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)
Jude realised that if this was going to happen, he had to take charge. Shawn was never going to make the first move. That was okay. Jude could do this. He liked being in control. Shawn liked him being in control.
He moved forward slowly, right into Shawn’s space until their toes were nearly touching. Standing this close, Shawn had to look up at him. Shawn was physically more powerful, but Jude had a couple of inches on him in height. He wondered how that felt to Shawn, to be looking up at someone who was about to kiss him.
He took Shawn’s face in his hands and held his gaze, giving him a final chance to pull away. Finally he leaned in and pressed his lips to Shawn’s.
At first Shawn was frozen, his lips soft but unresponsive, arms limp by his side. But then Jude kissed him again, parting his lips and using his tongue lightly as though asking Shawn for permission. It was as though he’d unlocked something, because Shawn melted into him, opening his mouth and becoming an active participant. He put his hands on Jude’s hips and pulled him closer, giving as good as he got as they explored each other’s mouths.
Arousal built slowly but steadily, ramping higher with each touch of Shawn’s tongue, each rasp of their stubbled chins. When Shawn slid his hands down and gripped Jude’s arse, tugging him close, Jude felt Shawn’s erection against his own and moaned into the kiss.
He moved his hands down to Shawn’s waist, sliding them up the back of his T-shirt he stroked over the smooth, warm skin. Shawn’s muscles shifted as he squeezed Jude’s arse more tightly.
Wanting more, Jude broke the kiss and tugged on Shawn’s T-shirt. “Can I?”
Shawn answered with a smile and lifted his arms up. Jude drew the T-shirt over his head and then stripped out of his own. Shawn’s gaze dropped to Jude’s chest, and his eyes were hot and hungry. He ran a tentative hand over the sprinkling of dark hair there and then brought it up to curl around the back of Jude’s neck, guiding him down for another kiss.
Desire made Jude’s legs weak as more blood rushed to his dick. He didn’t want to rush Shawn, but suddenly being horizontal was a necessity. He broke away from Shawn’s lips, gasping as he latched onto his neck instead and sucked. Fuck. He was so enthusiastic.
“Bed?” Jude managed.
Shawn grunted something that sounded like agreement, but he seemed reluctant to stop kissing Jude even for the few seconds it would take them to relocate. So Jude took charge, grabbing Shawn’s arms and wheeling them around so he could push Shawn back towards the bed. Shawn was probably stronger than he was and could have resisted, but he didn’t. He let Jude manhandle him, shoving him down onto the mattress. Jude straddled him, much as he had in the cam show, and pinned his hands above his head. This time it wasn’t for an invisible audience. It was real and raw, and he could see in Shawn’s eyes how much he wanted this—wanted Jude to take control.
Shawn lay still, watching him, his only movement the lift of his ribs with every harsh breath.
Jude’s heart pounded as the tension stretched out between them, elastic reaching its breaking point.
“What do you want?” he asked, needing to be absolutely sure that everything was on Shawn’s terms. “I need to know. Do you want me to hold you down? I’ll do whatever you like, but it has to come from you.”
“I want….” Shawn looked up at him, holding his gaze as he licked his lips. His eyes were wide, and Jude could tell he was nervous. Then Shawn’s gaze dropped to the bulge in Jude’s boxers and his eyes darkened, desire obvious on his features. “I want to suck your cock,” he finally said in a rush. “I’ve never done it before, though—obviously.” He flushed. “So I’ll probably be crap at it. But I want to try.”
Fuck, Shawn’s eagerness and the fact that this was a first for him pushed all Jude’s buttons. He was afraid he wouldn’t last long when he got his dick in Shawn’s mouth. But maybe that wasn’t a bad thing if it was Shawn’s first time.
“We can do that.” Jude lowered himself over Shawn, rubbing their hard-ons together. “But first I want to kiss you again.”
He took Shawn’s mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, losing himself in the wet slide and warmth of it. Shawn kissed him back, letting Jude hold his arms where they were. He ground up against Jude’s hips, though, seeking friction, and as their cocks brushed, he moaned into the kiss, a needy sound that drove Jude to move things along.
He sat back on his heels, and once again Shawn’s gaze tracked down to Jude’s cock where it strained against the fabric of the grey boxer briefs he was wearing, a dark patch of precome at the tip. Jude pushed his boxers down a little so he could get his dick out. He stroked himself, showing off and loving the way Shawn watched so intently. He looked so hungry for it.