STORY EXCERPT

“What’s your name?”

The man started laughing again. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

Tripp almost groaned when he saw the man’s little pink tongue dart out to wet his plush lips. Cute was quickly turning into sexy, but damned if Tripp could understand why.

“Jude.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

Jude snorted, shrugging nonchalantly as he turned back to his milk. “It is if everyone calls you Judie instead of Jude.” His voice was quiet, almost a murmur, but Tripp could hear a wealth of pain in those words.

It didn’t make much sense to Tripp that people would make fun of his name, but he was starting to feel like there wasn’t much about this man that would. “Why would anyone call you Judie?”

“Seriously?” Bright cornflower-blue eyes blinked up at Tripp. Jude waved his hand up and down his body. “Have you seen me?”

Tripp rested one arm on the bar top as he leaned back and raked his eyes over Jude’s slim body. There wasn’t much to see. Jude just wasn’t that big. But what Tripp did see didn’t make him think of anyone named Judie.

Instead, Tripp started thinking about what Jude would look like spread out on his white comforter—minus the baggy cream-colored knit sweater and tan slacks. Yeah, the loafers had to go as well.

“You don’t look like a Judie to me.”

Jude’s middle finger came out, pushing his glasses back up his face so he could peer up into Tripp’s face. Tripp couldn’t help but wonder if they were too big for his face. It seemed like Jude had to push them back up his nose almost constantly.

“What do I look like?” There was a husky tone in Jude’s voice when he asked that question that went right to Tripp’s cock. He got hard so fast that he felt dizzy.

“Huh…” Tripp blinked because he knew he had to be seeing things when the man’s cornflower-blue eyes twinkled and seemed to change shade, turning darker, almost dark royal blue. It had to be the lack of blood to his brain. That was the only explanation Tripp had for what he thought he was seeing. “You look like a Jude to me.”

“Really?” Jude glanced down at himself. When his head popped back up, there was so much hope swirling in his eyes that Tripp would have agreed to anything just so that look would never go away. “You think I look like a guy?”

Wait.

What?

“Of course you look like a guy.” Tripp quickly scanned Jude from head to toe. He seemed to have all of the right parts in all of the right places, and no extra parts. He was a guy, wasn’t he? “Aren’t you supposed to look like a guy?”

A few women had tried to fool Tripp in the past, but he had always found them out within a matter of moments. There were just signs he could see when looking at someone. Jude might not be a big macho muscle-bound man, but he was still a man.

He hoped.

Tripp supposed there was always a first time.

“People just don’t look at me and think guy, you know,” Jude said quickly, almost too quickly. Tripp could barely keep up with the rapid words coming out of Jude’s mouth. “I know I don’t have a ton of muscles or anything, but I work out. Really. Still, everyone looks at me and either thinks girl or nerd or something like that. They never look at me and think guy, you know?”

Jude’s head suddenly snapped up. “Oohhh, can I smell you?”

Tripp leaned back. His eyes narrowed cautiously. “Why?”

Tripp had no idea why Jude scooted his glasses back up his face. He wasn’t looking out of them. His eyes were darting around the room, and he looked like he was trying to see out the sides of them, almost as if he didn’t want to look Tripp in the face.

“Jude?”

“Can I, please?” Jude peeked up at Tripp through the top of his glasses as they slid right down his nose again. “I won’t be rude about it, but I’d really like to smell you. See, some people smell really nice but others don’t, and you seem nice but you might not be nice. If I was to smell you then—”

Tripp rolled his eyes at the long monologue and stepped forward, pressing his hand over Jude’s mouth. “Just do it, Jude.”

He dropped his hand then leaned down, tilting his head back so that Jude could sniff at him. Jude leaned in closer, and then Tripp heard a soft sniffing noise. Tripp thought that would be the end of it.

And that was what I get for thinking.

Jude groaned deeply. It slowly turned into a deep rumbling purr type of noise as Jude grabbed Tripp’s shirt and yanked him closer. If Tripp hadn’t been so shocked at the strength in the little man, he would have stopped Jude from nuzzling into his neck.

