JUDE
"How are you feeling?"
The question breaks through the lust haze clouding my mind, and I shift underneath him, nodding.
"Yes, I feel okay now."
I don't expect him to smile and lie next to me. No, this is not what I had in mind when I felt the pleasure coursing through me as we kissed. Not this ending, not this turn of events.
"Are you doing that thing you like doing the most?"
He looks at me with a frown, hearing the bite in my tone. "What thing?"
"The thing where you edge me and then leave me to my devices, or when you just give me a hand job and then let yourself suffer with a hard on throughout the night?"
"I don't do that because I hate you or I have an edging kink, trust me," he chuckles, even though it comes off as humourless. "You have no idea how much …." He cuts himself short, running his palm down his face roughly.
My hard-on forgotten, I turn to face him, lying on my side. "I don't know what?"
