14. Julian #2
I press a kiss between his eyes. “Shh.” I could lie here making out with him for the rest of the night and be happy. I’ve loved Ian for almost as long as I’ve known him, and I’m proud of him. “No rush, okay.”
“Okay.” His fingers trace a gentle path along my skin. Up my arms, down my back. Touching me like I’ve always hoped he would.
“Thank you for letting it be me.”
His auburn brows scrunch. “Who else would it be?” I’m not sure what he sees on my face, but it feels a lot like insecurity “Come here, Jules.”
I lean down and press my lips to his. The slow slide of his tongue makes me rut against his dick. He tastes good. Feels better. Warm and soft, yet strong, holding me here. He pulls back and I press my forehead to his.
“I’m not doing this because I want to have sex and just move on or get it over with.” I watch him. “It has nothing to do with that.”
“Then what?”
“It’s you, Jules. I’m doing this because I want you so bad and I’m tired of pretending I don’t. I’m tired of letting my head keep me from what I really want, and I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember.”
“Are you serious?”
His soft fingers lace around my cock, forcing a moan from my lips.
“I don’t think I can have sex right now.
” A grin grows on his red lips when he drags his fingers up my stomach then rubs slow circles over my nipples.
I nearly collapse on top of him. “But I want to taste you.” He jerks me slowly. “Turn around.”
Instead of looming over him, I get up and lie down on my side, bringing myself face-to-face with his delicious dick. “Fuck, Ian I—”
Whatever I meant to say dies as the warmth of his lips wraps around me. His head lying on my inner thigh, I pull his body closer and try to think through the soft suction of his wicked mouth. “I told you. I’m not a good multitasker,” I groan. “Fuck, Ian.”
He pops off my dick. “Don’t worry, I can multitask for us both.
” I laugh then groan as he sucks me again.
I can’t think through the soft suction. Pleasure and heat.
I want to touch him, but fuck me, he looks so good down there.
He takes me down as far as he can, his nose buried against my balls, before he chokes and pulls back.
“Fuck.” He grabs my ass. “I want to taste you everywhere but I’m too impatient and greedy to make you move. Next time.”
Next time? I’m too careful to trust it, but I want to know if this is real or if this is just Ian trying to move on. I know what he said, but lust can make people say crazy shit. He rolls his hips impatiently before he pushes me onto my back. “What—” I look down at him lying on his side.
“Just lie down. Relax.” He grins then grabs my dick, jerking me before he laves his tongue across my sac. My arm comes up to rest on his back, and my fingers reach into his hair, feeling the way his head bobs on my dick.
My thighs spread wider and I roll my hips gently up into his mouth.
“I’m—holy fuck.” My hand rubs slow circles along his spine as he sucks and loves on my body, and I watch the way I fill his pretty red lips.
Soft moans vibrate through me as he sucks my crown, dipping his tongue into my slit and making me hiss.
It’s sloppy and wet. Rough suction that makes my balls pull tight.
He jerks me, kissing my head, my shaft, and down to my balls again before trying to bury his tongue between my cheeks, his greedy tongue trying to taste as much real estate as he can.
My back arches when he dives back onto me, sucking me with intention. My climax crawls up my spine. “Ian. Fuck, I’m gonna nut. Fuck, I’m—” I roll my hips and my arm comes over my mouth, muffling my moans. He sucks me harder.
“Yes. Yes I’m—holy shit, Ian. I’m gonna come, I can’t—” I come, fisting his hair and the sheets beside me. “Fuck.”
He drinks me down, moaning as my release hits his tongue. When he’s sucked me dry, he lets me slip from his lips before turning to me and crawling up my body. I wrap myself around him. My arms. One of my thighs over his hip and ass. “Aren’t you clingy.”
“Shh, good feelings only,” I laugh.
“Damn, you’re fucking adorable.” His lips land on my forehead.
“I can successfully sixty-nine. I just want you to know. That wasn’t my best work.”
He laughs harder. “You’ll have to prove me wrong.
Though I’m not mad about the outcome.” His thumb wipes the corner of his lips then he sucks it into his mouth.
“Fuck you taste good.” Then he gets up, straddling my hips and rubbing his erection against my sensitive cock.
I hug him close to me as he ruts against my stomach.
“Fuck, Jules,” he groans, his face against my neck. “I think I can come like this.” With his chest against mine, his hips grind against me, his cock trapped between us. My fingers trail down his spine.
“Yeah?”
He nods.
“What if I—” My fingers slip between his crease. “Touch you here?”
“Fuck,” he grunts, pushing his hips back seeking more of my fingers.
“Yeah, like that?”
He ruts faster as I play with his hole. Slow circles around his rim.
“That’s it.” His moans make me shiver. Unashamed and needy, he’s grinding faster and rutting against my belly.
I feel warmth pool between us with his deep groan.
“Fuck.” He presses a kiss to my neck before flopping down next to me cocooned inside my arm.
I roll to my side and grab him to me, holding him close. “Clingy,” he says.
I smile against his hair. “Very needy and touchy.”
His arm wraps around me, his fingers smoothing over my ass then squeezing it in his hand. “I like it.”
“Really?”
He nods.
I just hold him here, and I don’t want to get up to clean up. I just want to lie here with him. I want every day just like this. “Hey, Ian?”
“Huh?”
I press a kiss into his hair. “Today wasn’t terrible.”
He sighs then laughs. “Today was far from terrible.”