48. Jules
FORTY-EIGHT
JULES
There’s something about Vegas that gives me the absolute ick and yet I keep coming back. I’m not a frequent visitor and the last time I was here was a year ago. Coincidentally, it was also when Lavinia and Roman got drunk and married.
The team has a game against Vegas tomorrow night and while I don’t want to be a clingy girlfriend who follows my boyfriend everywhere, I’m sadly a clingy girlfriend who did follow my boyfriend to Vegas.
It’s not my fault, okay? Apparently, being in love means I want to be around him all the time and he’s never around. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.
It also gives me the opportunity to leave cold, snowy Boston and the crush of holiday shoppers any time I go outside. We’re only two weeks away from Christmas.
I’ve just locked the door to my hotel room when my phone buzzes with a text.
Drew
Sending you dessert. Don’t panic when room service knocks on your door.
Jules
Are you worried I’m going to leave you if you don’t please me?
Drew
Beasty, you seem to be under the impression that I’m going to let you go easily. You’re mine now.
Jules
Am I?
Drew
Are you rage baiting me?
Jules
AM I?
Giggling to myself, I drop the phone on the couch and slip out of my clothes, pulling on the bathrobe.
It’s so luxurious I never want to take it off.
My phone chimes from the couch and I reach for it, thinking it’s Drew again, but it’s just an email notification from my parents lawyer which I ignore.
I put my phone down just as there’s a knock on my door. I look through the peephole, expecting to see room service. Instead, I see my very own boyfriend.
Grinning, I open the door, leaning against the frame, in what I hope is an enticing manner. Drew has a room service cart, so I’m assuming he just told the hotel staff to disappear.
“I didn’t know the hotel also offered stud service,” I say, giving him an exaggerated wink. “All I ordered was dessert.”
Drew shakes his head, sighing deeply. “Can I come in?”
“If you think you can satisfy my needs,” I reply, opening the door wider. “You see, I was all set for the evening with my vibrator and a good smutty book. As a woman with many needs, so few men have satisfied it.”
Drew pushes the cart into the room and steps inside. I close the door and turn around, taking a startled step back when I see him standing right behind me.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he yanks me closer and I let out a gasp at the sudden display of strength.
The movement pulls at my loosely tied robe and my shoulder bares as the robe slides down.
Drew leans in, his mouth open as he bites and sucks the skin above my collar bone.
My head tilts back, eyes closing at the feel of his hot mouth on my body.
“I saw you downstairs and knew I needed to have you,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ve never seen someone so ethereal and iridescent. For a second I thought you weren’t real.”
He pulls back to look at me, cupping my cheek, his thumb pulling at my bottom lip slightly.
His eyes are pools of desire as they meet mine.
“I’ll satisfy all your needs until you’re a moaning, exhausted mess.
I can guarantee nothing and no one will be able to compare once I’m done with you. But what do I get in return?”
“What do you want?” I whisper.
His eyes drop down as his hand lowers to my neck and then below, gently parting my robe to reveal my bright pink lace bra. His thumb rolls over my pebbled nipple and I release a choked moan.
“I want what I was promised,” he says.
I let my robe slip off and it pools on the floor around my feet. Taking a few steps back, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, sliding it off. I sigh as my breasts are released from their confinement. Drew watches them with hungry eyes.
Reaching up, I cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
“Is this what you want?” I murmur. “Do you want to fuck them?”
“More than anything.”
I walk back until my legs hit the edge of the mattress and sit down. Drew drops down onto his knees in front of me. He looks at me with those gorgeous green eyes like I’m the only woman in the world.
“You’re so stunningly beautiful, Juliet,” he says, his words causing me to blush. “I don’t just mean your body, although it stars in my dirtiest, wildest fantasies. I mean all of you is stunningly beautiful. The spark in your eyes, the way your mouth curves up higher on one side when you smile.”
His fingers trail along my knee, “this scar,” then higher up along the outside my thigh, “these freckles,” higher up my body, “the curve of your stomach,” higher still, “this beauty mark on your chest. Everything about you is perfect and I’m not sure how I got so lucky that I get to look at you, touch you, feel your body against mine. ”
I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do when Drew looks at me. I know my beauty doesn’t depend on what a man thinks, but he’s my man. I’m giving myself the permission to feel beautiful in his gaze.
