Page 97 of His Untoward Hate

Jude shook his head and smiled at him in melancholy. Unable to bear the sight of his sadness, Sky pressed a long kiss to Jude’s forehead. When he pulled back, their foreheads remained touching, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

“Please don’t cry,” Sky genuinely whispered, words carrying the heavy load of his heart. “You know I hate seeing you cry…” his voice cracked. “Because I love you.”

Jude said nothing, but Sky could see his pupils enlarged. He only looked at him with those gorgeous gray eyes, and somehow, that silent gaze spoke louder than any words ever could.

“Are you going to be okay if we continue to do this?” Sky asked in concern, diverting the topic as he was scared of Jude’s response.

Sky was also worried that Jude might change his mind and refuse to continue. But if he did, then he would respect his decision. But the truth was, Sky really wanted to fuck him right now. He really wanted to own him. With how smart Jude was, Sky knew he was open-minded and already knew these things.

The signal turned green when Jude just nodded slightly and initiated a kiss again. He felt like winning a lottery jackpot with his approval. Sky flipped him over again. He was dominating this time. Sky shucked Jude’s old boxer shorts and stared at the beautiful scenery right in front of him. Jude was completely naked, and he was the most gorgeous person Sky had ever seen in his whole life.

Sky lifted his feet impatiently, not even asking for permission anymore. He undoubtedly and hungrily ate his ass, which he had been curious and dying to taste all these years. When his tongue touched the part of his pink anus, the endorphins in his body activated and skyrocketed badly. Sky closed his eyes, absorbing the otherworldly sensation plastered on his face. The smell and the taste were heavenly. Jude was very tight. Thinking about it, Sky could not wait to go inside him. Jude’s moans were all over the room the moment he inserted his tongue into his pinkish flesh. Jude almost screamed at the surge of emotions shooting within him—the mixture of a little pain, tickling warmth, and the unexplainable sensation in the part of his anus that needed to be reached deeply. Sky licked and played Jude’s ass religiously for about twenty minutes, and Jude was about to go crazy, throwing his head anywhere as his sexy moans filled the whole room. Sky felt his precum seeping through his boxers even more. Sky could not resist the savory taste he was experiencing for the first time, unlike anything he had ever tasted.

Although Sky still wanted to keep eating his butt, his dick could not wait any longer because it felt like it was going to explode already. Sky removed his black Calvin boxer while his lips remained on his hole. When he positioned himself upright, his angry possession was revealed right in front of a very shocked Jude Finn. Jude’s face was painted with mortification and awe to the point that Jude was tremendously blushing all over. Sky went back on top of him as he kissed him passionately, bare to bare, dicks fencing against each other. He went back to his delicate neck, planting marks on it. Jude could not help but arch his head in pleasure. Sky trailed his lips upward as he devoured Jude’s whole right ear, chewing on it. Jude cried in pleasure. Despite their wet state and Jude’s condition, the fire and lust burning inside them dominated.

“Has anyone done this to you before?” Sky whispered hoarsely.

Jude only shook his head.

“Has anyone sucked your nipples before?” Sky asked, bewitched with intense passion.

Jude shook his head.

“Has anyone licked and eaten your ass before?” Sky asked, clouded with intoxicating lust.

Jude shook his head.

“Have you been fucked before?” Sky asked, mesmerized by the overwhelming desire.

Jude shook his head.

“Am I the first, then?” Sky asked drunkenly.

Jude nodded, and that brought a different sense of delight to Sky at his nonverbal confirmation.

“Then I’ll be gentle…”

37

Working for a job was something Jasper had never been used to while growing up. Sky had always been the breadwinner of the family. His brother had always refused to let him work, which was why spending the past week at the pharmacy felt both exhausting and overwhelming. Juggling work responsibilities while keeping up with school only made everything more stressful. It had been such a busy and draining week that Jasper had not found the time to visit a bar—a simple promise he had made to himself so he could finally pamper himself, even just once in his life.

There would be other chances, Jasper thought as he rolled onto the other side of the bed.

Despite everything, Jasper was the type of person who thrived under pressure. He was beginning to adapt to his new environment. Miss Zabeth, Miss Marian, and Miss Norma were always willing to guide him whenever he needed help, making the adjustment easier. With their support, he was gradually learning everything he needed to know.

One of his biggest tasks was memorizing the medications and their classifications so he could locate them quickly whenever needed. The pharmacy was far from a high-tech establishment where a few clicks on a computer could instantly retrieve products through automated machines. It was a small, privately owned business that relied heavily on manual labor. Everything—from picking and packaging to stocking and labeling—was done by hand.

Jasper did not really mind the workload. What intimidated him more was dealing with customers and attending to their needs. Every day brought a different kind of person through the door. Some were impatient, some were slow, some had memory loss, some were guessing medications based on colors and shapes, some were hot-headed, some were grumpy, and others carried an air of entitlement. He was not used to being spoken to harshly, nor was he comfortable forcing polite conversations with strangers. He was beginning to realize that customer service was far more exhausting than the physical work itself.

“Can you make it faster?”

“I need those round and pink pills.”

“I don’t have a prescription.”

“Just give me Sildenafil!”

“I accidentally put it in. Do you have Plan B?”