19. Chapter 18
J ulia woke up slowly, her arms tightening around the chest she was clutching.
Her breasts felt awesome, smooshed up against his back like they were.
She curled in tighter, liking the way his ass fit so snugly against her pussy.
She wondered if he’d freak out if she humped him awake.
Probably. She never would have pictured waking up horny just from spooning a guy, but this was the second time it’d happened.
Reaching around and checking for herself if he was hard might shock him as well. They didn’t have time for what she wanted to do, anyway. She’d woken before her alarm, but it was still a workday, and showering in the morning helped to get her hair to lie flat.
He let out a cute hum as she slid her hands over his T-shirt. They’d fallen asleep on the couch again, and he still had on all of his clothes from the night before. His breathing change, and he gasped when she tweaked his nipples.
“Good morning,” she said into his back, kissing his shoulder.
“Morning,” he mumbled, his ass pushing into her a little before he went still. “Oh, sorry. I meant to go home.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. I feel really good this morning.” Her fingers rolled over his hardening nipples, rewarded by another choked gasp. Her mouth moved to his ear, letting her breath wash over it. “Really good. Are you hard, Jinx?”
“Sorry.” His hips gave a barely there kick again. “It’ll go away.”
“What if I wanted to make you come?” she whispered in his ear, letting her leg slide up and over his hip. “There are a lot of things that we could still try, if you want to.”
His hands settled over hers on his chest. “I want to be with you. That part I’m sure of.” He slid over her hands in a small caress. “But you were clear on the one-time thing. I don’t want you to think I came over expecting anything. Especially after what happened to you yesterday.”
She grew still against him, her mind climbing up out of the fog of horniness.
Her desire hadn’t really changed, though.
She really wanted to make him come. “I don’t think that.
I’m more worried about freaking you out.
Would it bring up memories from before if I use my mouth on you?
You said the girls at the party did that. ”
“You want to—but you can’t!” He scrambled to sit up, pulling away from her. His eyes were wide and panicked. “It can transmit that way, too. Genital herpes can infect the mouth, and the other type can infect the genitals.” His pale cheeks grew red at spelling it out.
Her chest twisted as she stared at him. He was still so unsure of himself. She opened her mouth to reassure him, but her alarm blared from the bedroom. “Hold that thought,” she said instead, pushing to her feet.
After turning it off, she reached into her nightstand drawer for the flavored condoms she kept just for oral. She padded back to where Jinx sat. He was folded forward, his head buried in his hands.
She pushed the coffee table back, settling on her knees in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs with the condom caught between her fingers. “Look at me, Jinx.”
His head lifted, and his blue eyes shimmered in that way that was like a gut punch. “Sorry,” he apologized. “That wasn’t sexy at all.”
She squeezed his thighs. “You can get a blow job. Will you let me show you? Just this once? If you don’t like it, we can stop.”
His eyes fell to the condom wrapper, and his nose wrinkled. “But won’t it taste bad?”
“This condom is strawberry-flavored.”
He blinked at her, some of the moisture clearing. “Strawberry?”
She shrugged. “I like it best. Now, relax back against the couch.”
His hands gripped the edge of the couch next to him. “Are you sure? Didn’t your alarm go off?”
She let the condom drop to rest on his thigh, her own hands moving to curl around his. “Are you saying no? You can always say no to me. If this is going to be too much, we don’t have to do it.”
He stared down at her, his blond curls hanging over one of his eyes. His breath shuddered in, and his back straightened. “I liked how their mouths felt. I hated that I liked it, but I did, and it’s all jumbled up.”
“Okay.” She squeezed his hands, pulling hers away. “It’s okay. We both have work anyway.” She reached for the condom, and his hand closed around hers.
“Yes.” He swallowed, licking his lips. “Yes, of course I want you to. If it’s you, Julia, there’s nothing I don’t want to do.” His blue eyes were intense as they met hers. “I know you’ll blow away the memory from before.”
She shook her head, her lips lifting into a smile. “You haven’t even experienced how good I am yet, but I’m going to help you forget everything but how good you feel.” Her hand pushed at his chest. “Now, lean back.”
