21. Juliette
Chapter 21
Juliette
H is shower was bigger than her entire motel room, the water warm, the smell of his soap delicious. But that wasn’t what had sparked electricity in her lower belly, forced her to press her breasts against the glass in order to feel that pressure against her nipples.
She couldn’t see him well through the foggy wall of the shower, just an amorphous shape on the bed. But she could see the movement as he worked his cock. The bright white of the bandage around his upper arm. She could feel his gaze as he traced the curves of her body, seeing all the hidden places that had felt so ugly until she’d met him. All the places she’d never imagined letting anyone else see.
He didn’t only see them. He thought they were beautiful. He thought she was beautiful.
Juliette turned the shower off and stepped onto the mat. For a moment, she merely stared through the hazy air, watching him pump his dick in his fist. She grabbed a towel and dried herself gently, then dropped it to the ground.
She kept her gaze on his as she sauntered into the room—not walked. She didn’t feel like she could walk. The intensity in his eyes made every step feel charged with lust. With need.
He dropped his hand as she approached, palms on the bed on either side of his hips. Fully erect, his thick, veiny shaft resting against the hair below his belly button.
She carefully lowered her hands to his shoulders, the same way she had in the club, her lips at his ear. “Do you want to fuck me?”
It was the second time she’d said that to him—the second time she’d said such a thing ever . Before Ronan, she’d never felt confident enough. But somehow, he made it feel okay, even right, to put those things into words. To ask for what she wanted.
“Jesus,” he said.
“That’s not an answer,” she whispered. “Tell me.”
“Yes. God, yes, I want your gorgeous pussy wrapped around my dick. I want to tongue your clit and make you come. I want to fingerfuck your asshole—I want to take the way you teased yourself in that window to a whole new level.”
His words vibrated through her entire body. She swayed her hips, lowering herself into his lap, their noses touching. Without the layers of cloth between them, the heat was more intense, tingles of pleasure lighting up her nerves.
He spread his fingers over her ass. His thick cock pressed against the apex of her thighs. She pulsed her hips, rubbing herself along his shaft, coating him with her wetness. He smelled of sandalwood. He smelled of sex.
Ronan slid his hands from her ass, up her spine, to the back of her head as he raised his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled so fiercely that she felt as if she were being devoured.
She groaned, a low guttural cry in her chest.
Eat me, Ronan. Take me.
He broke their kiss, and Juliette pulled away and stood, but she didn’t have time to speak—invite him to do all the dirty things he wanted. Ronan was already on his knees, his face buried in her pussy.
Juliette bucked her hips against his mouth. Ronan used his fingers to spread her wide, his tongue flicking out like that of a snake—fast and hungry.
She tangled her fingers in his thick, dark hair and threw her head back, face aimed at the ceiling. “Fuck. I love the way you eat my pussy.”
He moaned. His fingers found her opening. Juliette was shaking, her legs trembling so hard she thought she might fall, but that sensation went away when he pulled his lips from her cunt.
Juliette looked down in time to see him crawl behind her. Her heart launched into her throat.
Ronan pressed on her back just above her hips, gently, gently, and she obliged by bending at the waist, her elbows on the bed, ass in the air. He slipped his tongue into her sopping-wet opening, rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
She sighed, a low hiss of pleasure, and he increased his pace, tonguing her slit, flicking frantically at the swollen nub between her legs with his thumb. Then Ronan pressed his tongue deep inside her pussy and ran it up, higher, higher between her ass cheeks.
She jolted, then moaned at this unfamiliar sensation but made no move to shift away. It was strange but… absolutely fucking incredible.
Ronan pressed his finger into her pussy, keeping the pressure on her clit with his other hand, and went to town on her freshly washed back door. Every time his tongue hit that sensitive ring of muscle, she moaned louder until she was panting in tiny high-pitched bursts.
“I need you inside me,” she squeaked. “I want to come on your dick.”
“Oh, you will,” he chuckled, then flicked the tip of his tongue against her asshole, two fingers in her pussy, her clit rolling against his thumb.
Her muscles contracted. She pressed her face into the mattress and screamed, pussy throbbing, the waves forcing the air from her lungs. When the last wave collapsed on itself, she lifted her head and turned to look over her shoulder.
Ronan smiled. Then he slipped his fingers from inside her and stood, positioning the head of his cock at her opening.
“No,” she whispered, and he stopped short, eyes widening with worry.
She pushed herself to standing and turned to face him. “Let me fuck you the way I wanted to in that club,” she said.
The smile on his face was the most genuine she’d ever seen, his eyes hooded with lust, his meaning clear— I’ll let you do anything you want to me . And that only made it sexier.
He let her guide him backward, and when the mattress hit his knees, he sat down, his hands on her bare ass.
“What did you want to do to me in that club?” she asked.
