Chapter 15 #2
“It’s not really as depressing as you seem to think it is.” His voice is flat and emotionless, his gaze unfocused on the table between us.
“It makes me feel like you don’t want…this,” I say, pointing to the plate. “Like you’d prefer me or Archer strung to a wall in the club so you could have us without having to look into our eyes or know what’s in our hearts.”
I can’t explain why I’m getting so upset.
Maybe because I was feeling close to Julian, finally, and hearing this makes it seem like he’s still so out of reach.
Maybe because, for multiple reasons, hearing him talk about this kind of detached ownership over a person isn’t as easy for me as it is for them.
I don’t want to feel dominated by Julian. I want to feel loved by him.
“Well, truth be told, right now I would prefer that over this conversation.”
I scoff loudly.
Archer leans toward us, placing a hand out to stop the argument. “I think what Julian is trying to say is not that he doesn’t want this date but that he prefers situations that don’t require small talk.”
My brows fold inward as I watch Julian’s expression, searching for signs that what Archer is saying is true. Julian doesn’t even budge.
“He’s doing a very poor job of explaining it,” Archer adds, his teeth clenched. “Fancy pants is getting defensive, but what he’s actually trying to convey is that…”
Archer pauses, taking a deep breath. Under the table, I feel his foot tapping while his eyes dart back and forth between the both of us.
“Actually, I have an idea.” Resting his hands on the table, he looks at me as he says, “You should go make dessert.”
“Excuse me?” I ask with the muscles in my face pinched in confusion.
“Just…trust me. Go make dessert.”
I hesitate, staring at Archer and trying to figure out what his plan here is.
I can’t tell if he’s just trying to defuse the situation or actually help me understand Julian’s behavior.
After eventually deciding that Archer has only ever had good intentions as far as I’m concerned, I push my chair away from the table and walk toward the kitchen counter.
Standing at the now-tidy counter, I pull the bowl of red strawberries in front of me.
Then I retrieve the cream and honey, ready to whip the topping together, and I feel them watching me, their hungry eyes soaking in the sight of me.
I can practically sense their restless energy. Their desire. Their yearning.
When Archer speaks, his voice is lower, and my hands falter, dropping the spoon.
“Now imagine that while you work, Julian could use your body.”
Goose bumps prick my skin, the toasty air of my apartment causing my body to warm. Ignoring the sensation of arousal creeping in, I pour the cream and sugar into the bowl.
“Imagine he could lift your dress. Kiss your skin. Touch you however he wants.”
With the whisk in my hand, I beat the contents of the bowl, barely able to focus as Archer continues. The tone of his voice grows tighter and deeper the longer he goes.
“While you’re standing there making our dessert, he could fuck you. While watching TV, he could fuck you. First thing in the morning, he could fuck you. You’d give him that power because you like it too. Because you trust him to take control.”
Moisture pools between my thighs as Archer speaks. Meanwhile, questions swirl in my mind, because this is nothing like what I had envisioned Julian describing. Is it wrong of me to want this? Should I be ashamed of how much it turns me on?
Turning my head over my shoulder, I glimpse the blond sitting in the chair and watching me like a cat watches its prey.
“Is that…” I clear my throat. “Is that what it’s like?”
“Yes,” he responds without hesitation.
“All the time?”
“As much as we’d want.”
“Is that what you want…now?”
The only sound in the apartment is his labored breath. There’s a beat of silence before he replies. “Yes.”
I see the sincerity in his eyes. He doesn’t just want me for my body or easy sex. The warm voice in my heart tells me that Julian truly does want me.
Turning my head back toward the bowl in front of me, I continue whisking. There’s a tremble in my hands as I wait, wondering if he’ll take the bait and come do to me all those wonderful and sexy things Archer just described.
The metal sound of the whisk hitting the bowl overpowers anything else in the room, so when Julian’s chest brushes up against my back, it takes me by surprise, and I gasp.
My hand stills and I freeze, waiting for his next move.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers. “Keep going.”
Slowly, I proceed with making the cream for the strawberries. Julian brushes my hair to one side, and when his lips find my neck, chills run down my spine. With trembling hands, I reach for the honey.
Julian’s fingers touch the hem of my dress and gently lift it, letting the warm air breeze along the backs of my thighs and ass. His lips kiss harder along my neck, causing me to moan while fidgeting to unscrew the cap off the jar.
Between his hard body, prowling fingers, and fierce lips, my mind can hardly keep up. He wants me to make dessert? What dessert? What was I even doing?
