Chapter 56 #3
I ignore the jab and circle the desk, where his favourite notebook lies open, pen abandoned mid-thought. He watches me warily.
“Want to continue what we started earlier?” I ask, moving behind his chair. I slide my hands down his chest and Julian sucks in a staggered beneath that makes me smile.
“I’m working. Pack business,” he protests weakly, but his pen slips from his fingers the moment I slip my hands beneath his shirt to splay my fingers over his firm chest.
“But we’re finally alone,” I whisper against the shell of his ear, my thumbs brushing his nipples. He arches despite himself. “Besides, didn’t you want to play?”
“Agh—Aiden. Not now,” he whispers breathlessly, his tone pleading.
I pull my hands back and Julian sighs with relief, mistaking the pause for mercy.
I spin his chair around and drop into his lap, pinning him. Then I lean in and suck on his mark. Julian gasps, hips bucking, and I reach between us to grip his neglected cock.
“A-Aiden!”
“What was it you said to do earlier?” I ask, tugging at his drawstring, letting his trousers fall open for the second time today. It’s easy work after that to slide my fingers in and take him back in my hand. He’s just as hard as before. “Can you remind me?”
Julian fusses while I stroke him, straining beneath me like he’s not thrusting into my hand.
“You said ‘eat me’.” I remind him, watching the way his clouded gaze sharpens with need. “That’s what you said, Jewels.”
His lips part, but I take his mouth again before he can say a word, claiming it along with every breathless whimper he makes.
“Aiden,” he moans, body arching as his cock jerks and he comes.
Julian empties himself into my palm, moaning sweetly while I stroke him through it. He twitches, eyes fluttering shut as the release rattles through him.
“Fuck,” he whispers, when he finds air again.
He slumps back against the chair, spent, until I circle his tip with my thumb. His eyes fly open as he grabs my wrist in panic. But he’s too slow, and I’m not finished.
He’s sensitive—too sensitive—and maybe I should let him come down. But I want more of those breathless whimpers.
I easy my hand away and instead bring two fingers to his lips. His eyes widen in surprise.
“Lick them.”
We lock eyes, hearts pounding between us.
His eyes dart between mine, the beginning of a challenge roaring there. But then his lips part—just slightly. I slide my fingers through, pressing down on his tongue. He buckles instantly, letting them sink deeper before his tongue hesitantly slides over them, tasting and swallowing his cum.
Heart pounding, I watch him lick them clean, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. They don’t waver, not even as I slide off his lap and kneel between his legs. He tries to close them, but I spread them open and keep them that way as I wrap my lips around his cock head and suck.
“Aiden,” he gasps, trying to push me back by my shoulders. “I-I’m too sensitive—”
Is it wrong that his plea makes my cock buck? Probably. It’s probably just as wrong to love how badly he shakes as I suck his cock, tonguing his shaft between every stroke.
I push him back into the chair, my fingers finding his nipples again. He’s so sensitive here too, and I bet if I play with them while I suck his tip, then—
“Ahh!” he cries out as I sink lower, swallowing around him. “Aiden.”
He doesn’t sound the same. Not quite. His moans are breathy now, his voice softer, vulnerable.
Hollowing my cheeks, I work Julian’s cock between my lips, circling my tongue over his tip each time I draw back.
“Oh, Goddess … Please, Aiden …” he pants as a tear slips free, then he’s practically sobbing.
Julian trembles from head to toe, shaking all over to the point that I’d think he wasn’t enjoying this if he wasn’t filling my mouth with precum.
A high-pitched mewl is all the warning I get before Julian comes again, spilling into my mouth in hot, desperate spurts.
I swallow him down, sucking, licking, stroking, until he’s emptied himself completely and slumps boneless in the chair.
I pull back, clearing my throat as I take him in. He’s trembling, eyes unfocused, lips parted like he’s still trying to catch up. With the tears drying on his face, he doesn’t look like my fallen angel anymore. No—he looks like one I dragged down and chose to keep.
I stare at him for a moment, before I give in to temptation and circle his tip with my thumb.
It’s like watching a movie. Fresh tears well in Julian’s eyes and spill free as he doubles over with a strained cry. It triggers something primal inside of me that forces me to fight Max back as I watch my mate shudder.
“N-no more! Aiden, I—I can’t,” he begs. Fucking begs.
Julian’s said those words before, even when he wanted more, but this time feels different. There’s panic in his voice, like he’s scared of what I was doing to his body.
