26. Chapter 25 #2
Having her so near him felt good, even if she was feeling off.
He liked her happiest best, of course, but he’d take Julia any way he could get her.
Ever since their hiking date, he’d been curbing how often he told her he loved her, but the temptation was hard to resist that night.
He didn’t want her to feel obligated to say it back or make her uncomfortable for not saying it, so he’d been swallowing the words as much as he could.
He was pretty sure he still said them while they had sex, but he always lost it so completely it was difficult to remember.
They usually had sex whenever he stayed over, which had been more often than he’d slept at Charles’s house ever since they’d made things official. He was being greedy about their time together, but she didn’t seem to mind and initiated being together as often as he did.
Not that he expected them to have sex that night, not with her feeling off.
When she shifted, nuzzling the crotch of his jeans, he jumped, nearly tumbling her off the couch.
His hands clutched at her to keep her from falling, and she brushed her nose along the line of his dick, which was already waking up.
He should have expected it. Even though his thoughts were more on comforting her than sex, his dick was driven by touch. He hadn’t felt shame much at all recently, but it curled in his stomach when her mouth found the tip of him through his jeans, mouthing it and making him grow harder.
“Jules?” His voice sounded like a desperate gasp already.
She hummed in her throat as her saliva wet the front of his jeans.
“What are you doing?” The question was ridiculous, but his head spun from the way she caressed him.
“Sometimes fucking helps.” Her hand joined her mouth, stroking along the line of his bulge and making his eyes roll back. “Do you want to be my fuck doll tonight? To let me do what I want to you?”
His hips tried to kick up even as his brain seemed to have taken a hike. “W-What?” he stammered out.
She froze, leaving his now throbbing erection alone to push up to her knees to study him. “Shit, I’m sorry. That probably freaked you out.” Her hand rested on his button-down shirt, stroking his chest. “I’ll stop. I shouldn’t be trying to use you to make myself feel better.”
The stress lines were back on her face. His thumb tried to stroke them away. “Sex helps?”
She shrugged. “Sometimes. Endorphins and all that. It’s not the healthiest coping mechanism, but it works.
” Her lips twisted in a self-deprecating smirk.
“I used to fuck whoever was easiest to pick up at the bar on these types of nights. That’s how I ended up with that professor.
I wasn’t even seeing him that night.” She shook her head. “I guess I really am a bit of a slut.”
“Don’t say that. You’re not.”
Her eyes fell to her knees. “I shouldn’t be trying to use you, though, Jinx. Not you. So you’d better go.”
The swirling in his stomach steadied, and his other hand came up to cradle her face between his hands, keeping her there when she would have scrambled away.
“I love you. This side of you, the protective best friend side, the hard worker who tries to get everything right. I love every part of you, Julia, and of course I want to have sex with you.” The words soothed away the last of his shame, and he smiled when her eyes rose to meet his.
“I was the one worried about taking advantage of you while you were feeling like this. If you want me to be your fuck doll, I’m on board.
” The ache in his dick suddenly felt like a blessing.
“But don’t be surprised if I become a babbling mess like usual. ”
She smiled, though there was something wicked in the tilt of her lips. “You promise?” Her hand tightened on his shirt to pull him up with her when she rose from the couch. “Let’s get closer to the condoms.”
He followed her to the bedroom, obeying her order to strip. He still wasn’t sexy at it, but he enjoyed the way she looked at his body, like she craved him. The thought made him breathless. He tried to leave his boxers on, but she made an unhappy noise in her throat, pointing at them.
“All the way,” she ordered. That was what it was, an order, and he was helpless not to follow it, dragging them down until they were around his feet and he could kick them away.
“Mmm,” she hummed in her throat. “Now get on the bed.”
He settled on his back like she encouraged, watching her take out a condom and the lube. She tossed them on the bed to free her hands to remove her own clothes. His mind spun at how quickly they’d both gotten naked.
Julia was gorgeous. Her breasts were soft curves, with her nipples already pinched and erect. She wasn’t shy about her body at all, not hiding anything from him as her legs parted while she crawled on the bed toward him.
Her tongue drew across her bottom lip, making him want it on his body, and his breath grew ragged. She no longer looked hollow-eyed, not while she was staring at his dick.
“Always so pretty,” she murmured. “Touch it for me. Stroke it until you’re desperate to come inside me.”
Jesse hesitated. He used to masturbate as a teenager all the time, up until the point when he no longer trusted his body. He was with Julia, though, and she was looking at him like he was the world. Shyness dragged at him, but it wasn’t shame.
Julia lifted his hand from where it rested on the blanket, kissing his palm. Then she moved it between his legs, helping him curve his fingers until he gripped his own dick. When he lightly stroked up to the tip at her urging, tingles shot everywhere and he grew harder.
“That’s it,” she murmured, her hands moving to his knees, encouraging them to lift and spread apart. His dick looked bigger bracketed like that, and the need that curled inside him grew more urgent.
His hand moved faster. Julia was so close, and she was staring right at his dick like she wanted to consume it, her pupils blown wide, making the emerald color darker than he was used to.
He pumped his own dick, feeling nothing but a sharp pleasure as his head fell back against the bed and he stared at the woman he trusted with all his heart.
“Fuck, I want you inside me. This is my dick, isn’t it? I get to have it as much as I want?”
“Yes,” he gasped, a bead of precum shining on his tip. His hand paused as he stared at it, his body shaking at how turned on he’d gotten just from his own hand.
“Damn, I want to lick that up. Good job. Take this and wrap yourself up for me.” One of her hands held out the condom.
