When Duke released his wet sack and went back for his cock, Judge knew he’d better get going or else Duke would be waiting for him to recover until he got fucked.
“Get your ass up there.”
Duke hurried out of jeans and climbed up on the bed, eagerly presenting his ass to him. Sometimes, Duke just made it too easy. Judge climbed up on the bed and settled in behind Duke’s furry ass. That was a very big turn on for him, but he didn’t mind a lover who gave him a challenge. He rubbed his cock between Duke’s crease, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. He reached over to get the slick and condoms from the nightstand.
“I’m already ready for you, Judge.”
Of course you are. “Awfully presumptuous of you.”
Duke chuckled, taking the lube and pushing some inside himself, working himself on his own fingers. “Just need it is all.”
Judge picked up the condom and made quick work rolling it on. Duke rubbed his wet hand over Judge’s dick and he had to slap it away when that telltale feeling started again. He gave Duke a warning tap with the head of his cock first, before he pushed past that first ring of muscles. Duke grunted, then moaned as Judge sank all the way inside.
“Jesus fuck, Duke. I thought you were ready.” Judge squeezed his eyes closed at the obscenely tight hold Duke’s ass had on his cock. He felt like a damn virgin.
“Mmmmm. I am. Fuck me, baby,” Duke urged.
Judge rolled his eyes again at the annoying term, pulled back, and slammed himself deeper inside his friend. He set a good punishing rhythm for Duke, making him cry out like he loved to. Damn it felt fucking wonderful. It seemed to relieve all the pent-up frustration he’d been experiencing on the road for the last few days. He saw Duke working his cock, and knew he was getting there just as fast as he was himself. His ass squeezed Judge’s cock even tighter, if that was possible, while Duke’s climax rushed to the surface. Shit, shit, shit. He was close, too.
Duke stopped working his dick. “Let me turn over and face you.”
Judge didn’t want to be an ass. But facing front was too intimate, and it made people want to kiss, too. He didn’t need anyone gazing into his eyes. They were just fucking not making love. He pumped a couple more times. “Fuck. I’m already there, man.”
Duke went back to working his own cock. “Damnit. Don’t stop, Judge. Don’t fuckin’ stop, please, baby.” Judge hadn’t told a complete lie, he was real close. He gave Duke what he needed. Felt him come hard around his dick, his ass spasming tightly on him. Judge hammered him some more but his orgasm wasn’t building to the point of going over the edge. He conjured up his favorite porno in his mind. Thought about big sexy Rocco Steele fucking another alpha and sure enough, that did it. Judge slammed deep inside and grunted through his release. It wasn’t a good nut. Nonemotional nuts were never that good. He rubbed Duke’s ass and back as he came down, trying to show his appreciation. “Fuck,” he moaned, as his dick slipped out.
Duke turned over and Judge fell down beside him. He pulled off the condom and dropped it in the wastebasket by the nightstand “Damn, dude,” Judge half laughed, half groaned.
“Yeah. That was good.” Duke grinned his charming smile. “As usual.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Sit tight. I’ll get a rag.”
Duke walked over to the bathroom and Judge took the time to contemplate if he wanted something more with Duke. The man had made his intentions known on more than one occasion. Ugh. He wouldn’t be settling. Duke was freaking awesome. Fun to be around, generous, handsome, honorable. His employees loved him. But there was just something missing.
While Judge looked at the time on his phone, Duke wiped off his cock for him with the warm rag. He tossed it on the stand and nestled up beside Judge. It was quiet and peaceful. The bed felt a helluva lot more comfortable than the front seat of his truck. He was just getting into that good realm of sleep when he felt Duke playing with his chest hairs.
“Are you asleep, Judge?”
“I’m not anymore.”
Duke chuckled. “Sorry. But I have to know if you’ve given some more thought to coming to work with me?”
“Yes.”
“And.”
“No.”
Duke sat up on his elbow, looking down at him, a frown creasing his forehead. “Why not? We make a good team. You’d be a partner, we’d split it all fifty/fifty. I could partner with you; we’d go on the road together.” Duke smiled. “Catching the bad guys.”
Oh, hell no. Judge didn’t want a partner. He didn’t need anyone dragging or slowing him down. He’d been doing the job for a long time, just fine without a partner. Partners died on you and left you to pick up the pieces of your shattered existence. Never again.