I groaned and wormed my body closer, reaching behind him to grab his ass. We were both instantly hard and he ground his hips against me.
“Every damn night I’ve dreamt of you,” he said against my lips.
I pulled back to look at him. “You have?”
“Oh yeah.” His gaze fastened on mine. “I knew I couldn’t have you, so the next best thing was the fantasy of you.”
“Same here,” I said. “I’d lay in bed and jerk off to thoughts of you.”
He panted against my mouth. “What did you think about?”
“This,” I said. “Your hands on me, your lips all over my body.”
“God,” he groaned. “And here you are. Right in front of me. And I want nothing more than to have all of that and more with you.”
He backed me down the hallway, yanking off my shirt and unbuttoning my pants.
It felt so urgent, like we were running out of time. Not only because I had a job to get to, but also because I never felt certain of how many more days we might have left.
“I need to touch you,” he said, hemming my thighs against the bed, forcing me to lean back. After he tugged my pants down my legs, his hands roamed all over my chest and shoulders.
“This one means something, doesn’t it?” he said, placing his fingers over the black crane tattoo on my heart.
“Yeah,” I said in a pant as he pressed his lips there, too. We had never discussed my ink before but I could tell each time we were naked he took notice. “It’s for the people I’ve lost in my life. In Japanese folklore, a crane is the carrier of souls to the afterlife.”
His gaze melted me and I shut my eyelids to quiet my thrashing heart. I was in Jude York’s bed, he was touching me, and it felt like a goddamn gift.
He feathered kisses along my ear and collarbone and throat.
“Your skin is so soft,” he said and swiped his knuckles across my nipples. I moaned because it felt so good. When he drew one into his mouth, sucking it into a stiff nub, all the blood in my body rushed to one area.
I grasped his head as his tongue circled and then dragged down the center of my chest to my happy trail. “You’re perfect,” he said.
“Far from it,” I said and then gasped as he nibbled on my thigh.
“You’re perfect for me,” he said and I sighed into his words. “I could stay right here and kiss you forever.”
His breath caught and his cheeks splotched with color as if he couldn’t believe he’d used such a permanent word.
“Me, too,” I said because it was true but also because I didn’t want him to regret anything.
He pushed me down into the mattress and arched over me. I tried to remove his shirt, but he batted my hands away.
“At least let me look at you,” I said.
He conceded by grasping the material behind his neck and pulling off his shirt.
I touched him everywhere I could reach on his smooth chest. I curved my head to lick his nipples, one side, and then the other. His eyes rolled back as he groaned.
My hands trailed lower, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, and then prodding them all the way down his legs. He took a step back as if he’d lose his mind if I continued touching him right then.
A long and large bulge tented his boxers as he caught his breath and scrutinized me.
“You’re gorgeous, Jude,” I said as my gaze lazily slid over his body.
His fingers tunneled through my hair as he moaned his appreciation into a scorching kiss.
He drew my boxers down, deposited them on the floor, and then knelt in front of me. My shaft was dripping with pre-come and my balls were throbbing for release, and him looking at me with hungry anticipation was nearly my undoing.
“Fuck, Cory.” He kissed my abdomen and then nuzzled the patch of hair right below as if savoring me. “You drive me wild.”
Curling his fingers around my hardness, he seemed to marvel at my cock. When he sucked the tip into his mouth, I groaned loudly and he rewarded me by inserting his tongue inside the slit, now that he knew it drove me insane.
“I don’t know how long I’ll make it if you keep that up.”
His mouth appeared to swallow me whole and I felt myself hit the back of his throat. His eyes sprang open and he stared me down as his tongue massaged the stem. It felt so damn perfect, I nearly cried out at the sensation.
His lips released me and he tenderly sucked the head before licking along the underside of my shaft. As he moved down to bathe my balls with his tongue, he pushed up on my knees to spread me wide open.
“When you fuck me, I want you to be facing me like this,” he said in a jagged voice. “So I can watch you the first time.”
“I want it that way, too,” I said, my eyes squeezing closed as I attempted to rein in my harsh breaths. “To see your eyes when I make you come.”
He groaned as he drew my balls into his mouth one by one as if they were a delicacy. I was so close to release that the base of my spine began prickling.
When his mouth trailed down and tenderly kissed my hole, I nearly saw stars. Jude tasting me was the most erotic sensation. The tip of his tongue probed at my ring of muscle, breaching with only the tip, before he thrust, sucked, and licked me into oblivion.
“Oh God, Jude, I’m going to blow,” I said as his hand moved up to clasp tightly around my hardness.
And then I couldn’t take it any longer. I forced my feet down on the mattress to gain leverage. I yanked at his arms to pull him on top of me. I needed to feel him, so I urged his hips down against mine. When our dicks met and rubbed together lengthwise, he gasped.