9. Chapter 9
Holden
M y phone buzzes, and a grin lights up my face.
“Eli again?”
I look up to find Julian smiling at me, his eyes soft and gooey.
If I thought this man would become less obsessed with me over the years, I was sorely mistaken.
Not that I have any qualms about it. Nah.
I’m here for the obsession. The ring burning a figurative hole in my pocket is proof of that.
“Yeah, Eli. He asked if I’d help him get a matching tux for the wedding. ”
My heart does a little flutter when I say the word wedding. It always does because I know before too long it’ll be my wedding I’m talking about. Well, I’m hoping so, anyway. If Julian says yes.
Which I’m pretty sure he will .
I think.
“He’s a good kid.”
I sigh. He really seems like he is. Scared, a little traumatized, but a good kid. He reminds me a little of me, actually. Especially with his hair. We also have almost the same shade of green eyes. It’s kind of wild. Julian chuckles. “I think he shocked even himself when he met you.”
I laugh. “Yeah. I thought for a second he was going to be a dick. Wasn’t expecting such a good compliment.”
Julian sits down beside me and pulls me into is lap, nuzzling my throat. “Mmm. I think you’ll be good for him.”
I can only hope so. I hope that I can help nurture his interests and likes in a positive, healthy way. I’ll also physically fight anyone who tries to make him feel shit for them. “I’ll turn into Beck if people are mean to him.”
Julian laughs lightly, his breath fanning across my skin and making me shiver. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll go full Rocky. Beat the shit out of someone.”
Julian shakes his head, pulling back enough that he can cup my face and plant his lips to mine. “I don’t think that will be necessary, but I do love the determination, darlin’.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re such a shithead.”
“Guilty as charged,” Julian whispers, rubbing his nose along my cheek and placing kisses along my jaw.
I sink into his embrace, letting him hold me up and shower me with his gentle affection.
The man’s practically made me a slut for it.
Oh well. “So, what do you want to do with the rest of our kid-free day?” His voice is a low rumble in my ear.
My cock perks up. I definitely have some ideas.
“We could play some board games,” I suggest, deciding to fuck with him a little bit.
Julian nips at my jaw. “Not what I had in mind.”
“Oh. My bad. We could watch a movie together.”
He groans, laving his tongue down my throat and sucking lightly on the skin. “Or,” he rasps, and my body heats up, lust spiking through me. “You could take me to bed.”
“Yeah. That. Let’s definitely do that.”
He stands up, lifting me with him effortlessly. He digs his fingers into my side, making me burst into laughter. “That’s for teasing me. Board games and a movie. You’ve lost your damn mind, darlin’.”
He pushes open our bedroom door and strides to the bed before tossing me down onto it. “Rude.” I pout up at him.
He rolls his eyes playfully. “Sure. I know you hate that.”
I want to laugh, but I can’t because then the game is over, so I jut my bottom lip out further and give him my best puppy dog eyes. “You better just get in here with me before I take offense. ”
“Before you take offense? Are you forgetting that you wanted to play board games?”
This time I can’t help but laugh. “I didn’t actually want to play board games.”
Julian climbs in beside me and slides a hand under my shirt. “Yeah? What do you want to do instead?”
I make a face like I’m thinking really hard on it, but I already know how I’m hoping it’ll end. “Hmm, rock paper scissors? Winner tops?”
Julian lets out a loud laugh. “You’ve got a deal, darlin’.”
We both get up, adjusting until we’re sitting cross-legged across from each other.
I giggle, entirely too excited about this.
We put our hands up. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot,” I say, doing the hand motions.
I wait a split-second longer than Julian to see what he does.
When he throws up rock, I put my hand out in the scissor motion.
He grins. “Best two out of three?”
I shrug. “Works for me. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.” Again, I wait until he puts his hand out before I choose mine, and yet again he “beats” me with scissors to my paper.
He shakes his head with a chuckle. “I’m starting to think you’re throwing the game.”
I give him my best smile. “Now, would I do something like that? ”
Julian raises an eyebrow, an incredulous look on his face that makes me laugh. “You? My little chaos twink? I put nothing past you.”
Giving him a wink, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor, then lie back and do the same with my jeans and underwear.
