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feeling it like you are, though. Let me help you.”
    Before Whitley could agree or deny, Jude’s other palm pressed against his straining erection through the denim and massaged his throbbing cock. Whitley’s hips bucked, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
    “Shhh,” Jude cooed to him as he expertly popped the button on Whitley’s pants and lowered his zipper with ease. His long, warm fingers reached into Whitley’s boxers and encircled his cock, squeezing it lightly as he extracted it from its confinement. He stepped closer, crowding Whitley’s personal space, and bent to whisper in his ear. “I’ve got you, Whit. Let me give you what you need.”
    His grip tightened around Whitley’s hard length, and he stroked him twice before Whitley erupted like a geyser, clutching at Jude’s
shoulders and shooting pearly ropes of cum all over the man’s expensive-looking slacks.
    Whitley whimpered and bucked, burying his face into Jude’s warm neck while the world around him spun out of control. His legs began to shake, his breathing accelerated, and instead of easing the pain, his climax only seemed to increase the burn. “Please, please, please,” he chanted.
    He knew he needed to stop talking, but he just couldn’t help it.
    Jude smelled so good, and his bare skin was so smooth. Dipping his head, Whitley captured one of the man’s copper-colored nipples in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the pebbled nub.
    His own lust skyrocketed when Jude moaned for him, the sound rumbling through his chest and sending faint vibrations over Whitley’s tongue. Then one hand came up to cup the back of his head and tug him closer, while the other hand continued to stroke and tease Whitley’s still-hard and weeping cock.
    Using his lips, tongue, and teeth, Whitley tortured the nipple in his mouth while he worked at the fastener of Jude’s pants. He wanted skin, wanted to feel the man pressed against him with no boundaries between them.
    “Easy,” Jude said softly, reaching down to still Whitley’s fumbling hands. When he eased away, Whitley wanted to cry out in frustration, but he kept his lips pressed together, and simply stood there, trembling with need. “Let me show you something.” Jude could show him anything he wanted as long as it involved them being naked and horizontal. Hell, they didn’t even have to be horizontal. Whitley would settle for just about any position as long as it involved a rock-hard, throbbing cock in his ass.
    He couldn’t ask for those things, though. He’d learned long ago to accept what he was given and never demand more. God, why wouldn’t Jude just tell him what he wanted, tell him what to do? It would make things a lot less complicated.
“Come here, Whit.” No one ever called him that, and Whitley found he liked it a lot. He liked it even more because it came from Jude.
    Whitley stepped forward, molding himself to his mate’s chest again, and moaned in pleasure when Jude’s arms encircled him. There was something about being encased in those powerful arms that made Whitley feel safe and protected like he’d never felt before. It did little to cool his lust, however.
    “Jude, please,” he murmured. “I need…” He knew exactly what he needed, just not how to articulate it. If he didn’t keep his damn mouth shut, he was going to scare Jude off. No one liked needy and desperate, but that’s exactly how Whitley felt.
    “I know. I know. I’m going to take good care of you, Whit. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
    No one had ever wanted to take care of him. In his experience, it all came down to what he could do for his partner. Jude wasn’t like any of those guys, and it confused the hell out of him. Whitley only knew how to be one way, and Jude didn’t seem to want that from him.
    “Tell me what to do,” he begged. If Jude would just tell him what he wanted and what he liked, Whitley could do that. Without any direction, he was floundering, and his anxiety