24. Julian
JULIAN
F or a moment, I thought I’d died and was floating somewhere in the clouds, but eventually I started to be able to draw air into my lungs again, and the solid form of Lance underneath me became real.
I realized I was squeezing his shoulders hard as if I thought I might fall.
I almost had when I’d come. Then he’d grabbed me, pulled me against him, and kept me safe. Just like he promised he would.
I pulled back slightly and met his gaze. “What do you want me to do now?”
Lance smiled and spread his legs until I started to slide to the floor. “Get on your knees.”
I nodded, mesmerized. That’s what I wanted.
Well, it was second on my list of things I was dying to do.
If I couldn’t find out right this minute if having Lance inside me would be different than my other experiences, I wanted to take him into my mouth, down my throat, to have him use me, let him choke me.
I wanted to surrender again. No one had ever helped me drop my guard like this.
He could make me addicted to the feeling of giving in.
“Yes, sir.” I eased to the floor. The movement wasn’t as graceful as I’d envisioned it, but at least I didn’t completely fall over. Lance held onto my shoulders to steady me.
“Are you all right? I can slide the seat back.”
I ignored him and reached for the fastenings of his pants, but he grabbed my wrists. “I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge.”
I looked at him and deliberately licked my lips. I loved the way his eyes widened.
“Hands behind your back. I don’t have anything on me to restrain you with, but pretend they’re tied there.” My pulse sped up to the wild speed it had beat at when I’d come. “I don’t… I’m not…”
“You don’t need to think. All you need to do is give me your mouth. I’ll take care of everything.”
His words made my cock twitch again, even though I’d just come so thoroughly. I wanted to reach down and take it in my hand, but I didn’t dare.
“Open up.” Lance pressed his thumb into my chin, pushing it down. I shivered as I did what he said. I really thought he could make me do anything and make me love it.
“You’re so good for me. You gave me what I wanted, but that wasn’t enough. Watching you has me so hard. I need the hot clasp of your throat. I need to use you, need to take your mouth hard and fast. You’re going to give that to me, aren’t you?”
I nodded as I tried to pull in a shaky breath.
“That’s right. You’re not going to fight me, are you?”
I shook my head. “No, sir.”
“Good. Now open up and let me in.”
Lance gripped the sides of my head and pulled me down onto his cock. He didn’t go slow, but I didn’t want him to. I didn’t care that I gagged around him as he pushed deeper into me.
“Fuck. You feel so good, Julian.” He pushed me back, sliding out and looking down at me. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded, and he tightened his grip on my hair. “Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
He pushed back in, groaning as I swallowed him. He moved in and out a few times before pushing deeper, not stopping until my face was buried against the hair at the base of his cock.
He held me there, and I squeezed my hands together behind my back. I tried to give in, but I struggled against his hold. I needed air. This was too much, way too much. He said to trust him, but I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t…
He let me go, and I sucked in gasping breaths as I gazed at him.
“I know what you can take,” he said. “You really can trust me.”
I nodded. “More.”
“Come here.” He pulled me to him again. I took him down, sliding my tongue along his underside. “That’s right. Pleasure me. Show me what you can do.”
I worked him, bobbing my head up and down, licking and sucking.
He was shifting in the seat, but he let me control things for a few minutes even as his hips lifted, driving him deeper into my mouth.
Eventually, he took over again, hands slipping into my hair, pushing me down. making me swallow him whole.
Something was different this time. I didn’t feel the urge to fight. I gave in and let him use my mouth. I stayed relaxed even when I choked around him and spit ran down my chin. He wasn’t going to hurt me. I wanted it. I wanted to pleasure him.
“God, Julian. You’re incredible.”
I moaned around him and rolled my eyes up to meet his. He stared down at me, holding my gaze as his thrusts became harder, jolting me. I took it all.
“I’m going to come in your throat, Julian. I expect you to swallow every drop.”
I tried to nod, but he was holding me so tightly I could barely move. He worked himself up into me with rough thrusts. Just as I started to grow desperate for air, he came, flooding my throat with his spunk.
I swallowed again and again, drinking it down, my cock hard and ready again. I loved this, loved submitting to him. By the time he released me, the world had started to go fuzzy at the edges. I laid my head against his thigh and rested there, panting, covered in spit and cum.
Lance soothed me, running his hand through my hair over and over. “You’re perfect, Julian. You’re just what I need.”
I wanted him to mean those words. I wanted him to truly need me the way he was making me need him, but I couldn’t let myself believe that. I wouldn’t be able to handle the grief when he was done with me if I did, but silently, I said You’re what I need too.