“Are you sure?” I ask, watching him closely. It’s not just nerves. There’s excitement behind that haze of lust, and I can see the curiosity urging me to keep going. “Tell me to stop.”
His chest heaves, but he doesn’t say a word.
My lips tilt up. “I told you I wouldn’t stop,” I remind him, standing as I lift him into my arms. Julian clutches onto me while I walk us out of the office and to our bedroom. “I warned you.”
“I can’t,” he whispers, and already his breathing picks up again. “It’s too much.”
A pleased groan rumbles from my chest as I lay him on the bed. I crawl over him so that every inch of his body is covered by mine.
“It’s not good?” I ask, and Julian tucks his lip between his teeth.
“I don’t like what you’re doing to me,” he confesses while his cheeks heat.
“I love it,” I admit while I try to contain my mounting lust. “I really, really love it.”
Slowly, I slide my hand up Julian’s thigh until it finds his cock again. I stroke him, only once, but he still whimpers. It’s a sound that shatters my resolve.
I tear his clothes from his body until he’s stark naked. He shudders under my gaze, closing his legs as if I don’t know the taste of every inch of him.
Goddess have mercy, I sound like a pervert.
I discard the thought as I flip him over and pull him up to his knees so that his ass is right in front of me.
I groan low as I squeeze the mounds of muscle, kneading while he drags a pillow to him.
He buries his moans there until I tug his arm back by his elbow.
He glares at me over his shoulder as I claim his fingers.
“What are you doing?” he rasps as I slip his fingers between my lips, sucking them each in turn.
Julian’s eyes grow heavy as he watches me, his gaze lost until I pull his fingers free and line them up with his ass. His eyes dilate as understanding dawns, and then he turns beet-red.
With my eyes on his, I use his fingers to circle the tight rim before I help him push the first inside.
Julian huffs as he takes it, tensing only for a moment before it slips in, moving past the first knuckle.
Thighs trembling, he buries his face back into his pillow while I help him finger himself. It’s easy, slipping in quickly enough to make me wonder if he’s been playing with himself in secret. But Julian is too shy for that, too fucking innocent to do anything so obscene without my direction.
I watch as he works the finger in, slowly at first and then faster, pushing and prodding as he searches for his prostate. His hole swallows the digit greedily, taking it with such ease that I know he wants more.
I spit on his hole, and he immediately jerks forward, a soft, startled sound erupting from him that makes me do it again. He jerks again, hole clenching, and fuck me.
I draw his wrist back to press two of his fingertips against his hole. He sinks them in without prompt and moans as he fills himself. Between his legs, his precum ruins the sheets.
My mouth waters just looking at him—so fucking tempting—and I barely stop myself from having another taste. But no. I’ve got a better idea.
I tug back Julian’s other elbow, and he drops to his chest, just where I want him. His knuckles brush against his cock, and his balls immediately tighten in response.
I swallow, heart pounding in my ears.
It takes no words. No demands or instructions.
Julian wraps a shaking hand around his cock, like he’s ashamed of how much he wants this, and tugs once, hard.
“F-fuck,” he moans—and I’m right there with him.
“That’s it Jewels, let me see you,” I breathe as I watch him finger his hole and stroke himself.
Every thrust of his fingers matches the pump of his fist as he fucks himself with both hands. It’s hypnotic and dirty and perfect. And I know for a fact that I’ve never seen anything better.
I can watch him for hours. Forever, even. And I would, if I wasn’t already aching to take over.
I finally step off the bed, ripping my clothes off then fumbling in the nightstand for the lube.
I dig through the drawer blindly, eyes never leaving him.
He twists his wrist faster now, greedy, stroking desperately as he tries to get himself off.
His fingers stutter over the tip, and then—fuck—he’s shaking again.
A broken sound escapes his lips, and it makes me forget all about things like mercy. I drop the lube on the bed and climb after it.
Lifting Julian’s hips, I slide onto my back between his knees, slotting myself under him before I guide him back down. I part my lips and my eyes roll before the head of his cock even slips between my lips.
“Oh—Goddess,” he stammers, moaning loudly, and I want more. “N-no!”
He wails, but his fingers never stop. Not his stroking, not his fucking. He’s close, so fucking close, and I want proof of how much he loves it on my tongue.
I groan, sending vibrations up his cock while I stroke myself in time. I’m almost there too, he’s flooding my senses, and that’s more than enough to get me there.