He swallows hard, and I want to preen. It’s still a little shocking to me that this man wants me . But here we are. I gesture to his clothes. “Are you planning on leaving those on?”
He doesn’t take his eyes off me longer than it takes to pull his shirt over his head. “No. Definitely not.”
The second he’s naked, I crawl into his lap and bring our mouths together. He tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging gently, using his grip to turn my head. I gasp and his tongue slips into my mouth.
This is my favorite. Although, that’s not entirely true.
Anything with him is my favorite. He moans deep in his throat as his hold on my hair tightens.
The slight sting would make my eyes roll back if they weren’t closed.
As it is, I can barely take the anticipation anymore.
I pull myself away from Julian. He gives me a curious look, but I don’t say anything.
Instead, I climb off his lap and roll onto my stomach beside him.
I adjust until I’m spread out before him, chest to the mattress, ass in the air .
Julian lets out a strangled sound. I’m dying to see the look on his face, but I don’t want to turn around. He moves until it feels like he’s close to my hips, but I can’t be sure without actually looking. His warm hand settles on my back. “Are you sure, darlin’?”
I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Yes. I’m sure. Just like I’ve been sure the last billion times.”
Julian’s thumb skims one of the dimples in my lower back. “I still like to check in.”
I turn my head back just enough to look at him over my shoulder. “I know. But I’m good. So you know, get on with it, maybe.”
His brown eyes bore into mine. “I’ll do what I want.”
He’s been around me too long. He used to never give me shit like this. He’d bend over backward to give me what I wanted immediately. Now he’s a little shit, and I’ve corrupted him. I know I’m not going to win, so instead of even trying, I turn my head back around with a huff.
For a long while, there’s nothing besides the feel of his thumb caressing my back dimples.
Finally, he lets out a little sigh. “You’re so fucking stunning, Holden.
Every time you trust me like this. Every time you allow me the privilege of being with you this way, it takes the fucking breath right out of me. ”
His thumb leaves my skin, then his lips take its place.
They’re warm and soft, and the feel of them on my body makes liquid heat flood my veins.
When his stubble scrapes the top of my ass, I groan.
It’s been entirely too long since we’ve done this.
I love topping. Watching Julian damn near convulse with pleasure, watching the way his chest heaves and his eyes roll back?
Fuck. Straight out of my deepest fantasies, but every once in a while? I love this too.
Julian kisses his way up my back, taking his sweet time. He’s driving me insane, but he already knows that. He nips the skin along my shoulder blade and I yelp, not expecting the sudden sting. The asshole laughs, but he goes back to kissing me, soothing the sting with his lips.
The sound of the lube being popped open makes me whimper.
Not in fear, not anymore. In fucking anticipation.
Julian presses two cool fingers to my hole and I bear down, trying to get him inside me as soon as possible.
My cock is hanging heavy and swollen beneath me, and the second he pushes his fingers inside me, I groan, my cock throbbing.
He doesn’t waste any more time. He searches for my prostate, finding it in seconds. My cock drools pre-cum on the bed below us as he uses his fingers to stretch me open, rubbing and tapping against the sensitive spot with each pass .
“Fuck, darlin’. You are so sexy like this. Spread out and all mine.”
I moan, rocking my hips back on his hand. He gets the memo, and apparently finally done with teasing me, pulls his fingers out and carefully pushes in with three. I’m panting, my body starting to tremble as he works them deeper into me.
When he pulls them out, I groan at the sudden loss, but I don’t have time to focus on the emptiness because the blunt, slick head of his cock is pressing against my hole. “You ready, darlin’?”
I’m pretty sure if I try to talk, all that’s going to come out is a whine, so I just nod frantically. He chuckles, filling me slowly. His laughter is cut off pretty quickly with a low moan, though. That’s what he gets for laughing at me. “Jesus, Hold. You always feel so fucking good.”
He punctuates each word with a twist of his hips, working his cock deeper.
It burns, but it’s not the burn I spent far too long feeling.
It’s the kind of burn that heats me from the inside out and has me gasping for air and my toes curling.
He pauses when his hips are flush against my ass.
I mean, I appreciate it. The man is fucking huge, but I need him to move .