Spreading my legs, I dip down and press a kiss on his lips. “You say such sweet things right before you do some very filthy things to me.”
Throwing his head back, he laughs and I’m mesmerized by the column of his throat. Leaning in, I suck on the skin under his jaw until it blooms pink.
He cups my cheek and I nuzzle into his hand like a cat.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he says.
I scoff a laugh. “Obviously.”
“Jules,” he says my name in a soft admonishment.
I sober immediately because I can see this is important to him. “I promise, I’ll be very vocal if I don’t enjoy something.”
I know I’m always safe with him. My brain and heart have both decided that Drew is a safe space we want to rest forever and no one else will even come close.
It fills my heart with so much pressure that wants to release in me shouting from the rooftops that this man cares deeply about my safety.
I’ve never had that before in a relationship, not since the assault.
I feel like allowing myself to trust him is the best gift I can give myself.
“Off please,” I murmur, tugging on his t-shirt.
Standing up, he pulls it over his head, revealing the large expanse of his torso. I put my hands on him, admiring the solidity of his body. Despite being an athlete, his body is not all muscles, though there’s definitely a lot of those, most I can’t even name.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his joggers, I pull them down and Drew kicks them off until he’s standing before me, naked and hard.
“Is this because of me?” My tone is coquettish as I wrap my hand around the hard length of his cock and stroke it.
“Since the moment I saw you,” Drew says. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth. Get it wet so I can fuck those tits I haven’t stopped thinking about.”
Looking up at him through my lashes, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the head of his cock.
“Fuuuuck,” Drew groans quietly. “I can never decide if I love your mouth or your cunt more.”
He’s thick and hard and I circle my tongue over the head before taking more of him into my mouth. There’s too much of him and it feels like he hits the back of my throat almost too soon.
Drew places his hand on the back of my head in an almost loving gesture. “Go slow, but make sure you swallow all of it.”
Is it weird that I like it when he gets a little bossy? I pull back, swallowing and catching my breath. There’s no way I’m going to be able to take all of him into my mouth, not without a lot of practice. I resort to licking his cock like a lollipop from root to tip.
“That mouth of yours will always drive me crazy,” Drew says, groaning as I lick the precum beading on the head of his cock. “Whether you’re being a brat with it or using it to make me wild.”
I tug him closer until his cock presses against my chest. I peer up at him. “What do you want?”
Drew doesn’t hesitate before placing his big hands on my breasts and squeezing them together around his cock. I place my hands over his and they’re so much smaller in comparison. Not tiny, just small, almost delicate.
“So fucking soft,” Drew murmurs. “Softer than I imagined.”
He begins to thrust slowly at first, shifting up. It’s a slow drag and pull against my flesh, though I don’t think he’s squeezing hard enough to create any kind of friction.
“You can press harder,” I say.
“I don’t want to leave marks.”
My heart overflows with love even as my body floods with lust. The kind, respectful, absolute consent king that he is, it just makes me want to throw my body at him and let him have his way with me.
I toss my head back, staring up at him. His eyes are trained on my breasts pressed around his cock, mouth slightly parted, neck straining. I can see the patience it’s taking from him not to thrust harder. I know he’ll never press harder, even though he’d once marked the insides of my thighs.
I love that he's so careful with me, and at the same time, I don’t want him to be. I don’t want the ghost of my trauma between us.
“Not even if I want you to?” I ask. “What if I tell you that I want to wake up tomorrow morning and see the marks of your fingers on my skin? What if I tell you that the idea of going about day feeling the ghost of your hands on my body makes me wetter than I’ve ever been before?
I want to know that every inch of my body is yours because I’m giving it to you. ”
Drew’s face twists with something akin to pain. “Juliet,” he groans.
“I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do,” I say. “But if you’re worried about me, then I want you to know I’m yours. In every possible way.”
“Is that really what you want?” Drew asks, as if he needs to be sure. “You want me to use you like you’re my little slut?”
His eyes burn into mine and I see the glimpse of possessive desire in them. If I let him, he’s going to consume me. If the state of my panties is anything to go by, I want that more than anything.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He makes a low sound in the back of his throat, his hands squeezing hard, fingers pressing into my soft flesh.