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his body devoid of any hair but that on his head and along his jaw. His cock flexed, bobbing slightly and leaking clear drops of pre-cum from the tip.
    Something landed on the mattress beside him, and Whitley glanced over, wanting to smack himself in the head when he saw the small bottle of lube. Would he ever stop jumping to conclusions and always thinking the worst?
    “Stop thinking so hard,” Jude said quietly, as though reading his mind. He straddled Whitley’s thighs again and slipped his warm hands under the hem of Whitley’s shirt to caress the flat expanse of his stomach.
Then very slowly, he worked the material up Whitley’s chest, and with a little help, pulled it over his head and tossed it to the side. Once fully divested of his clothing, Whitley felt exposed, and not in a good way. It didn’t help that Jude was just staring at him. He couldn’t decipher the look he was receiving, and only hoped he measured up to his mate’s expectations.
    “You’re beautiful,” Jude whispered as he stretched out over Whitley and brushed his fingertips over his hip bone. Then his fingers walked up Whitley’s torso and gently wrapped around his wrist, pulling his arm away from his chest. “Don’t hide from me.” Whitley hadn’t even realized he’d been doing just that. He knew he wasn’t much to look at—certainly nothing like Jude. Every part of the man was utter perfection from the tip of his spiky hair to the bottom of his long toes. How could Whitley ever compare to that?
    “You’re doing it again,” Jude chastised him. “I guess I’m going to have to distract you to get you to stop thinking everything into the ground.” With that, he palmed Whitley’s aching cock and stroked him from root to tip several times.
    Whitley moaned and dropped his head back to the mattress as his hips arched up to slide his throbbing dick through Jude’s too-loose grasp. Somewhere in his lust-addled brain he heard the soft snick of a bottle cap, but he couldn’t be bothered with things like that when Jude’s hands on him felt so good.
    Jude nudged his legs wider, and Whitley complied automatically, spreading his thighs and even going as far as to bend his knees and plant his feet on the mattress. He might not be able to think straight, but his body knew what it wanted and responded accordingly.
    Then a slippery finger skimmed over his perineum and down the crease of his ass to circle his clenching hole. “Please!” he begged as his body shuddered and his entire world narrowed down to the nudge of his mate’s finger against his entrance.
    Carefully, Jude’s digit worked its way inside his spasming channel and began a slow glide meant to torture and tease. That’s how
Whitley saw it anyway. Everything felt so amazing, but he needed more.
    “Let go and stop thinking,” Jude ordered just before his mouth crashed down on Whitley’s again and his tongue plunged inside to explore and pillage the depths of his mouth. Whitley’s brain short-circuited, and he barely noticed when Jude inserted a second finger into his ass.
    “Jude, please! Fuck me!” Whitley cried as he wrenched his mouth away and fisted his hands in the blankets beneath him.
    A sharp pinch and a subtle burn accompanied the addition of a third finger into his needy hole. Jude pumped lazily, sawing his finger in and out as his mouth traveled along the column of Whitley’s throat and over his collarbones.
    Just when Whitley thought he’d die if things didn’t move along, Jude’s fingers eased out of his tunnel, leaving him feeling empty and unsatisfied. He was back just a quickly though, positioning himself between Whitley’s thighs as he slicked his long, thick cock.
    Bracing one hand beside Whitley’s head, Jude leaned over him and paused with the crown of his dick barely brushing against Whitley’s hole. “Deep breath, baby.”
    No one had ever called him by an endearment, much as no one had ever given him a nickname. Whitley wished he could