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The crease between his eyebrows got deeper, and he began to pull out. I grabbed him. “Stop. Just… just be still.”
Jules watched me with a mix of concern and affection that made me want to fall at his feet and thank him for loving me so hard. Instead, I swallowed and told him to try again.
He added more lube and went slowly until the burn turned into less painful pressure. I felt full, so fucking full. It was different and strange, but when I imagined Julian’s dick inside of my body, my skin flushed with heat and desire.
This was the most intimate moment I’d ever had with another person, and it made complete sense it was happening with Julian.
“More,” I said.
“I decide when you get more,” he said roughly, but the edge of his lip turned up, and the crease between his brows eased. He didn’t fool me for one minute. I loved the bossy Jules in bed, but deep down, this man would do whatever I needed or wanted.
“More,” I said again, teasing him.
He leaned in closer and nipped my earlobe. “I’m in charge here. Got it?”
I turned my face to press my lips against his stubbled cheek. His dick made me almost unable to speak, but I also wanted to tease the hell out of him and tell him how grateful I was to be under him in this bed right now.
“Prove it,” I said softly against the damp heat of his skin.
The sound that came out of his chest lit me up, and the look on his face when he pulled back was unexpected. Instead of turning into some kind of dungeon Dom, he grinned at me. “Fuck you. Let me have this. Stop trying to be in charge.”
I reached out and tweaked his nipple. “Show me what you got, big boy.”
He grabbed my wrist and leaned down again to hold it above my head, taking the opportunity to kiss me hard on the lips. I felt the moment he pushed in deeper. I sucked in a breath and let out a groan as his dick brushed against my gland.
“Oh,” I squeaked in a decidedly unmanly way. “Ohhh.” At least the second exclamation came out deeper, but I truly didn’t care. Whatever the fuck was happening down there was everything. None of the rest mattered. “Fuck me,” I urged.
Jules began to pull out and thrust forward again, brushing perfectly across the supersensitive spot that made my skin prickle and my balls tighten. Watching his face flush and his skin dampen with sweat and knowing I was the one who’d turned him on this much, I was the one he was trying so hard to control himself for… it made me want to shout in triumph.
Tendons corded on his neck, his jaw tightened, and that errant curl over his ear stuck hot and wet to the side of his face. I pulled my hand out of his grip and put it around his throat, feeling for his pulse with my thumb. It thrummed strong and steady under my touch.
Julian’s eyes locked on mine as he reached for my dick and squeezed it in his grip. When he began to shuttle it in his fist, I realized just how close I was.
“Gonna… Jules…” My breathing veered off-kilter, but it didn’t matter. I could see in his eyes he knew exactly what I needed, how I was feeling.
“Let go, Parks,” he urged. “Let me have this.”
I don’t want it to be over. I couldn’t say the words aloud, but suddenly, they were all I could hear in my head. What if he freaked out again? What if he left? Even though he’d made promises, I knew he could fall prey to the same fears after this, especially considering how intense it was between us like this.
“Parker. Come, goddammit,” he growled.
His command went straight to my balls. My muscles contracted everywhere, and a flood of heat shot through my groin a split second before I spilled on his hand and my stomach with a garbled shout. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t controlled or dignified in any way. I was a hot fucking mess, and if I’d been with anyone other than Julian, I probably would have felt humiliated.
But I was with Julian.
And that made all the difference.
He spat out a curse and thrust harder one more time before letting out a roar that startled me. I wanted to laugh, not at him, but simply from the sheer joy and euphoria of this discovery.
I was head over heels in love with Julian Thick. And the sex with him was mind-blowing. Win-win.
My life would never be the same.
As long as he didn’t run again.
14
JULIAN
I remembered telling a stranger once about the crush I had on my straight best friend. It was a guy I’d shared a few drinks with in an airport bar after he’d lamented a recent breakup of his own. We’d talked about how the reality of a thing is often not nearly as tantalizing as the fantasy.
