If Julian doesn’t like me as I like him, and this is all pleasure and self-preservation for him, does that make me the bad guy for taking this from him while I clearly feel more? Will I end up back in the chapel, on my knees, begging for forgiveness after this?
The head of Julian’s cock keeps dragging over my prostate, making it difficult to assess the mortality of my actions.
“I need you to come, little bunny. My sweet boy. Come for me so I can fill you up.” As his sentence ends, his hand wraps around my hard shaft, pumping it roughly and in time with each thrust.
The arm wrapped around my chest is pressing into my nipples, and his lips keep brushing my ear.
“More; I needmore,”I cry.
Julian slams into me even harder, his body locking up with effort. “Give it to me. Milk my cock.”
At that demand, with his hand still gripping me tightly and his length buried deep inside, I climax.
My come shoots out onto the duvet, coating his hand. I’m moaning so loudly that I can no longer hear the slapping of skin, but with his lips pressed to my ear, I hear his responding groan as it rattles deep within his chest.
“Yes,baby,” he praises. “Perfect. So fucking perfect, I—fuck!”
Hot, thick warmth begins to flood inside of me, and my entire body goes slack at the feeling. The intensity of it, the way it robs me of thought and breath, is overwhelming. I can feel him everywhere, and now he’s giving me a piece of himself—buried so deeply inside my core.
It issomuch better than the incubus—than the cool, damp feeling I get from it.
“Julian,” I mewl. “It’s hot inside. I-It’s so hot!”
Another spurt of come shoots from the tip of my cock, and Julian growls from where he’s slowly thrusting into me, drilling his own release further and further into me.
“Does it feel good? Do you feel warm and full, Atlas?” he asks, kissing the side of my face as he grinds into me softly.
“I didn’t think… I didn’t think it’d feel likethis,” I tell him honestly.
“Like what?” His movements still, but he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t let me move from his grasp.
“Like claiming,” I whimper.
Julian does not move a muscle, does not speak. I don’t even feel his breath anymore. I can feel his arousal leaking out from in between his shaft and my entrance, sliding obscenely down my thighs.
“Juli—”
“If you keep talking, I’ll get hard again. I’m dead serious.Fuck,Atlas. Claiming? Really?” His voice sounds strained.
“I’m sorry,” I offer quietly.
“When you say that, it makes me want to fuck you even harder—to come deeper inside. Do you understand?”
A startled sound leaves me, and I realize he’s not angry; he’s horny.
“You can,” I tell him, “come deeper inside. If you want.”
“Fuck!”
Julian pulls out, ignoring my cry as he rolls me onto my back, shoves my thighs up, and leans down—pushing his tongue back into my hole.
He grunts loudly, his eyes rolling back as he begins to suck his own come out from inside of me.
I’m panting again, gripping his hair like I’ll die without the hold. It feels so good that it borders on pain, but the way he’s basically whining into me, grinding himself against the bed, I don’t have the heart to pull him off.
Only when I’m certain that I’ve been licked clean does Julian pull away, breathing harshly as he glares down at me.
“You’re dangerous,” he complains, wiping spit from his chin. “I already want to fuck you again.”
