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And Funky…

I have to sneak him out too.

Ugh.

The bed shifts beside me. Jude’s nose presses against my temple. I swear I hear him inhale me. I’m suddenly aware that if I can feel his nose against me, then he’s not wearing his mask.

The urge to straddle him, flick on a light, and look at what he hides from me is strong. But I meant what I said. I wouldn’t pressure him to show me if he wasn’t ready.

Jude’s hand finds my belly and he strokes his fingers in lazy circles around my bellybutton. He’s definitely awake, so there’ll be no sneaking out. Now that he’s touching me, I’m quickly forgetting about the humiliating way I behaved last night and falling victim to his touch.

I also realize my shirt is gone.

My pants are too.

Awareness fully settles in, making me aware that I can feel the heat of his skin touching my bare skin all along my body from our heads to our toes. The only things between us are our boxers.

I want to speak—to apologize for last night—but my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. Another pathetic whine squeaks out.

Jude’s lips brush over my cheek and he murmurs, “Go back to sleep.”

Go back to sleep?!

Is he insane?

There’s no way I can sleep now that I know we’re both practically naked and I made an idiot of myself last night.

His fingers drift lower and he teases the band of my boxers. I suck in a sharp breath of anticipation, praying he’ll do more than tease. Blood leaves my brain, making me momentarily forget last night, and settles at my cock, making it plump up. I fidget in the bed, silently asking for him to touch me there, but also not being man enough to actually say the words.

Funky whaps his tail in my face before darting off the bed with an annoyed meow. Jude makes a soft chuffing sound.

We both grow silent aside from our heavy breathing. I shiver each time his fingers tease at the waistband of my boxers. Then he roughly stuffs his hand inside them, clumsily grabbing onto my cock and pinching a few pubic hairs in the process.

“Sorry,” he grunts, voice raspy against my face. “I’ve never done this before to another man.”

My dick pulsates happily in his brutish grip. “S-okay,” I choke out. “Feels good.”

“Like this?” He slowly moves his hand up and down over my cock, gripping it almost too tightly. His scarred skin is rough on my sensitive flesh. Lube would be great, but I also like the rawness of his touch.

“Yes,” I whisper. “You don’t have to if—”

“I want to. Very much.”

His raspy words tickle over my face. I ache to kiss him, but I haven’t brushed my teeth. No one wants to kiss wine morning breath. Yuck. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep the whimpering at bay. Despite his rough grip and first time giving another man a hand job, I am quickly overcome with the raw pleasure coursing through me.

Jude’s hand is so large, it easily covers most of my cock from top to bottom and certainly wraps around it. I’m not by any means small in the dick department either. He’s just that huge.

“Ungh,” I croak out. “Holy shit.”

His thumb slides over the tip of my cock, teasing the wetness there. He seems fascinated by this because he does it over and over again, driving me insane with need. When he stops to rub at the slit at the top, I nearly come right then.

“I like your cock,” he murmurs against my face.

Oh, fuck.

“I like yours too,” I hiss. “Jesus, this feels insanely good.”

He continues his up and down stroking all the while teasing my slit. It has me trembling with how fantastic it feels. I can’t remember the last time I actually enjoyed sex. Sean made sure it always hurt.