HeyJude

by Jayne Kingston

  The heavy door not two feet from them was top to bottom, thick but crystal-clear glass in a sturdy wood frame. The street outside was located in a cozy, affluent part of downtown that had a lot of really good restaurants and bars. It was close to midnight on a Saturday and the city was far from turning in for the night. Lots of people were walking by, going this way and that, in an almost constant stream.

  Still, no one seemed to notice two men embracing just on the other side of the door.

  If he was serious Jude was tempted to let him have his way. Right then. Right there. Michel’s mouth on his neck, his teeth lightly biting his skin and his scent were going straight to Jude’s head. And when he got enough buttons open and could skim one hand inside and toy with Jude’s nipple, it wiped all rational thought out of his mind.

  Jude forced him across the narrow space until he was the one pinning Michel to the wall, feeding off his mouth like a man starved. He couldn’t tell whether it was he or Michel or both who groaned so deeply Jude felt the vibration all the way to his toes.

  Jude pulled the tail of Michel’s shirt free from his pants and shoved it upward. He opened his own shirt the rest of the way with one hand and then they were skin-on-skin, stomach-to-stomach, mouth-to-mouth. Michel gripped Jude’s ass with both hands and pulled their pelvises together so their cocks rubbed again.

  They both flinched then froze when a knock on the door and raucous wolf whistling interrupted them. Michel caught Jude’s face in his hands. “Don’t look,” he said, half laughing, his chest and stomach moving against Jude’s as he did.

  “So much for no one paying attention to us,” Jude mused.

  Michel’s wide smile was a million times more devastating up close. He led him up the stairs while a chorus of amused but disappointed booing came through the door at their backs.

  Michel unlocked the door at the top, shut off the security alarm and turned back to Jude once they were both inside. The heat in those incredible eyes, locked on to Jude’s as he removed his jacket, made Jude’s heart thump hard.

  “I have been dying to get my hands on you for so long, Jude,” Michel told him as he helped Jude out of his jacket and hung it on a nearby hook.

  “How long?” he asked. Feeling bold, he held up his arm, the two buttons on the cuff of his shirtsleeve facing Michel.

  Michel gave him a wicked half-smile and unbuttoned them as he began slowly walking backward.

  “Years,” he whispered, his accent putting an intoxicating flavor on the word.

  Jude kept a small distance between them as he followed, offering his other cuff.

  “That’s a long time to wait,” he observed mildly.

  “You’re telling me,” Michel said, his eyes dropping to Jude’s chest as he opened the last button on his shirt. He slid his hands over Jude’s bare skin as he pushed his shirt off and let it fall to the floor.

  Jude instantly pulled him against his body.

  “Do you know how long I’ve been dying to get my hands on you?” Jude asked, burying his face in Michel’s thick, soft hair as he sought out his ear.

  He was vaguely aware that Michel was undoing his own cuffs, and thought briefly that he should return the favor and help, but he couldn’t stop touching him.

  “Tell me how—” Michel’s words were cut off with a long groan when Jude slipped the tip of his tongue into his ear.

  Jude brushed his lips over Michel’s earlobe and whispered, “Years.”

  He backed up only far enough for Michel to pull his shirt off over his head.

  Michel tossed it aside. “Then let’s not wait a minute longer.”

  They’d maneuvered into what appeared to be the living room of the mostly open space. Jude couldn’t take his eyes off Michel. His chest and arms were perfection, lean with taut muscle and just the right amount of dark hair on his chest and stomach. It became slightly thicker where it disappeared beneath the waist of his pants, right above the bulge of his cock.

  “Good idea,” Jude conceded.

  They came together at the same time, diving eagerly into each other’s mouth, their naked upper bodies pressed close, hands clutching at each other urgently. Michel spun them and Jude could feel the edge of the couch on the back of his calves then Michel pushed him to sitting.

  Jude watched hypnotized as Michel toed off his shoes, unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper with slow, deliberate movements. He watched Michel’s thick, uncircumcised cock fall free as he pushed his pants to the floor, then sway enticingly as he stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

  “Tell me I can suck you off without a condom,” Michel said, and somehow even the leisurely removal of his socks was an incredibly sexy striptease.

