Page 92 of Mr. Perfect

“You little shit,” Jude said, lunging for Felix.

Felix had straightened up to his full height just as a muscular body slammed into his chest.

Jude smashed his lips against Felix’s, claiming his mouth in a ferocious kiss. Felix reached for Jude’s shirt but was careful not to destroy a third one. Jude wasn’t nearly as judicious, whipping Felix’s polo shirt up and over his head.

“I need you,” Jude groaned before pressing hot, open-mouth kisses all along Felix’s throat.

Felix pushed the last button free on Jude’s dress shirt, then spread the fabric apart. He placed his palms on Jude’s lower abdomen and slowly slid them upward until he reached his broad shoulders. Felix shoved the fine material down Jude’s muscular arms, reveling in the electricity arcing between them.

“I need you too.”

The clothes continued to come off as they made their way to Felix’s room. Pulitzer was stretched across his bed when they walked in. The cat opened one eye, saw the men’s current condition, and scrammed off the bed.

“He’s going to make me pay later, isn’t he?” Jude asked.

“Yep. Think you’ll regret it?”

Jude slid his hand into Felix’s hair, cupping the back of his head to bring his mouth closer. “Not even for a millisecond.” Their kiss was long, wet, and breathtaking. “I want to feel you inside me again,” Jude whispered once they parted.

Felix ignored the frenzied need spiking in his blood in favor of tempting and teasing Jude. They lay side by side on the bed, kissing and caressing one another as their desire built to a fevered pitch. Jude took both their cocks in his large hand and stroked them together. Felix rolled and massaged Jude’s balls because he knew how much the bigger man loved it.

“Playtime is over. Fuck me.” Jude rolled to his back and spread his legs, exposing his pucker to Felix. “Lube and condom, Ace,” he said when Felix just continued to stare.

How many times had Felix thought about having Jude under him again? Too many to count. No pressure though. He knew exactly how to please this man. Felix grabbed the supplies from the drawer, then kissed a path down Jude’s torso, stopping to lave both nipples and nip Jude’s navel. Felix lapped the dripping precum from Jude’s stomach before he licked and sucked Jude’s cock, balls, and taint. Felix blew a stream of air across Jude’s pucker and relished the way it quivered in response.

Jude fisted his hand in Felix’s hair and lifted his head. “Fuck me.”

Felix nipped Jude’s inner thigh. “So bossy.”

“So bitchy.”

Felix crawled up the length of his body. Lust rode him hard, making his aches and pains barely noticeable. Rather than position himself between Jude’s thighs, Felix straddled his hips.

“To frot or not to frot, that is the question,” Felix said, dribbling lube over their cocks. Felix aligned their erections together, then began grinding his dick against Jude’s. “We shared our first few orgasms together like this,” Felix said, leaning over Jude.

“Until we got braver,” Jude said, cupping Felix’s face and pulling him down for a kiss so tender it made Felix lose his rhythm.

Felix opened the condom and rolled it down his shaft before pouring lube on his fingers. He worked Jude’s ass until the big man’s moaning turned into curses and kinky threats. After slicking up his dick, Felix pressed the head of his erection against Jude’s pucker. He pushed past the first ring of muscles and stopped to let Jude adjust.

“Christ, you feel so good,” Felix said, closing his eyes and breathing through the urge to plunge deep inside Jude.

Jude reached down and grabbed Felix’s ass with both hands, drawing Felix in deeper into his clench until his balls slapped against Jude’s taut flesh. Warmth enveloped Felix’s cock, but it paled in comparison to the peace spreading through his body.

“So, this is what it feels like to come home,” Felix said, pressing his chest against Jude’s.

Jude smiled, and his eyes shone with promises Felix wanted to hang his hat on. Not just tonight. Every night. Felix battled through the frenetic urge to feast and devour in favor of sipping and savoring. He pushed them toward the edge, then pulled them back until avoiding the fall was no longer a possibility. They plummeted together, something they’d never done before.

Felix tried to ease out of him, but Jude tightened his grip around Felix.

“Stay. I like you right here,” Jude said.

“Let me get rid of the condom and grab a washcloth. I’ll be right back.”

Jude unlocked his legs from Felix’s lower back, and Felix nipped Jude’s pouting lower lip. Felix kept his word, returning to Jude as quickly as he could. They lay together in a tangle of arms and legs, kissing and touching just like they had when they first got on the bed.

“Are you ready to talk about dinner yet?” Jude asked.

Felix chuckled. “What is with you and—” A loud screech cut Felix off.