“W-wait!” I gasp.
But Julian doesn’t wait. Without ever letting go of me, he falls to his stomach and buries his face between my legs. Or, rather, between my cheeks.
The hot, burning sensation of his tongue licking a flat strip over my entrance suffocates me. My eyes shoot open wide, staring down the length of my body to where I can only see the crown of his head—the thick black hair as it brushes my thighs.
He licks and licks andlicks, and just when I think I’ll grow used to it, he begins to push his tongueinsideof me, groaning against my skin once more.
“W-what thefuck?” I cry, my back arching just as it did before, and my hand snaps forward to grip the dark strands of his hair that I can see.
His tongue pushes in further before retreating and repeating the motion.
He’s… Julian isfuckingme with his tongue.
Oh, god, I didn’t even know this was a thing! I’m burning up, feeling an overwhelming desire to come when he hasn’t even touched any hot points yet. My cock lies untouched, my prostate too deep inside of me for his tongue to reach, and yet… I think I might come from this.
“J-Julie, please. I… I’m gonna—ugh.” I cry out, feeling the loss of him so suddenly that I almost regret speaking.
But I also would hate for this to end so suddenly, and the look he’s giving me now—the one that says he’s about todestroyme—tells me his pulling away was the right call.
“You taste just as sweet as you look, Atty,” he purrs, dropping his head to lick over the head of my cock.
I twitch beneath him, biting my lip to keep the sounds at bay.
“More,” I croak, feeling his hands rub over my hips, my waist, my thighs, where my legs now rest back against the duvet.
“Do you have any lotion or lube?” he asks.
Of course I do. With the amount of time I’ve spent trying to relieve that heat on my own, I’d be in bad shape without it.
I point a shaky finger in the direction of the dresser across the room.
“Top shelf,” I instruct.
It only takes Julian a moment to grab the bottle before he’s standing at the edge of the bed again, pulling his shirt off. Miles of defined, thick muscle greet me, warm and inviting. I want to touch him; I want to lick him all over.
The little trail of dark hair disappearing into his sweatpants is making my mouth water. It’s like a teaser, a foreshadow to what is to come. But I don’t wait long.
Julian bends and pulls his sweats and briefs down in one go, revealing himself to me. I think I’ve stopped breathing.
Sure, Julian is not the size I picture in my head when I think of the incubus, and definitely notridged, but it would be weird if he were either of those things. Because Julian is a human.
Yet, even for a human, though I don’t have much for comparison, I’m pretty sure he’s massive. Long and thick andpulsing right in front of me, I consider the fact that he might fill me up to the point of nausea anyway.
“You’re drooling,” Julian suddenly says, and my eyes snap up to meet his. He’s smirking, as if heknowshis body is built like a god.
“You’re beautiful,” I respond. There’s no point in hiding my thoughts; he can probably read them all over my face.
Julian’s expression softens for a brief moment, as if he’s surprised and borderline embarrassed by my praise. But it disappears as quickly as it appears, replaced with another grin as he picks up the bottle of lube from where he set it on the bed and crawls between my legs.
“Such a sweet boy,” he says, popping open the cap and drizzling some of the liquid onto his fingertips. “I think you deserve to feel so good.”
Julian seems to know exactly what he’s doing—as if he’s done it a million times before. He rubs the lube between his fingertips for a moment before pressing my legs open again with his clean hand, licking his lips as he stares down at me.
“What do you think, Atlas?” he asks, right as he begins massaging my entrance with one of his wet fingers.
I gasp against the sensation, at the gentle prodding that’s abusing my already played with hole.
“Hm?” he presses. “Do you think you deserve to feel good?”
