Chapter 18
Romeo
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been fantasizing about kissing Julian again ever since we hooked up at the wedding. So when we finally do, my expectations are already very high. However, within a couple of seconds, I can already tell this is going to be even better than before.
And not just because he cups his hands under my ass, stands up, and sweeps me off my feet all in one fluid motion. That shit is fire. No. There’s more between us now. Trust and hope and a tentative commitment to something that could actually be a real thing.
Also, him being all muscly and take charge-y is super hot.
“Oh, Captain Daddy,” I moan with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. The sweatpants I put on to cook in aren’t doing much to hide my thickening cock that’s now rubbing against his stomach.
He glares up at me and gives my ass a smack, which makes me yelp but certainly doesn’t do anything to deter my flirting.
“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” he asks.
“No, because you love it,” I inform him with a grin. To prove my point, I undulate against him, letting him feel how hard he’s already made me.
He doesn’t answer with words, but he growls before capturing my lower lip between his teeth, dragging the soft flesh through and making me shiver.
“Such a bad boy,” he grumbles between kisses. I’m aware we’re moving. However, seeing as he’s the one doing all the walking, I let him worry about that.
“Yeah, but I’m your bad boy,” I mumble into his mouth.
A tiny flash of panic hits me at being so bold, claiming to be his. But before I can freak out any further, he growls again into a particularly brutal kiss. “Mine,” he agrees. “All mine.”
I swear on Mother Monster herself, my soul genuinely leaves my body for a few seconds. Am I really?
His?
By the time I’m blinking my way back to reality, he’s somehow managed to get us up the staircase, and I realize we’re heading in the direction of his bedroom.
It’s pretty obvious that’s where he’d be taking me, but the enormity of what we’re doing hits me.
This is different than a no-strings night at a hotel.
This is his room. The place where I assume he’s at his most vulnerable.
Where he shuts his guard down to sleep. Where he’s lain awake grieving his parents and worrying about his firefighters.
Where he jerks off. I wonder what he thinks about then.
Has he ever thought about me? I know we haven’t known each other that long, but I’ve certainly thought about him. A lot.
Once we’re inside, he pauses by the absolutely enormous bed and looks into my eyes. “I’m so happy you’re here, Romeo,” he murmurs with such sincerity that all my lingering doubts melt away.
I look down from my perch on his hips and caress the back of his neck. “There’s no place on earth I’d rather be,” I tell him truthfully.
For a moment, we just kiss, lost in the moment as he holds me up like I weigh nothing. Then he trails his lips down my throat, sucking on my pulse point and nipping at my earlobe. “I want to take care of you,” he says, his voice low and rumbling with confidence.
A quiver runs through my entire body. “I want you to take care of me,” I agree, my breath ragged.
Then I nuzzle our noses so he’ll look at me again. His passion makes me bold enough to ask for what I really want. The thing I’ve never been brave enough to ask any of the guys I’ve been with before.
“Can I be your pillow princess?”
“Of course,” he says without hesitation. Then he frowns slightly. “What does that mean?”
I laugh into the side of his neck, feeling light and free. Trust him to agree to give me something just because I want it without actually knowing the details.
“Sorry for not being down with the kids’ lingo,” he grumbles, which just makes me laugh even more. I’m sure the term has been around for a long time, but I’m not particularly interested in a history lesson right now.
“Um, it means you do all the work and I just sort of lie there, like a pampered princess,” I admit shyly. “But if that sounds selfish—”
He cuts me off with a firm kiss, then pulls back to beam excitedly at me, making my heart swoop in my chest. “That sounds perfect, baby,” he says. “Exactly what I had in mind.”
It’s like he’s trying to unalive me with romance, I swear.
He moves like he’s about to put me down, but I tighten my legs around his waist and tap him on the shoulder. “Um, excuse me, Daddy,” I say, amping up the petulance. Because apparently I’ve got a man that’s crazy about me and it’s doing dangerous things to my ego.
“What is it, brat?” he asks, lust blazing in his eyes.
I wrinkle my nose. “After all that packing we did, I feel kind of gross. Could we maybe shower first? Together, I mean.”
It seems I do still have a bit of anxiety lurking as I immediately worry I’ve asked for too much. It’s like a reflex I can’t stop…yet, at least. Maybe more time with Julian will help that.
