Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
CONSTANTINE
“Thank fuck.”
I’m glad I opened up to Julius. He makes me feel safe and capable, like I’m doing a good job. Most of all, he makes me feel wanted, and being wrapped in a fluffy towel with his big arms around me has my heart doing all kinds of dances. Not to mention my dick. He’s more than ready for some fun.
Julius pulls out the drawer in his side table and grabs a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms. I give my cock a couple of long strokes to take the edge off.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Constantine.”
“I’m skinny and long. You’re the gorgeous one. I could lick those arms, and the thought of riding you and painting your abs with my cum…” I bite my lip.
“Keep talking like that and it’ll be me painting you with my cum in about three seconds.”
“Then I guess you better hurry up and get me ready for you.” I pull my knees up and hold them with my hands. With anyone else, I’d feel exposed and vulnerable. With Julius, I want to show off and make it very clear I’m all his.
“Christ, Constantine.”
Julius runs his hand over his face, looking exasperated. What? A guy isn’t supposed to show what he wants? And from the way his cock is standing at attention, all purple and hard, I’d say it’s very much on board with my plan.
“Are you going to fuck me or what?”
Julius’s eyes meet mine and those two dimples I love so much appear.
“All in good time, baby.” He ignores the lube and the condoms and falls face-first onto my ass.
I squirm as he kisses my hole like it’s a competition he has to win. Sweat beads on my forehead. “At this rate, I’m not going to last, and I want to come with you inside me.”
He doesn’t reply or stop licking me, but the sound of the lube cap gives me a measure of relief.
It’s short-lived because, damn, the man can do things with his fingers. He stretches me slowly, teasing my prostate whenever my cock starts to wane, making it rock hard again.
“Julius,” I gasp. “I’m ready. So fucking ready.”
He crawls up my body and kisses me. “You’re ready when I say you’re ready.”
“Am I ready?”
He chuckles. “You so fucking are. Your beautiful hole was made for my cock, and I’m going to show you.”
He pulls back just enough to roll the condom down his length, and then it’s there, pressing against me, seeking entrance.
“Fuck. Fuck. Julius.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll go slow.”
“No, don’t. I need this.”
His eyes search mine. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but doubt isn’t something he’s going to find. I dig my heels into his butt and push him against me.
I hiss as his cock passes through the outer rim.
“Constantine!”
“You were taking too long.”
“I don’t want to fucking hurt you.”
I reach up to his face and touch his cheek. “You won’t. Like you said, I was made for you.”
He pushes in, and I take a deep breath to adjust.
Inch by inch, Julius bottoms out, and he is right. I was made for him. I feel so full, and there’s this tingling under my skin, traveling all over my body.
“I need you to move, Julius.”
“Baby, give me a sec.”
His breathing is labored and his eyes are closed tight. When he opens them, it’s like I’m staring into the man I’m meant to be with for the rest of my life. It takes my breath away and tears build at the backs of my eyes.
I pull him closer because I don’t want him to see me cry if those stupid tears come out without permission.
“Constantine, I…”
“I know, baby. Show me.”
He pulls back slowly, making me gasp when he pushes back in. I’ve bottomed plenty of times, but it’s never been like this.
My ass burns so good. It’s never been this stretched. My cock is rock hard and leaking all over my stomach.
“God, you feel so good, Constantine. So warm. Tight. Perfect. I can’t hold out much longer. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t. I need this. Need you. We have until the morning to do everything else.”
He grunts against my neck, and I feel the pull of the skin beneath his lips. I won’t be able to hide that one because it’s too high up.
“You’re playing with fire, Julius.”
“I’m not playing, baby. I’m ready to get burned.”
“Don’t joke, Julius. My heart can’t take it.” And my brain is too far gone for this conversation when every time his dick brushes against my prostate, I feel like I’m soaring above the clouds.
“Let me take care of you, Constantine.”
Words become superfluous as we both moan and grunt our way toward orgasms, and as if he can read me like a recipe he created himself, Julius wraps his hand around my cock.
I fuck into his hand as he fucks into me until he spills his release into the condom. My orgasm follows, and I cry out his name.
I’m boneless and sated. My brain is switched off and don’t ask me what day it is. All I know is that when Julius leaves my body, I feel the absence in my bones. When he returns with a damp cloth to clean me, I realize I would do this again and again with him.
And when he pulls the bed covers over us and curls up around me, I know that I’m in love and the decision to stay in Stillwater permanently is no longer mine. My heart has decided it now belongs to this loyal gentle giant of a man with sexy dimples and a big dick.
Sleep takes me under and I’m dead to the world until light shines through the window. The weight I fell asleep under is still on me. Safe and warm.
I smile as I feel his cock pushing against my leg, which makes my dick react.
“Feels like a good morning for both of us,” he mumbles, still half-asleep. “How do you feel?”
“Like I was railed by a monster dick.”
He snorts.
“So, no butt stuff this morning. Got it.”
“Hey.” I punch his shoulder. “No need to get all extreme like that. Some butt stuff is allowed.”
He moves so he’s on top of me and claims my mouth. My sleepy brain struggles to catch up, but my dick is wide awake and ready to play with his.
“You like some butt stuff, huh?” Julius asks.
“Let’s just say that if you ever want me to spread out so you can eat dinner off my ass, just tell me where and when, and I’ll be there.”
“I’ll take you up on that, but for now…”
Julius presses me into the mattress. There’s no space between us, and we rut against each other until we both come.
We make out until our drying cum becomes uncomfortable.
“How about breakfast?” he asks.
“Sounds perfect. Mind if I have a shower first?”
“Sure. Let me clean up, and I’ll get started on coffee.”
I get up and look for my clothes. I’m pretty sure my phone is still in my jeans pocket on the bathroom floor.
Julius gives me an appreciative once-over, so I make a show of it by sticking my ass up while I look for the phone.
There’s a message from Leo on the screen, so I unlock it.
Leo: You’re not home.
Me: Sorry, bud. I got caught up with something. I’ll be home in thirty minutes.
Leo: Hurry up. We need to talk.
“Shit.”
“Everything okay?”
“Not sure. I need to get home.”
“Okay. I’ll make your coffee to go.” Julius gives me a lingering kiss, and then I get in the shower, wondering how my dick is already ready to rally. He’s going to be disappointed.
A moment later, another ding comes from my phone. I see Julius in the bedroom, so I call him.
“Hey, can you check my phone? Something’s up with Leo, and I’m worried.”
“Sure.”
I can’t see him properly because of the steam from the shower, but it takes him a moment to say something. It feels like a lifetime in which all the bad things happen in my head. I clear the glass in time to see him look up.
“It’s not Leo.”
He turns and leaves the bathroom.
That was weird.
I rush through my shower and check the phone as soon as I’m out. I don’t recognize the number.
Hey Constantine, this is Piper from Nobu again. The restaurant manager has just returned from maternity leave and is keen on meeting you. I can set up a meeting for next week. Let me know.
I dry off, get dressed, and go downstairs to the kitchen. Julius looks way too good for someone in sweatpants and a T-shirt. He’s holding a travel cup of coffee in his hand.
“Here. I’d make you breakfast, but you probably want to get back to Leo.”
“Yeah. I’ll call you later?”
“Sure.”
The space between us suddenly feels too big. I go over and kiss him. It feels wrong, and I don’t like it. But he’s right. I need to check in on Leo. I should have been home before him, but I didn’t think he’d be back so early.