“Half-arsed? Is that how it feels so far?”
“No, that’s why I’m rooting for it not to go that way.”
He spoke without inflection, but he wanted this as much as I did. His body thrummed with need, and the current between us was so palpable my heart skipped a beat.
I stretched over him to the bedside table. Condoms and lube were in easy reach, and I made short work of sheathing my cock and slicking it. “You want poppers?”
Jude shook his head. “Nah. I like the pain.”
God, this dude was gonna kill me. Aiming for nonchalance, I shrugged and left the little brown bottle where it was, but somehow, with his gaze boring into me, I’d never felt more exposed in my life.
I grabbed Jude’s legs, jamming them wider in an attempt to make him seem as vulnerable as I felt, but was instantly distracted by how amazing he looked, poured across the white bed, dark hair everywhere, eyes hooded, his dick still wet from my mouth. The desire to split him open and drill him roared in my brain, but my body moved slower than the porno playing out in my mind. I dripped more lube onto him and pressed my cock against him, keeping a sharp vigilance for any sign of discomfort. Jude might’ve liked it rough, but I wasn’t the kind of wanker who shoved their dick home with no consideration at all.
I want to be.
But did I?
Who the fuck knew. And who cared. Right then, all I wanted was to make Jude scream.
I tried not to ponder when my desires had switched from simply getting off, to witnessing every drop of pleasure I could drag from him. Maybe he was right—I did think too much.
“Jesus Christ, man. Will you fuck me already?”
“Hmm?” I glanced down at Jude, feigning laziness as I eased home another inch. “Am I not fucking you right now? I never promised you speed.”
“I don’t give a shit what you promised. Just get inside me.”
Well, okay then. I slid all the way inside, gritting my teeth as he clenched around me so tight I wasn’t sure how I’d ever pull out. How I’d ever even want to. I pushed his legs back and hunched over him, rocking in and out of him, testing him—testing us both.
His eyes rolled for the umpteenth time, but for once not with insolence, but with a tortured moan that set me on fire. I drove a little harder, faster, spurred on by every sound he made. Heat boiled under my skin, and the pressure I’d carried since I’d opened the door to him became almost unbearable.
I needed more. Didn’t I always? But for once, the means to quench my thirst was right in front of me. I picked up the pace, and a full body tremor spread through my limbs. Skin slapped skin, and Jude growled.
“That all you’ve got?”
I gritted out a laugh. “Don’t tug on that thread, mate.”
Jude flexed his hips and wrapped his legs around my waist. “What if I already have?”
I groaned and slammed into him, driving him across the bed until he was perilously close to the edge. Red mist descended over my vision. I was measured and precise in all aspects of my life, but not this…never this. I fucked him furiously, chasing down every lightning bolt of pleasure that zinged through me. Hounding every moan and gasp from him. Because, damn, this was nothing without Jude. The challenge in his gaze faded with every sharp thrust, and beneath the bravado, he was so fucking beautiful that for long minutes I forgot about screwing myself into oblivion, and lost myself in every facet of him.
“Stop staring at me.”
“No.”
He jerked his chin, but I cut off his retort with a change in angle. Taking me impossibly deeper, he raked blunt nails down my chest. “You’re a freak.”
“I know, but I think you like it.”
Jude cried out and gripped his dick, jerking himself off in time with the brutal slam of my cock. His face changed, and his jaw fell slack. “Fuck, I’m close.”
Relief warred with disappointment. I didn’t want this to end, but I’d been on the edge of release for so long I was losing my mind.
I switched it up, ignoring his protesting groan, and ground into him, holding him in place with an unyielding grip. I’d have let him move if he’d wanted to, but he didn’t. He wanted this as much I did.
The change in pace shifted the air in the room. Urgency stole over me, and I drove inside him again and again, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Oh God.” Jude thrashed his head from side to side, all reason lost. “Yeah, that’s it. Right there.”