His hand shook as he took it, unwrapping the condom and groaning as his own hand gripped his dick to cover the damp tip, trapping that dampness inside. He was so hard, and the condom felt tight around him. He breathed through the ache as Julia continued to grip his legs.
“I want control of your body. Will you let me have that?” she asked, searching his eyes.
Jesse was too tongue-tied for words. He nodded instead, surprised when her hands pushed his legs back toward his chest. They were still parted, his dick poking out between them as she folded him up like a pretzel. His pulse pounded in his head when he became immobilized.
“This still okay?” she asked, her legs widening to straddle him, his dick pointed at her hovering entrance.
His shins pressed on either side of her hips as she practically sat on the back of his thighs.
His mind tried to wrap around it as she rubbed her pussy against his covered dick, emptying his thoughts again.
“Please,” he begged, wanting her heat all around him.
“I need the words first,” she said, her tone stern as she gripped his knees tighter. “I’m going to be in control of how deep and how hard I take you, and you won’t get to do anything but lie there and take it. Does that idea freak you out?”
“N-No,” he gasped, wishing he could push his dick closer to her, but also enthralled because she had all the power.
“No bad thoughts?” she whispered, her expression serious as her finger stroked his knee.
“I trust you.” That was the truth. Sex was all about being with Julia. He wanted her, more than he could say with words.
She found the bottle of lube, making her hand slick. “Look how hard you got,” she praised as she squeezed his dick, spreading the lube over the condom with a tight grip. He panted through the intensifying ache, trying not to come before he even got inside her.
She held him at the perfect angle and lowered herself. Her legs were spread wide, opening her up, the slick condom making his slide inside even more smooth.
“Oh God,” he whimpered as she seated herself on his dick, kneeling with her legs on either side of him. Her hands slid over the undersides of his thighs, the slickness of the leftover lube sending a new sensation through his body.
“That’s it,” she said, her hands tightening, holding his legs down as she lifted and lowered on his dick. “Feel how good my pussy is, taking you like this?”
He moaned as she moved slow and steady, sliding up and down his length.
“My pussy is wide open like this. It makes it so easy for you to slide right inside, doesn’t it?”
Her voice seemed to weave around his dick, ratcheting up his need. He gasped as his legs shook. “J-Julia.”
“Shhh, it’s okay. I know it feels good, but try not to come yet.
Don’t worry, I won’t squeeze around you too tight.
” Her thighs straightened again, lifting her almost completely off his dick, lessening the threat of him coming as she hovered there.
“Steady,” she said, her eyes capturing his. “Take a deep breath. Good. Another.”
The shaking receded as his breathing deepened.
“That’s my good boy,” she whispered before lowering quickly, taking him inside of her again.
Her words and the sensation shot through him, making his head arch back.
“You’re so sexy. I love that line of your throat. I want to suck it until I leave a mark there, but I can’t reach it in this position.”
She was moving on him steadily, not taking him deep but sliding on him quickly. His desire for her curled at the base of his spine, and it wasn’t long before his legs began to shake again.
Julia stopped with only his tip inside. Her pussy seemed to tighten on it, and he cried out, his mind consumed with how close he was to coming, but then the pressure eased.
She hovered there until the urgency decreased again, his breathing whooshing out of him as he tried to deepen his breaths like she urged.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet to let me take you like this,” she murmured.
“More.” He licked his dry lips as he stared up at her. “Please.”
“You’re almost ready to keep going. I think you need a distraction.” Her hands left his legs to find his, dragging them up her torso to her breasts. “Play with my nipples. Try to make me come just by how well you play with them.”
His fingers were already tightening into the hard pinch that she liked. Staring at them, getting to touch her and make her breathing change, distracted him as her hips moved again.
She lowered, taking him inside of her, and then rose, faster this time.
Each time she took him inside, she didn’t lower all the way.
He wasn’t as deep as he’d been before during sex, but the friction of her constant slide was building his orgasm anyway, especially each time she tightened around him.
She didn’t slow down when he shook this time. “I’m not going to stop even if you come,” she warned. “I’m going to fuck you until cum leaks all over you and down your ass. I’m going to make a mess of you, but don’t worry, it won’t touch me.”
He couldn’t think. All he could do was focus on the building ache in his balls as she continued to take him just as she wanted. His fingers closed hard on her nipples as lightning shot down his spine and he cried out at the first burst of cum filling the condom.
“Yes!” she hissed in a shout, her head falling back as one of her hands moved between her thighs.
Jesse’s mind blanked as her pussy contracted around him, drawing out more of his cum. She continued to move, making everything more intense, and his mind faded away.
His body was limp and sticky when he blinked his eyes open, and he really did feel cum sliding down between his butt cheeks.
Julia was kneeling over him still, her expression smug as she stared down with those dark, sexy eyes. He smiled back up at her, not yet able to piece together his leaked-out thoughts.
A chuckle slipped from her lips. “I made a delicious mess of you.” She rose until their bodies separated, his still covered dick slipping free as she stood on the mattress before hopping down.
She turned, lowering her mouth to kiss him with a sweet press of lips that only made the thumping of his heart worse.
“Take your time. Once you get your breath back, I’ll let you change the sheets.” There was a saunter to her hips as she crossed to the bathroom, one that he couldn’t help but appreciate.
It was blissful to be thought free, and he let himself relax into that state until his breath slowed.
When his legs worked, he couldn’t help but blush at the evidence of what they’d done, not surprised at all when Julia returned to help him strip the bed, though she let him carry the sheets to the washer like he wanted.
His legs were still numb when he returned, and she shooed him toward the shower.
He paused in the doorway, and his throat tightened.
Her smile looked so peaceful as she hummed to herself while remaking the bed.