8. Jack
Chapter eight
Jack
Of all the ways I thought our conversation would go, I didn’t expect it to end with me tossed over Julian’s shoulder. I shouldn’t be surprised though, he was just as competitive as I was, if not more, and hearing about Tate’s piercing definitely pushed some buttons for him.
“What are you going to do to me?” I breathed, more out of breath for what I knew was to come than from physical exertion. I yelped as I was unceremoniously dumped onto his bed.
Julian wasted no time digging into his drawers and pulling out various items of different colors and materials. Some were big enough to make even my eyes widen.
“Why professor, does the headmaster know that you so many inappropriate toys in your apartment?” I teased, unable to hold back a giggle at just how many toys he had. Seriously, why did someone need so many?
Smirking, Julian picked up what seem to be some kind of clamps. “Some have piercings others have toys.”
“Julian,” I screeched, backing up from the pile on the bed, “I hope you don’t think you are sticking any of those things in me.”
The heated look told me that he did and he would. “Take off your clothes.”
He didn’t wait for me to obey, pulling his grey cashmere sweater over his head leaving his muscular chest bare for my purview. Last time we’d been in this room, the light had been dim, and I’d been in too much of a hurry to have him inside of me to take my time looking him over.
Now, I ate up every inch of him, from his broad shoulders to his tapered waist. A scattering of scars decorated his skin.
The scars did nothing to make any part of him unattractive. If anything it only made me want him more.
When you lived with supernaturals, scars were not something you worried about or saw very often. And while hunters healed faster than the average human, they had nothing on my healing abilities. Nary a scar marred this perfect body. But seeing Julian’s made me want to lick every single one of them.
My eyes slipped down to the trail of pale blonde hair that led into the front of his pants, where his hands sat at the waist band. I dragged my lower lip between my teeth, lifting my eyes to meet his normally bright blue gaze, now darkened with desire.
“What are you doing?” he asked, not removing the rest of his clothes.
Leaning back on my hands, I let my lips tug up at the edges. “You’re always telling me to be more observant, I just want to make sure I get a good grade.”
He chuckled darkly. Then he unbuckled his belt before pulling it out of its hoops so fast that it made a thwack noise, making me jerk in place. “What you’re aiming for is a red ass if you don’t do as I told you.”
A shiver of excitement shot through me, and I couldn’t help but to push him just a bit more. “And what was that?”
Wrapping the belt around his hand, he leaned over the bed and pinched my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “You know exactly what I said. Now be a good girl and show me what you let that filthy mutt touch.” He pecked me on the lips and stepped back, patiently waiting for me to obey him.
In any other instance, I’d push back. Okay, let’s be honest. Even in this instance, I wanted to defy his orders. Except the throbbing ache between my thighs told me the sooner I shut up and did as he asked, the sooner I could have him inside of me.
Emboldened by his words, I kept eye contact with him while I kicked one shoe off and then the other.
Slowly — and I mean painstakingly slow because, come on, I wasn’t just going to obey him right away — I inched my shirt up my stomach.
I enjoyed his eyes eating up every bit of skin I showed him before I pulled it up and over my head.
I tossed the shirt at his face.
Which he easily caught with a quirk of his brow. “Cute.”
His eyes lingered on my bra-encased breasts. So I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, laying back on the bed and shimming my hips until I could get them down my legs. Once they were at my feet, I slipped one foot out and flipped the pants in his direction, smacking him in the legs.
“That’s two, Jack. Want to go for three?”
He tightened the belt around his hand until the skin turned white.
To anyone else, it’d look as if he were about to start throwing fists.
That was until they saw how his pants tented in the front with each provocation.
I knew I was walking on thin ice now, and there was only so much more I could push until he snapped and I paid for my actions.
I let my fingers curl beneath my panties, then paused. Without warning, I turned on my hands and knees, giving him my bare backside where my thong broke between my cheeks as I unclipped my bra. I let it slide down each arm and then peered over my shoulder as I tossed it toward him.
I got no warning before his hand wrapped around my ankle and yanked me down the bed toward him. The smooth leather of his belt slid across my backside, the only warning I got before he lifted it and swatted me on each cheek.