I somehow manage to continue putting together the pieces of this dish with absolutely no brainpower at all. Julian glides his fingers along the inside of my thigh, the cool metal of his rings making me shiver but never letting me stop.
It’s clear to me now that he’s doing this to prove a point. He wants me to see how good this could be. How it’s about so much more than sex and getting off.
How intimate it is.
It feels suddenly as if Julian and I are the only two people in the room, or rather in the world. His touch brings us together, makes us one.
When he slides his hand around to the front of my thighs, working up to the top, where I’ve completely soaked my panties, I drop the whisk entirely and fall backward into his arms.
Julian’s fingers find their way in between the fabric and my body, slipping through the pooled mess of my arousal and plunging inside me.
“Is this okay?” he whispers darkly, his voice like velvet.
“Yes.” I let out a pathetic moaning sound and clutch his arm for support.
“God, you feel good,” he murmurs in my ear, the deafening sound of his growly voice causing goose bumps to erupt over every inch of my flesh.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, pressing my hips forward to chase the sensation of his touch.
“Don’t you stop,” he replies, teasing me with a hint of playfulness.
I groan in protest before opening my eyes and reaching for the whisk. As I resume stirring the cream cheese and squeezing a bit of lime juice into the mixture, Julian stands flush against my body, his hand up my dress and his finger deep inside me.
I can hardly stand, let alone put together something edible. Thankfully, I already carved out the centers of the strawberries earlier, because I don’t think I’m fit to be handling a paring knife in this state. Somehow, I manage to bag the contents of the bowl without making too much of a mess.
His lips don’t stop nibbling on my neck, and his hand is relentless, plunging in and out, bringing me to the verge of release before backing off and torturing me some more.
Clipping the tip off the corner of the bag, I fill the first strawberry while he continues to toy with me. And I think for a moment that I might actually get through this.
But then Julian pulls his hand from my core and drops to his knees behind me.
“What are you do—” I ask, but the moment he lifts my dress, tears down my underwear, folds me forward, and buries his face between my thighs, I forget what I was about to say.
A loud gasping, moaning sound escapes my lips, and I drop a strawberry on the floor. Julian’s mouth is ravenous. I grip the counter and shout his name as he continues to lick and suck, jerking my hips backward farther so he can reach my sex at a better angle.
It’s like heaven. I’ve completely given up on the dessert as I savor the feel of his tongue plunging inside me. I know it won’t be long before he reminds me that I have to keep working, so I pick up the bag and try to fill one of the carved strawberries with the mascarpone.
It’s a mess, by no means the caliber of my work, but then again, my standards for cooking aren’t usually derailed by getting eaten out in the kitchen. So I guess I can give myself a pass this one time.
My hands are trembling and my orgasm is imminent as I finish filling the last strawberry, arranging it delicately on the platter. Somewhere behind me, I know Archer is watching this, and I wonder what he’s thinking. Is he feeling left out? Is he enjoying the show? Is it his turn next?
With a growling sound, Julian grows frustrated, seemingly from my lack of release.
I let out a yelp as he spins me around, slamming my back against the counter as he attaches his mouth to my clit from the front, groaning loudly as he sucks the sensitive bud.
By the way he’s ravenously devouring me, I can tell he’s doing this for his own pleasure as much as mine.
He’s basking in the taste and scent of my sex, moaning like an animal as he indulges in my most intimate area.
With a scream, I bury my hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he forces me headfirst into an intense climax.
“I’m coming,” I shriek. My back arches over the counter. My right leg is draped over his shoulder, and my left foot is barely even on the floor.
Mid-orgasm, I open my eyes and stare at Archer, who is still sitting in his chair, watching this entire thing unfold with parted lips and dilated pupils.
I’ve just crested the high point as he stands and stalks toward me with lust in his eyes. My body is left thrumming with aftershock waves as he reaches behind me and picks up one of the strawberries. He brings it to my lips, and I take a bite between panting breaths.
“How is it?” he asks.
My heart is still beating wildly, and the flavor of the strawberry and cream bursts with decadent sweetness and tangy citrus on my tongue. Closing my lips, I savor the taste as I nod.
“It’s good.”
Julian stands, his lips wet and swollen, as Archer grabs him by the back of the neck and kisses him fiercely, licking my release from his face. Then he delicately feeds him a strawberry. None of us say a word for a while. My ears ring and my skin tingles.
With a wicked smile, Archer pops a strawberry into his own mouth. “You know what I think?” he asks before licking his fingers. “I think this is going to be really fucking fun.”