That put my cock and every nerve in my body at full attention. In the back of my mind I thought we should probably move to the bedroom, but I couldn’t make myself stop touching him. I ground up against Jude and tongued my way up his neck, while he leaned his head back against the door, giving me access to his throat. I nipped the soft skin of his neck, and worked my hands under his t-shirt, trying to get my hands on as much skin as I could.
He was making those low panting sounds, which drove me crazy. I hoped I wasn’t going too far too fast, but all of a sudden I was so hungry for him. I wanted to fuck him right here against this door.
“Babe, you feel so good,” I said, biting his ear. “You wanted a back rub,” I mumbled distractedly as his hands went inside my shorts, grabbing my ass hard.
“Yes, we should…” He said it while opening his eyes as if he was waking up from a dream. He lifted off the door, took my hand, and led me to his bedroom.
We slowly made our way through his house and down the narrow hall to his bedroom. He turned on the light as we walked in, and even as distracted as I was by him, I smiled when I looked around. The room was exactly like I’d imagined. The walls were an elegant sage with dark mid-century style furniture. His queen-size bed was packed with a multitude of pillows and cushions in various shades of grays and dark blues.
On the walls, he’d hung prints of vintage book covers in glass frames. Over his bed were two beautiful art deco style botanical prints. In one corner of the room I spotted a very comfortable and well-used leather chair with tall stacks of books on each side of it, and a long reading lamp tucked behind.
Everything was neat and tasteful; the only bit of disarray were the book piles all over the room. On the dresser I saw a couple of picture frames, one of him and Carmen with their arms around each other in what looked like Taughannock Falls. The other was of him, a woman and two small children, a girl and boy—which looked a few years old. I wanted to ask if it was the older sister he’d mentioned, but knew it would probably shift the mood, and right now I wanted to make him feel good.
I turned to him and saw he looked a little shy, like he was scared of what I’d think of his private space. I took his hand andpulled him to me. He smelled a little sweaty, and I wanted more than anything to lose myself in him. I bent down for a quick kiss.
“I like your room. I feel like me being here is a big deal.”
He shrugged, looking embarrassed. “It’s pretty boring, but I like it.”
“Nothing about you is boring.”
He rolled his eyes and said, “I’m so boring you’re the only person that’s been in this room other than Carmen and Ted when they were helping me set up the furniture. Oh and, Raj,” he said, gesturing at the walls. “He helped put up the frames.”
I paused at this. I knew he’d bought the house a couple of years ago. He hadn’t had a lover in at least two years?
“Does that mean—” I stopped when he shook his head.
“I didn’t mean I hadn’t had people at the house, just not here, not in my bedroom.”
I wasn’t surprised, but it still made me want to take a moment and think about what all of this meant. After a few quiet seconds he smiled and got closer.
His voice husky when he spoke. “Can you touch me like you did before? Whenever I’m with you it’s like my body’s hungry for your hands. I’ve never been like this with anyone. Carmen has to practically extort me for a hug,” he said, a rueful smile forming on his lips. “But when you’re around I turn into some kind of needy lamprey.”
I laughed. “I like that you enjoy when I touch you.” I gently pushed him backward until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, with me standing in between his legs. I took his face in my hands and turned his head up so I could see his eyes. His skin was flushed and his hair messy from my hands. He threaded his fingers with mine and after a moment I brought them up to my lips. Kissing each of his palms, then I asked, “Can I undress you?”
His eyes were a bit glazed and unfocused, but he saidyesin a strong voice, then leaned back on his elbows. I knelt in front of him, my movements slow. I was hyperaware of all the places we were touching, of where I wanted to be touching him. I ran my hands up his legs from his ankle to his thighs and then slid them under the hem of his shorts, feeling his skin tremble the farther up I went. I leaned my head forward and began kissing the inside of his thighs, grazing my lips up the same path my hands had been.
I could smell his sweat, sharp and musky the closer I got to his crotch. The hair on his legs felt silky on my lips as I kissed him. Every few seconds his breath would catch and he’d say my name on the exhale, like his breaths came out of his body in the shape of my name. I moved my head up, nuzzling the junction of his thighs and breathed in still looking at him.
“Nesto, please.”
“What do you want, Jude? Tell me. I want to make you feel good. Give you what you want.”
He leaned his head back and looked at me askance, like he couldn’t understand what I was saying.
“Can I taste you, baby? I want to. Right here,” I said, pressing my hand on his cock. Rubbing my thumb against the head. I felt a little bit of moisture seeping through the fabric.
He only nodded in response, as goosebumps spread all over his body. I put my mouth over the head through the cotton and sucked. He bucked like he’d been shocked.
“Ohh that’s feels amazing.”
“I’m going to take your pants off now. I’ve been dying to put my mouth on you all day. You know how much I love to play with your cock, suck on your balls.”
He was moaning and thrashing at this point.
“You like it when I tell you what I’m going to do to you, don’t you, baby?” I asked as I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them and his boxer briefs down in one go.
“Yes, I do.”
