Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Right back at ya, Boyfriend.”
Jude lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders, and then he was there, the head of his cock pushing at my rim. Our eyes were locked on each other’s. I wasn’t breathing. Hell, I didn’t think he was breathing either as our gazes held and he slowly, so fucking slowly pushed his way inside.
My back arched as that first stretch and burn set in…but then the head was inside, and he trembled and smiled, and goddamned if it wasn’t the best feeling in the world.
“Oh fuck, I don’t know if I’m going to last.”
“You better get me off first,” I teased.
“If I don’t, I’ll make it up to you.”
But I knew he would. We were just good at playing games like that.
Jude leaned over and kissed me, working his way inside inch by inch. When I felt his groin against my ass, felt him buried to the hilt, I rolled my head back so we could look at each other again.
“Good?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I replied.
Jude kissed the tip of my nose, and I don’t know what it was about that small gesture, but it hit me right in the chest.
He fucked me slowly at first, long deep strokes as we watched each other. My body began to tingle, and every time he hit my spot, I nearly lost it. This was nothing like the other time I’d done this. I was pretty sure I’d want Jude’s cock in my ass just as often as I’d want inside his.
“More,” I begged, then winked. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“That sounds an awful lot like a challenge,” he replied, but he pulled almost all the way out, then snapped his hips forward again. My cock jerked, leaking precome on my belly.
“Fuck yes.” I spit in my hand and wrapped it around my rod. Jude did as I said, fucking me like he meant it. The bed hit the wall, and our bodies slapped together. I felt like a slut for him, and I reveled in that. My balls were tight, filled with a heavy load. I jerked off and pushed toward him, watching the corded muscles in his neck and the wrinkles by his eyes when he tightened them.
“So good, Cam. So goddamned good.”
He leaned forward and took my mouth, kissed me like he was dying and needed my breath to survive. My body sort of went haywire. All this fire and want and need building to the point where I couldn’t hold it back anymore. My orgasm washed through me, my load shooting from my balls and through my cock, one spurt, then two, then three between our bodies. Jude cried out above me. Thrust in again, his cock jerking inside my hole as he filled the condom.
He fell on top of me and pulled out. I cradled him between my legs, carded my fingers through his sweat-wet hair as we breathed against each other.
“It was good for you?” he asked, similarly to how I’d asked him.
“So good, I’m already wondering when we’re going to do it again. Think we can find a way to never leave this bed? Just take turns fucking each other for the rest of our lives?”
Jude laughed, his chest vibrating against mine. “I love you,” he said a few minutes later. “This…you…it’s more than I ever thought I’d have, more than I ever realized I wanted.”
“Fuck, Beautiful. Me too. I love you so much. Think I somehow have since that first time I saw you.”
He laughed it off, but I wasn’t joking.
Then…with his cheek against my chest, he whispered, “Yeah…me too.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Jude
Awkward Boy strikes again! ~ Theo’s comic
“You killed it the past two weekends,” I told Rush as we sat in his garage, working on a project bike.
“Did you have doubts?” he teased, making me roll my eyes.
It was mid-January, and the Supercross season had started. The first race was always in Anaheim—A1, since they raced there twice. Rush had finished first overall in both of the two races of the season. He was riding like he had fire in his veins, like he had something to prove.
“This is it for you, isn’t it?” I asked. He’d told me once that he was thinking about retiring, but he’d never mentioned it again. There was something about the way he was riding, about the look in his eyes, that told me it really was going to happen.
“Yeah, I think so. I don’t want to tell Red yet, but…yeah, I think I want to go out on top. Then find something else, ya know?”
It made sense. Rush had conquered the sport he loved. He wouldn’t lose that love if he stepped down from racing. Hell, maybe he would love it more without the harsh training and time away from the man he loved. “I hear you, man.”