Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Julian
Everything about Wynn Carter mesmerized me.
Why? I’d never been enraptured by another person before.
Killing was a need, a way to extinguish the itch that burrowed underneath my skin.
Anytime I was with Wynn, I didn’t get that feeling.
What I wanted to do was bury myself so deep inside him, we became one.
After dinner, while I wanted to drag him to my bedroom and ravish him, I offered him a drink in the living area.
One side of the room was all windows; you could see nothing but the ocean for miles.
I’d known somehow that Wynn would love it, and judging by his gasp when we entered, I was proved right.
“Oh, wow. Julian, this is…” He chuckled in excitement. “I have no words.” He gravitated to the windows and while he watched the waves, I watched him.
If someone had asked me what it was about Wynn that lured me in, I wouldn’t have been able to answer them. The moment I’d seen him at Penny’s, sitting at that table, it was as if I were plugged into something that gave me life, calmness, purpose.
I moved toward the bar, intending to pour us each a drink, but I realized I wanted to drink him in much more.
I dimmed the lights so there was no glare on the glass and Wynn could see perfectly.
With his attention on the sea, I came up behind him, not touching just yet.
I closed my eyes and quietly inhaled his scent: citrus and a hint of coconut.
Whether from sunscreen or not, I couldn’t be sure, but it was neither of those fragrances that gripped me; it was what lay beneath. Wynn’s natural bouquet.
I slid my arm across his waist and he jolted, obviously not realizing I had moved so close, but immediately relaxed against my chest as I pulled him to me. My other hand slid up his arm, along his shoulder, pausing once I reached his chest.
“Mmm,” I hummed into his neck.
“Julian,” he whispered, and I loved how he said my name.
“I want to do bad things to you, Wynn.”
His hands came up, each covering one of my hands. “Maybe I want that.”
He went to turn, but I stopped him. “Enjoy the view, Wynn.” Slowly I began unbuttoning his shirt, glad he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
I skimmed over his skin until the shirt was falling to the floor.
Then, with one hand, I began unzipping his pants while I wrapped the other lightly around his neck.
“You’re beautiful,” I hummed as my thumb grazed his pulse point.
“Not really.”
I squeezed tighter on his throat, not liking how he insulted himself. “I said, you’re beautiful.”
“Okay,” he moaned as his pants tumbled to the ground, and I cupped his growing erection.
“Just keep your eyes on the waves.” I hooked a finger into the waistband of his briefs. When they didn’t immediately fall, I quickly pulled them to the floor and resumed my stance. Hand on throat, other hand on dick.
“I want to touch you too.” His fingers dug into my thigh, desperately trying to claw off my clothes.
I chuckled darkly. “I have you trapped, you’ll just have to surrender.”
His sigh was full of longing, as if he’d never been worshiped a day in his life. If I had it my way, every day would be about him and only him.
Leisurely, I begun stroking his cock, loving the weight of it in my palm and how it grew harder with each tug.
“Julian, please…”
What he was begging for, I’d bet he didn’t even know. “You going to come for me like this, Wynn? Shatter in my arms, paint the window?”
“Fuck,” he whimpered.
Was he reacting to the visual I’d laid out for him or my touch? Both, perhaps. While I was going to fuck him tonight, I very much wanted to watch him fall apart for me.
“You’re close.” I licked the shell of his ear, and he shivered.
“I want you, Julian, I want…”
I squeezed harder on his throat and cock. “What do you want me to do to you, Wynn?”
“I…” He arched forward, stunning in his need. “I want you to fuck me.”
I grazed my teeth along the feverish skin of his shoulder and pressed my clothed cock against his ass. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Wynn. This won’t be the only time you come tonight.”
He gripped my thighs harder, and I smiled against his neck as his orgasm took over him and come covered the window.
When he was spent, his entire body went lax, so I scooped him up in a bridal carry and immediately hauled him to my bedroom and into the en suite. I sat him on the closed toilet and started a bath for him.
I glanced at him as I dripped some bath oils into the water. He was beautifully pink in the cheeks and chest. His neck had no bruising as I hadn’t wanted to hurt him, had only wanted to feel that vulnerability.
Once the bath was filled, I lifted him up, earning a squeak, and gently placed him in the tub. My sleeves were drenched as I pulled away, so I divested myself of my shirt.
“Are you coming in?”
I hadn’t planned on it since I’d figured he’d wanted time to decompress, or honestly I didn’t know.
“Did you want me to?” He nodded. “Then I will.”
Without finesse, I stripped myself of my clothes and was about to step into the water when Wynn rose to his knees in front of me, his face in line with my cock.
“Before you hop in, I want to do something.”
I smirked as Wynn flicked his tongue over the tip. “And what would that be?”
“It’s only fair I get to taste you too. Last time I didn’t, and now you’ve made me come twice and well, I want to see you…what did you call it? Oh yes, shatter for me.”
He slowly swallowed my cock; his lips stretched gorgeously around it. I wanted to press my hand against his throat to feel it there, but he was too low. I settled on running my fingers through his hair.
Sex was a strange thing for me. I wasn’t one to masturbate, which my brother August had told me was odd after I’d confessed it to him one evening after I’d imbibed too much. My enjoyment came from pleasing my partner, and even that only sent a tiny spark through me.
But Wynn? Pleasing him made me harder than I’d ever been and for the first time ever, I discovered I wanted to receive from someone just as much as I craved giving.
He popped off my dick and smiled. “Want to fuck my throat?”
My brows rose. “Do you want me to?”
He snickered. “You gotta stop asking me that; I want to do what you enjoy also.”
“I enjoy you, Wynn.”
His eyes turned soft, and he bit his lower lip. “Then fuck my throat, my prince.”
Shit. My prince, he called me. I loved that. I wanted it more than anything, to be his and only his.
I gripped the sides of his head and entered his warm mouth, groaning as his tight throat squeezed my cock.
I was slow at first, but the tingling in my lower back, the way my balls constricted had me taking from him, using him until I spilled and he swallowed everything I gave him like it was the elixir of life itself.
My heart thundered in my chest, and I looked down at Wynn’s brown eyes so full of joy and crouched to kiss him, to taste the two of us in one place. At that moment, I knew I’d never get enough of this man.