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“Can I?” I ask, breathlessly as I fist my cock with one hand.
“Yeah.” Jude’s voice is deeper than usual as he pulls his shirt up, exposing his round, hairy stomach as he watches my hand. Unfortunately, I have to drop my cock because I need both hands to undo his pants and pull his dick out. It sits heavily in my hand, and I drag my thumb down his slit. The moisture there makes me shiver with excitement.
I smear the cum from both of our tips down our shafts as best as I can, then spit in my hand. When I grip our cocks tightly together, Jude groans and thrusts up. The drag of his smooth skin against mine has me throwing my head back with a pleased moan. I stroke us together, as Jude thrusts from below. We’re both leaking, growing slick as our skin slides together.
He’s a quiet lover, making little noise except for the increased pace of his breath.
I am not the same. I would be embarrassed by the sounds that escape me if it didn’t feel so fucking good. I can feel myself tensing as I get closer and closer to coming, and I’m trying to hold off for Jude, but I can’t.
Hot cum splashes onto his stomach and the head of his cock. I use the moisture to slick his shaft and pick up the pace, the pressure of my oversensitive cock rubbing against his making me squeeze my eyes tight and bite my tongue so I don’t cry out.
With a grunt, I can feel Jude’s cock pulse against mineas he comes. I stroke three more times slowly, bringing us both down before I collapse forward.
The sticky mess between us doesn’t bother me. I kiss him, trying to show him without words that this wasn’t just a release for me. He meets me halfway, calming my rapidly beating heart.
After a few moments, I head to his bathroom and grab a towel, wetting the edge of it. It doesn’t take long to clean us up, and both of us pull our bottoms back on. I sit down next to him, unsure of what to do next.
Do we cuddle? Do we go into his room and curl together and fall asleep? It’s late as fuck, and I’m tired, but I have no idea what I’m supposed to do now. Are we supposed to high-five?
Shit, I didn’t think this through. With Alex, it makes sense to cuddle up. But with Jude, I don’t know if he’d want that, and we didn’t talk about it first.
Before I can overthink anymore, the door to his trailer slams open, and Alex stands in the doorway, barefoot and in an oversized shirt.
Dexter’s shirt.
Her nostrils flare, clearly taking in our combined scents, before her eyes lock with mine. “There you are. You have to come quickly. It’s Dexter.”
Chapter 30
The prison guardpats me down after I empty everything from my pockets into the gray bin. My hands are shaking, and bile rises in my throat.
Maybe this was a mistake. I shouldn’t be here, not without Dario.
“Right this way, Mr. Reynolds,” the guard says after I pass through the metal detector.
Too late to back out. Here goes nothing.
I follow him down a bare hallway and into a brightly lit room that has a few tables and vending machines on the side.
“I’ll be right back with your father.”
Slowly, as if it will delay his arrival if I don’t rush, I pick out a table and sit down.
Dad is in a minimum security prison exclusively for Omegas. On average, Omegas are less likely to break the law than any other designation. However, when they do, they must be kept separate from all other designations, resulting in only a few Omega prisons nationwide.
Luckily, or not, depending on how you look at it, there’s one right outside of Chicago, only a three-hour bus ride away.
The door opens, and I look up, locking eyes with my father for the first time in nine years.
There wasn’t a trial after my mom’s death, so Dario and I didn’t need to testify. We were swept away and deposited on the steps of a relative who didn’t want us.
“Dexter?” my Dad says softly. “Look how big you are. Oh my God.”
“Hi, Dad.”
He sits down in front of me, and the guard gives me a curt nod. “I’ll be in the corner over there. Let me know if you need anything.”
Dad looks mostly the same. Maybe a little older, but that’s only obvious in the few wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, and the shiny silver streaks in his dark hair.
