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)
The cooler air that hit his skin as Jude drew his shirt up and off made Shawn’s nipples tingle and tighten immediately.
“That’s better.” Jude’s hands were back, touching his skin now, warm and sure where they caressed him. He kneaded at the meat of Shawn’s shoulders, pressing his thumbs firmly into the muscle in a way that made Shawn want to groan, or maybe purr like a cat. It felt so good. He let his head fall forward, giving in to the wonderful sensation of being looked after. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, it’s amazing,” Shawn answered honestly. “So good.”
Jude kept going, squeezing a little harder.
Shawn grunted, but it was a grunt of pleasure, not pain. He lost himself for a while, closing his eyes and just feeling. His thoughts drifted away, and he barely noticed when Jude’s touch changed gear, becoming gentler and more sensual. But when Jude smoothed his hands down over Shawn’s collarbones to his chest, he abruptly came back into the moment. His nipples hardened again as Jude skimmed them with his palms, and he sucked in a breath, cock jumping in his sweats.
“You like that?” Jude’s voice was low and sexy as hell.
“Yes.”
Jude slid his hands up Shawn’s neck to tousle his hair, scratching deliciously at his scalp. Shawn made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper.
“Yeah, that’s hot,” Jude murmured. Then he added more loudly, as though wanting to make sure the mic picked it up, “You’re turning me on with those little sounds you make. Reminds me of how you sound when I suck your dick.”
Jude moved closer, and Shawn could feel the hardness of his erection against his shoulder. Shawn moaned again, shifting in his seat. Without thinking about what he was doing, he put a hand on his cock and squeezed himself through his clothing.
“Oh no you don’t,” Jude said immediately, pulling Shawn’s arm back and pinning it behind him. “That’s mine.”
Just like that, all Shawn’s tension was back, but in a good way. It crackled like static, making his skin tingle and his dick throb. Jude’s grip on his wrist was tight and punishing and perfect. “Please,” he said hoarsely.
“Please what?” Jude’s voice was silky-smooth. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Shawn swallowed, aware they were being watched by hundreds of strangers. He felt wanton, desperate, with an edge of shame about being so needy. But the shame acted like tinder to the flames of his arousal. “Tie me up so I can’t touch myself. Then do it for me. Touch my cock. Get me off.”
“Fuck yeah. Yeah, okay.”
Jude moved around into Shawn’s line of vision, erection tenting his sweats and his face flushed; he was clearly as into this as Shawn was. Shawn felt relief at that, and pride, glad that Jude wanted him as much as he wanted Jude. His gaze snagged on Jude’s bulge and his mouth flooded with saliva as he imagined taking it in his mouth. He wanted it, badly, but he wasn’t brave enough to ask for it. He didn’t want a camera running for his first time sucking another guy’s dick.
Jude picked up a plain white pillowcase from his desk and moved around behind Shawn again. Speaking to the camera he said, “I don’t own any cuffs or rope, and I didn’t have time to buy any, so we’re improvising today.” Behind Shawn’s back fabric rustled. “Give me your hands.”
Obediently, Shawn put both arms behind the back of the chair and Jude slid two loops of material over them. Jude made an adjustment that drew the loops tight, tying Shawn’s wrists together firmly. “How does that feel?”
Shawn tested the binding. It was snug. He couldn’t work his hands free, but it was still comfortable. He could probably stand and lift his arms over the chair back if he wanted to get away, but he wasn’t going to—he was happy where he was. Having his wrists tied just meant he couldn’t touch himself no matter how impatient he got or how much Jude teased him. That realisation gave him a thrill. Jude was in charge and Shawn had to take whatever Jude gave him. “Feels good.”
Jude moved around to stand in front of him again. “You okay?” His expression was serious. Shawn nodded. “Sure you want to do this?”
Shawn nodded again. “Yeah,” he managed. His throat was dry with anticipation.
“Okay, remember. Red if you want to stop.” Jude nudged his legs apart and then dropped to his knees between them.
He started by stroking Shawn’s chest and stomach. Jude’s hands were warm and left delicious tingles of sensation as he focused on Shawn’s nipples with his fingertips, teasing them back to hardness again. He pinched them lightly and Shawn jerked; his hands held by the fabric hit the back of the chair. The reminder that he was bound and helpless made his cock ache. He was already painfully hard, wet and sticky against the inside of his sweatpants, and Jude hadn’t even touched him there yet.