Page 62 of Out of Reach

The kiss grew heated, and when Jude tugged at Hawk’s shirt, Hawk yanked it over his head and tossed it on the floor. Jude’s hands ran all over his chest and stomach, igniting sparks of desire in Hawk’s loins. He thrust his hard-on against Jude’s, and they both moaned.

“Off,” Hawk said, pulling at Jude’s shirt. Jude obligingly lifted his arms so Hawk could strip it off. Then it was Hawk’s turn to touch him, spending several minutes circling Jude’s hard nipples with his thumbs while they kissed again. Hawk groaned when Jude sucked on his tongue.

“Your skin’s so soft,” Hawk said, planting kisses down Jude’s neck. Jude’s breathing picked up, and Hawk let his left hand wander down to stroke him through his shorts. Wanting to taste him, he scooted down on the bed and urged Jude to straddle him. Pulling Jude’s hard cock out of his shorts, Hawk admired it. Long and slender, its purple head straining forward, Jude’s cock was beautiful.

As Jude watched, lips parted and breath coming in quick pants, Hawk stuck out his tongue and licked a slow path up the long blue vein running from the base to the head while he teased Jude’s small nipples with his fingers and thumbs. Jude’s eyes fluttered shut on an indrawn breath when Hawk kissed the head of his cock before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.

“Ohhh. Oh, God, Hawk…”

Leaving Jude’s nipples, Hawk ran his hands down Jude’s sides and cupped his plump ass cheeks, squeezing them as he urged Jude to thrust into his mouth.

Jude let out a cry, his hands landing in Hawk’s hair, which he tugged at hard as he Hawk took him all the way into his throat.

“Fuck!”

After another couple of sucks, Hawk let go of Jude’s cock with a soft pop. “Take off your shorts.”

Jude scrambled out of them, freeing his legs, and Hawk rearranged himself on the pillows before saying, “Straddle my face.”

“Oh, my God.” Jude swallowed hard, then knee-walked up Hawk’s torso.

Tucking his arms under Jude’s legs, Hawk nuzzled the heavy sac dangling in his face before taking one testicle into his mouth.

Jude arched his back, grabbing hold of the headboard. Hawk balanced the sac on his tongue, jostling it before lavishing attention on the other nut. He was hard as a rock from the way Jude was moaning his name.

After a few minutes of licking and sucking at Jude’s ball sac until it was wet and glistening with saliva, Jude took his cock in his hand and guided the head to Hawk’s lips. Hawk met his gaze as he tongued the slit, then obligingly opened wide so Jude could slide in, which he did, all the way back to Hawk’s tonsils. He gagged but held Jude in place with his hands to his ass. Humming, he pinched Jude’s firm flesh as Jude squirmed and cursed. Had he ever let Jude fuck his face? He didn’t think so. With a small slap to Jude’s ass, he took him farther in, urging him to have at it.

A flash of desire lit Jude’s eyes. Bracing himself on the headboard, he began to thrust, tentatively at first, and then harder as his pleasure took over. The head of his cock hit the back of Hawk’s throat with force, repeatedly; but, turned on beyond belief by the blissed-out look on Jude’s face, Hawk was able to ignore the urge to gag. When Jude gasped and tensed, Hawk was ready and eager. Jude’s abs spasmed, and he made a sound more fit for an animal than a man as he emptied with violent jerks into Hawk’s mouth. Hawk swallowed it all and continued sucking until Jude let out a soft whine—only then did Hawk release him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Jude

“Holy shit,” Jude said when he could breathe again.

Hawk grunted, the adrenaline from the high he got sucking off Jude still pumping through his veins. His cock stood out rigidly from his body, his balls gathered tightly underneath. Christ, he had enjoyed that. Every moan and sigh he drew from Jude had been like music to his ears. Closing his eyes, he drifted a moment until a slick hand on his cock jerked him to attention.

“Wha—” before he could get his eyes fully open and process what was happening, a blessed tightness enveloped him—much tighter than a mouth. “Ju-ude—ooh!” he cried out as Jude’s ass hit the tops of Hawk’s thighs.

“Ohmygod.” Gripping Jude’s knees, Hawk gazed blearily up at him. “What are you doing?”

“If you don’t know, I must be doing it wrong,” Jude said, smirking as he gave a little pump of his hips, looking down at Hawk with the ceiling light casting a bright halo around his fair hair, like some kind of beautiful mythical creature impaled on his cock. Then he tweaked Hawk’s nipples between his fingers and thumbs, making Hawk jerk and thrust deeper into Jude’s body. They both groaned.

God, so hot and tight and good…

Hawk gave another thrust just to hear Jude groan again and see his eyes roll back into his head.

“Quit that,” Jude said, panting. “This is my rodeo.” He began to move, forward, backward, side to side, and in circles, rotating his hips in a way that sparked intense pleasure in Hawk’s groin. As Jude undulated, mouth parted and eyes hazy, his softened cock flopping between them in rhythm to his movements, a fine sheen of sweat broke out over his chest.

“Your cock is so big and fat. It feels so good inside me, Hawk.” Jude began to bounce harder.

Biting his bottom lip, Hawk began to count backward from one hundred, valiantly trying to stave off his imminent orgasm. Slipping his hands underneath Jude’s arms, he lifted him up and dropped him down. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down.

“Oh! Fuck, Hawk!” Jude started to tremble.

“You like that?” Hawk growled, moving faster.

“God, yes, yes…” Jude’s head fell back.