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Even though it was really fucking hard. As hard as his dick was. And right now, his dick felt like a steel bar. An aching steel bar.

“Fuck!” He practically bellowed the word as her mouth covered his tip again, but this time, instead of immediately moving away, her lips slid down the length, taking him deeper into the wet warmth. It took all of his willpower not to start begging her to just finish him then and there.

Julie

Pulling her head back up, Julie smiled as she lapped the last of the cream from Connor’s cock. Giving head wasn’t her favorite thing in the world, but she did love the way it brought a man to his knees—metaphorically, since Connor was currently tied in a position that wouldn’t allow him to get on his knees.

She’d already taken the time to take off her clothes, so now she climbed up on Connor’s lap. The impulse to impale herself on his cock was there, but she wanted to tease him a bit more. Since his mouth was already hanging open as he waited, it was very easy to pull his head forward so she could place her nipple between his lips.

Immediately, he realized what she was doing, and he sucked… Hard. Julie moaned as the sensation shot straight through her, making her insides clench. The tiny bud throbbed between his lips as his teeth scraped delicately over it, the pull of suction coming in pulses.

Closing her eyes, Julie squirmed on his lap, bringing the head of his cock around to rub against her labia, teasing both of them. When he moaned, releasing her nipple, she moved his head to the other one for the same treatment. Rocking on his lap, rubbing the tip of his cock along the wet length of her pussy, she moaned as he suckled her other nipple. The first one was still tightly budded, the air feeling cool against her wet skin, adding to her arousal as the second was engulfed in the warmth of his mouth.

The need was building up inside her, and she teased them both by sinking down a little onto his cock. He groaned again, his mouth still full of her nipple, then sucked even harder. Julie shuddered atop him, her muscles clenching around as much of his cock was inside her.

Then she let herself drop, sliding down his full length, filling herself up. With one leg on either side of him, she was riding him again, almost the same way she had in the Locker Room, but this time, he could lean against the chair, so she didn’t have to worry about throwing him off balance. Her hands moved over the ropes, over his chest, and up to pull the blindfold off.

He blinked as he looked up at her, then she began to rise again, and the focused look in his eyes immediately shifted back to hazy. Capturing his lips with hers, Julie started moving.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Taking her time, the way she hadn’t been able to at Stronghold.

The way she’d wanted to.

And with him tied even more firmly in place than he had been at the club, she was able to do exactly what she wanted.

Up and down, rocking on him, leaving him tensing and shuddering as he did his best not to cum before her. She used him for her pleasure, grinding her clit against him. The movements made her nipples brush against the rope, stimulating her further as her passion grew, the pleasure swirling inside her.

Finally, she gave in to the urge to move faster, harder. Connor cried out beneath her, his hips attempting to thrust up, making the chair creak again.

“Come for me,” she whispered. As her own peak neared, she impaled herself on his cock again. “Come for me, Connor.”

Shuddering, throwing his head back, she felt his climax just as her own hit, her body clamping down around his cock as he released inside her. The staggering intimacy of the moment, of their mutual rapture, rocked her to her core both physically and emotionally.

It was the perfect moment.

Too perfect.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Julie

“There has to be something wrong with him.”

“Or, and hear me out, maybe there’s something wrong with you,” Olivia countered.

Julie rolled her eyes even though she knew her friends couldn’t see her. They were doing a three-way chat but without the video. She had pulled the starter out of the fridge this morning, so she could bake some loaves for the barbeque tomorrow. Connor was spending the day with his friends.

Was she hurt about not being invited to that? Only if the other girlfriends also weren’t invited. Which she didn’t know, and she hadn’t asked. But if they were, and she hadn’t been, then that would be a problem.

Olivia would tell me I’m looking for problems.

Which was why she hadn’t said the words out loud.

“Nobody is perfect.” Julie measured out the flour with her kitchen scale, moving by rote through the recipe. She’d made it once a week for the past year and barely had to think about it anymore.