Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
CONSTANTINE
Julius releases a throaty sound like he’s trying and failing to contain all the energy inside his big body.
I must be on the verge of insanity because I need him to let go. To let it all go on me.
“What are you asking?” he says.
“I need to be Connie for just a bit. And I know this crosses all kinds of lines. I don’t want to lose my job, and I don’t want to mess with the friendship we’re building.”
Julius places his big hands on my thighs. “And still, here you are.”
“I’m starting to think I didn’t have much choice in that either.” Because it was a foregone conclusion that I’d end up here one way or another, no matter how much I fought it.
“Are you saying I’m irresistible?” His lips curl up, and I give up resisting his dimples. I lean over and run my tongue over his cheek. My name is a breathy moan from his lips, giving me the encouragement I need to taste more of his skin.
“Irresistible, alluring, magnetic. You are all those things.” I run my hands up his arms. “You’re so strong. These should be illegal. Every time I see you at?—”
“Right now, we’re just Constantine and Julius. Nothing more.”
The man speaks my language.
I pull away enough to make eye contact, and when I do, I see exactly what I need. I feel it too. Even if Julius seems to be trying to hide it, there’s no way the giant bulge under me could go unnoticed.
Will things get that far? I don’t know, but?—
Julius cuts through my thoughts with a claiming kiss that takes my breath away. When I open my mouth, his tongue is there. Warm, wet, exploring. I lean into the kiss as my brain shuts down and I find the relief I’ve been craving.
He tastes like coffee and smells like pumpkin spice. I want to rub myself all over him and transfer it to my skin.
“Julius.” I don’t even recognize my voice. I want to ask for more, but my brain is at war. It wants to fully shut down and enjoy this moment, but it also keeps reminding me why this is a bad idea.
I shouldn’t get involved with Julius for all the reasons, and I don’t even want to consider what it’ll do to my heart. That part of me has been neglected for so long that I can’t trust its judgment anymore.
My whole body vibrates with need, and I press my hips against his. We’re both so hard. He growls against my mouth and flips us.
My back lands on the couch, and I completely check out when I find myself surrounded by Julius. He’s heavy and all-encompassing. I can’t move, which should make me want to run, but instead, I open my legs to give him more room.
“You smell so good, Constantine. I want to lick every inch of your skin.”
“Yes…”
He takes my hands and pins them above my head. His face is buried in the crook of my neck and his cock rubs against mine. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m so close, yet we’re still fully dressed and it’s not enough. I need skin.
“Julius, please. I need…”
“What do you need, Constantine?”
“I can’t think with you doing that. Fuck.”
“Should I stop?” He chuckles, dragging my lower lip between his teeth.
“No! Don’t stop. I need to come before I lose my mind.”
“That ship has sailed, baby.”
I moan at the term of endearment. He’s just going with the flow. Too far gone to think.
“Touch me, Julius. Take our cocks out and rub them together. I want to feel your soft skin and hard dick against mine. I want…want…”
With one hand still holding mine, the other roams down my body. I groan at the sudden absence of his weight, but when he cups my erection through my jeans, my whole body shakes.
“More.”
He struggles with the button on my jeans. “Fuck, Constantine. Why are your jeans so fucking tight?”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t checked out my ass at work.”
He growls.
“That’s why.” I move my hands, he releases them, and I quickly undo my jeans and push them and my underwear down. At the same time, I go for Julius’s.
“I don’t know why, but I didn’t think you were a black boxer shorts kind of guy,” he says, his hand hovering over my stomach and making its way down too slowly.
“I’m not, but there isn’t a whole lot of privacy when you live with a teenager.”
He claims my mouth again and wraps his hands around both our cocks before letting his weight settle on top of me again.
My brain completely checks out. Between the grip of his hand, the feel of our cocks rubbing together, his rock-hard body on mine, and the way he claims my mouth, I don’t even know what my name is anymore.
“Tell me I can see them one day,” he rasps, and my brain struggles to remember what he’s talking about.
“Make me come, and I’ll promise anything you want.”
His hand moves between us furiously. The tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm builds from my balls, spreading through my body, leaving me with tingles of pleasure.
This is going to be a good one. I try to stave it off because I’m scared of how good it’ll be. What if no other orgasm matches this one? What if this is the only one I’ll ever have with Julius?
“I can’t be doing a good job if I can’t get you to let go, Constantine.”
“Say my name.”
“Constantine.”
“No…Conn?—”
“Your name is Constantine. I don’t care what other people call you. To me, you’re Constantine. Beautiful, strong, capable. Constantine.”
“Say it again.”
“Constantine. Constantine.”
I hold on to his arms, and with my name coming from his lips, I let go. My release coats my stomach and our cocks.
The high lasts longer than it ever has, but I have enough presence of mind to open my eyes and watch as Julius’s big body locks up and he comes all over me.
He’s so beautiful and gentle. Maybe that’s why I like him. He’s strong but caring.
We exchange small kisses as we catch our breath, surrounded by the smell of sweat and sex.
I’m terrified of what happens next, but the regret I thought would hit must have escaped through the cracks in my heart because I can’t find it.
As I lie on the couch, boneless and sated, while Julius grabs a cloth to clean me up, one thought intrudes my mind.
He did it. He made me feel like myself again.