Don't Judge (Nothing Special 4)

Judge pulled off again and took in a gulp of breath. “Fuck, you’re big.”

“Keep doing that and I’ll be finished before we even get started.”

Judge lapped at the thick, flushed head, digging for any trace of Michaels’ fluid. “I can’t help it. You taste so good.” Judge cupped his hands under Michaels’ ass and used it to push his dick deep down his throat.

Michaels arched his back. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Judge sucked harder, starting a fast rhythm. Michaels couldn’t help but close his eyes and pant through the exhilaration. As soon as Judge slipped his thick digit deep inside him, Michaels yelled out his bliss, not caring who could hear him. “Judge! Fuck!” That finger shoved in as deep as he could get it and Michaels’ come exploded up his shaft, shooting onto his chest. Judge growled, rubbing Michaels’ seed into his skin. Aggressively massaging the pearly liquid into his strained pecs.

He was still breathing heavily when Judge went to flip him over onto his stomach. Michaels was ready for that big cock but not in this position. Not this time. He put up his forearm, stopping Judge from maneuvering him.

“What’s wrong?” Judge’s voice was so rough and sexy where he was, skirting the edge of overwhelming need.

Michaels looked up into Judge’s confused eyes. “Nothing is wrong.” Michaels rose up on his knees, placed the palms of his hands on Judge’s thick chest, and pushed him down on the mattress, quickly straddling his strong hips. “Tonight, I’ll watch you while you come undone. Tonight, you’ll see exactly what you do to me.” Michaels ripped open the condom and oh so slowly eased it down the length of Judge’s dick. He knew the lazy strokes he gave Judge were bordering on torture, especially while he rocked his ass back and forth over that sheathed rod, not doing so quite enough to penetrate. Judge pushed the lube in Michaels’ hand and he couldn’t stop his satisfied grin. Not wanting to prolong it another second, he slicked Judge up real well and rose up to position the tip of Judge’s dick at his hole. He concentrated on not closing his eyes and gingerly sank down on him until his balls settled into Judge’s dense, dark pubic hair. Michaels shivered and sighed dramatically, he was so damn full he could hardly breathe.

“Goddamnit.” Judge grunted, his tight abs obscured by all the delicious, slick black hair covering his chest and abdomen. Michaels could see him fighting for control, fighting not to buck up into him. What else could he see in Judge’s smoldering gaze? There was something more there besides lust; there was also hope.

Michaels leaned in until his own chest was flush with Judge’s, until he was only inches from his face. He languidly licked Judge’s lips and lifted his hips up. “You feel so good to me. Do you know that?” Michaels whispered against Judge’s mouth, nipping the top lip before sucking on the bottom. He dropped his ass back down with enough force to wrench a startled gasp from the big powerhouse beneath him. “Do I feel good to you too, babe?”

Judge didn’t answer him with words but his drowsy eyes, shallow breaths and the perspiration beading up on his forehead told Michaels everything. He set an easy pace, not wanting to rush them. Tomorrow they’d be heading home, he wasn’t sure what was in store for them, but if this was their last time together… even for a while; he wanted it to be explosive, he wanted it to last longer than five minutes. Judge gripped him tight around his waist but he didn’t try to control his movements. His touch on his ass and the base of his spine felt like loving, romantic caresses.

Michaels snaked his hands under Judge’s head and fisted both hands full of that unruly black hair. Hunching his back and rocking back and forth, making sure his desperate hole swallowed every inch, was bringing him to the cusp of completely falling apart. That fat cockhead was nudging and scraping over his prostate with every stroke. Judge held him tight to him and began to rock his hips up to meet him on the down stroke. Michaels threw his head back and groaned hard at the extra inch of depth. It made a big goddamn difference. He was gonna blow. Looking at how sexy Judge was, how much power was held there between Michaels’ spread thighs as he rotated his ass against Judge’s pelvis, begging for Judge to make him feel him there tomorrow and the next day and the next.

Judge pushed until he was sitting straight up, forcing Michaels up with him. “You do feel good, Austin. So much fuckin’ better than good.” Judge wrapped his arms around him and massaged all the way up his back while he rode him slow and deep. Judge hooked his hands on Michaels’ shoulders and pushed him down to meet his fierce thrust.