I push back against him, fucking myself on his cock. “Jesus,” he groans, the rasp in his voice making my leaking dick ache.
For a second, I get away with it, but then he’s gripping my hip with his hand, his fingers splayed across my lower stomach.
I think he’s going to stop me, but he doesn’t.
He doesn’t move at all, other than to use his tight grip to force me onto his cock, and drag me off it.
Is he…? He’s using me like a fuck toy. And that should not be hot.
But Jesus. My dick throbs, a moan tearing from my throat.
“More,” I groan, my body going lax against the bed as I let him take over the movement entirely.
The only response I get is a deep moan, a whispered fuck, and his free hand grabbing my other hip. He sets an almost bruising pace, but he’s not moving his hips at all. He’s moving me on his dick, and holy fuck, oh God.
I’m basically a boneless pile of nothing as Julian uses his hold on me to manipulate my body and use me. “Is this okay, Holden?”
His concern feels good, but not as good as his dick. “If you stop, I’ll murder you.”
He laughs, but it’s breathless and rough. “You feel so good, darlin’. Tight and warm and fucking mine. Like you were made for me. ”
His words shoot through me, making my stomach tighten. I’m so hard my dick hurts, and I need to touch it so bad, but I’ve also never gotten off hands free before, and I almost want to see if I can.
Julian moans and a shiver races down my spine.
He flexes his fingers, drumming them against my skin as he works me over his cock.
This is fucking insane. Each time he pulls me back on him, the head of his dick hits my prostate, sending me higher and higher.
I know if I was allowing myself to touch my cock, this would already be over, but I don’t want to.
Heat builds low in my stomach, my balls drawing up tight as sweat beads on my skin. Holy shit. “Harder,” I somehow manage to say.
Julian listens, because of course he does, his fingers tightening almost to the point of pain as he pulls me roughly onto his cock.
I’m unraveling, fucking losing it, and I need to.
The feelings coursing through my body are almost too much.
I’m barely holding it together, but I just need a little more.
Fuck, maybe I just won’t be able to come hands-free. “Holy fuck, Holden,” Julian groans. “You like this, don’t you? Being used like this. But only by me. Because you’re mine. Isn’t that right? ”
Oh, he’s gonna pay for that, but also, God, I so fucking do.
He slows us way down, panting as he does.
I almost want to protest, but the way he’s handling me is fucking sublime, and the way his dick is grinding against my prostate has me seeing actual stars, so maybe I’ll just let him do what he wants.
He tilts my hips back just a bit, changing the angle slightly, and my cock jerks, my entire body tensing. He pulls me onto his dick, then rotates his hips, grinding his hips against me. “Come on, darlin’. I can feel how close you are. You’re pulsing around me. It’s so fucking good. Let go.”
The rasp in his voice might be the thing that does it because it’s obscene.
He grinds against me again, slow and maddening, his cock so deep inside me, it’s almost too much.
When he pulls out and slams back in so hard it almost shoves me up the bed, everything explodes.
My cock, mostly. But also my fucking brain.
My dick throbs and I bury my face in the pillow.
Julian rocks his hips, keeping the same unrelenting pace as pure fucking bliss spreads through me and my entire body shakes its way through my orgasm.
I am so fucking jealous that this happens to him all the time .
I can’t even speak, but the noises I’m making sound fucking insane, even to me. “There you go. Fuck. Perfect, darlin’. I knew you could do it.”
Julian slows his thrusts before pulling out.
I’m a little disappointed that he didn’t get off, but then he releases his hold on my hip, and I can feel the head of his dick brushing my ass cheek.
The wet sound of his hand moving over his cock makes an aftershock rock through my body seconds before he groans low and deep and his cum hits my lower back and ass.
I collapse forward, not giving a damn about the mess I’m lying in, and Julian follows me down, lying beside me before bodily rearranging me until I’m curled against him. When everything has finally stopped tingling, I look up at him. “Why’d you pull out?”
He laughs, brushing a hand through my hair. “It can be… sensitive after you get off like that, and I didn’t want to hurt you.”
This perfect fucking man. I climb fully onto his body, kissing him without thought. “I love you so fucking much.”
He chuckles. “You’re easy to impress. But I love you too.”
Yeah. Really can’t wait to marry this man.