Page 78 of Out of Reach
Rising to a sitting position with difficulty on the old couch, Jude pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“Oh, I’m fun,” Hawk said with intensity as he unbuttoned his blue shirt, revealing his sculpted chest with the layer of soft, dark hair.
“H-hawk.” Jude’s mouth was suddenly dry. He needed this man. Wanted him so badly.
Struggling off the couch, he followed Hawk down the hall to his bedroom.
“I know what you want,” Hawk said, turning to Jude after locking the door.
Jude let out a prolonged moan that tapered off into something more like a keen when Hawk unzipped his jeans and freed his hard cock.
“So big,” Jude said. “I want to suck it.”
“I know you do. Take your shirt off first.”
Jude yanked his T-shirt over his head and flung it to the floor before positioning himself on the bed so that his feet were planted on the wall and his head hung off the side. He licked his lips slowly as Hawk shoved his jeans to his calves and approached until his engorged cock hung just above Jude’s face.
“Hands under your ass,” Hawk ordered, and Jude obediently tucked his hands beneath him and opened his mouth.
Hawk let out a groan, his heavy balls directly over Jude’s mouth. Jude ran his tongue over them, getting them nice and wet while Hawk played with Jude’s nipple rings. Lately, Jude had been wearing them a lot, loving how turned-on Hawk got when he noticed the shape of them under Jude’s shirt. Now, Hawk teased and tugged at the tiny gold rings, sending sparks of fire to Jude’s aching cock.
“You’re so beautiful,” Hawk said, running his short, blunt fingernails from Jude’s happy trail, up his belly and ribs, to his neck. Without looking, Jude knew Hawk was making long, red lines on his pale skin. “I want to mark you up.”
Jude whined, hips humping at air. He flicked his tongue over Hawk’s full sac.
“Would you like that? Want me to mark you up and make you mine?” Hawk asked, voice rough with desire.
“Yes,” Jude murmured. “Please, Hawk.”
With a throaty moan, Hawk leaned down and sucked a love bite in the center of Jude’s stomach. Then he sucked another one beside it. And another one. And another one, pulling the skin into his mouth over and over again, covering Jude’s torso in dark red marks that would take days to fade. The thought of it made Jude’s lonely cock confined in his jeans even harder.
Neck sore from holding it up, Jude relaxed and let it hang, forehead brushing the soft hair on Hawk’s bare legs. He moaned every time Hawk’s mouth popped off his skin, making another mark.
“Want my cock now?” Hawk asked.
“Please, Hawk. Choke me with it,” Jude said, panting in eagerness. He was entering that headspace—the one where he could throw off his inhibitions and do as his body wanted. Hawk made that possible because Jude knew he would take care of him. He trusted Hawk like he trusted no one else.
“Hands on the backs of my thighs,” Hawk ordered, and Jude obeyed. “Give me a pinch if it gets to be too much.”
Hawk slid his cock into Jude’s mouth, and Jude whimpered around it, unable to take it all. Hawk pulled out slightly, then slid in again, the head nudging at the back of Jude’s throat. Jude held it there, sucking as best he could while running his flattened tongue over the delicate skin.
Shuddering with pleasure, Hawk flicked open Jude’s jeans, releasing his aching erection to the open air while Jude slid his hands up Hawk’s thick thighs and grasped the globes of his ass. As Hawk began rhythmically fucking Jude’s throat, balls slapping against his forehead, Jude’s own balls drew up close to his body. He was going to come, and Hawk wasn’t even touching his dick.
Running his hands over Hawk’s lightly furred ass, Jude blanked out his mind while Hawk used his mouth, time stretching.
When Hawk drew out, Jude gasped and blinked up at him.
“On your knees,” Hawk said, helping Jude arrange himself so his ass was in the air. Their tests had long ago come back clean, and they’d been fucking bare for months. Hawk spit on Jude’s hole, and a shudder of anticipation rolled through Jude as he began taking deep breaths and letting them out, preparing himself for the stretch. He liked the pain of going without lube. Not all the time, but occasionally. He was in that kind of mood right then, and he knew that Hawk knew it.
Once fully seated inside Jude, Hawk paid a lot of attention to Jude’s cock, which had lost its rigidity when Hawk started pushing inside. Jude’s entire body shook with desire.
“Fuck me,” he said, panting, rivulets of sweat running down his back.
Hawk began to thrust, hard and fast, shaking the bed enough to rattle the pictures on the wall. Jude shouted, unable to help himself. He pushed back against Hawk’s thrusts, loud slaps filling the room.
“Oh, God. Jude…Jude.” Hawk sounded out of his mind, and that, along with the feeling of being taken, ass sore and filled with dick, had Jude ready to blow. Lowering his upper half to the bed, cheek pushed into the mattress, he closed his eyes as Hawk fucked him with long, measured strokes that hit his prostrate every time.
When Hawk stiffened and emptied himself inside Jude, Jude felt every spurt inside him. Out of his mind with desire, needing his release more than he needed air, he pushed his ass back onto Hawk’s dick. Suddenly, Hawk withdrew and flipped Jude over onto his back. Taking Jude’s cock in his hand, he began stroking him. Once, twice, three times, then on the fourth, Jude spurted all over his stomach.