25. Julie
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I have no clue where my bravado comes from as I perch my ass on the cold bricks, my legs spread wide.
But when he falls in front of me, gripping my thighs, no fucks are given.
Zero.
Nada.
He swipes a finger through my glistening folds, and I shiver. A jolt of desire drums through my hips, and my eyes cramp shut when it turns into two instead of one.
“Eat, huh?” His eyes crave me as they flick up to mine.
I’ve never been this bold, but at the same time I’ve never felt sexier. The soft breeze runs along my wetness while my feet rest in my heels firmly planted against the patio. I’m not an exhibitionist, but I’m too turned on to care about who might see us.
With hooded eyes, I nod.
“You have a bossy side I don’t know about, baby?” His mouth hovers between my legs, the anticipation damn-near killing me.
I’m tempted to throw my legs around his neck and show him exactly where I want him, but I fill my lungs once more to find the strength to keep my gaze on the wet dream in front of me.
“You have a problem with that?” I ask under my breath.
He licks my inner thigh. “You can boss me around all you want.”
Then he licks the other, closer to my core. “All day.” Another lick. “Every day.”
I gasp when his hot breath flies over my core, and our eyes connect. “For the rest of your goddamn life.”
I barely comprehend what he’s saying because, finally , his mouth connects with the bare skin that’s been longing for his touch for way too long. He doesn’t just dive his tongue inside me like I want him to. No, he tortures me, placing open, wet kisses everywhere . My clit. My folds. My core, softly sucking in my inner lips. My entrance. The rim of my ass before he moves up again in a teasing trail.
I moan.
Holy motherfucking hell.
Every time I’m settling into his delicious touch, he moves, starting his buildup of a new spot. I look up at the dark night, his mouth on my body making me dizzy.
I can’t fucking describe it.
Nerves I didn’t know I had vibrate to life.
My breaths are shaky, one minute gasping for air, the next releasing all the oxygen from my lungs in contentment.
It’s like I’m standing in a crowd, being touched from different angles, all feverish and better than expected, but my mind keeps snapping around me, no clue where it comes from.
It’s hypersensitive.
It’s fucking with my head in the best way.
It’s not just building me up to touch the goddamn moon.
It’s lifting my mind to a high I linger in and stay in forever, not even sure I still need the moon.
Desperation drips from my parted lips, my eyes pleading when they connect with the deep blue gaze peering up at me. The desire in his eyes makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters to him, his mouth never missing a beat.
“Jason,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m trying to say.
I’m lost for words, but silently, I’m pleading with him to not stop. To keep going. To keep doing whatever the fuck he’s doing, because I’ve never been pleasured the way I am now.
It’s so tender, but with so much intent, just enough friction, just enough tongue, just enough alternation. He smiles up at me, his lips glowing with my arousal, and I’m desperate to kiss him and taste myself.
But I don’t dare to break the focus he has on my pussy, the connection he seems to form without any help from me. His patterns change, my clit slowly getting more action as he sucks it into his mouth before moving back to my inner lips.
Fuck, I didn’t know this could feel so good.
Every few seconds, he moves his mouth up more. Gracing my clit, sucking it, teasing it , right before he lowers his lips again, playing with the rest of my bundle of nerves.
I know what he’s doing.
I can feel it now.
Every time he focuses on my clit, it sparks my orgasm closer to the surface. Taunting it, taunting me, before he builds the anticipation by leaving it alone again. It’s frustrating, mind-blowing, full-blown annoying, and the best goddamn feeling I’ve ever felt in my fucking life.
“Jason,” I moan, scraping my nails over his scalp.
I want him to drag this out as long as possible, but I also want him to speed it up. I’ve never felt more like a contradiction, stuck in a purgatory that’s not a hardship to be in. The muscles in my loins start to tense around my hips.
“You’re so sexy, baby.” His words buzz against my open center, nearly setting me off, and I groan, gripping his head.
His eyes fly up, mischief written in his gaze. “You taste so good.”
“Baby, please.” It’s not just a plea.
It’s a plea that could easily be confused by me begging me for my life, instead of the release I’m desperate to feel. I want to detonate on his face, want my arousal dripping on the damn tile. I want to scream into the night and literally touch the stars.
“Hmm, I’m still hungry.” His flat tongue covers every bit of my bare pussy, and I lunge forward, an electric shot flying through me when he reaches my clit.
“Fuck,” I mutter, the aftershock buzzing in my veins.
