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)
“Did you wish it was your dick in my hole?”
Shawn stared at Jude as though mesmerised by his words. “No… I….” He took a shaky breath. “I thought about how it must feel for you. I… touched myself there, with my fingers.”
A jolt of heat seared through Jude like a lightning bolt. His cock ached, rock-hard from the conversation. “Fuck.”
“I’d never done that before, or let anyone else—but it made me come.” The confession spilled from Shawn’s lips as if he’d been holding it in and the dam had burst. “When I touched my—my hole, it made me come so fucking hard.”
“You’re killing me.” Jude realised he was gripping Shawn’s wrists so tight it must be painful. He loosened his grip and rubbed his thumbs apologetically over the skin. “Jesus Christ, Shawn. The thought of that. Fuck.” He shook his head, trying to make the fog of arousal clear, and glanced at the clock by the bed. Five minutes to go. Back to business. “So, can I use my fingers on you today?” He needed to be sure, but God, he wanted to after what Shawn had just said. He wanted to show Shawn how fucking amazing it could feel to have someone finger you, someone who knew what they were doing. He wanted to light Shawn up like nobody ever had before, to make him come harder than he’d ever come in his life.
“Yes,” Shawn said. “I want to try it.”
“Awesome.” Jude broke the tension by giving him a blinding grin, which Shawn answered with a tentative smile.
Jude was knocked sideways by a sudden urge to kiss him, which he tamped down immediately. Shawn wasn’t his to kiss. That wasn’t what this was, but Jude felt a wave of longing, wishing that things were different between them.
For now, though, he had to focus on the present. He had a job to do.
“It’s nearly time to start. Take off your hoodie and socks and sit in the chair. Have you got underwear on today?”
“No,” Shawn said.
“Good, that’s one less layer to strip you out of. I was going to keep most of my clothes on this time, if that’s all right with you? It helps set up the dynamic for the scene, I reckon, with you naked and me fully clothed.”
“Okay.” Shawn’s cheeks were still flushed and his dick was still hard. He was obviously okay with that idea.
“Cool.”
Jude busied himself on Twitter for the last couple of minutes before it was time to begin. He tweeted the link to the show, announcing it was about to start, and replied to a few fans who were waiting impatiently.
“Right. You ready to roll?” he asked. Shawn nodded. “Then have a seat.” Jude gestured to the chair and Shawn sat with his hands on his thighs, rubbing the fabric nervously. “Don’t forget. Yellow means pause, red means stop.”
“Okay.” Shawn huffed out a breath.
“Let’s go.” Jude clicked on the record button.
And they were live.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Shawn tried to relax. His body was taut as a guitar string; the merest touch would make him vibrate with sensation, humming with pleasure.
Jude sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in so the webcam could see him. “Hi there, folks.” He smiled.
Shawn wondered how he could look so relaxed. Surely he had to be feeling nervous too, even if only a little.
Messages began to pour into the chat box, greeting them and making the usual comments about how hot they were, or asking to see their dicks or their arses—even their feet. There was always someone asking for a close-up of feet.
“I have something extra special for you today,” Jude said to the camera. “Some of you might have noticed that Chris here likes it when I take charge. Well, today he said I can tie him up and have my wicked way with him. So that’s exactly what we’re going to do a little later. But first, he’s looking a little tense, so I’m going to loosen him up with a massage while you guys get tipping us.”
With that, Jude got up and moved to stand behind Shawn. Shawn watched the screen. Jude’s face was no longer visible, but most of his torso was. He put his hands on Shawn’s shoulders, a heavy weight as he pressed down and squeezed. Shawn let out a breath and forced his muscles to give under Jude’s touch.
“You’re all knotted up,” Jude rubbed and pressed through the thin fabric of Shawn’s T-shirt, seeming to know exactly where Shawn was holding his tension. “This would be easier without your shirt on, though. Can I take it off?”
“Yeah.” Shawn’s voice cracked a little. “Okay,” he added more clearly.
“Arms up.”
The casual command in Jude’s tone did things to Shawn and he obeyed immediately, already relaxing as he followed the order. It was so good to let Jude take charge and make the decisions. Shawn liked doing as he was told. Life was so much less stressful with someone else in the driving seat.