16. April
“Julian,” I gasped. I stared up at him wide-eyed. His were a little wide too and filled with curiosity. I knew he’d ask me why I was standing in the hallway staring at his door like an idiot. “I...was…” Standing outside your door contemplating throwing caution to the wind to have sex with you.
“You’re probably wondering what I’m…” I averted my gaze. “The thing is I…” Flustered, Awkward April had entered the chat. I was horrible at this. I’d made the first move that night in my suite and kissed him, but it hadn’t even been a real kiss. He was the one who’d had the guts to really go for it. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to center myself. It wasn’t like I wanted to make a move in hopes of landing him as my boyfriend or anything. I wasn’t into relationships on that level, and I was sure he wasn’t either.
Plus, we really shouldn’t muck things up between us with sex. But there was something there, some chemistry sizzling between us. I really wanted to put an end to this silly will we, or won’t we awkwardness. Surely, after we took a dip in the sexual pool, we’d both realize how wrong we were for each other. Foolish logic? Perhaps. I just knew that I was on fire for him. As soon as my eyes opened, Julian’s fingers landed on my nape and tugged me forward.
I crashed against him, my surprised gasp lost in a kiss hot enough to melt my underwear off. It was slow but passionate, as if he was testing the waters, waiting to see how I’d respond. I stepped closer, letting him know I was down for whatever he wanted to do, and however far he wanted to go. I moaned when his tongue slid into my mouth for a sensual exploration. He tasted so good, like red wine and sex. Julian was sex on legs ever since he hit puberty.
I’d always been jealous of the girls I saw him making out with because he just always seemed to know how to pleasure a girl. And I’d heard things about him from some of those girls. Overheard was more like it. As if any of them would ever talk to me. I’d always hear what a good kisser he was, and how many times he’d make them orgasm. He was just a teenager back then, imagine the skills he must possess now...
Well, I didn’t have to reach into my imagination to know that he was an amazing kisser. I needed a change of panties by the time he pulled away. He peered into my eyes, and I was glad to see that he was just as breathless as I was. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes that made me shiver with delight. “You’re coming back inside, April, and you’re not leaving until morning.”
My lips parted but only a shaky breath came out. He took my hand and led me inside. I went willingly. He kicked the door closed and reached for me, kissing me again. My back hit the door, and he wedged a thigh between my legs. I was beyond turned on by his show of dominance so I transformed into a wanton creature almost instantly. Grabbing his lapels, I pulled him to kiss him hard as I ground myself against his muscular thigh. My underwear was dripping wet, and I was sure he felt my heat through his jeans.
“God, April,” he moaned into my mouth. “Do you know the torture I’ve been through keeping my mouth and hands off of you?”
“Mhmm,” was my only reply.
He pulled away to murmur, “I’ve been craving you, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight.” Then, he captured my mouth again.
My jaw dropped right in the midst of our kiss and he paused to peer at me with a small frown. “What?”
Lips opening and closing, I shook my head. “N-nothing.” I wasn’t about to confess that I wasn’t accustomed to dirty talk. “I-I mean, yes, to what you just said you’re going to do to me.”
The vibration of his chuckle in his chest felt good against my palms. My cheeks burned, and I suppressed a groan. I really hoped I didn’t ruin things with my awkwardness. Already feeling out of his sexual league, I dropped my hands from his chest.
Julian studied me for a moment with his head tilted. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Of course.” At that moment, I wanted him more than my next breath.
“Then relax,” he said.
My face burned hotter knowing that he knew I was nervous. Taking my hand, he led me to the bedroom. My heart pounded but it wasn’t just because of my serious case of nerves. It was also because I anticipated his every kiss, his every touch. I knew this was going to be good, and we hadn’t even done anything more than kissing. It was in the way he kissed me. He knew what he was doing.
As soon as we stepped into the bedroom, he turned into that hungry predator again. Claiming my mouth, he delved deep, kissing me as if I belonged to him, while he reached for the zipper of my dress. I shrugged it off and it fell to the floor in a pool around my feet. Julian’s eyes immediately dropped to my chest and his eyes widened.
“Holy shit, April you…” His brows shot up. “I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.”
I followed his gaze to my right breast. It was adorned with a piece of gold jewelry in the shape of a heart, which I thought was really cute. I felt as if I was blushing from the roots of my hair. “I’m not. Not really. I…” I sighed. “It was my twenty-fifth birthday, and Cass I made a stupid bet. I was supposed to get both pierced but I chicken out after the first one.” I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of Julian in only white lace panties, explaining the origin of my nipple piercing. Feeling self-conscious because he was gawking at my boobs, I shifted from one foot to the other. “What, is it not your thing?” I wasn’t into the whole body piercing thing other than my ears, but I wore the nipple ring as a silent show of rebellion. Cass called me a goody-two-shoes and bet I couldn’t do something crazy.
Julian’s eyes finally left my chest to settle on my face, briefly. He went right back to ogling my tits. “Are you kidding? I’m officially obsessed with your right boob.”
A little breathy laugh escaped me.
“I mean they’re both incredible but that piercing…” He stepped closer. “I want to suck on it all night. I’ll start with that.”
My breath hitched. I had no idea how to respond. Maybe I should reply with a hot sex-kitten comeback, but I came up with nothing. “Um…I mean, if that’s what you want to do. O-okay…” Mentally facepalming myself, I closed my eyes and prayed for the ability to disappear.
