26. Julian
JULIAN
I ’m not sure if it’s the adrenaline from having to save her from my family, the way it felt to be professing my devotion to her out loud, the fact that she wants it in return, or an explosive combination, but I need her yesterday.
She’s got on a cute little button-up night shirt with plaid pajama shorts that show off the little curve of her ass. An ass that my pigheaded little brother was undoubtedly enjoying before I got here. Probably after too.
I lay her down gently on the bed, kissing her wildly while my hands travel down her sides.
“Sweetheart?” I ask.
“Mmm?” is all she can muster up.
“You know I care about you, right?” I ask. She nods, her eyebrows knitting together. I kiss her lips. “You know I’d do anything to keep you safe?” Her eyebrows tug tighter, but she nods again. “And you know I have nothing but the utmost respect and highest opinion of you, right?”
“Why are you asking me all of this?” she asks.
“Because in a second, the things I’m going to do to you might say otherwise.”
Her lips tug up into a devious little smile, and she bites her bottom one.
“Get going, then,” she says, and I do. I reach for the sides of her shirt, tearing it open and making buttons fly in every direction.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I say, and she giggles as the shirt falls to her sides, her breasts spilling out.
I grab one, holding it taut and lunging for it, sucking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around her nipple. She lets out a little whimper beneath me that makes me feral, and I switch and grab the other one. I kiss between them and down her stomach to the hemline of her shorts as I raise my eyes to hers.
“Tell me again,” I command.
“Tell you what?” she asks, her voice breathy.
“Tell me that you want this. That you want us.”
“I want you ,” she moans. “I’m all in.”
It’s enough to put me over the edge. I reach for her shorts, pulling them down with enough force that it makes her gasp. And when I realize she has no panties on, I swear I’m about to blow inside my fucking pants.
“Oh, my bad little girl,” I murmur. She smiles, biting her lip, and I slide down farther, nestling myself between her legs and pushing them up and out of the way. “You mean to tell me you were sitting here all this time with nothing beneath those little shorts? That this pussy was just waiting for me?”
She nods, her lip between her teeth.
“Answer me, Sawyer,” I demand.
“Yes,” she says, her voice breathy as my finger slides up and down her slit slowly, urging her wetness to spread.
“No panties? Why not?” I say, letting the tip of my finger slip inside her, turning it in slow swipes as she writhes beneath me.
“Well,” she breathes between moans, “if your idiot brother hadn’t shown up, I was, oh…I was going to touch myself while thinking about you.” I raise an eyebrow. Fuck.
“Oh yeah?” I ask softly. “You were gonna use this pretty hand,” I say, lifting one of them and bringing it to my lips. I kiss the tips of her fingers then suck one into my mouth. “To touch this pretty little pussy,” I say, leaning down to leave a gentle kiss right on her opening. She bucks her hips. “And think about me?”
She nods, pressing her head back into her pillow.
“Answer me,” I demand again.
“Yes, and my, um…toy.”
Oh, God.
“Toy?” I ask. She nods.
“Yes.”
I slide my finger out of her, sucking on her arousal then pushing off the bed.
“Show me,” I say. Her eyes widen.
“S-show you?” she says. I nod and take a step back, and she pushes up onto her elbows then scoots off the bed. Her eyes lock with mine, and she shimmies out of the shirt that’s hanging off her shoulders. She puts her hands on me, guiding me backward toward the little armchair that sits by her window and shoving me down into it.
She turns around and walks to her nightstand, pulling the drawer open. She pulls out a small hot-pink object shaped like a small flower and walks toward me. She walks to the edge of the bed, only a few feet from where I sit in the chair, and lies back, spreading her legs wide so that I get the perfect view of the most beautiful and delicious pussy I’ve ever seen.
“Tell me what you do,” I say, sitting back, wrapping a hand around my throbbing cock.
“I lie back, just like this,” she says. “Then I warm myself up a tiny bit.” She slides her hand down between her legs, letting her fingers play with her lips, spreading herself open and sliding in and out of her wetness. She uses her other hand to turn the toy on, then her eyes lock with mine again. “Then I start to think about you. About all the things you have done to me…or that I want you to do.”
She puts the toy on her clit, moving it in slow circles as her eyes roll back in her head.
“What kinds of things?” I ask, pumping my hand on myself over my pants. But she sees me, and she stops, sitting up.
“No, sir,” she says, motioning toward my hand on my crotch. “This is my time to shine. You just sit there and watch. No touching. Not even yourself.”
I smirk, biting the inside of my lip before I obey, dropping myself and gripping onto either side of the chair. I don’t know why I let her boss me around, but I do. It’s fucking hot.
She smiles when I comply then lies back again.