Page 59 of One More Time

“Yeah?” I say, feeling almost shy.

“Yeah, you have a nice dick. Good for riding.”

I manage a small exhausted laugh and then turn onto my side, the mess he left on my chest falling to the sheets.

“Oh, shit,” I murmur, but he just reaches over and uses a tissue to wipe me up.

“Want to shower?” he asks.

“No. Kind of want to sleep,” I reply and he nods, reaching out and touching my cheek, almost tenderly.

“Let me take the vibrator out and replace it with the plug.”

I nod and he sits up with a grunt, working the vibrator out of me and pushing the plug inside instead. My ass takes it easily, probably from already being stretched open and being so relaxed.

“Want me to leave?” I ask when he returns from the bathroom, the smell of soap on his skin.

He frowns and freezes, his body half on the bed. “Only if you want to.”

I try and gauge him but end up shaking my head. “I mean, if it’s okay, I want to stay.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he says and then lies down facing me. Our legs tangle and I scoot over until I’m pressed against him. I need comfort. I need reassurance that everything will be okay. And almost as if he can sense it, he pulls me into his chest and wraps me up in his arms.

Then, and only then can I really relax.

CHAPTER 9

ALEC

“Alec,” Jude says an hour later, the two of us drifting in and out of sleep. When I said he had an amazing dick, I meant it. I loved riding it. My ass still twinges a bit, I haven’t been a bottom for ages. But it was worth it. To watch the way Jude’s eyes widened when I sank onto him, the way they rolled back into his head as I started to move. The sounds he made, the gibberish coming out of that sweet mouth. Just the thought of it makes my dick twitch in response.

I’d sit on his dick again in a heartbeat. Whenever he wanted. He’d just need to look up at me with those blue eyes, and I’d do anything he asked.

Within reason, I amend. I’m not a goner or anything.

That isn’t what this is.

I have to remember that.

“What’s up?” I ask, my hand reaching up and tangling in his hair. Love his hair. I hated it for so long—how it made him so different, how it made him stand out, how I couldn’t look away—but now I can’t stop touching it. Can’t stop carding my hands through the soft strands.

“I, um, I don’t think this is a hobby,” he says quietly and my body freezes. I’ve been teasing him about this hobby bullshit and decided a few weeks ago to use it to my advantage, but now, his quiet revelation is making him sound open and raw.

This is an important moment for him—coming to terms with who he is.

“I don’t think it is either,” I reply softly.

He lets out a shaky breath and starts tracing his finger around my nipple. His fingernail slides around one and then the other, driving me bonkers, but I bite my lip to keep myself from acting on these horny feelings boiling up within me. This is a serious moment for him, a moment of self-realization, and I need to respect that.

Need to respect him.

“I think…Alec, what do you think I am?” he asks a few minutes later. His words are uneven and exhaled on a nervous breath.

“I don’t know. Sexuality is a spectrum, Jude. I can’t really tell you what you are. You have to decide that for yourself. And you don’t need a label if you don’t want one. It’s not always black and white, sometimes we exist in the gray areas.”

His hand stops moving before it slides through the hair on my chest. It creeps up my neck and starts to play with my Adam’s apple. Fuck, I never thought I’d be in bed with Jude while he touches me tenderly like this, but I crave it, the intimate connection. More than I should.

If Killian knew what I was doing with Jude, he’d be so upset. This was supposed to be simple and quick, and it’s turning out to be so much more complicated than I thought.

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