  Jude kicked off his own shoes, albeit far less gracefully, and looked up, his own dick hard and aching with need. “I’m clean.”

  “I am too,” Michel said, and went down on his knees between Jude’s legs.

  He ran his long, strong hands up the inside of Jude’s thighs, cupped and kneaded his balls, stroked his cock firmly through his pants before he unbuckled his belt.

  “I used to hope I would get your keys when I went to those sex parties you and Petra used to throw,” Michel said as he slowly lowered Jude’s zipper.

  “I used to hope the same thing,” he confessed, the muscles of his stomach trembling as Michel slipped his fingertips into the waistband of his boxer briefs.

  “Maybe it is a good thing we never got together before tonight.” Michel’s voice was low and unbearably seductive. His gaze roamed over Jude’s body as he slowly pulled his pants and underwear down and off, then his socks.

  “What makes you say that?” Jude asked, sucking a sharp breath of air through his teeth when Michel ran his warm hands up the insides of his thighs again.

  His eyes lifted to Jude’s. “I think it would have been hard to leave in the morning.”

  Jude’s pulse raced from a hundred miles an hour to a thousand when Michel licked a wet line up the inside of his leg. His teeth ground together from the gorgeous feel of Michel’s velvety tongue on his balls, but he still managed to ask, “How do you know?”

  Michel pushed Jude’s knees open wider and grinned. “I like you, Jude.”

  And with that he wrapped his erotic lips around the head of his cock. Jude caught and held his breath, silently chanting a little prayer that he didn’t come too soon. He gripped the edge of the couch cushion and refrained from thrusting upward when the tip of Michel’s tongue flickered over that sweet spot just below the crown.

  His breath came out in a rush as Michel took almost all of him in at once, his mouth hot and tight around Jude’s shaft. He raised and lowered his head in long, smooth movements. When he hummed Jude’s hips thrust of their own free will and Michel chuckled, which made his hips buck harder a second time.

  Michel pulled free with a sucking pop and a sigh.

  “Don’t hold back,” he said, reaching up to slip his middle finger into Jude’s mouth. “I want you to fuck me. Use me.”

  With his finger wet with Jude’s saliva he teased the tight entrance of Jude’s ass while he gripped Jude’s cock with his other hand and drew him into his mouth again.

  It had been a long time since Jude had been taken that way, but his muscles relaxed the instant Michel touched him. He moved his wet finger in a tight circle, stimulating all of those highly sensitive nerve endings until Jude was panting.

  “God damn,” Jude moaned, feeling a surge of pleasure as Michel’s mouth moved over him faster, his tongue stroking the ultra-sensitized ridge on his shaft while he continued to tease his anus, his taint, his balls.

  Michel shifted, angling his head so he could take Jude in to the root. Jude’s balls pulled up dangerously tight as the head of his cock squeezed down Michel’s throat.

  Michel released him with a deep, ragged gasp. His eyes were so dark they were nearly black. “Fuck me,” he demanded, and took Jude in his mouth again.

  Jude’s body began to move on its own the
moment Michel took him deep again. His hips pumped upward in tight, steady movements and Michel matched his pace, taking him almost all the way in on every thrust.

  Jude’s teeth ground together. The electric sensation that had been racing along all of his nerve endings became centered on his cock in Michel’s mouth. Michel pushed the tip of his finger against Jude’s anus without actually slipping inside and Jude came as if he’d pushed a magic button.

  He could hear himself crying out as he came in pulsing waves, spilling into Michel’s mouth. He was gasping, his breathing so loud and his skin so hot as Michel released his spent cock and kissed a trail up his body. By the time he reached his mouth Jude could breathe enough to take it when Michel kissed him tenderly with lips that were now soft and slightly swollen.

  “That was so much better than I imagined it was going to be,” Michel whispered against Jude’s mouth.

