“Oh god!” Michaels shook blissfully.
“Just like that.” Judge panted against his throat. “Need to be as deep inside you as I can. I need… need… fuck.”
“Tell me.” Michaels’ arms were around Judge’s neck, holding on tight. He rested his cheek on Judge’s shoulder and settled in for the ride. “What do you need, Judge? I’ll give you anything.”
Judge’s pace picked up and the next thing Michaels knew, his neck was gripped tightly and his mouth was captured in an aggressive and challenging kiss. Michaels grimaced and slammed his eyes shut, his orgasm exploding to the surface. Judge held the back of his head, licking and biting hard at his throat; and Michaels happily took all that his partner wanted to give him. Judge may not have been able to express exactly what he needed, but Michaels could read him. Although he wanted to curl up against Judge and go right back to sleep after coming that hard, nothing was more important to him than making Judge come just as hard. Judge surprised the hell out of him when he ran his two fingers through the come that had spread between them and smeared it over Michaels’ swollen, red lips. He licked his lips first, coating his tongue right before Judge swooped in and consumed his mouth, taking his liquid energy. Stole all he could before licking the rest off his fingers, sucking each one the same way he’d just sucked his cock.
Michaels felt drunk. He looked back into Judge’s eyes, trying to show Judge without telling him that he wanted him for more than just one more night. He wanted to get to know him, he wanted to make him smile and laugh again, wanted to go see action movies and shoot pool and eat unlimited wings like God and Day did every Saturday night. Fuck. He wanted to cook dinner for him, and go for long walks with Bookem. He wanted to curl up on the couch and read to him, laughing as he tortured him with his tawdry romance novels. Wanted to take long weekends at his family’s summer cabin and fish, and fuck until they were exhausted. Could Judge see all that clearly playing out in his eyes?
He felt Judge tense, felt his thighs go rigid beneath him, and knew he was going to get his reward. “Come for me, Judge. I need that from you.” Judge twitched and grunted, his thrust speeding up, chasing his nut until he finally caught it.
“Uggggh! Fuuuuck! Austin!” Judge buried his pulsing cock as far as he could. Roared and came deep inside him, that goddamn latex stingily stealing what Michaels considered his. Wanted nothing more than to have that come filling him up, burning his insides, marking him. Judge clawed at his back, dug his blunt nails into his ass, pulling his cheeks apart while he shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
After a few more seconds had passed, Judge dropped back down to the mattress, taking Michaels with him, folding him against his chest. Michaels rose and fell with each labored breath while they came down from the most natural high in the world.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Judge tenderly rubbed the man in his arms. He tried not to think too much, but his mind kept venturing to the beyond. Beyond this hotel suite, beyond tomorrow… next month. Could he and Michaels do the whole relationship thing? Honestly, he wasn’t sure. He felt over the fucking hill. For the first time in years, he just didn’t know what he should do, and that made him feel like an old fool. There was so much to consider. Michaels was young, gorgeous, a force to be reckoned with. If he was crazy enough to actually want him, Judge was a simple man. His life, his job may appear adventurous, but even that was taking its toll. An actual relationship. Hell. He wasn’t the Hallmarky-pick-out-China guy, or a gay man that wanted an over-the-top wedding where he had to wear a ridiculously uncomfortable tux and pay thousands for people he didn’t even consider real friends to come eat and drink on his dime. Oh, my hell. He sure as shit didn’t want to have game nights and unnecessary, awkward dinner parties with other gay couples. It was stupid to consider the possibility. It would never work.
Michaels squirmed in his hold, but Judge still couldn’t let go. “You’re thinking so hard you’re preventing me from going to sleep.”
He chuckled lightly. He was thinking hard. Every time Michaels spoke to or looked at him like Judge was the stars and moon, every time Austin accepted him inside of his body, all Judge’s inhibitions went out the window. He cradled his bad detective close to him and closed his eyes. They may not have forever, but they did have that night. Judge must’ve dozed off because the next thing he remembered was jolting up in bed at the sound of Bookem’s angry barks. He was naked as a jaybird; he grabbed his weapon off the nightstand, stumbled into his cutoffs while running through the living room. He barged into the room and saw Switch standing on the other side of the bed, looking slightly pale.