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Why did that statement feel like Michaels wasn’t only talking about hurting his ass? Would he really not hurt him?
Michaels pushed two fingers deep inside him and Judge puffed a gust of breath, surprised there was barely a burn, only a slight fullness. Fuck. Go deeper. Michaels knew what he was doing. He was experienced and Judge didn’t mind it. He could care less who else Michaels had taken, all he knew is he was the one driving Michaels insane right now.
“Look at you. Opening right up for me,” Michaels said, softly, his fingers twisting and burying as deep as he could. He could feel Michaels’ other fingers pressing against his flesh while the two inside him probed for depth. When Michaels picked up speed, his fingers jabbing in and out of him, Judge grunted and fisted the sheets. As soon as those fingers were gone, Judge felt an unbelievable void. He pumped his hips against the soft sheets, needing the friction, anything to take his mind off of feeling empty inside.
He didn’t turn around but he heard the sound of foil tearing, listened as tight latex snapped against hard flesh, shivered at the telltale click of the lube cap. Hurry. Michaels lay back over him, massaging his back, his shoulders, kissing across the tense blades, his mouth lingering and warm. “You are so sexy, Judge. Everything about you calls to me.” Michaels lined his cock up as he spoke soothingly into Judge’s ear. “From the time I saw you walk into my department, I wanted to claim you.”
Judge’s body burned as Michaels pressed inside of him. His cock was so goddamn hard, like a pipe drilling into him. Judge was so wet and slick down there, the glide was effortless. After the head was in, Judge gasped as Michaels drove in until his pelvis was snug against his ass.
“Ohhhh, my god. Ahhhh, you’re fuckin’ bottomless, babe,” Michaels moaned against him. Judge could feel that lithe chest beating rapidly against his back. Michaels swallowed breaths gusting over his damp skin, raising chill bumps all over him.
Judge smothered his face into the pillow, not wanting Michaels to see the expressions he was making. They couldn’t have looked sexy. He could feel the deep frown in his forehead; his eyes now open wide in shock, his mouth a firm line to keep from screaming out, “Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked before.”
“Judge. Don’t hide from me.” Michaels pressed in deep and rotated his hips, and Judge clenched the sheets, his back arching up.
“Oh god.” It was said too low for Michaels to hear.
“Come out, babe. Let me see you.” Michaels cupped Judge’s cheek and turned his face to the side and leaned in and licked his parted lips. “That’s better. Taste so good… everywhere.” Michaels rubbed his own stubble against Judge’s beard and pulled out halfway, only to slam back in. His pace was smooth and steady, enough to drive Judge insane. Still biting his tongue, he reached back with one hand and gripped one side of Michaels’ hips, urging him to move faster. But it had the reverse effect. Michaels practically stopped.
“Uhn huh. You want it… ask for it. Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Judge and I promise I’ll blow your mind,” Michaels said, so sensually.
Judge clawed at Michaels’ hip, pushing his ass into him. He wasn’t used to this. Asking to be fucked into unconsciousness. He was usually the aggressor; he didn’t trust those one-offs to fuck him, no way. Why did he have to talk? Just pound already. Judge shook with pent-up need, his ass clenching tight with anticipation.
“Mmm,” Michaels moaned. “It’s alright. I can feel you, babe. I hear your body talking.”
Judge might not be much of a dirty talker, but Michaels was damn pro. Judge’s cock leaked heavily, trapped beneath him; which was a good thing because if he touched it, this erotic rhumba would be over. Michaels slid both his arms underneath Judge’s armpits and hooked his shoulders for leverage. “You ready?”
Judge clasped his hands over Michaels’ and nodded once. Michaels barely withdrew a few inches before he slammed back into Judge’s wanting ass. Over and over, rapid sharp thrusts, deeper than Judge could process. Judge twisted and grunted, growling against the sheets.
“Still being stubborn, huh? Why won’t you let me hear you? That deep sexy voice of yours.” Michaels panted in his ear. “I can make you talk, babe.”
“Fuck you,” Judge muttered. Thinking Michaels didn’t hear him… but he was wrong.
Michaels chuckled low and demonically, and Judge knew he’d fucked up. “Better, but not quite what I had in mind.” Michaels’ body was shifting over of him, turning so that his legs straddled his right thigh and both his arms were on his left side braced on the mattress. Oh fuck. Michaels was getting ready to fuck him at an entirely different angle. An angle that was gonna have him pile-driving his prostate.