Hard enough to sting but not hurt.
Sucking in a sharp breath, my butt pushed toward him, the sting just enough to get my blood pumping.
“Oh, now the brat wants more, does she?” Julian purred, letting the length of the belt drop between my thighs as he dragged it against my swollen folds, the texture of my panties rubbing against my swollen folds making me pant and moan.
“Julian,” I groaned, struggling to keep playing the game and not just begging him to fuck me.
The bed dipped behind me, and his belt was replaced with his hard, rigid cock grinding between my cheeks. A warm, rough hand wrapped around the front of my throat, his breath hot on my ear.
“Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?”
I licked my suddenly dry lips before croaking out, “I have an idea.”
His other hand cupped my breast in his palm, pinching the nipple until I whimpered. “You like driving me mad with worry, don’t you?”
“No, I—”
He slapped my nipple making me yelp. “Don’t lie to me, Jack. Or I’ll edge you until the sun goes down.”
A part of me knew that wasn’t something I would enjoy, and yet I was tempted, oh so tempted, to push him just a bit more.
Having been training with each other most of our lives, we knew how far the other could go before we broke.
Throw in the sex aspect, and I had a whole new set of fun buttons to push.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off first.
“Think about what you’re about to say, Jack,” he growled into my ear, his fingers flexing around my throat, his cock hard and long, rubbing so close to my entrance I could weep. “Do you want to play this game, or do you want me fucking that sweet pussy until you can’t think straight?”
A laugh burst out of me before it turned into a long moan as the hand on my breast slid down my body just shy of where I needed him. “Julian… I want… fuck… I need…”
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he murmured, his fingers finding that bundle of nerves beneath the lace of my panties.
My hips bucked against his hand, unable to answer him. His fingers sped up slightly before coming to a stop.
I whimpered. My hips undulated, searching for some friction to push me over the edge.
“I need an answer, Jack.”
Breathing heavily, I nodded, trying and failing to get him to keep moving.
“Use your words,” Julian ordered, nipping at my earlobe. “We both know how much you like to talk. Don’t hold back on me now.”
Groaning, I closed my eyes and focused on what it was he wanted me to say. “Y…yes.”
“Yes, what?”
An animalistic growl escaped me as I pushed my hips back against his. “Yes, I’ll be good. Now fuck me, you self-righteous asshole.”
He chuckled against my back, then his hand shifted my panties to the side. In one quick thrust, he was inside of me.
I groaned and tried to put my head down onto the mattress, but Julian pulled me back up, one hand on my hip the other on my throat as he thrust into me, hard.
“Don’t give up on me yet, I’ve barely gotten started,” he grunted and breathed out. “Does your mutt know you enjoy being manhandled? Hmm?”
All I could do was moan, my hands grabbing at his arm and shoulders as he hit somewhere deep inside me that made my eyes roll back.
“You’re so worried about being strong,” he murmured into my ear, slowing his hips until he pulsed in and out of me.
I whined, so close to my release, to have it pulled away from me.
“But you don’t want to be strong with me, do you?” He slowed almost to a stop, pressing his lips to my ear. “Not here with me inside of you.”
“Julian,” I groaned, grabbing at his hips. “Please.”
He chuckled darkly against my face. “You want to be my little fuck toy, don’t you?” His hips pulled back and then he thrust into me harder than before.
A scream ripped from me, primal and desperate. His fingers flexed around my throat as he continued that pattern. Slowly pulling back and then shoving into me hard and fast, hitting that one spot that made me see stars over and over again at an agonizingly slow pace.
“You don’t need to be strong here,” he continued to pant, his words making everything tighten and ache. “Let go, Jack.” His fingers found my clit once more. “I’ll catch you. I’ll always catch you.”
One final thrust combined with his fingers twisting that bundle of nerves was all it took before I was falling apart. My vision blackened around the edges. My heart beat so fast I swore it would burst out of my chest.
And Julian… Julian was there, just as he said he would be. He held me up, still long and hard inside of me, my muscles fluttering and squeezing around him.
