Page 108 of The Comedown

“Harder.”

My other leg is tossed over his shoulder, and his hands seize the top of my thighs as he buries his face in my pussy, his nose pushed against my clit and his tongue lapping me up from the inside. The cold metal balls of his piercing balance out all the heat, making it the perfect combination.

“Julian!” I scream, holding him to me so tight I’m not even sure he can breathe.

Every time he rocks into me, I counter the move, until we become one machine, barreling toward the same destination—fast.

“Julian,” I warn when the ember deep inside me ignites to a full blaze, spreading so quickly, all I can do is hold on, my orgasm ripping through me, then out of me, down through my legs, feet, and finally toes.

My back slumps to the piano’s surface, allowing me to see some of Julian’s face. There’s a sheen on his forehead but his eyes are locked on mine like a shark stalking his next prey.

He pulls back a few inches to say, “Gimme your hand.” His top lip is glistening, just like I predicted during our rap battle. I guess I wasn’t just talking shit.

Silently, he guides my pointer and middle fingers to my clit, helping me to pull back the hood of skin surrounding it.

“Hold it there,” is the only warning I get before his mouth closes over my exposed clit.

The second he suctions his lips to the still-sensitive nub, he sucks, and sucks, and sucks, not letting up once, and it’s not long before my abs tense and I feel a strong pulsing under my fingertips. His name along with some unnatural noise leaves my throat as my head’s thrown back, the flame in me already burning its way throughout the rest of my body. The fire reaches my limbs, seizing all movement as my legs stiffen and my toes curl so hard my heels dig into Julian’s back, then it all explodes into a backdraft sort of phenomenon as my body goes completely limp. My arms fall to my sides like dead weights, my legs wilt on Julian’s back, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Fuck. That was—”

“Not your first time,” I pant.

I feel Julian shift so he’s above me now, his straining erection beneath his jeans settling in the tender crook between my jelly-like thighs as he kisses up the column of my neck. Against my lips, he whispers, “Yours is the only pussy I’ve tasted.” He deliberately emphasizes the word only, then he’s kissing me, letting me taste, too. When the tang of my arousal melts away, I only taste Julian’s own unique amalgamation of flavors. There’s smokiness accentuated by a paper scent hinting at an earlier smoke session, along with intense alcoholic undernotes from the cognac that are a touch too hectic to be considered sweet, and then there’s Julian himself, who tastes like a soft caress hidden under a pointed dare. Kissing Julian is what I imagine it’d feel like to jump out of an airplane without knowing for sure if the parachute strapped to your back is going to work. He’s pure adrenaline. Scary, yet addictive adrenaline.

I crack my eyes to watch him for a few minutes, before his open to do the same. We watch the other as our mouths make love. It’s a stark contrast to how he just used his lips and tongue but feels no less amazing. It should be illegal for one person to be as naturally talented as Julian. My scalp is still tingling.

Propped above me, he gazes down through heavy lashes to tell me, “You’re fucking perfect.”

Unable to hold the intensity any longer, I shove at his chest, saying, “I’m drenched.” In sweat, in saliva, in cum, in questions…lots of questions. Surprisingly, not regret though.

“Same,” Julian says, using the bottom of my shirt to wipe his face. “These, too.” Tipping to the side momentarily to drag my sleep shorts down my numb legs, he returns just as quickly to help me sit up and remove my shirt as well.

His eyes drink in my naked form, not missing an inch of my bare skin while mine drop to his jeans, specifically to the head of his cock peeking out the top of his waistband. There’s a puddle of precum pooled at the very tip, so I swipe my thumb over it, making Julian shudder as he pitches forward, caging me in. Once I get it all on to the pad of my thumb, I suck the precum clean off, tasting his want, too, and Christ, is it intoxicating.

“Mmm,” I hum, swaying into him.

His face pressed to the side of my neck, I feel one of his hands sneak between us, teasing fingertips gliding up my thighs. “I was trying to be nice, Collette. Unselfish. Better. But it’s fucking killing me not to fuck you raw right now.”

“So you do have restraint?” I half-joke, and he chuckles below my ear, causing goose bumps to pop up like dandelions in the spring.

“A very, very small amount, but you’re testing it,” he whispers as two of his fingers find my center, nudging inside my rapidly heating-up entrance. My hips buck in response.

Shit. I want more. No, I need more. Fingers won’t cut it, for either of us. We will be fucking in a matter of minutes, if not sooner.

The line, the very last one between us, shimmers in the distance, just inside my periphery, but soon to be just outside my sanity if he keeps this up.

“Um.” I gulp, and instantly, he pulls back.

“Um? That’s not a yes.” His fingers disappear, allowing me to catch my breath.

Barely taking his eyes from mine, Julian removes his shirt, only to put it over my head, fitting my arms through the sleeves until the long material drapes down my torso, covering most of me.

“You really are better,” I say, regarding him and wondering how he does it, how he manages to surprise me time and time again.

“I just wanna know that when I do finally slide my cock into you, buried until I’m balls deep in your sweet-ass pussy, it’s because you want it as much as I do.”

I hope he doesn’t put that in one of his songs.