Maybe.

By the time he felt Jude’s tongue lick up the side of his neck, it was too late. Trippbit his lip to stifle his outcry of surprise when a flash of pain flared through his throat as something sharp tore into his flesh. It was short and quick and over before he knew exactly what happened.

And then pleasure slammed into Tripp so hard and so fast that his knees almost buckled.

ADULT EXCERPT

Tripp swung around and strode quickly across the bar to the men’s bathroom—not his favorite spot for a little interlude, but it would do in an emergency, and this definitely qualified as an emergency.

Two men were pressed up against the fake marble sink counter making out when Tripp walked in. Tripp growled deep in his throat. The two men sprang apart, staring at Tripp with wide eyes. “Out!”

They eyed Tripp warily as they scooted around him and Jude then ran from the bathroom. Tripp made his way down the aisle of stalls, kicking each of them open until he had assured himself that they were alone.

“Jude,” Tripp said as he tried to peel the man off his chest. Jude wasn’t budging. He grunted and tightened his arms around Tripp’s neck. Tripp rolled his eyes, not sure whether to be exasperated or aroused. “Jude, baby, you need to let go now.”

Tripp winced when Jude shook his head, the sharp little teeth embedded in flesh pulling at his sensitive skin. Tripp liked biting just as much as the next guy, but this was getting ridiculous.

“Damn it, Jude, I said now!” He swatted Jude on the ass to get his point across.

Jude whimpered.

Tripp swatted him again.

Jude stilled then slowly withdrew his teeth and licked at Tripp’s skin. When he pulled back, his head was bowed, but Tripp could still see Jude’s pink tongue moving across his lips as if savoring the taste lingering there.

“What in the hell was that all about, Jude?” Tripp asked as he set Jude on his feet and stepped back. When Jude followed, Tripp rolled his eyes and stuck his hand out, grabbing Jude’s shoulder and keeping him right where he was—with plenty of space between them.

Instead of answering him, Jude dropped to his knees. He had Tripp’s jeans unzipped and his dick out before Tripp even felt the brush of his fingers. And then he only felt Jude’s hot, wet mouth as it closed around his hard length.

“Oh fuck!” Tripp groaned as his fingers clenched in Jude’s curly black hair. His hand cradled the back of Jude’s head as he slid slowly in and out of Jude’s mouth. Jude knelt in front of him, gripping Tripp’s hips and relaxing into Tripp’s touch.

“Suck it,” Tripp groaned, knowing this was a really bad idea but unable to help himself. Jude had a fantastic mouth.

And apparently, he had no gag reflex.

At. All.

Jude practically shoved his face into Tripp’s groin as he took him to the back of his throat, using his throat muscles to milk Tripp’s shaft. Jude pressed the palms of his hands into Tripp’s thighs as he leaned forward, swallowing the entire damn thing down his throat.

Not many had done that.

As Jude’s throat massaged his length, Tripp felt his cock tingle, aching for release, his balls drawn and tight. He pushed his cock to the back of Jude’s throat, waiting for Jude’s reflexive swallow to squeeze the sensitive tip before retreating and thrusting into him again.

“Damn, baby, just like that.” He was so fucking close.

Tripp’s fingers trailed under Jude’s jaw and settled on his neck, feeling Jude’s throat muscles work as he sucked Tripp off. Jude began to smile around Tripp’s cock and then hummed, the vibrations making Tripp hiss.

“Jude,” Tripp moaned. His hips bucked, sending his thick cock further down Jude’s throat. Jude opened his mouth wider, accepting the girth as he let his tongue explore the length of Tripp’s shaft. He lapped at Tripp as though the man’s cock were an especially tasty treat.

Jude moved further down, licking and kissing his way to the root of Tripp’s shaft and then back up to the tip. Tripp moaned as Jude swirled his tongue around Tripp’s cock before pressing the tip into the slit in the flared head of his shaft.

Tripp groaned and buried his hands in Jude’s hair as the smaller man began to tongue him hard and fast. Jude’s mouth tormented him, wringing searing pleasure after pleasure from his hard, aching dick.