Made Marian, Volume One by Lucy Lennox
Derek
Jude almost never called me Derek. He called me Wolfe, He-Man, Oaf, Jackass, or Hulk. So when he asked me to fuck him and called me Derek? I was a goner. I pulled back and looked at his blazing brown eyes. I was a goner but not an idiot. “Are you sure this is what you want, Jude? It’ll change things.”
“It doesn’t have to. We’re both adults. Why can’t we enjoy each other’s bodies without things having to get weird?” Jude said between rapid breaths.
“I agree with you in theory, but you need to be sure. It’s been a long time for you, and I don’t want you to regr—”
Jude’s mouth was on mine again and this time his hand landed on the bulge in my boxers as well. Talking time was finished, and that was A-okay with me. I gripped his ass and stood up, carrying him toward his bedroom as he continued kissing me all over. Face, neck, ears. His fingers explored the hair on my head and snuck their way down the collar of my shirt.
When we finally got to Jude’s bed, I laid him down gently on the soft white sheets, still rumpled from his earlier sleep. I pulled his hoodie off and then leaned in to kiss him on the mouth again once he was free of it. My hands stroked every inch of that glorious exposed skin. His body composition was like that of a featherweight fighter, small but built. That’s why every time I saw him come out of a post-concert shower, I could barely stand it.
“God, I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” I admitted, pushing him onto his back and leaning over him to kiss my way across all those little muscles. “Your body is amazing.”
Jude snorted. “This coming from you,” he said before I clamped down on a nipple, and he sucked in a breath.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked between nibbles.
“You’re built, you’re beautiful, and also, you hate my guts, oh Jesus that feels good.”
I made my way down his abdomen and had moved my hand down to press against the outline of his hard cock through his lounge pants. “I don’t hate you,” I said before untying the string of his pants with my teeth. Jude saw me and squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back with a groan.
“Maybe less talking and more dick sucking,” he choked out as I pushed down the waistband with my scruffy chin, drawing a scratchy trail across the tender skin of his cock.
When I slid the pants off all the way, I sat back on my heels and let my eyes feast on the body before me. Jude Marian was stunning. Lean muscle, smooth skin, long, thick wavy brown hair that seriously fucked with my equilibrium, and dazzling brown eyes that seemed to pull people into an abyss. The media called them soulful eyes, but I knew better. They were lonely eyes. Right now, they were fuck-me eyes.
I slowly peeled off my shirt and shucked down my boxers. Jude watched me, mesmerized. I crawled just far enough up his body to settle between his legs and feast on his straining erection. A long strand of precum stretched from his tip to the happy trail on his belly, and I went right to it, licking it off like the first taste of an ice cream cone. Jude hissed and his stomach muscles contracted. I slid my hand over those muscles as I went for it again, this time taking his whole cock deep into my mouth and sucking in.
“Oh god, fuck,” he cried. His hands came down on my head and his hips bucked. Clearly he wasn’t going to last long, so I decided not to fight it. I’d suck him off fast and dirty to get the first orgasm out of the way so we could move on to the second round.
My mouth swirled and sucked its way back up to the crown where I licked and kissed the tip again. I made a show of wetting my finger before lowering my mouth again. He bit out another curse.
His hands scrabbled for purchase on the bed as I worked his cock up, down and around without mercy before sliding a wet finger inside him. Jude writhed under my hands and cried out. I swiveled my finger around to find his prostate. Bingo. Soon after, come shot down my throat and Jude found religion, screaming to god, Jesus, archangels, and any other deity who might be on call to help a guy brought down in his prime by the simple crook of a finger.
I moved up the bed to cradle him against my chest as he came down from his high. He turned in to me, tucking his face into my side and plastering his body against mine. His arm rested across my stomach and my hand came up to stroke it softly, my other hand around his back, holding him close. My mouth found the top of his head and kissed it. I felt his lips push into the skin on my side in response, the tiny tip of a tongue sneaking out to swipe at me.
After several minutes, the arm Jude had resting on my stomach began moving up my chest, his hand seeking the contours of my muscles and the tight buds of my sensitive nipples. He looked up at me, his grin turning devilish. “Your body is a masterpiece,” he said.
His mouth found my nipples and his hand moved farther south, along my stomach to my inner thigh. After nudging my thighs apart, he shifted over me until he was straddling one of my thighs and his arms hooked under my shoulders. Jude’s soft lips came down on mine in a caress, tongue sweeping across my bottom lip before slipping inside. I was hungry for his tongue, and he fed it to me slowly. My hands moved up into his hair and brushed it away from his face, tucking it behind his ears so I could see his face better.
It seemed like my mouth tangled with his for hours before he finally broke away, gasping and moving down my neck to my chest and beyond. He traced my happy trail toward my cock so slowly I was mesmerized. My breath hitched and I caught Jude grinning in satisfaction. My erection jumped under his light touches; he seemed to enjoy teasing me.
When Jude finally put his mouth on me, the sound I made was feral. Desperation clawed at me and I wanted my cock inside his body more than I wanted my next breath. My self-control faltered and I considered tossing him over and fucking him face-first into the mattress. I remembered how long it had been for him though, and restrained myself. Closed my eyes and took slow breaths.
His tongue moved up and down my shaft and I felt the promise of his hot, wet mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore and begged in a strangled voice, “Please, Jude.”
He sucked me down, and I bit out a curse. His mouth was magical and it began to work my cock over and over again until taking it deep into his throat. I hissed and pulled him off me. “I’m going to come if you keep going like that,” I ground out. “What do you want, Bluebell?”
Brown eyes peered up at me, pupils blown. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”
His words thrummed through my body, causing my dick to throb almost painfully. I lifted Jude off me and strode quickly back to my room, pulling a condom and lube packet from my wallet. When I returned and knelt back on the bed, Jude was lying on his side following me with his gaze. He was so sexy in that moment, I was struck with the knowledge I was the only human being who was allowed to touch Jude Marian’s naked body. There were tens of thousands of fans who would give anything to be where I was, naked in Jude’s bed. People who had his poster on their walls, his photographs on their computers, and his image on their brains when they touched themselves.
Out of all the people who’d fantasized about it since he became famous, I was the only one lucky enough to be invited into Jude’s body.
