“You miss my voice? My touch?” It feels like we’re already having sex. This back and forth, this push and pull, feels like I’m already under him—or above.
I shove my knee between his legs and press against his hardening dick as he nods. That’s it; he wants me. I canfeelhow much he wants this. Julianalwayscomes back to me.
“Mhm,” I hum, eating up his every twitch, his every reaction. “You react so nicely, Julie. You’ve always been such a good boy for me. That’s why it pisses me off so badly when you fuck around on me.”
It slips out—this confession. And I know it’ll piss him off before he flips me, slamming me into the door and pressing his warm forearm into my throat, the same way my palm is pressed to his.
Oops. I’m grinning.
“I’m notfucking aroundon you because I’m not your boyfriend,” he sneers. “I’m so fucking tired of hearing that, Landon.”
He sounds so angry, so turned on, that I can’t seem to mind my manners as I buck my hips into his, saying, “It makes no difference to me, baby. Call yourself whatever you want. Boyfriend, best friend—fuck, I’ll call you Daddy if that’ll get you hard. As long as you’re not putting your cock in someone else, I don’t carewhatlabel we use.”
Julian keeps adding pressure to my throat, building my own desire. A fun secret about me? Iloveit rough.
“I’ll fuck whoever I please, whenever I please. Whether that’s Cassie, you, or all of the Port Orford population.” He’s seething, panting against me. Just how I want him.
I snake my hand around his hip, gripping his ass so tight it pulls a low, rough sound from Julian’s throat that sends mesoaring.
“God, I missed the way you sound,” I praise. “Do it again.”
I slide my hand into the back of his jeans, eating up every soft mewl, every groan, every puff of his chest as I rub my finger over his tight hole.
No one has fucked Julian in a long time; this I can tell.
And as the countdown starts, I continue to tease it, breathing in the delicious smell of him and the anger still simmering in his eyes. Then, as the countdown ends and the new year is announced, I take his lips with mine.
It’s a bruising, punishing kiss. One in which I show him exactly how it feels to be me, watching his hands on someone else. How much I’ve missed him.
As my tongue slips into his mouth, feeling him open up to me so willingly as if I’m his next breath of clean air, I groan. I eat him alive. I tear him to fuckingshredswith my hands, my lips, my tongue.
Julian is rubbing his dick against mine, then pushing back beautifully on my teasing finger—basically begging for me to take him.
“Lan,” he moans, flinching as my teeth nibble at his ear.
I love being this close to him. It feeds something obsessive and possessive inside of me.
“Mhm,” I hum once more, “I hear you, Julie. You want me?”
“Yes.” He nods frantically.
Fuck yes.Of course he does. I was the first person Julie ever touched. The first person he fucked or got fucked by. I am number one, and I have come to claim my prize.
“You want me to fuck you?” I tease. “Just like the old days? Or do you want to fuck me? Should we fight about who gets to top like we did in high school?”
“I don’tcarewho tops,” he growls, “just do something!”
A small chuckle leaves me as I nose his throat, feeling that warm desire build up inside me impossibly further with each word, each buck of his hips.
“Okay, I’ll make you come. But first—” I grab his chin, forcing those big brown eyes to focus onme.“Tell me you aren’t going to fuck that girl.”
I want to hear it. Ineedto hear it.
“Huh?” Julian mutters, his eyes falling from mine to stare longingly at my lips.
“Say it, Julian,” I demand. “Tell me you won’t fuck her.”
Say that you love me.
