There You Stand (Between Breaths 5)

It was then that I realized how huge this was for him.

He’d told me it’d been years since he’d been intimate with a man and now he was choosing to make a connection with me. I wanted to make it good for him. More than good. I wanted to make it earth-shattering if I could.

“I want this so bad.” His eyes met mine with intense determination.

I drew his pants to his knees, as his elbows sank down on the bed.

I undressed quickly while he watched me from his sheets.

The look in his eyes was almost feral, as if he was merely hanging on to the last shred of his control.

And then I was on top of him, sucking on his lips, biting his neck and shoulders, allowing my hands to roam all over his body. When my fingers enclosed around his cock he was already leaking.

“Where are the condoms and lube?”

He reached to the side drawer, tore off a condom, and threw it with the lube on the bed.

“I need to stretch you.” My fingers were shaking as I reached for the bottle. I knelt in front of him on the bed and his face flushed with anticipation. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I squirted some lube on my fingers and then my hand trailed over his thighs, to his balls, and then down below to his crease. “Lift your knees. Open up for me.”

Jude lifted his legs toward his chest and he looked so damn sexy right then, I couldn’t help leaning over and drawing the tip of his cock into my mouth.

I dragged my tongue around his head as my finger found his puckered hole. I slid partway inside and he grabbed at my biceps. “Oh God. Feels amazing.”

I waited until his muscles relaxed before pushing all the way inside. I added a second finger and worked them both, scissoring back and forth, until Jude was practically whimpering.

“Please, Cory,” he strained out. “I need you right now.”

I rolled on the condom and coated it with lube. I pushed him further up on the bed and crawled over him. I needed to gaze at him one last time to make sure he truly wanted this.

When his green cellophane gaze met mine, a spark ignited in my chest with such intensity I nearly shut my eyes it was so overwhelming.

He roughly gathered my face in his callused fingers and his kiss was so devastating that I needed to rearrange the airspace in my lungs.

“Jude,” I grunted as I rolled his hips and lined up my hardness with his hole. My thighs began trembling from undiluted need.

He grabbed at my hips and hauled me forward, my tip pressing inside him. Making contact with his tight heat almost made me explode on contact. I couldn’t even describe how fucking fantastic he felt.

His mouth opened but no sound came out. I watched his eyes as he gazed up at me in wonder. I waited for him to adjust to my girth and then surged further.

Holy fucking Christ, he felt so incredible that my eyes almost crossed. I looked down and saw myself inside his body. My heart squeezed in my chest and I could scarcely breathe.

I dropped down on my forearms to be closer to him and drove forward an additional inch. I could feel the wetness and pulsing of Jude’s cock between our stomachs and that, along with the sensation of our bodies connecting so intimately, made me groan out loud.

“Are you okay?” I whispered. “Talk to me, Jude.”

Jude’s visceral gaze linked with mine. He was panting softly and his eyes were glassy. “I’ve never felt anything better than you being inside me.”

I sighed and softly kissed his mouth, my tongue licking over his lips. “Christ, you feel amazing, Jude.”

I propelled my length forward and was now seated fully inside of him.

He moaned and his fingernails bit into my biceps.

I stilled my body and hissed through my teeth, because the sensation was almost too much to handle.

Jude’s fingers slid across my stubble and I looked down at him.

“I want to really feel you.” His accent brushed across all of my nerve endings, generating a spark, which swelled into a forest fire. “So don’t be gentle.”

He reached up and bit my shoulder and it was so unexpected that I snapped my hips forward. He growled low and deep. “Yes. Like that. Faster, harder.”

He hooked his feet around my thighs and I pinned his arms, consuming his fervent lips. I thrust inside, hard and deep and holy fucking hell, he felt hot and so goddamn tight and perfect at this angle.

“God, yes. Brilliant.” His eyes lit up. “Give me all you’ve got.”

I withdrew almost all the way and then slammed back inside. His feet sank down on the bed and he tilted his hips forward to meet each thrust. That changed the angle and I was able to delve even deeper.

“Bloody hell, whatever you’re doing,” Jude said, gritting his teeth. “Right there.”

I continued jerking forward over and over until he looked like he was in utter bliss.

I pumped hot and solid, a buzz stealing across my back, my balls lifting and tightening. When my hand grasped firmly onto his cock, he threw his head back and was gone. Completely fucking gone.

Watching him get his release was intense. He was so goddamn stunning. His lips parted, his face flushed, his chest heaved.

I was skating on the brink of my own orgasm and after two more solid pumps, finally let go. “Fuck. Goddamn.”

I was a panting, shuddering mess as I sank down on Jude, my lips at his neck.

But I was also like Jude on the highest branches of his oak tree—on top of the fucking universe.

Chapter Thirty

Since Raw Ink had free tickets, Dex and Emmy had also come out to see the event. It was drizzling and gloomy, lending to the uncomfortable feeling in my chest, and I was glad that Dex had given me a lift.