He pulled off so suddenly, I yelped. “No! What? No.”
He ignored me completely and shoved my legs back from under the knees until it was my ass in front of his face instead of my dick. I didn’t have time to stress about what he had in mind before his warm tongue was on my hole.
“N-no my god. N-n-n… nghhh.” I tightened my grip on his hair and reached out to take one of my knees so he could focus all his attention on whatever the fuck that amazing stuff was.
He was licking my asshole. He was rimming me. I was being rimmed. No fucking wonder this was a thing.
I let out a high-pitched sound of need and desperation. “Jules,” I whimpered.
“Stay still.”
I shuddered. I wanted to beg him to boss me around again just so I could hear that deep, commanding tone in his voice. “Yes, sir,” I teased in a breathless laugh.
He looked up at me with an intensity I’d never seen before. “I mean it, Parks.”
Oh. Ohhh. Oh god. I reached out and grabbed the base of my dick, squeezing hard to keep from coming. I didn’t want this to be over yet, but he was turning me on with every touch, lick, bite, and command.
“Jules,” I breathed again.
His tongue continued to press against the tender skin around my hole until I felt the slide of a fingertip join it. My heart ramped up in anticipation, and my entire body tensed.
“Easy,” he said. “I’ll go slow. Just relax.”
He moved over to get something out of a nearby drawer, and when he returned his finger to my hole, I realized he’d been grabbing lube. The slick felt better than the spit, and his fingertip entered me easily.
I squeezed around him instinctively and felt my face ignite. “Sorry,” I blurted.
“Shh. It’s okay. Just relax and see how it feels. Let me know if you need me to stop.”
If he stopped, I would have to strangle him. Instead of worrying about it, though, I tried to relax. I thought about how much I trusted him and how he’d never let me down. I remembered how he’d been there for me from the beginning and had always meant comfort and home to me.
I was all a warm puddle of affectionate and highly turned-on goo until he hit my gland and juiced the goo into straight-up high voltage. “Mother fuck!”
His fingertip pulled across the spot again. And again.
“Jules,” I gasped. I’d tried finding my spot before, but it wasn’t the same doing it to yourself.
“Hold your legs,” he said, moving over to the drawer again and fumbling through it. I kept my knees pulled back, unable to think about anything he was saying, really. I just knew I needed more of him inside me pressing on that spot.
He returned with a foil package and met my eyes. “Can I try?”
He looked flushed and turned on, hopeful and scared at the same time. I nodded and enjoyed in the relief that crossed his face.
Jules leaned in to kiss me on the lips. “I love you. I want to make you feel good.”
I nodded and felt like crying with happiness. “I know,” I croaked. Because I did. I knew I was the most important person in Jules’s world, and he’d rather throw himself in front of a train than let a hair on my head get hurt.
It was one of the reasons I loved him so much.
He rolled on the condom and slicked himself up with lube before pushing some more of it inside me and stretching my hole with his fingers. We both knew his cock was huge, and this was probably not going to work the first time, but I still wanted to try.
The blunt head of his dick pushed against me, and I breathed out slowly. The muscles of his abs tightened, and I couldn’t look away. Dark hair trailed down his belly to his dick. The hand holding his shaft was strong and veiny. His other hand held one of my legs before moving to rest on my stomach. I let go of one of my knees to grab his hand and pull it up to my mouth to press it against my lip.
Julian’s eyes flicked to mine. “You okay, babe?”
His dick was stretching me open, barely moving but still there, getting me used to the intrusion. I nodded and continued to breathe.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly. “You have no idea…”
He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he squeezed his eyes closed and groaned in a debauched way that brought my flagging dick back to life.
I felt like the outside world had ceased to exist. It was just the other half of me in here, experimenting to see what felt good, what we liked and didn’t like.
Together.
I felt my muscles release, and Jules moved forward a little, pushing his fat cock farther in until I felt the burn again. I squeezed his hand. “Stop, Jesus. Why is your dick that big? Fuck.”
The crease between his eyebrows got deeper, and he began to pull out. I grabbed him. “Stop. Just… just be still.”
Jules watched me with a mix of concern and affection that made me want to fall at his feet and thank him for loving me so hard. Instead, I swallowed and told him to try again.
He added more lube and went slowly until the burn turned into less painful pressure. I felt full, so fucking full. It was different and strange, but when I imagined Julian’s dick inside of my body, my skin flushed with heat and desire.
This was the most intimate moment I’d ever had with another person, and it made complete sense it was happening with Julian.
“More,” I said.
“I decide when you get more,” he said roughly, but the edge of his lip turned up, and the crease between his brows eased. He didn’t fool me for one minute. I loved the bossy Jules in bed, but deep down, this man would do whatever I needed or wanted.
“More,” I said again, teasing him.
He leaned in closer and nipped my earlobe. “I’m in charge here. Got it?”
I turned my face to press my lips against his stubbled cheek. His dick made me almost unable to speak, but I also wanted to tease the hell out of him and tell him how grateful I was to be under him in this bed right now.
“Prove it,” I said softly against the damp heat of his skin.
The sound that came out of his chest lit me up, and the look on his face when he pulled back was unexpected. Instead of turning into some kind of dungeon Dom, he grinned at me. “Fuck you. Let me have this. Stop trying to be in charge.”
I reached out and tweaked his nipple. “Show me what you got, big boy.”
He grabbed my wrist and leaned down again to hold it above my head, taking the opportunity to kiss me hard on the lips. I felt the moment he pushed in deeper. I sucked in a breath and let out a groan as his dick brushed against my gland.
“Oh,” I squeaked in a decidedly unmanly way. “Ohhh.” At least the second exclamation came out deeper, but I truly didn’t care. Whatever the fuck was happening down there was everything. None of the rest mattered. “Fuck me,” I urged.
Jules began to pull out and thrust forward again, brushing perfectly across the supersensitive spot that made my skin prickle and my balls tighten. Watching his face flush and his skin dampen with sweat and knowing I was the one who’d turned him on this much, I was the one he was trying so hard to control himself for… it made me want to shout in triumph.
Tendons corded on his neck, his jaw tightened, and that errant curl over his ear stuck hot and wet to the side of his face. I pulled my hand out of his grip and put it around his throat, feeling for his pulse with my thumb. It thrummed strong and steady under my touch.