XOXO: A Bundle of Cozy Novellas

Chapter 7

SEVEN

Chapter Seven—Cullen

Jude Collins was so responsive under Cullen’s lips and fingertips. So responsive, and so unexpected, that Cullen was having a hard— ha ha ha, subconscious—time not taking what they were doing to the next level. But some instinct warned him Jude wasn’t ready.

But then Jude parted his lips, allowing Cullen to lick inside, to revel in the taste of him, the sweet of the spiced cider they’d had, the heat of his mouth, and Cullen didn’t think his restraint would last for long.

Without conscious thought, he reached around Jude and palmed his ass, encouraging him to straddle Cullen’s lap, his back to the fire. Jude’s thighs splayed wide, knees pressed into the back of the love seat, forcing his erection against Cullen’s own, making it impossible for Cullen to heed his own advice. He kept his lips on Jude’s while his hands strayed from Jude’s spectacular ass to his hips, to Jude’s groin where his thumbs traced the outline of his dick through the fabric of his jeans. Jude moaned and sucked Cullen’s tongue further into his mouth.

Gently, as if he were opening the most precious package, a gift he’d never known he wanted but had inexplicably been waiting for his entire life, Cullen popped the button on Jude’s jeans.

“Is this okay?” he whispered.

“God, yes, please. Don’t stop.”

Jude took his mouth again as Cullen dragged his index finger up and down Jude’s hard length. The boxers, briefs, whatever they were, were in his way, But Cullen didn’t want to stop. He suspected Jude Collins didn’t let himself go like this, not often and maybe not ever. Carefully, he eased his fingers through the fly of Jude’s underwear. Jude groaned louder at Cullen’s touch, his silky length hard in Cullen’s grip. Cullen dragged his thumb across the tip and was rewarded by a slight spasm from Jude and a bead of precome that Cullen wished he could taste.

His own cock, throbbing and hard as a rock, needed relief. He pumped Jude a few more times, relishing how the man’s precome was now profuse and his cock slick with it. Cullen hated letting go but he had to unfasten his Levis, he had to feel Jude against his own flesh.

“God, please, Cullen, don’t stop,” Jude whispered frantically when he withdrew his touch.

“I’m coming back, baby, I promise. I just gotta…” He tugged on his top button, feeling the others follow, finally his own pulsing hardness was accessible.

“Oh, God, yes, that please, I need to feel…” Jude crashed his mouth over Cullen’s again taking him with an aggressive kiss.

“Spread your legs wider.”

Jude obeyed, keeping his mouth on Cullen’s, licking and tasting, and to Cullen, it felt like savoring his very essence.

In this position there was no way to get Jude’s jeans off—that would come next time. Fuck he hoped there was a next time. Cullen slouched and spread his own thighs as much as he could, bringing their dripping cocks close so he could wrap his fingers around them.

“Hold on tight, baby, I’m taking us all the way.”

Jude held Cullen’s face between his hands while their tongues tangled together and he licked the roof of Cullen’s mouth. Cullen pumped their cocks; he wasn’t going to last. Jude’s body against his, his tongue inside of him—it was pushing all sorts of buttons Cullen didn’t know he had. He swiped the tops of their cocks with his thumb again, spreading the precome around. The scent of their mingled arousal was going to push him over the edge.

“Oh god, oh god.” Jude pressed his face into the side of Cullen’s neck, pumping into Cullen’s fist. He shuddered against Cullen as he reached his climax and plummeted over the edge, now sucking on the soft skin of Cullen’s neck.

It was Jude’s hot come and one last thrust that forced Cullen’s release. Grabbing the back of Jude’s neck, Cullen pulled the other man fully against his body, trembling with the power of his orgasm.

For what felt like an hour Cullen kept his face pressed into Jude’s neck, his heart racing as he tried to parse out what they’d just done. Cullen was no stranger to sex, but that? That had been one of the most incredible experiences of his life, and they hadn’t even been naked.

He murmured, “That was fucking amazing.”

“It was for me.” Jude sounded unconvinced of Cullen’s sincerity.

Cullen wasn’t sure what he could say so Jude would believe him. “Trust me, baby, it was for me too.”

Jude didn’t respond but stayed pressed against Cullen, Cullen’s hand still down his partially open pants. The fire crackled and snapped in the silence. Cullen felt, more than heard, a powerful gust of wind rock the cabin, and seconds later the power went out again. The symphony stopped playing, but Cullen could still hear it in his head, he knew it by heart after all. He was never going to be able to listen to The Passion again without getting a massive hard on. Probably not what Bach had intended.

Cullen found Jude’s open vulnerability almost shattering as they kissed and touched—and Cullen didn’t want him to close up again. In some way, Cullen realized, Jude was a lot like that fawn he’d rescued years ago, skittish and maybe needing just a little encouragement to let himself go and experience the world. Or in this case, sex.

“You are magnificent, so responsive. Next time we do this, I want to see your face. I bet you are gorgeous when you come.”

Jude’s cock twitched, making Cullen chuckle.

“You like that thought, do you? You want to be naked and coming with me again?”

A little moan escaped Jude and his cock twitched again, Cullen’s was making a mighty effort as well.

“Do you want to hear more? Do you like dirty pillow talk?”

A nod against his neck.

As he spoke, Cullen watched the fire, keeping his hand right where it was. He doubted he, or Jude, would be coming again soon but the tease of arousal hovered around them.

“I want you naked underneath me. I want to touch you all over—everywhere. I want to take your cock into my mouth and suck on it like it’s my favorite flavor of popsicle. I want to taste you. If you’ll let me, I want to taste your hole.”

Jude shivered and nodded, thrusting his hips against Cullen as he bit down on Cullen’s neck.

“I want you on your hands and knees, your ass in the air. I’ll pull your cheeks apart and, at first, I’ll just look at you. I know you’re gorgeous and I want to make sure I see it all, everything. Your sexy hole, your balls, your full, heavy cock, hanging down between your legs.”

“Cullen,” Jude whined as a drop of come trickled across the back of Cullen’s hand.

Cullen slid his hand down so he could reach Jude’s balls, caressing them, loving the feel of them in his hand, the way he was so sensitive, the way he trembled and shivered in Cullen’s grasp.

“Yeah. I want to be inside of you with my tongue and then my dick. I want to make you so hard and desperate for me that you forget your name. You’re going to be begging for me to let you come, but I’m gonna make you wait for it. Beg for it.”

“Please.”

One word. One single word. It slayed Cullen.

He pulled his hand away. “Upstairs.”

Without hesitation, Jude climbed off his lap, his movements languid. While Cullen watched, his cock at half-mast, Jude slipped his jeans and boxers to the floor.

“Take your shirt off.” The shirt-but-no-pants look was arousing, but Cullen needed to see everything.

Jude tugged off his shirt and let it drop. He really was beautiful. Not perfect, but perfection was boring. Beauty was a life lived, a few scars here and there. Jude’s chest was covered with dark hair Cullen couldn’t wait to run his fingers through. His narrow feet and long toes enticed Cullen like his favorite hard candy. As he took in Jude’s form, Cullen noticed Jude becoming erect again, just from Cullen looking, and fuck if that didn’t make his own cock hard.

“Go on upstairs. I’m gonna take care of the fire. I expect to find you on your hands and knees when I get there.”

As Jude scampered up the ladder, Cullen could’ve sworn he slowed down at the top rung to provide a lingering view of his ass. Cullen quickly banked the fire, stripped off his own clothes, and climbed the ladder as well.