Page 123 of The Comedown

My tiptoes touching the floor, my body stutters over his, and it’s all I can do to hold still, noting every part of our bodies syncing up.

We fit. We fit completely.

Nestled deep between my walls, his cock twitches, and I moan, dropping my forehead to his.

“No condom?” he breathes as his hips surge up into mine, making my mouth fall open. “I’ve never gone without one.”

My eyes flick up to his. “You want one?”

I always use condoms, too, but this whole thing was about being stripped raw. Not having any barriers between us felt natural. It feels natural.

“No.” His head shakes against mine. “Fuck no. This is…fuck. So much better.”

Foreheads still kissing, we both watch ourselves getting acclimated to the other.

“We’re—”

“Yeah. We’re fucking perfect together,” he says, finishing my thought.

“I looked into it… The story of Isis and Osiris.”

This time his eyes find mine.

“Isis didn’t find all of Osiris’s pieces. The only piece she couldn’t recover was—”

“His cock, I know.” Julian laughs. “Fucking sucks for him.”

I laugh, too, then grab the back of his chair, and placing a heel on the small slice of seat behind him, I start riding his cock.

“She still found a way to get pregnant by him though,” he says with pinched brows, and I swear I see a look resembling pain flash across his features before it disappears.

Is that why he thinks I didn’t insist on using a condom? I know he’s sterile and I’m on birth control.

“I’m not trying to make a baby with you,” I assure him, grinding so hard our sweat squishes audibly between us. “Just fulfilling a basic urge.”

Julian’s body locks up under mine, so I roll my hips faster, using his solid abdomen to my advantage. Two minutes is not a lot of time, but I am already halfway there. Have probably been halfway there since The Family Julez Tour started.

Using his tight shoulders as leverage, I lift up to impale myself on him, and we watch each other as I ride him, nothing else around us breaking through our own little world until there are more knocks on the door, then Julian growls out, “Anyone opens that door is fucking dead,” neither of us even breaking pace.

“Come for me, Collette,” he demands.

I smirk, telling him, “Ask me to, Julian.”

“Please come for me before we break this fucking chair.”

As if to emphasize his point, the chair under us creaks.

I dig my nails into Julian’s tensed traps, shortening my movements so his cock’s buried to the hilt now as I roll my hips again, keeping a steady pressure on my clit.

“I thought you liked breaking things,” I whisper more out of necessity than choice. “You’ve been trying to break my rule about this all along.”

“That rule’s been broken since the night you cut me and claimed me as your own.”

I close my eyes from the intensity of…everything.

“You’re gonna miss it,” he warns though, making my eyes fly open again. No longer watching our bodies, Julian’s staring right into my eyes, right into my soul, and I feel it—the moment everything falls into place, telling me exactly what I already knew but didn’t want to acknowledge. It’s never been about a basic urge with Julian.

My mouth falls open as an orgasm tears through me, hard and fast, my body tensing around Julian’s.