“I wanted to touch you,” he said.
She swayed her hips side to side, a sultry, intoxicating rhythm. “Show me.”
He drew his hands over her hips, tracing her ribs. When he reached the globes of her breasts, she arched her back, offering them to him. He leaned in and sucked her nipple between his teeth, biting down gently as he slid his other hand between her legs once more. Her wetness had slithered down her thighs—slick to the knees.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned.
“Did you want to be inside me?”
“I always have. I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you.”
She turned her back on him, widening her stance. He planted his hands on her hips, guiding her as she eased herself down into his lap. The head of his dick slipped into her pussy from behind, and she thrust backward quickly, forcefully, taking every inch of him inside her.
He hissed a breath and grabbed her right nipple, holding her against his chest as she rotated her hips, fucking him harder, squealing when he found her clit with his fingers once more.
He met her rhythm thrust for thrust, the tip of his cock slamming into her cervix as she worked her body against his. But she wanted more.
She stopped and slid forward just enough for the head of his dick to emerge from her depths.
“Are you okay?” he asked, but she was already sliding backward again, this time with his dick aimed at her backdoor.
“I want you to come in my ass,” she said, shocked by the words. But they were absolutely true. She’d never let anyone touch her back there, but what Ronan had just done with his tongue awakened new fantasies she’d never known she had.
“I have lube,” he whispered through clenched teeth. “Night table. Want me to get it?”
“No. Don’t move.” Juliette’s legs shook as she snatched the bottle from the drawer. “Just so you know… I’ve never done this before,” she said as she passed it over.
“Don’t worry,” he said in that rasp that always made her insides melt. “I’ll be gentle with your virgin asshole. I’ll make it feel good.”
She waited, trembling, while he squirted the lube onto his cock. She slowly lowered herself to sit in his lap once more and slid back until the head of his dick pressed against that tender pucker of muscle.
Ronan shifted as if to take it slow, but she forced her hips backward. He grunted as the head of his cock popped beyond the outer ring, and she responded in kind, the sensation intense but delicious—so fucking full .
Juliette rocked harder against him, shaking with need, taking him deeper, deeper, a little at a time, squeaking out a protest when he pulled out. She heard the wet sound of the lube as he reapplied, but she was hungry for him—impatient. She wanted to be stuffed with his cock. She felt insane with desire, outside herself as if she had never been anything else but this sexual being, created for pleasure—for joy .
“You okay?” he asked, perhaps mistaking the tension in her shoulders for pain.
Instead of answering, she rammed herself backward, burying his cock deep inside her ass.
The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, the intensity all-consuming.
“Fuck,” he said against her shoulder. “You’re so tight.”
He thrust his hips gently, every minute shift so overwhelming that her vision went black. She could feel his palms, though, pressing against her thighs, widening her legs as he rotated his hips. His left hand found her clit. His right moved to her pussy. Two fingers, then three slid inside her cunt, deeper, deeper, his dick still working in her backdoor.
“God, you feel incredible. Do you like that?”
“Yes. Oh, fuck. I love it.” Juliette shuddered, her head falling back against his shoulder. No more thoughts, no more worries, just his cock in her ass, his fingers flicking her clit, his knuckles working her G-spot.
“You’re beautiful,” he said against her neck. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. And I’m the luckiest man in the world to be fucking you right now.”
She could barely understand his words, let alone respond. Her brain was drowning in ecstasy, fierce pulses of pleasure ripping through her every time he drove his dick deeper into her ass, every time he thrust his fingers into her pussy. She was lost in a sea of raging sensations.
Juliette moaned, grunted, moaned again, then she heard a long, low sigh that she thought had come from her lips… but she couldn’t be sure. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, shivering on the edge of a precipice.
Ronan pinched her clit.
Her spine arched suddenly. She could not so much as gasp. Every muscle in her body had tightened—even her vocal cords twisted into a knot. Her vision went fully black. And then…
Release .
Stars exploded behind her eyes. Vibrant pulses shuddered through her body, blasts of sheer euphoria mingling with the throbbing contractions of orgasm.
Ronan did not slow his pace, did not stop fucking her ass, did not stop fingerfucking her cunt. He moaned, letting her body clench around him, but then he suddenly bucked harder, her breasts bouncing once, twice, three times.
“Come inside me,” she squealed in a voice she didn’t recognize. “Come deep inside my ass.”
Another grunt, then Ronan clutched her to him more tightly, pinching her clit hard enough to make her scream, setting off another burst of throbbing waves that cascaded clear to her toes. He slowed his pace when she collapsed against him, the back of her head on his shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, panting, shaking so badly that she didn’t trust herself to move. “I’ve never been better.” And she meant it.
For once in her life, she felt powerful—loved.
She didn’t regret a thing.