Julian’s soft laughter forced me to look at him. Great, the man I was about to have sex with was laughing at my non-sexiness. He tipped my chin up with his fingers. “Looks like I need to help you relax.”
He started with a kiss. A light slow one that I was sure was meant to comfort me. It worked. The way his lips flitted over mine was so sweet that I melted into him and forgot all about Jittery April. I tilted my head to the side when he moved his mouth to my neck and over one shoulder then further down to my chest. He made good on his promise, his tongue sweeping over my extra sensitive pierced nipple.
The sensation of his tongue sweeping over the beaded flesh sent a jolt of fire through me. He took the peek between his lips and gently sucked while he cupped my other breast and ran his thumb over the nipple. “Oh, God,” I breathed. Wait, could someone really orgasm from breast stimulation? I’d heard that it happened, but it was hard to believe until now. Moisture rushed between my thighs and my inner muscles clenched. The hand cupping my left breast moved lower to caress me through my panties while he kept his mouth latched to my right nipple. I shivered, feeling my insides heat. It was like my blood was sizzling, ready to reach boiling point.
My moan resonates with delight and surprise. I had no idea a man could give so much pleasure with his mouth and little fondling. I’m embarrassed to admit that my previous sexual experiences have been subpar. Okay, they were downright horrible. This―oh, my God―this was incredible and we hadn’t even moved past second base yet. Julian’s fingers slid into my panties. He caressed my clit once, and I hurled to the stratosphere, clutching his shoulders and trying to remain upright on my quivering legs.
He lifted his head to gaze at me with shock. “Wow, I barely touched you. Are you always this sensitive?”
Blinking slowly, I descended from my unexpected orgasm. Swallowing my own surprise―I had no idea I could cum that hard and that fast from so little stimulation―I lifted a shoulder, completely speechless.
Wearing a sexy, wicked smile, he tugged my underwear down. I stepped out of it, still holding on to his shoulders. “How are we going to do this? Your injuries.” My brows puckered with concern. He was mostly healed, but I was still worried.
He took his shirt off with one hand. I momentarily got distracted by his pecs, rock-hard abs, and narrow waist. What a physique. There was a dusting of hair on his chest and a trail that disappeared at the waist of his jeans. So hot. So manly.
Undoing his belt, he grunted, “My injuries are the last thing on my mind right now.” He assessed me from head to toe. “Trust me. Lay down.”
A little out of my depth, feeling super aroused and nervous, I did as he said. If Julian dished out orders otherwise, I’d raise my brow and give him a tongue-lashing. Right now, I was ready to do anything he said.
His pants dropped and so did his boxers. In all his naked glory―and it was freaking glorious―he stepped closer. My eyes dropped below his waist and my eyes widened. I totally got it now. Why women flocked him. He was perfect. His erection jutted, long and thick between powerful thighs. I imagined if sex-gods were real, this was how they’d look. He joined me in bed and loomed over me with carnal intent in his eyes that were glued to my mouth.
Before I could utter a word to tell him to be careful with his wrist, he kissed me hard and fast and moved on before my sex-muddled brain could catch up. His mouth moved over my breasts again, lavishing the nipples with attention until I was hot and panting and squirming. Then he trailed kisses down my abdomen until his breath fanned my mound. Thank goodness I had indulged in a little lady-escaping this morning. His head dipped, and I gasped, “Wait!”
His eyes snapped to me. “For real?”
“Not that I don’t want this, but you have to take things easy.”
He lifted a brow and let out a laugh. “Thanks for your concern, but even if both of my wrists were broken and my entire torso was in a cast up to my neck, this would still happen. As long as my mouth and dick are in perfect health, it’s a go, baby.”
A beat of silence ticked by before my giggles circulated the room. Smirking, Julian dipped his head between my legs. His tongue gave my clit several teasing strokes that took my breath away. When his mouth latched on, I gasped and wantonly lifted my hips to give him better access.
Holy oral sex god. I’ve never gotten it this good. It was only my second time but...wow. I got so worked up by his skilled ministrations I almost blurted out that I was officially in love with his mouth. Luckily, I was able to hold back my declaration and spare myself the humiliation. Although, Julian seemed to always be amused by the embarrassing things I tend to blurt out. Unlike everyone else who looked at me as I was the strangest thing they”d ever laid eyes on.
My legs were draped over his shoulders, and I tried not to clench them too tightly around him as my next orgasm ripped through me. I didn’t want to hurt him. “Julian.” His name was torn from my lips as I shuddered.
“I love it when you call my name like that,” he purred with my clit still between his lips. It almost sent me sky-rocketing again. He continued to tease me, his tongue circling my clit then sliding between my folds to lap up my fluids. “You taste so good. I want to stay here all night.”
Lips parted and chest heaving, I lifted my head to gaze at him with wide eyes. The way he was just casually lounging between my thighs literally drinking me in as if this was something we did every day was too much. He was out of my sexual league for sure. Each movement of his tongue sent aftershocks through me. My entire body was hypersensitive, and I kept shivering uncontrollably. I was overwhelmed with too many sensations.
“No more,” I panted. “I mean more. I mean...oh my God, I need a minute to recover.”
Julian lifted his head, a satisfied smirk on his face. He knew he’d done a stellar job. I would have been irritated by his smugness if he didn’t deserve to be. The man had mad skills.