“That’s my girl.” Julian kissed my shoulder, my neck, and then the line of my jaw. “God, I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this. Feeling you.” He pulsed his hips just slightly, making me whimper.
After giving me a moment to catch my breath, Julian stroked my hip, still inside of me, still hard. “So… how did I rate up against the mutt’s piercings?”
I hummed, pretending to contemplate his question.
Julian pinched my nipple. “Jack.”
Without warning, I twisted my legs in between his, switching our positions so that I was the one on top. I shifted from knee to the other removing my last article of clothing from my legs, leaving my sensitive flesh sliding down his length, not taking him back in just yet.
Julian peered up at me, hands on my hips, not trying to take back control just yet.
I let my hands wander down his chest before my eyes caught on the pile of toys nearby. Feeling mischievous, I picked up the clamp looking things from before. It was one of two connected by a thin chain between them.
Grinning at Julian, I let the chain swing around my finger. “How can I possible grade that performance when you haven’t even begun to show me what you can really do?” I stopped the chain and pursed my lips, looking down at him. “Now, what’s this for?”
Taking the item from me, he showed me the little knob on top which made the clamp bigger and then smaller.
“This can go a few different places…” He trailed off bringing it up to my chest, teasing it across my nipple.
First one and then the other, my mind connecting the dots on why there were two.
When he moved it down my body until it brushed my clit, my hips jerked on their own accord.
“Oh,” I breathed, becoming more and more curious to know how they felt on. “And this?” I swallowed, picking up a random almost round shape that on closer inspection looked to resemble a rose with a hole in the middle of it.
“That,” Julian began, taking it from my hand. “Is for when my mouth is otherwise occupied.” He pushed something on the side of it and a soft sucking noise filled my ears.
All the blood in my body suddenly rushed south and though I’d already come once, I was desperately ready to come again.
“You know,” Julian purred, lifting the toy to my chest and letting me feel the gentle suction of it on the tip. “For someone sleeping with three men, you are not well versed in all the pleasures one can give. Is the mutt not satisfying your needs?”
“I…” my words stuck in my throat as he moved the toy from one nipple to the other, turning up the strength of the suction. Licking my lips, I rocked my hips letting my juices slide me back and forth along the ridges of his cock. “… fuck… Tate… piercings… don’t need…”
“Oh?” Julian arched a brow before flipping us once more, putting me beneath him before lowering the toy even further. He pulled my knees up, spreading my thighs wide before lining his tip up with my entrance. “I may not have metal shoved through my dick but I can do this.”
Suddenly, he pressed the suction of the toy to my clit at the same time as he pressed inside of me. Bracing one hand on my knee while the other held the toy, he watched himself slid in and out of me, drawing more and more obscene sounds from my throat.
My walls squeezed around him tightly, making every thrust for Julian a struggle until he groaned and tensed against me.
Not to be taken out on his own, he did something that caused the suction to escalate and my back arched off the bed, my very soul felt as if it were ripped from my body, liquid burst from between my thighs soaking the bed beneath us.
Finally, Julian clicked the toy off and my soul came crashing back into my body, wincing at the warm wet spot beneath me and the throbbing between my thighs.
I feared moving in case more liquid would come out along with the mess Julian had released inside of me.
I’d never been happier to have a birth control implant than at that moment.
My mother might have been more than happy to be a mom at around my age but I couldn’t see myself doing it. Not now, not ever.
“Hold on,” Julian instructed before climbing off the bed. I lazily watched the tight muscles of his ass while he walked out of the bedroom. He came back a few moments later with a towel and a wet wash cloth.
“Here,” he helped me move over so he could place the towel on the bed, soaking up the combination of both of our releases before gentle wiping between my folds, making me let out small sounds of pleasure.
When he was done, he pressed my back against his front, one arm under my head while the other laid on my hip. Then he said something that made my body tense and my heart race for a whole different reason, his voice soft and full of emotion.
“Promise me, Jack,” he began softly, “you’ll ask for help next time. Please. I couldn’t bear it if I lost you. Not again.”
Still trying to remember how to breathe, I clasped my hand over the one on my hip, leaning back against him.
“I promise.”