“Ngh—uhh—Goddess, please …” he sobs, as I swallow around him until he starts shaking for me again. “Aiden … please!”
I love how he begs me. I love how he acts like this is all my doing, but his hand’s still moving. He’s still thrusting what’s left into my mouth. He’s fucking his ass. He’s fucking my throat. He’s losing it.
And I can taste it—can fucking taste it, and I want it.
I growl, reaching up to dig my fingers into his ass, and Julian comes. He fills my mouth again, and I’m just as grateful for it this time as I suck him through it, swallowing around him. His hips jerk forward, punching deeper while his wail fills the entire apartment.
When he’s done, he slips his fingers free and droops onto the bed, letting both arms fall limp at his sides. I pant on the bed, breathless and delirious with arousal, not ready to move, not ready to stop.
He’s stretched and ready, limp and … so fucking sensitive.
My eyes linger on Julian’s half-hard cock. It lies between his closed thighs, with his balls and wet hole, and Goddess didn’t make me strong enough for this.
I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.
I slide a finger over the tip, applying just enough pressure to make him cry out before he bounds up the bed, trying to escape me. Instincts flare, marking him as prey, and I give in to the chase.
“N-no,” he stutters, trembling with aftershocks. “A-Aiden, please.”
“Tell me to stop,” I say, already kissing my way up his spine. I reach his mark and suck hard enough to make him cry out again.
I grab the lube, slicking myself up before I turn him on his back and tuck my hips beneath his.
“Aiden,” he whines instead, but one of his legs curls around me like instinct.
“Don’t want me to?” I ask as I dip my hips lower, bring my cock to his entrance. We share a wrecked moan as Julian pants beneath me. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”
I thrust in before he can answer. Julian’s eyes bulge and he arches from the bed as he takes me.
How does he feel better every time? How is he so tight and warm, and how does he fit me so right?
“No?” I pant, already leaking inside of him.
He doesn’t answer, he’s barely even looking at me. Between each rushed breath, he moans from the cock filling him.
“Fine,” I say, pulling out slowly, dragging every inch from his body.
His hole clenches, gaping just a little before it tightens. I feel my jaw clench.
“I …” he pants as his watery eyes try to find mine.
“Are you sure?” I ask—then slam back into him.
He gasps, sucking in a desperate breath as his wide eyes snag on mine, catching the smile that spreads across my lips. He can’t breathe, and neither can I. My cock jerks inside of him, aching to thrust home and not to stop, but I force myself to stay perfectly still instead.
I need him to beg for it.
He shifts his hips, silently seeking more, but no. Not until I get the words. So I pull out again. Leaving him empty.
“In,” he manages with rosy cheeks. “Put … it … in.”
“Stroke yourself.”
His eyes fill and he shakes his head. He releases a soft cry that I claim as mine as I lick over the seam of his lips.
We kiss lazily, and I almost forget what I asked for until I feel the brush of knuckles between us. I glance down and my balls tighten as I watch Julian take himself in hand with a sharp whine.
“Goddess,” I groan before I thrust back into him. I’m not slow this time. I fuck him hard and fast, like we both want.
“Ah!” Julian moans as he strokes himself through it, his other hand clinging to my thigh, keeping me close—keeping me deep.
“Julian,” I groan as I fuck into him.
He’s so good. So fucking good, but I want more. Goddess. I want so much more.
I hook my arms under his knees, and fold him beneath me before I sink in even deeper
“Ohh, yes—” he moans. Tears swell with each thrust that jostles his body, and he lets them spill as he strokes himself.
His sounds practically drag me to the edge. He clenches around me, and I spill inside him. My orgasm crashes into me, flooding my senses and my mind with so much pleasure that the world whites out around me.
There’s only Julian and his cries and his tight fucking hole. I cum inside of it, filling him while he moans my name and spills again, though barely this time. My hips slow, dwindling to a lazy rock, and then nothing at all as I slump over my mate.
He lies splayed beneath me, his hair a tangled mess and his body a slick, sweaty thing I adore. I don’t know how long it is before I can sit up, but when I do, my cock is still buried inside him. I pant above him, staring at his spent body before I take his still-hard cock back in my hand.
My fingers trace over him, the touch barely there, but Julian still cries out as he clenches around me
“Aiden!” he weeps as my hips move slowly, teasing his prostate with my cock.
“We’re nowhere near done, baby,” I promise as I duck down to lick up the length of his ear.
Maybe I am a pervert.