I completely surrender to his touch, his hunger. But I’m not sure how long I can sit on this brick wall before my body goes limp and my torso falls into the bushes.
It’s like he’s slowly tearing me down, breaking my walls and enjoying every bit as I crumble in his palms.
He circles my tongue, continuing his open-mouthed kisses, then swipes his tongue over the edge of my clit.
“Oh, fuck.”
He does it again.
And again.
And again .
Each touch builds the explosion inside of me, as if the fire jumps further down the wick every time with each lick of his tongue.
I can feel it growing in my hips as he plunges a finger inside of me, and I cry out in pleasure. His thumb massages my rim when he pushes his hand in and out my pussy, softly kneading the flesh and, oh my god, this is out of this world.
“Fuck, don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”
He chuckles, then the tip of his tongue touches the skin right below my clit, and he starts moving it from left to right at a steady pace.
“Oh my god.” My moan is loud, deep, and it’s fucking impossible to stop when he’s doing that .
His hand never misses a beat, and the rhythm he has with his tongue graces my clit just enough to slowly but surely ignite my orgasm. He speeds up the rhythm, growing the wave I’m anticipating, until he reaches a frantic pace, and I wail into the night.
Pleasure crashes through me like a tsunami, wiping away all my worries along with it. The intensity flows through my entire body, lifting onto a cloud I never want to get off of.
“Fuck.” I shudder in aftershocks. I can sense my wetness dripping down on his mouth, and he eagerly licks me clean before our eyes meet.
With bad boy vibes, he wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then gets back on his feet. I’m barely landing back on earth, not even sure I want to, and before he can reach his full height, I yank his neck to crush his lips against mine.
His moan hums into the kiss, and the salty taste of my arousal coats my tongue. “That was amazing.”
Never breaking our kiss, I shove his pants down, his boxers coming with it in one push. His hard shaft springs free, and I plant my hand on his chest, guiding him to straighten his back.
I stare at his hard dick, then lick my lips.
“You don’t have to, baby.” He brushes my cheek, peering down at me.
But he doesn’t know what he just did to me. He doesn’t know he didn’t satiate my hunger for him; he fueled it. I want to feel his precum drip on my tongue. I want to feel his tip bounce against my throat until I can’t take any more.
I want to make him come undone and hear his grunts echo through the night.
I look up at him through my lashes, licking my lips. “There’s nothing I want more than take you in my mouth, and suck you like a lollipop.”
His eyes slightly widen, and his throat bops before his lips part.
I don’t wait for his approval. Instead, I slide my palms over his hips, all the way to the swell of his ass, then yank him toward my face and take him in my mouth.
I moan, enjoying his velvety skin rubbing my lips as I work them up and down his shaft. His hands rest on top of my hand, softly guiding himself in and out of my mouth. My heart beats in anticipation, adding more pressure when I suck him against my throat.
“Shit, Jules.” His praise motivates me, repeating the move. “Damn, baby, that feels so good.”
He grips my hair, setting the pace, and I let him fuck my mouth, using my tongue, my lips, sucking him deeper and deeper until he’s grunting above me, and my pussy is dripping with desire once more.
I’m reaching that same high, but differently. This time, it’s sparked alive by his moans, the thrill in knowing I’m doing this to him.
Then he pops himself out of my mouth, and my lashes fly up in confusion.
He rubs a hand over his face, indecisiveness laced in his eyes. “I really, really don’t want you to stop.”
“But?”
“But I want to come inside of you more. Without barriers .”
My seductive grin expands. Who am I to say no to that?
I spread my legs even wider. “Then take me, Jason Spencer.”
His dick twitches, an eyebrow arching up before the corner of his mouth curves.
“No one says my name better than you. But not like this.” I squeal when he lifts me up, bridal style, then lowers me onto the smooth patio tiles.
The surface is cold, welcoming my feverish skin, and I wait as he runs his palm from my neck all the way to my thigh, admiring each piece of my body.
“You’re so gorgeous. I don’t want to let you go again.”
The sincerity in his words tugs on my heartstrings, the fear in his eyes matching my own. I don’t want that either.
I hold his gaze, my palm cupping his cheek. “I will never leave you by choice.”
He replies with a kiss, the firmness yet softness of his mouth sinking against mine, like a sign that he hears me. I take his face in my hands, deepening the kiss.
He climbs on top of me, and my knees widen automatically.
“Are you still sure about this?” He lines himself up against my center, his tip knocking on the door.
Is he serious? I press my forehead against his, our lips still brushing.
