He’s fuckin’ beautiful. Jesus.
“Judge. Make me come,” Michaels whispered, so painfully that Judge needed to witness the bliss he was getting ready to give the bruised man in his arms. He increased the speed of his fist, the slicking sound obscene in the small, dark room. Michaels was leaking for him, aching, pleading for him. For him to do what he promised. Judge buried his nose at the base of Michaels’ throat and squeezed his eyes shut, damn he couldn’t watch. He ground his hips forward at the same time he pulled Michaels back into him. “Fuuuuck.” Did that come from him? He wasn’t even sure; his own head was probably spinning as hard as the man he held.
He hadn’t noticed Michaels had taken his hands off the wall until he felt them pulling at his belt, quickly unbuckling it and pulling at the button on his leathers. He should’ve stopped him, but something beyond his comprehension held him back from doing so. Michaels may be drunk and doped up on rage, but he was focused on what he wanted. The way those fingers were working, he wanted Judge’s dick… now. With one hand he worked to free Judge and with his other hand he pulled the back of his jeans and briefs down, revealing a pale, round, furry ass to Judge’s already hazy vision. Oh my god. With his forehead on Michaels’ shoulder he watched his zipper get pulled down and his cock yanked free. Damn if the warmth from Michaels’ calloused palm didn’t make him stagger. They both moaned in ecstasy while he fought to regain control, pushing forward again, flushing them back against the wall. Michaels didn’t stroke Judge’s cock for long, but what he did to him next made his eyes cross. Michaels arched his back and nestled Judge’s hard, pulsing length in the crack of his ass and rocked back and forth, aggressively grinding him extremely close to orgasm while he alternated thrusting his cock into Judge’s palm. Strong arms snaked behind his head, clasping around his neck, using him as leverage.
How had he lost the upper hand so quickly? His dick jerked and wept like it had found the happiest place on earth. He was gonna come, but he’d be damned if he did it before Michaels. He dropped his arm from around Michaels’ chest and gripped him on his hip, using it to slam that sexy ass back into him while he jerked him fast with the other. He felt Michaels’ dick jump in his fist and knew it was time. Good because he was past time. “Fuckin’ come,” he hissed, snapping his hips forward at the same time he squeezed the head of Michaels’ dick. He went down on that length one more time, squeezed hard, twisted his palm and shot his fist back up, wrenching the first spurt of hot come from it. Yesssss. Michaels grunted with the next spurt and worked his ass hard against Judge’s aching dick. The sounds he made were delicious and wicked. Sounds he’d never heard a man make. Masculine but erotic as hell. Not ashamed to show Judge how much he’d pleased him.
It wasn’t supposed to happen, but Judge lost it. He lost his load all over that sweet, taut ass. His orgasm dancing to the sexy song Michaels sang for him with those sensual noises. Damn it was good, one of the best he’d had, and he didn’t even penetrate him. Judge was shaky on his feet. He held Michaels close to his body while they rode out their orgasms, both of them drunk off each other. Dropping his hands down, Michaels slumped back against the wall, dead on his feet, like he could sleep right there. Judge groaned and rotated his neck. He’d done his job. Michaels was calm and completely satisfied… for now.
He couldn’t imagine the marks they’d have on their bodies by morning because Michaels was squeezing the hell out of his neck as he writhed shamelessly against Judge’s dick and he’d gripped and pulled on Michaels in every way his damp skin would allow.
He looked down at his come dripping down Michaels’ ass, slicking the fine light-colored hairs to that hot skin. The power that flooded his mind made him dizzy. He thought to get a towel to clean him up but quickly changed his mind. Let him wear his essence all night. With one arm still wrapped around Michaels’ chest, he walked him over to the neatly made full-size bed and dropped him down on it face first. He pulled off his boots for him and pushed his legs up on the bed. He was asleep already. Judge watched the serenity glaze across Michaels’ handsome face as he drifted into a peaceful sleep. He’d put that look there. Why did he want to climb into bed next to him? Lay with him… hold him. Judge didn’t do romance. He shook his head and tucked his cock back into his pants. Light snores reached him as he turned out the tiny lamp on the side of the bed.