Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
But Jude had taken him at his word when Shawn had asked him to slow down. He moved his hand to cup Shawn’s balls instead, testing the weight of them in his palm and squeezing lightly. Then he stopped. “This isn’t very comfortable for me. Let’s change this a little. You try lying back against the headboard. Prop yourself up on some pillows so the guys can still see your face as well as the goods.”
Shawn complied while Jude rearranged the laptop so they’d both still be in shot. Then he got onto the bed and kneeled astride Shawn’s legs.
“That’s better.” Jude wrapped his hand around Shawn’s erection again and ran his thumb over the slit, smearing precome around.
It was better for Shawn like this. Comfortable and relaxed, he was able to focus on the sensation of Jude’s hand. The view was good too. Jude loomed over him, big and strong. The weight of him on Shawn’s thighs, the scratch of his leg hair, everything about him screamed male and Shawn found he was completely okay with that.
Jude stroked him slowly, lightly, with tantalisingly not enough pressure. But that was perfect because Shawn was so close to the edge.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Jude’s hand slowed. “You okay?”
“Yeah, don’t stop. It’s good.”
“Don’t be afraid to make some noise. I think the people watching would like to hear you.”
With that permission—and knowing that Dev was round at Ewan’s tonight, so nobody would overhear—Shawn stopped holding back. He didn’t need to be embarrassed to show how much he was enjoying this; he could always pretend he was putting it on for the camera.
At the next slide of Jude’s hand, he let out a little moan and shifted his body, trying to thrust into Jude’s fist, but Jude’s weight kept him pinned. Shawn liked that too, the feeling that Jude was strong enough to hold him down, to make him keep still and take it.
“You need to be patient.” Jude’s smile was dirty and his grip tightened.
Something cool touched Shawn’s thigh and he looked down to see that Jude’s cock was leaking precome, connecting them with a glistening strand. Without pausing to think about what he was doing, he reached down and caught it on his finger. Jude’s cock jerked.
“You wanna taste it? I dare you.”
Shawn never backed down from a challenge. He held Jude’s gaze as he put his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. Jude’s eyes burned into him, dark and hungry and an answering heat curled in the pit of Shawn’s belly.
“You’re pretty eager for a straight boy.”
I’m not straight.
As soon as the words formed in Shawn’s head, he knew them to be true. He wasn’t straight. He’d never been straight. He enjoyed sex with women, but he’d used that as a shield because he hadn’t wanted to admit he was attracted to guys too. But with Jude pinning him to the bed and the taste of him on his tongue, he had nowhere to hide from his desire any more. He wasn’t quite ready to say it out loud though. Instead he raised his eyebrows and said, “So, are you gonna blow me, or what?”
“Getting desperate?” Jude gave him a dirty grin.
“Just looking forward to experiencing those awesome skills you told me about.”
“Right, then.”
Jude adjusted his position, kneeing Shawn’s thighs apart so he could settle between them. He glanced sideways quickly, which reminded Shawn they were still on camera. Shawn turned his head too and paused to admire the picture they made. They looked good together, and the sight of it made Shawn even hornier.
“You ready for this, guys?” Jude asked the camera. “I think Chris is.”
Shawn looked at the chat window.
Fuck yeah.
Str8 dick FTW.
Blow his mind.
Wish I cd taste him.
Then the wet heat of Jude’s mouth closed around the tip of his cock and Shawn lost the ability to read or think about anything other than what Jude was doing to him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, curling his hands into the duvet to stop himself reaching for Jude’s hair. “Yeah, suck it.”
Jude obliged and Shawn turned his attention away from the screen to his own personal live porn show that was going on between his thighs. Jude’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked Shawn deep and flicked his gaze up to meet Shawn’s own. He bobbed up and down a few times, gagging a little as Shawn hit the back of his throat.
Shawn lost all track of time as Jude played his body like an instrument. He seemed to know instinctively when Shawn was getting close, and he often backed off before Shawn needed to warn him. After the first couple of times that happened, Shawn lost any residual self-consciousness and forgot they were being watched. His focus narrowed down to the ache in his cock and the burning need to come. Every time the chance was snatched away from him, he drifted a little farther from reality.