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)
“Okay, give me more,” he said.
Jude’s fingers tightened on his hips, holding him steady as he pushed in slowly until he was all the way in, his body warm against Shawn’s, his cock buried deep. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” Shawn managed.
Oh, that hurt again. But not for long. As Jude rocked in with the tiniest, most cautious of movements, Shawn adjusted. Soon there was no discomfort, only building pleasure and the need for more. “That’s good.”
Good didn’t really cover it. It was fucking amazing. Fireworks and shooting stars, and holy shit! Why hadn’t he been fucking himself with a dildo ever since he worked out what masturbation was? Because fuck. Shawn’s prostate was now the new centre of his universe.
“You ready for more?” Jude asked.
“Yes.”
All conscious thought ceased as Jude started to fuck him harder. He went slow and steady at first, with long strokes that stole Shawn’s breath and made him moan and curse, unintelligible words falling from his lips along with yes and more. Jude sped up, his hips snapping against Shawn’s arse. Wonderful filthy sounds filled the room: skin on skin, harsh breathing and grunts and the creaking of the bed.
Shawn was driven to the brink, a mountain peak where he teetered on the edge of perfect desperation. “Need to come.” It came out as a sob.
Jude stopped, and Shawn cried out in frustration as Jude started to pull out. “No, don’t stop!”
“Shhh, it’s okay.” Jude patted his hip. “Roll over. I want to see you, and it will be easier for me to reach your cock this way.”
Shawn hurriedly complied, sprawling out on his back and spreading his legs.
Jude pushed Shawn’s knees back. “Hold yourself there.” He lined his cock up again.
They both groaned as he slid home.
Jude grinned down at him, flushed and breathless. “Such a cockslut.” But the way he said it didn’t sound teasing. His voice was admiring, almost, and weirdly tender.
Shawn huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.”
Jude leaned down and kissed him as he started to thrust again. Shawn kissed him back greedily, trying to grind his dick against Jude’s belly for some much-needed friction. But it still wasn’t enough, and he whimpered in frustration.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Jude broke the kiss, and the loss of his lips was balanced by the touch of his hand on Shawn’s cock. He wrapped his hand around it loosely at first, thumbing over the head.
“Fucking tease,” Shawn growled.
“Yeah, but you like it. You like being made to wait.”
Shawn couldn’t deny it, but he glared at Jude furiously as he fucked him in slow, leisurely strokes while he smeared Shawn’s precome around and failed to jerk him off properly. In a fit of frustration, Shawn squeezed his muscles around Jude as he thrust in deep.
“Oh fuck.” Jude’s eyes flew wide open. “That feels amazing.”
Shawn relaxed on the next thrust in before squeezing again. Jude responded by fucking him harder, groaning each time he bottomed out. Finally, Jude’s control was slipping, and Shawn was the one making it happen.
At long last, Jude gripped Shawn’s cock tightly, stroking him with perfect movements clearly designed to get him off. Tension built, a rising tide of surging pleasure ready to break.
About fucking time.
Their gazes locked. Jude was flushed and desperate, and Shawn imagined he must look the same. “Come on, baby,” Jude muttered. “Come on.”
And Shawn’s orgasm crashed over him, devastating and blinding. He was dimly aware of crying out loudly as his whole body went taut, muscles contracting as he spilled in Jude’s hand, slicking his grip.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Jude groaned, fucking Shawn through it, thrusting in harder and faster, grinding into Shawn until his face contorted and he came too, cock pulsing as Shawn squeezed around him one last time.
As their breathing slowed, Jude gave Shawn the goofiest grin he had ever seen. “You okay there?”
Shawn blinked up at him, dazed. “I think so.” He grinned back.
Still joined, Jude leaned down to kiss him again. This kiss was sweet and slow, nothing like the desperation of before. It made warm happiness spread in Shawn’s chest, a yearning tug of hope. He bit back the urge to make crazy declarations. It was too soon to use words like love… but it definitely felt like love could be on the cards for them soon. He hoped Jude felt the same.
They separated when Jude’s dick started to slip free, but only for long enough for Jude to deal with the condom and chuck it in the bin. He came straight back to snuggle under the covers.
“So, just to be clear… are we boyfriends now?” Jude asked. “Like an actual relationship, exclusive and stuff?”
“I hope so.” Shawn felt a sudden lurch of anxiety. What if they weren’t on the same page? Their conversation in the club earlier had been pretty rushed. “That’s what I want.”