  Jude buried his hands in Michel’s thick hair and took another deep pull from his mouth. “Imagine what that felt like from here,” he said, smiling when Michel laughed.

  “Come on.” Jude angled his head to look into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me now.”

  Michel nipped at his jaw before he stood and held out his hand, a sexy-as-fuck smile on his mouth. “The bed is this way.”

  Chapter Three

  “Any way you want me,” Jude said, answering Michel’s question of how did he want to be on the bed.

  Michel paused in getting the lube and a condom out of the nightstand when he felt Jude take hold of his hips from behind. He stood up and those hands slid around his body, exploring him as one slowly moved up his stomach toward his chest and the other wrapped around his cock.

  He leaned into Jude’s body and let his head fall backward onto his shoulder, needing the support when Jude’s touch made him feel weak in the knees. It was pretty damn convenient that they were practically the same height, he mused distractedly, turning his face toward Jude as Jude kissed his neck and continued to stroke his prick slowly.

  Michel moved the hand Jude had on his chest over his nipple and showed him how he wanted him to touch him. Blood surged in a fresh rush to his dick when Jude circled his tight nipple and pushed his cock, half-hard again, into the seam of Michel’s ass.

  “Tell me what you want,” Jude murmured into Michel’s ear, sending a shiver through his body.

  “On the bed,” he managed to say, then missed Jude’s body the moment he moved away. “On your back.”

  Michel took his time rolling the condom over his throbbing cock while Jude made himself comfortable in the middle of the big bed. He loved the way those dark eyes wandered over his body, watching with hungry interest as Michel sheathed himself.

  Michel climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Jude’s spread legs.

  God, he was beautiful with his face and chest still flushed from his orgasm, stomach flexed washboard-tight as he raised up on his elbows. He was so wiry and sleek, the only hair on his body the dark-blond nest around his cock and the lighter hair over his long, lean legs.

  “I could look at you forever,” Michel told him, needing him to know how incredibly gorgeous he was. How much he was wanted.

  Those large eyes of Jude’s looked uncertain for a moment then he blinked and sat up, caught Michel by the back of the neck and drew him in for a deep kiss. He reclined slowly, bringing Michel with him until they were lying on the bed together, kissing as though there were nothing else in the world but each other’s mouths and the slide of their cocks as they rubbed between their bodies.

  “Fuck me instead,” Jude whispered, taking the lube out of Michel’s hand. “Let me help,” he said with a playful smile, flipping open the top.

  Michel, who still had most of his weight balanced on his knees, went up on one arm and held out his hand. Jude applied a generous amount of lube to Michel’s fingers and then put some on his own hand. He raised up for another kiss as he wrapped his now-slippery hand around Michel’s desperately aching erection and started to stroke.

  Jude spread his legs wider when Michel started to tease his asshole with his slick fingers. He pushed the tip of his middle finger through that tight ring of muscle and Jude’s grip reflexively tightened around Michel’s cock so that they both gasped. Slowly, carefully, he kept up the pressure until his finger was completely inside Jude’s body.

  Jude’s head fell back. Michel curled his finger, seeking out the right spot to drive Jude out of his mind, knowing he’d found it when Jude gasped again and then followed it with a lusty, abandoned moan. He sank his teeth gently into Jude’s chin and fought the urge to thrust his cock into Jude’s hand, which now had him in a death grip.

  It could very well have meant the end of his self-control, but he had to look, simply had to watch when Jude started rocking his hips in time to the movement of Michel’s finger fucking him. Jude grunted in protest when Michel removed his finger, then groaned in ecstasy as he replaced it with two to relax him, stretch him wider.

  “Michel,” Jude whispered, bringing his attention upward again. “I want you inside me,” he said, panting. “Right now, please.”

  Jude buried his free hand in Michel’s hair and brought him down for another spine-tingling kiss. He brought his knees up and opened himself wider as he guided Michel’s cock where he wanted him. Michel moved his fingers out of the way. His vision went dark and his body went even hotter than it was when he pushed just the head into Jude’s tight entrance.

  “Oh God yes,” Jude whispered.

