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)
“Yeah,” Shawn managed breathlessly. He wanted something, wanted more… but he wasn’t sure he could take it. He felt so tight around that one finger.
Jude moved, withdrawing a fraction, then pushing in deeper. Shawn hissed and tensed. It burned a little and he wasn’t sure he liked it, but as Jude did it again and then again, it felt better each time. Shawn bore down, his body begging for more.
But instead of giving him what he wanted, Jude pulled his finger free. He chuckled at Shawn’s whimper of protest and patted his leg. “I’m just getting the lube. That’ll make it even better.”
And he was right. If Shawn thought one spit-slick finger was good, it was nothing compared to the sensation of Jude pushing back in with two slippery fingers. The extra tightness and pressure made him gasp and panic for a moment—it was almost too much. But then Jude curled them and brushed against a place inside him that made Shawn’s whole body light up.
It was different to anything he’d ever felt. Heat pooled inside him, urgent and imperative as Jude kept rubbing carefully over that spot. Holy shit. So this was what all the fuss was about! No wonder guys liked anal; it felt fucking incredible. Jude wasn’t even touching Shawn’s cock now, and that was a bloody good thing, because he suspected that if Jude so much as breathed on it, it would be game over.
“You like that?” Jude asked, his smug smile telling Shawn that he was well aware how much he liked it. Jude just wanted him to say it for the camera, or maybe for himself.
“Fuck yes,” Shawn managed, not caring how desperate and breathy he sounded. “It’s amazing. Don’t stop!”
His orgasm was building, a wave gathering strength and momentum, poised ready to break and crash over him. But without stimulation to his cock, he couldn’t quite get there. He moaned in frustration, pulling his bound arms futilely against the back of the chair. “I want to come.” It sounded almost like a sob. “Please.”
But Jude, damn him, slowed the movement of his fingers and ran his other hand over the straining muscles of Shawn’s abs, carefully avoiding his erection, which was red and angry—pretty much like the rest of Shawn.
“Soon,” Jude said. “We’re just going to keep this going a little longer because you look so fucking fine like this. I think the guys are enjoying it as much as I am, seeing you tied up and begging so nicely.”
Jude was so calm, so in control. For a moment, Shawn wondered whether he was affected by this at all. He couldn’t see Jude’s bulge with him down on his knees, still fully dressed, but his cheeks were flushed, his pupils dark. He must be turned on—Shawn hoped he was. He hoped Jude’s cock was aching as much as his own.
Jude dipped his head and Shawn’s heart leapt, hoping he was going to suck him off again and finally let him come. But instead, Jude nuzzled his balls, breathing in deeply and murmuring, “So fucking hot, Jesus.”
Jude’s fingers inside Shawn were still now, so Shawn squeezed around them, moving his hips as much as he could, trying to fuck himself on them. Jude snapped his head back up, amusement on his face along with a hunger that gave Shawn hope. Jude moved in close, his words barely a whisper so there was no way the camera would pick them up. “God, you’re such a little slut for this. I bet you’d love it if I bent you over and stuck my cock in you, wouldn’t you? Would you let me do that, Shawn? I think you would. I think you’d beg me for it.”
The sound of Jude saying his name made Shawn hot all over. His words were so dirty, but so true. Shawn didn’t even feel ashamed for wanting that, not any more. “Yeah,” he whispered back. Not for the camera, not for show. All for Jude. “Yeah, I’d let you fuck me.” He tightened his muscles again, clamping around Jude’s fingers, and this time it was Jude who groaned.
Jude drew back so Shawn could see his face, and Shawn’s desperation was reflected back at him. And Shawn begged. “Make me come. Please.”
Jude nodded. Then he dipped his head and sucked Shawn’s cock into the slippery heat of his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue as he started to fuck Shawn with his fingers again, hard and fast and perfect.
“Oh fuck, yes.” Shawn jerked against his bindings again, his whole body straining tight. “J—I… I’m there!”
He started to come in Jude’s mouth, but Jude pulled off in time for the second spurt to paint a stripe up Shawn’s stomach. Jude’s lips were wet and parted, with come on them, and Jude licked it off as he stroked Shawn through his orgasm, teasing out every last drop until he was twitching with oversensitivity.