He did, so quickly she couldn’t help but laugh, and he flushed.
His jeans weren’t tented at all anymore. She let the condom drop again as she rubbed along his jeans. “Just relax. If you don’t like something, or want to stop, please tell me, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” he said, his hands curling around the couch cushion again.
“You still have your pants and underwear on, so there’s no risk right now. I can do this—” She leaned down and ran her nose along his inseam, finding and brushing along his softened dick. “And there’s no need to worry at all.”
His legs trembled, and she made another pass, using her cheek this time as she rubbed against his crotch.
His breathing hitched, and she smiled into his jeans.
Her hands moved to his dick, stroking it as it started to harden.
“I could give you a hand job, no problem, just like you fingered me. I tend to use condoms, even for that, because cleanup is easier, but hands to genitals are fine. More than fine, right?” She continued to rub him, liking the way his lips had parted in a pant as he continued to get harder from her touch.
“I can even mouth you through your jeans.” She used her mouth on his growing erection, wetting his jeans with the way her saliva pooled at the soft whimper that slipped from between his lips. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“Julia.” Her name was like a prayer. His chin had tilted down, and she looked up from his lap to lock eyes with him.
Her hands slipped under his ass, making him sprawl even more as she mouthed his erection and stared up at him, humming in her throat at how deliciously disheveled he looked. His hips kicked up against her face, and a thrill ran through her. He was enjoying this.
She found the edge of his shirt, pushing it up so she had access to his stomach and that perfect blond line leading into his jeans.
She licked beneath his belly button as her fingers found the button on his jeans.
Slowly sliding it undone, she nipped at that sexy trail of hair.
His groan muffled the sound of his zipper lowering.
She lifted her head, curling her hands inside the waistband of his boxers along his hips and lowering them with the jeans until his dick was freed.
He wasn’t huge, even almost fully erect.
His dick had a prominent vein running along the length and the most perfect curve.
“You have such a pretty dick,” she told him, tugging his clothes down a little farther until they bunched at his knees.
She leaned closer, watching him tense as she studied it from inches away.
“Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you a little.
” She let her breath brush over it, and his hands clenched as his dick flexed, as if reaching toward her.
“Yes, such a gorgeous cock,” she murmured.
“God, Julia,” he gasped, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at where her face hovered so close to his dick.
“You’re going to like this. Roll on the condom for me. I want to watch you.”
His hands trembled as he fumbled for it. The rip of the wrapper was loud as he freed the condom. He rolled it down from the tip, and when he reached the base, her hand wrapped around his, keeping it there.
“Some guys claim they’re less sensitive with condoms. Squeeze this pretty cock for me.
” Her hand helped him tighten at the base, then she slid her hand up over the condom from base to tip, twisting a little around the crown as she did.
He groaned, his hips trying to kick up again. “This feels good, right?”
“Y-yes. So good.”
“You can clutch the cushion again if you need something to hold on to. This dick is all mine now. You want me to own your dick, don’t you?”
“Yes. Please, Julia.” He swallowed, his hands turning white where they gripped the cushion while she stroked down along the condom, holding him firmly at the base. “Please.”
“Shhh, you don’t need to beg. I’m going to take care of you.” Her lips settled around his crown, sucking lightly.
“Oh. Oh God.” His hips bucked, and she used his motion to swallow him all the way down to her hand, loosening her throat to take him. He moaned, his head falling back on the couch when she swallowed, tightening her throat around the crown of his dick.
She slid back a little and sucked as her tongue worked the vein along the bottom.
His thigh trembled under where her other hand had settled.
She shifted that hand, finding his balls and gently rolling them.
Her hand on his dick twisted at the bottom before she took all of his dick inside her mouth again, keeping up the suction until he was pushing into her throat.
She swallowed around him, backed off, then did it all over again, all while she played with his balls.
Jinx’s hips lifted into her next path down, and he cried out as his dick began spurting into the condom.
His hand continued to crush the cushion beneath him as his body trembled with his release.
She kept his dick deep in her mouth until it softened.
Slowly pulling back, she let it slip free and moved her hand away from his balls.
“How was that?” she asked.