Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
He made a frustrated noise. “Making out. Sex. Fucking. Take your pick.”
“Not a virgin.” My tone was just this side of irritated because there were so many things I wanted to be doing other than talking about my relative lack of experience. “Tried it on with a couple of women.”
“And men?” He peered intently into my eyes.
“Couple of jerk-off buddies.” I sighed heavily. Evidently, Jude needed details before proceeding. “Not much kissing.”
“You seem to like it though.” His tone turned thoughtful.
“Uh-huh.” I wasn’t sure what the holdup was. Perhaps he didn’t want to corrupt me or some such nonsense, but I’d already decided to go all-in on getting physical with Jude. I pressed a kiss to his granite lips. “More.”
“I’m not sure—”
“I am.” Where he had doubt, I had certainty that I wanted whatever he was up for tonight. Further, while I likely could come from little more than his kisses, I wasn’t about to miss out on the opportunity to explore more.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Jude sounded pained.
“You won’t.” I wouldn’t let him. I’d had enough things go sideways to know how to guard my emotions and prioritize the friendship. Hell, I’d waited a long-ass time for a friend like Jude. One who liked kissing and might be up for more than a fast mutual jerk was a novelty I wasn’t going to let get away.
“I don’t mean physically—”
“You won’t,” I repeated, more firmly this time.
Gentling my approach, I brushed my lips across the bare parts of his cheeks and the tip of his nose before landing on his mouth again. Yup. I liked being able to explore like this, a powerful need I hadn’t been aware of having. Finally relaxing a mite, Jude kissed me back, but his earlier hunger was replaced by a tentativeness I wanted nothing to do with.
I kissed him harder, and he responded by deepening the kiss, but his hands kept fluttering like he wasn’t sure what or where to touch.
“You’re overthinking.” I broke away to give him a harsh glare. If logic hadn’t brought back his unbridled passion, perhaps sternness might.
“Guilty.” He offered me a crooked grin.
“Quit that.” I poked him in the chest. I sincerely regretted confessing how little experience I had because I could see the gears turning in Jude’s brain as he attempted to calculate exactly what I might be down for. If he was afraid of spooking me, he could lay those fears to rest. “I’ll say if I wanna stop.”
“You certainly seem determined.” His smile softened, a fondness there that told me I’d won the battle, if not the war.
“Yup.” I gave him a decisive kiss. “Not gonna scare me off.”
To make my point even clearer, I trailed a hand down his chest to rest directly above his belt buckle.
“Okay.” Jude groaned, arching into my touch, an unmistakable yes. He kissed me, all his hunger flooding back. Yes. I wanted that, wanted him as famished and desperate as I was. I lowered my hand, slow enough that he could push it away if he wanted, knowing full well he wouldn’t. I palmed him through his jeans. His cock was as thick and meaty as the rest of him. Jude moaned low. “It’s hard to overthink when you do that.”
“Good.” I winked at him as I continued massaging him through his jeans. “Hard is good.”
Jude gave a chuckle that ended on a moan as I unbuckled his belt. Everything else might be new and different, but this was familiar. Reassuring, almost, the way he rocked up to meet my hand as I unzipped him. He wanted this. I wanted this. Simple as that.
I had no idea what kind of kisser I was. Passable, I hoped. However, I was a goddamn corporal of jacking off. I certainly had enough practice on my own, and I’d proven adept at sharing that expertise a time or two. Jude’s cock was heavy in my grip, wide with a blunt head already leaking clear fluid.
I spread the drop around with my thumb, humming with satisfaction as he made a series of broken sounds. I stroked him slowly, learning what he liked. Looser grip than me, surprisingly sensitive at the base of his shaft, all about the friction over his cockhead. All information I was only too eager to exploit.
“Wait. Too damn close.” Jude panted as I sped up my strokes. Close was exactly where I wanted him. Coming would be even better, but Jude stilled my motions enough to fumble for my belt, rolling so we were both on our sides, facing each other. “I want to do something for you too.”
“Be my guest.” I stretched my arm over my head, spine lengthening, body inviting whatever he wanted to offer. I was happy to offer him a one-sided helping hand, but if he wanted in on the action, I wasn’t about to stop him.