Because of course he doesn’t tell me I’m too much. He just grins and starts steering us toward his en suite. “That sounds like a great plan, your majesty.”
It’s not like I’ve never taken a shower with a guy before.
When you’re two people getting messy with plenty of external bodily fluids, it actually makes a lot of sense.
However, this is the first time I’ve had someone carry me into a bathroom, carefully place me on my feet, then gently start peeling my clothes from my body.
That’s a whole new level of hotness.
I hum and sway slightly, not feeling self-conscious at all as he completely exposes me. Because I don’t feel anything other than safe with Julian Valentine.
The en suite is more like a wet room than a shower. It’s certainly better than the tub I’m used to climbing into back at my place. Tons of room for two people to do slippery things together.
He’s much quicker stripping himself, and I could make a joke about him being a horny, impatient Daddy. But the moment feels more sensual than teasing, so I just watch in appreciation as his muscles glide under his skin.
“Come here,” he utters, tangling our fingers then tugging me around the glass wall. He keeps us back as he gets the water flowing, then holds his hand under the stream until it reaches a satisfactory temperature.
We both just about fit under the wide shower head, and I sigh as the steam builds around us.
“You don’t need to worry about my hair,” I tell him sleepily.
His own cut is so short he won’t have the same considerations as me.
He might have had locs before, but seeing as he’s encouraging me to be demanding, I might as well explain it to him either way.
“Okay, baby,” he says, squeezing gel onto a puff. It’s a little herby for my taste, but it smells like him, so that means I love it. “Whatever my princess wants.”
I giggle at my own audacity while he runs the sponge over my body, quickly working up a thick lather and washing away all the stresses of the day.
It’s kind of insane to think that I woke up this morning filled with dread at the prospect of going to my apartment with him and being such a terrible burden.
Now look where we are.
It doesn’t take long at all to get us clean.
But it seems Julian’s priority is being dirty.
He crowds me so his chest is flush with my back and my hands are pressed against the stone wall.
Of course I could move at any time, but it makes me feel sort of pinned down and helpless as he runs his palms over my wet skin, kissing just under my ear as his fingers wrap around my hard cock.
I’m at his mercy and also totally and utterly safe.
“Are you going to be a good boy and let me take care of you?” he asks as he leisurely strokes my length, making me tremble.
“Yes, Daddy,” I rasp. There’s a part of my brain still with it enough to hope that if he genuinely wants me to stop calling him that, he’ll tell me.
But he doesn’t, and that just makes my desire burn even hotter for him.
“Are you going to let me make you feel so good, sweetheart?”
I drop my head back onto his shoulder and manage to meet his gaze from the corner of my eyes. “Are you going to fuck me with your big dick, Daddy?” I ask between shallow pants. I’m feeling dizzy, but that just makes everything even better. Like I’m floating in a dream.
He hums and slides his fingers between my cheeks, making me gasp. With his other hand jerking me off harder now, he’s got me from both ends.
“Is that what you want, little brat?” he asks, massaging my fluttering hole with his thick middle finger. “My cock filling you to the brim right here? Fucking you over and over until we both come?”
The tip of his digit breaches my tight ring of muscle and I whimper in pleasure.
“Yes, Daddy!” I cry, my fingers trying to dig into the stone wall as my toes curl and my leaking dick jerks against his palm.
“I want you to suck me off and fuck my mouth and eat me out and use your big Daddy dick to ride my hole and come inside me and—and—urgh!”
My body snaps as I come without warning, and I gasp and tremble all over. Julian has his entire finger inside me now, and he pumps it as he milks the last drops of my orgasm from my sensitive cock.
Rather than being annoyed that I climaxed way too early, he just hums again and kisses that sweet spot under my earlobe some more. “Such a bad, greedy boy,” he says with a chuckle as the water washes away my mess. “I wonder how many times I can make you come tonight.”
I groan, feeling unsteady on my feet but absolutely up for that particular challenge.
Even when he withdraws his finger and releases my cock, he’s still pressed against me, keeping me upright.
While I sway and try and catch my breath, he switches the shower off then grabs us a huge fluffy towel.
Guiding me onto the rug, he dries me off first then gives himself a hasty rubdown.