“There are a lot of things in my life I’m not sure about, or I don’t know how to fix. But you, Jason Spencer, you’re the one thing I’m certain of.”
I hope he can feel the truth in my heart, how it just wants to beat as one with him, and when his tongue plunges into mine with urgency, I think he does.
He holds on to my neck, his fingers digging into the skin as if he’s scared I’ll disappear in front of his eyes. Then he slides inside of me, fusing our lips as one.
I moan, loving the feeling of him spreading me wide, kissing me like we’re drowning together and we need to supply each other with air. Only when he’s fully situated inside me do we both come up for air, foreheads pressed together.
He chuckles under his breath, and I smile. “Nothing has ever felt better than right now. Right at this moment. You’re it for me, Jules. Do you hear me?”
I nod, because he’s kissed away my ability to speak, and then he moves.
Slowly, at first. But as we kiss, and grope, and feel, and our bodies sink into a rhythm that moves as one, we speed up. Everything is heightened, each molecule of his body clicking into place against mine.
He dives into my neck, his pelvis grinding against my clit. The heat of our bodies has us both sweaty, acting like a glue to intertwine us even more.
The connection between us is potent, everything else lost in the world, and when he takes it up a notch, flying us high into the sky, my eyes focus on the stars above me. The dark night with the dots of light hanging above us. It’s when my second orgasm hits, and he empties himself inside of me, that I realize that’s Jason for me.
He’s my light in the darkness.
He’s my North Star when I’m lost.
He always has been.
And he always will be.
***
The next morning, I wake up sweaty, with Jason’s arm wrapped around my stomach, his front pressed against my back.
How we made it back to bed, I don’t know.
All I know is that my pussy is aching, and I don’t regret anything.
A scratch is coming from the bathroom door, and my face scrunches up.
What is that?
It’s followed by a small whine, and then my eyes fly open.
Mutt!
“Stay,” Jason growls into my neck when I try to sneak out of his grasp.
I turn in his arms, pressing my lips against his to relax his hold on me.
“I’m going to get Mutt and let him do his business on the beach real quick.”
Jason grunts, not even bothering opening his eyes, then pushes his mouth against my neck before letting go. “Make it quick.”
Chuckling at his command, I playfully roll my eyes as I get up. I slip my arms into one of Jason’s dress shirts, my ass barely covered, before I let the dog out of the bathroom. He’s twirling around my feet, and I bend to scratch him behind his ear, rewarding me with dog kisses and snuggles before he follows me toward the beach.
It’s early for a Sunday, barely eight a.m., but the sun is already high in the sky, announcing the new day.
I smile when I drop my bare ass into the sand. Mutt runs toward the water, playing in the crashing waves, and I suck in the salty air.
Last night was amazing.
It was more than amazing.
It was an invisible connection forming that I’ve been waiting for since I was little. An unspoken understanding. An unconditional form of trust. Nothing else mattered in that moment but him and I.
And his tongue? Holy shit. He literally blew my mind.
But as the wind blows through my messy hair, there’re these thoughts flying into my brain uninvited.
How are you going to keep your distance now?
You know what will happen if he finds out about Jacob.
You have to tell him.
I can’t tell him.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
I close my eyes, letting the morning sun warm my cheeks, praying it will also give me a solution.
Mutt runs back to me, settling onto my lap like he knows I need some cuddles.
“What have I done, Mutt?” I scratch his belly, and he looks up at me like a Gremlin, flashing his teeth and his floppy ears spread out onto the beach. “How am I ever going to fix this? There’s no way back now, and I don’t want to. I love him.” I smile down at the dog, bringing my face closer to his. “Sssh, don’t tell anyone.”
The little animal grunts, as if he’s pleading allegiance, and I laugh.
“What the fuck should I do? I don’t want to keep lying to him. I can’t keep lying to him, but at the same time, he will commit a murder if he finds out the truth,” I mumble absentmindedly to the dog.
But that’s not even the biggest issue. If Jacob finds out Jason and I are together, he will feel threatened. Who knows what Jacob is capable of when he feels threatened? What if he sends out the video?”
“Got any advice, Mutt?” I rub his neck, registering Jason’s voice behind me and I glance over my shoulder.
“We’ll be right there.” He stops beside me with a frown, his lips curling a little, and I crane my neck to look at him. “Are you having a deep conversation with the dog?”
I nod, grin wide and genuine.
Jason holds out his hand, and Mutt jumps up, allowing me to get to my feet.
“We need to leave, baby.” Annoyance sparks in his blue gaze. “Ford got arrested.”