  Michel lowered his head to Jude’s shoulder. He was having a hard time breathing. The pressure of Jude’s body squeezing him so incredibly tight was all-encompassing.

  “More,” Jude encouraged.

  He thrust slowly, feeling Jude relax to accommodate him.

  “Yes, that’s it,” Jude said in a strained, breathy voice, his lips close to Michel’s ear.

  The feel of Jude’s hands stroking his body and the heat pouring off him, the smell of his skin and the way he was speaking was so good, so intimate. Michel gasped something he wasn’t sure he’d said in English as he slowly and steadily buried himself to the root inside Jude’s fever-hot body. He knew for sure he’d spoken in French when Jude chuckled softly and answered him in the same.

  Of course he spoke the language. He’d just spent more than a year in Haiti.

  Still. Something about the way he’d responded and the expression on his face when Michel raised his head to look at him tugged on his heart. He’d been looking for that exact expression in the eyes of every other man and woman he’d dated on his long quest to find the one, and there it was, right there in Jude’s gorgeous dark-brown eyes.

  Those eyes closed and Jude’s mouth fell open when Michel pulled almost all the way out of him and eased all the way back in as carefully as he could. Jude’s fingers dug into his ass, he angled his hips to take him deep and a shiver rippled in a long, slow path down Michel’s spine.

  He couldn’t resist dipping his tongue into Jude’s delectable mouth as he continued to move slowly and then they were kissing like a couple of inexperienced teenagers—all tongues and teeth and overzealous hunger. He quickened the pace of his hips slightly. Jude’s hand on his ass tightened to bring him as close as possible every time Michel buried himself deep. In no time they were moving in a steady pace, kisses forgotten, eyes locked, breathing the other’s harsh, ragged breaths.

  “Touch yourself,” Michel whispered, and Jude gripped himself with the hand he’d lubed to stroke Michel.

  Michel fucked him harder, faster, spurred on by the way Jude’s head had fallen to the side, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his breathing uneven as his slick hand worked the head of his cock. Michel’s body took over and he pumped his hips wildly, his orgasm building to gigantic proportions. And when Jude came onto his own stomach, the dam broke and Michel followed him with a long, desperate, pleasure-filled cry as he came for what felt like forever.

  He lowered himself slowly to keep from collapsing, his
face buried in Jude’s neck, and breathed deeply, loving the way the smell of his salty, sweaty skin mixed with the heady scent of the come on his stomach. When he had the strength he rolled onto his back on the bed beside Jude, his leg draped over Jude’s thigh.

  They lay there for a long time, Michel watching Jude through half-closed eyes, listening to the sound of his breathing as it slowed.

  “Are you still angry with Petra for tricking you?” he asked playfully.

  Jude smiled then laughed and looked at him. “Not by a long shot.”

  “She was worried you would not stay.”

  “I almost didn’t.” He rested his hand high up on the inside of Michel’s thigh. “But how was I supposed to leave after you told me you were the one who put her up to it?”

  There was an open insecurity in those dark eyes that made Michel want to pull him into his arms and prove again how much he craved him, how much he cared about him.

  “She told me no at first,” he confessed.

  The hand that had been lazily stroking the inside of Michel’s leg stilled.

  “She’d moved to day shift for a few weeks to work for one of my nurses who was on maternity leave. I had not seen her in a long time, so we went out to dinner one night to catch up. She made the terrible mistake of telling me you had moved back,” he said with a smile, “but when I asked her to set us up she told me absolutely not.”

  “Like I said earlier, you could have called me.”

  “She told me the same thing, but I wanted it to be a surprise.” He hunched one shoulder, let it relax. “It really did not take much pestering for her to agree.”

  “I’m sure it didn’t. She loves playing matchmaker.”

  Michel pursed his lips and nodded. “Clearly.”

  Jude looked up at the ceiling and laughed quietly.

  “What is so funny?”

  “Why me and not her?” He looked at Michel with a little frown creasing the otherwise smooth space between his eyebrows. “You know she used to have a huge thing for you, don’t you?”