Page 120 of The Comedown

His eyes pop open under the cover of thunderous eyebrows.

“Because I’m mine, and I decide who I sleep with.”

“Collette—”

“And I want to sleep with you.” Those stormy eyebrows slowly start to withdraw their gloomy reign as they lift. “Only you, Julian.” My hand and hips start moving in sync again.

“You want me?”

Keeping his eyes, I hook a finger into my panties and pull them to the side, then lean back with a hand on his stationary knee to roll my hips, rubbing my bare pussy on the underside of his cock. “I want you.”

Cheeks twitching, he breathes, “Jesus.” His eyes are no longer on mine. “You’re fucking drenched.”

Pushing myself up and over, I line his tip up with my entrance, then slowly glide down his shaft, my pussy stretching to accommodate each inch as I spread my legs even wider out to the sides. My teeth bite into my lips so hard I taste blood and I give in, just a little, by rolling my hips once.

“Holy fuuuuck.” Julian’s forehead puckers. “I’m gonna embarrass myself if you don’t move. Fucking ride me—”

Instantly, I’m off his lap completely, hovering an inch above his upright, glistening cock.

“I didn’t mean move like that,” he snaps, his arms restless at his sides. His bent knee knocks into my ass, trying to rouse me into movement.

“You’re not in control here, little lamb.”

“I don’t want to be in control! I want to be inside you! My fingers, my cock, my fucking tongue, I don’t care what it is. I’m fucking dying not being able to touch you right now.” He drops his head back, rasping, “Jesus Christ, I never thought I’d say this, but I just want you to sit on my face already.”

“Then ask.”

His head rises until we’re staring each other down again.

“Ask. Nicely. You want to prove you’re not him? That you’re better?” I lift an eyebrow. “Then ask. Or shut the hell up and let me do what I want like you said I could.”

His eyebrow matches mine as his cock jerks below me.

“Can you please take my jeans down?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips. I start to speak, but he’s quick to say, “It’s not for me, it’s for you. If you mount my cock again, the zipper’s gonna tear up your thighs.” After a beat, he adds, “Or ass.”

“You think you’re getting laid?”

“I think I don’t want to see you get hurt, even if you’re the one doing it to yourself.”

Now he’s definitely getting laid.

We work together to get his pants and boxers down past his hips but leave them bunched around his ankles.

“Can you please free at least one of my feet?”

“No, it’ll give you too much mobility,” I say, pointedly glancing at his knee.

“Goddamn it.” It’s said with humor though, not frustration like before.

My reasoning is only partially true. Mostly it’s Julian’s jeans…they’re really tight, and I don’t have the time to deal with getting them over his shoes. Outside, they must’ve gotten the stage cleared because I can hear Axel on the drums now, stalling.

“Spread your legs,” I tell him, and he obeys. “Wider.”

His thighs separate even more, giving me an unobstructed view of his erect cock from base to tip, his balls resting heavy just below. I thought Julian was beautiful with his pants on, but this…this is a sight to behold.

“Can you please take your bra off?”

“Is that for my benefit, too?”