Page 58 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet
Once we’re in the flat, I pull him against me. Slide my hands through his damp hair. More honesty comes out when I say, “I want you naked. Want to do everything to you.”
“Like what?”
I whisper filthy plans in his ear, then, since it’s best to get this out in the open now, just in case we’re not compatible in bed, I finish with, “And I really want to fuck you, Jude.”
I wait, hoping he wants me that same way.
A breath staggers from his lips, and then he gives a slow, naughty nod. “Then you really should fuck me, TJ,” he says, squeezing my hard-on like he’s checking the evidence. “Since it’s clear how much you want to.”
He smirks. The fuckersmirks,then peels off his shirt, throws it on the floor, and heads to the bathroom, tossing me acome-and-get-itglance.
I follow him without question, unbuttoning my wet shirt, leaving it on a pile on the floor, then setting my phone on the table. Once he’s in the bathroom, he unzips his jeans, but taking them off looks painful. They literally squeak. They’re so wet.
“I’ll help you,” I say.
“Please do. That’s really sexy,” Jude says, laughing.
But when I sink to my knees and tug the cold, wet denim down his hips, he moans in appreciation. “Actually, it’s ridiculously sexy with you like that, TJ.”
With a smile I can’t hide, I work his jeans down to his knees, then his ankles, watching his face. He grabs hold of the edge of the vanity, hopping for a second, nearly stumbling. I grab his hip to steady him.
“That was the hottest I’ve ever been, right?” he asks with another laugh.
I press a kiss to his hip with a soft murmur. His skin is cold, but I’m going to fire him up. “Yes, this is the hottest you’ve ever been because you’re getting naked for me.”
His grin burns off. “Been wanting to for so long.”
We set a record as I help him get his jeans off the rest of the way.
I’m shaking with so much lust, so much anticipation as I check out his boxer briefs and the generous bulge behind them.
But also, the color. “Yellow. Your underwear is the color of the shower curtain,” I say, eating up this secret like it’s candy.
“I told you I like color.”
“You really fucking do,” I say, my fingers trembling with wicked eagerness as I pull them down till his cock says hello.
My breath hitches. “Fuck, your dick isnice,” I say in the understatement of the century. His cock is as beautiful as the rest of him.
“Bet it tastes better than nice,” he says, threading a hand through my wet hair and guiding me closer as I push his briefs off the rest of the way.
My mouth waters. I wrap my hands around his ass and dip my head to his cock, swirling my tongue over the head.
The first heady taste of him lights up all the neon signs in my brain. The ones that saytouch him, taste him, please him.
“Very, very nice,” I whisper as I kiss the tip.
“Incredibly nice,” he agrees, his voice thick with arousal even though I’m barely flicking my tongue along the crown of his cock.
Pride surges in me because I’ve longed to make Jude feel incredible, and now I’m doing it as I swirl my tongue down his length and curl my hands around his spectacular ass. He hums melodically in delight, and he’s practically singing with pleasure already. But there’s still one problem. His skin is cold and wet from the rain. I give a sturdy suck of his dick, hauling him deep and savoring the salty, musky taste, then pop off.
I stand up quickly, slap his cold ass. “That was the point of the shower. I want you all hot and bothered.”
“Oh, I am. Trust me. I am.”
“Get in there,” I say, grabbing the shower curtain, holding it open.
He hops in then turns the faucet on. Water spews everywhere, this time from the tap instead of the showerhead.