20. JULES #2
I yank him back. After a snap, my hair falls free around my shoulders. The clip hits the floor with a soft thud. His fingers move to my top, sliding underneath and heading north. A tortured whimper breaks lose when they slip under my bra. Was that from me? His throaty chuckle would say so.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s unhooked my bra and it’s on the carpet.
‘They’re real!’ he declares.
‘They’re fake, you idiot. Do you think boobs naturally sit up like that?’
‘Jules, I’m from Miami. They’re all like that.’
He picks me up with surprising ease and throws me on the bed like I weigh nothing, then lathers attention on my chest. He sucks one nipple dry and releases it with a popping sound.
‘Are you having fun?’ I ask, half amused as he kisses my delicate skin.
‘The most,’ he says.
I squirm when I feel teeth. The pressure’s feather-light, but the promise is delicious.
I’m overcome by the crushing need to impress him. I’m no virgin but this guy has a lifetime more experience than me. I heard he slept with Madison Beer and Tate McRae.
I wriggle out of my bottoms and lie down, head hanging over the side of the bed. It takes him a couple of seconds to catch up. Even from upside down, I can see his eyes widen to the size of saucers at what I’m proposing.
‘Hold up,’ he says gruffly.
Where’s he going? I’m on my fucking back for him and he thinks now is a good time to do something else? I hear a soft rustling by the wardrobe over my harrumph, and he’s back.
‘Patience, grasshopper,’ he says. ‘Now open up.’
It’s my turn to be slow. I part my lips but he’s looking at my legs splayed on the mattress, and I do as I’m told. He’s holding something but I can’t see what. It fits in his hand so it must be small. I can’t think of anything in my toy box that small.
‘You have an excellent collection, by the way,’ he remarks. ‘That dildo’s huge.’
If the blood wasn’t already swarming my face, that would do it. ‘I’ve never met a guy who liked dildos before.’
His fingers find my sex without hesitancy or fumbling, and I see stars.
‘They’re just self-conscious jerks,’ he says casually, like he’s not thumbing my clit with elite dexterity. ‘They don’t replace your dick. Collaboration not competition.’
I raise my head to avoid blacking out. ‘How do you compare?’ My voice is jarringly deep.
‘To your dildo?’ He shrugs. ‘It’s not the size that matters, Butler, it’s how you use it. You should know that by now.’
I felt his erection earlier, that boy’s not small.
The swirling stops and it’s replaced by something cool sliding inside me.
He walks back up to my head like he has all the time in the world. ‘But it’s a bonus if you’re packing.’ The moment he drops his shorts, the toy starts a lazy pace.
Lord save me, he found the remote-control vibrator.
I’m momentarily too hazy to realise a giant dick’s looking at me.
Not as giant as my dildo, but blowing that would wreck my jaw.
I reach up to touch it and his breath hisses past his teeth.
It’s a lovely dick – rock hard, straight, and big but not can’t-walk-for-days big.
It makes my mouth water. I wrap my fist around it and give it a slow stroke from base to tip, and it twitches.
The intensity inside my sex ramps up and I jolt, almost missing the swear escaping from him.
I have the sudden need to devour him right now.
I run my tongue over my lips and open them as wide as I can.
‘I’ll start slow,’ he promises. ‘If it’s too much, make a noise and I’ll stop.’
I silently agree, and he leans forward, eyes going heavy watching his dick disappear inside me. At just the right angle, he sinks deeper and deeper until he’s at the hilt. He’s filling me all the way down my throat and it makes my pussy throb.
Before I can think too much about how embarrassing it’d be to gag right now, the vibrator jumps three settings to a ruinous pace. I barely notice him slip out and in.
‘You all good?’ he rasps, almost like he’s struggling to keep it together.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to answer with his cock blocking my air supply. When he next releases me, my agreement’s a gasp.
His rhythm quickens, with one hand placed gently on my neck to feel the bulge of his dick fill the entire column of my throat.
The other is on my nipple, squeezing and caressing.
I wrap my arms around his tanned thighs, pulling him tight to me.
For someone who’s in control every second of every day, it’s freeing to surrender for once.
I can’t change his depth or size or speed, so I give in to it.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt this turned on.
Every part of my body’s smouldering. Blood roars through my veins.
When his hand moves mine out of the way to press against my clit, I moan like I’m not in a hotel suite surrounded by neighbours.
I’m so wet, I can hear his fingers moving in rapid circles.
I let my eyes flutter closed and bask in it, distantly concentrating on trying to breathe at the right moments, and doing my best not to writhe.
‘You like that dick, baby?’ he murmurs, voice like thick honey dripping on my skin, eyes fixed on where we’re joined. ‘You want all of it? Take it like a good girl. Swallow it in that pretty little mouth. Wrap those soft lips around it. You feel so damn good.’
He pulls out and rests his big balls on my lips.
I waste no time feasting on them as his hands find my tits again.
I swirl my tongue around them and suck deeply like I’m trying to swallow one at a time.
Tiago responds with a string of Spanish, giving me a nanosecond to breathe before shoving his full length back in.
Could he be even larger than before? The anticipation of his thickness deep inside my pussy has me dripping.
The burn, the friction, the hardness. I let out an impatient whimper.
After I’ve had one and a half orgasms, he slides all the way out. I sit and suck in the longest breath of my life, letting the blood run back south.
‘That was awesome,’ he pants. ‘You didn’t gag once!’
I’ve never had sex with someone who talked this much. I’ve never had sex with someone so openly appreciative of me. It’s kind of nice. I award myself an imaginary fist pump. Take that, Madison Beer.
‘Then why didn’t you come?’ My voice sounds like I haven’t spoken in years.
He makes me jump when he straddles my legs on the bed. ‘Because I want to see your face when you take my load.’
I tut, but I secretly love it. ‘So crude.’
He whips out the vibrator and sucks it clean. Before I can arrange my thoughts, his tongue wastes no time taking its place.
‘Your pussy is fine, girl.’ I can feel his hot breath against my folds. ‘Rogers doesn’t know what he’s missing. Poor guy.’
‘Do you have to bring him up now?’ I squawk as two fingers fill me.
His response is to add the vibrator back on my swollen clit as his fingers ravage me. I’m not shy about telling a man what I want but I don’t need to. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
I grind my wet centre against his sweet, sweet pressure, and it’s seconds before I’m hurtling towards the next precipice. My thighs are trembling uncontrollably. I’m a needy mess, whimpering pleas of right there and don’t stop and Tiago, please over and over.
I cry out as I fall apart. He doesn’t relent, dragging out every last aftershock until I’m heaving myself away from him because my body can’t take an ounce more pleasure.
When I’m strong enough to look up, the wicked grin I see makes my quaking limbs ache. ‘I don’t know where you think you’re going, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet.’