Page 31 of Sinful Sharing

He stares up at me with an expression I can’t exactly read. It’s a softened, focused gaze, almost as if he’s seeing right through me. “Selfishly, I’m glad no one else has had you in a while. Feels like I get to be your first all over again.”

A warm sensation spreads throughout my stomach. Jude is exactly the kind of man I’d want to be my first. Instead, it was a roommate in college with the experience and self-control of a rock. It was terrible. So, I don’t mind a do-over.

“And if it gets too much, let me know. Understand?”

I nod, another flood of affection filling me. “Understand.”

He presses and rubs a little harder on my hole, gauging my expression. “I’m okay,” I whisper.

My response seems to assure him, and he gradually works his way past the tight ring of muscle. A dark gleam settles in his eyes. His chest expands. “Fuck... I can’t wait to fit myself inside this snug little space.”

Hell, I could come simply from that visual. He slides in deeper, stretching me. A whimper of pleasure bursts from my mouth. My grip tightens on his shoulder blades. “And I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I enter you,” he goes on.

The anticipation is already killing me. My asshole clenches around his finger, aching for that thick organ straining the front of his jeans. But I make myself content with what he’s doing to me because it feels so fucking amazing. He fucks me slow and sweet, stroking my cock from root to tip. Pre-cum lubricates his motions. A groan vibrates in my chest as I rock into his hold, chasing his touch. I’ve never felt pleasure like this.

But then he adds another finger, and oh my fucking God in heaven. “Jude...” I suck in a breath, eyes rolling into my skull, body undulating. “Holy fucking shit.”

He growls in response, curling them inside me. I bite down on my lip, tasting blood. A feverish burst of desire erupts in my stomach, spreading to every inch of my body. “Fuck, what are you doing to me?”

“Showing you what you’ve been missing,” he murmurs, twisting and thrusting his fingers, pumping my cock. “Convincing you to stop denying yourself.”

And with those words, he plunges deeper, fucking me harder, pushing me toward the edge. It’s so fucking hot. So delicious. My shaky moans bounce off the barn walls as I thicken and throb in his grip.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close,” I pant, riding his fingers, chasing what already feels like an incredible release.

“That’s it, baby.” He strokes me faster, his eyes as dark as midnight, voice dripping with pure, raw lust. “I want you to come so fucking hard for me.”

The sexy tone of his demand and that endearing word are enough to shatter me completely. I buck and slide through his grip, losing every ounce of myself. “Oh God Jude… oh God…”

“Fuck…” He watches in awe as what looks like an endless flow of cum spills through his fingers as I ride out my climax. “It really has been too long.”

I can’t respond. I’m too busy catching my breath, slowly descending from that incredible high. A high that is already so addictive. Already, I want so much more.

Jude wipes my semen from his hand, then removes his jacket, laying it on the stack of grain. He then takes mine off the floor, laying it there, too. “On your back,” he orders, and I climb on top, lying down on the makeshift bed. Jude removes his shirt as if it’s on fire. Or maybe it is on fire. Because fuck, he’s hot as sin.

The other word that comes to mind when I look at him is powerful. His physique is shaped by long days of physical work on the ranch, not the gym. His shoulders are wide, tapering into a solid chest. A faint dusting of dark hair stretches across his pecs, narrowing into a trail that disappears below his waistband. The visible ridges of his hard stomach shift subtly as he moves. Everything about him radiates quiet, dependable strength, as though his body were built for protection.

Protecting someone like me.

There goes that dip in my stomach again.

He steps out of his jeans in a rush. His boxers soon follow, revealing thick, muscly thighs that could probably squish my head, and a rock-hard organ that steals every ounce of my breath. I’ve seen his dick before, but here in the light of day, it appears so much bigger. A perfect proportion of length and girth that makes me wonder if I’ll be able to walk when he’s done with me.

Jude catches me gaping. He grins, reaching for his pants on the floor. “Don’t worry, it will fit.”

He fishes a condom from his wallet. I wet my lips as he slides it over his shaft. I don’t know why the thought of my insides being rearranged turns me on, but I’m already getting hard again.

“Mhm…” Jude eyes my growing cock. “Someone’s greedy.”

He moves between my legs, pulling my knees up, yanking me to the edge. “If it gets too intense—“

“I will.” Although I’m positive I won’t tell him to stop. I’ve been abstinent for too long to walk away from what might be the best sex I’ve ever had.

But even with that thought, my heart still races in my chest. Nervous beats flutter against my stomach as he grips the back of my knees, his swollen tip nudging my ass. He looks up at me, his eyes smoldering with something dark and wicked, something that tells me I won’t be the same when we’re done.

My back arches as he slowly, carefully enters my body, his hooded gaze boring into mine. I don’t dare to look away. For a moment, I don’t even dare to breathe. He’s so thick, so hard, stretching my flesh and leaving me feeling so deliciously full. We both groan when he buries his entire length inside me. My body shivers even while a heatwave covers my skin, seeping warmth into my system. A healthy flow of blood surges to my dick.

Jude’s jawline clenches, his fingers digging into my skin. “Jesus fuck, you’re like a fist.”