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Shock mingled with desire in his irises as his hand settled between my legs. “Is that so?”
His fingers skimmed the hem of my dress, slipping under the material and reaching the cotton panties. He dragged one finger down the center of the fabric. I jolted in shock as the contact sent sparks through me.
“There,” I whispered.
His head dipped to my ear. “You want me to touch your pussy?”
I groaned at the filthy words as he leisurely rolled a finger around my clit. I was already wet from just this, soaking through the material. Surely, he could feel it. I was too heated to care.
“Please.”
He made a noise in the back of his throat that shot straight between my legs. He slid a finger under the fabric, finally—finally—touching me. He slicked a finger through my wetness and dragged it up to my clit.
“Oh fuck, Jen,” he growled.
His pelvis ground against my hip, and I could feel the length of him through his pants.
My head fell back onto the pillow as he continued to bring me to new heights. Then the pressure on my hip disappeared, and suddenly, his body was positioned between my legs. He released my clit, slipping the panties over my curvy hips and tossing them to the floor.
Before I could think what would happen next, he buried his face between my legs. I stifled a cry as his tongue flicked against my clit. I jerked and squirmed under the contact, but he forced my hips back down on the bed with his forearm. My hands flew over my head in shock as my orgasm hit me full blast. Still, he licked me until he drew out every ounce of my climax.
He released me when I was left panting on the bed. My eyes remained firmly closed, and I tried to process what had happened. But processing wasn’t exactly possible.
His weight shifted off the bed, and I turned in his direction. Julian stood next to me. He peeled off his shirt first, revealing the glorious six-pack beneath. He was lean and ripped from hours of soccer, running, and weight lifting with Hollin. Then went his belt buckle.
My mouth watered at the sight, and I came up to my knees on the bed. His eyes flashed to mine as he drew the buckle back and let it hang open. I scooted forward, pushing his hands away.
“You’re doing my job,” I told him.
His eyes widened again. “All yours, Dreamsicle.”
I giggled at the nickname. “You’re the one who tasted like it.”
His hands grasped my jaw, and he pressed a firm kiss to my lips. “Get to work.”
I heated under that tone. Confident, demanding, and oh-so predatory. I hadn’t known Julian had that tone. But my body tightened all over at the sound of it.
He released me, and I popped the button on his slacks. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, but then I got it. I pushed his pants over his narrow hips, leaving him in nothing but baby-blue boxers. My nails skimmed the waistband, dipping an inch inside before retreating. It was his turn to hiss and try to get more. I grinned and did it again.
“Who the fuck knew that you were this much of a tease?” he growled.
My eyes met his, and I pushed my hand all the way in, taking his dick in my hand. “I’m not a tease.”
“Fuck.”
His eyes rolled into the back of his head at my contact. I didn’t consider any other options, just withdrew him from his boxers and dropped my mouth onto the head. Pre-cum tasted salty on the tip, but I swallowed it down.
“Oh God,” he breathed. His hands delved into my hair, tightening his grip but not directing. “You feel fucking spectacular.”
“Mmm,” I groaned as I took him in my mouth.
As nervous and anxious as I was under normal circumstances, blow jobs had always been easier to think about than sex. I’d gotten really, really good at them, thanks to a lot of douche bags in high school and college. It was the only thing I could thank them for. But it was also something I’d learned to really enjoy. Not because I could deep-throat without gagging or my jaw didn’t hurt or anything. It was the sounds of pleasure Julian was making. Knowing I was responsible for that, it was a power that I didn’t have anywhere else in my life.
“Jen,” he said. “Please.”
He stilled me, and I frowned.
I stroked him up and down. “I’m going to finish.” I licked my lips. “Don’t you want me to?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
“Then…what are you doing?”
“I need to be inside of you.” He said it so naturally. As if it wasn’t a revelation to my senses.
He fished a condom out of his pocket and held it in the air. “Just to be safe.”
I took it out of his hand, tore the wrapper, and unrolled it over his dick. Then I sat back on the too-small bed and tugged my dress up and over my head. I flicked the clasp on my bra and let my breasts fall out.
