to that storm cloud. Foster had been his awakening, the first whose kisses had breathed life into his world.
Their exploration had been interrupted. Desire had hibernated and finally broken free.
Foster slid his hands from Jude’s knees to his thighs, up over his hips, and onto his waist. Jude rolled his hips, slipping off and back down onto Foster’s cock. Neither of them looked away. Neither one of them blinked. Jude rode Foster long and slow, reveling in the feel of the man inside him—until he couldn’t wait another second for fast and rough.
Jude groaned at each deep, gut-rearranging thrust. Leaning down, he captured Foster’s lips, kissing him hungrily as he worked his hips. Foster took advantage, flipping them and pinning Jude under him. Jude gasped, the immediate denial rising up his throat. He choked it back, stunned by the beauty of Foster hovering over him, pinning him down and having his way. Jude lifted his legs to his chest, hooking his arms behind his knees. Foster pumped inside him, the fierce determination on his face causing Jude’s toes to curl.
The shift in power would’ve normally turned him off, yet it didn’t with Foster.
He relaxed his body, enjoying a rare moment of surrender. The curve of Foster’s cock caused him to hit Jude’s prostate with almost every single thrust. The constant pressure sent him spiraling. He gasped for air, the intensity overpowering him.
A sensation like he was orgasming hit—but instead of being focused on his cock and balls, his entire body seized with pleasure. An electric current zipped through him, his brain short-circuiting. Every thrust of Foster’s dick sent him higher, each one forcing a moan from his lips. On and on the pleasure reeled, feeling like it would never end.
He reached for his cock—but it was completely soft.
There was no cum.
“Oh, fuck…”Jude groaned as another, more powerful wave crashed over him.
His thighs trembled violently before his entire body spasmed, back bowed. Tears formed in his eyes, his heart slamming against his rib cage. Jude roared, riding the edge of heaven and hell.
“Are you… okay?” Foster asked, slowing the tempo.
All Jude could do was nod his head. He couldn’t speak other than to whisper, “Don’t stop!”
Foster obeyed his command, giving him a rougher pounding that nearly tore him apart from the waves of pleasure coursing through him. He caressed his cock, getting it hard again in no time. His strokes added to the intensity. His eyes rolled back in his head as he rode another wave.
As the tightness inside ebbed, another built. This time focused on his shaft. His balls tightened before he screamed, cum shooting from his cock. Foster followed him a few strokes later. Heat blasted inside Jude’s body, sending another tremor through him.
They collapsed together in the middle of the bed, Jude still trembling from his orgasm. Foster remained deep inside him, still hard.
