I come up with nothing.
“Hi.” The singular word leaves my lips on a breath.
“Hi.”
His thumb is rubbing circles on my hip. The feel of the fabric along my skin paired with the pressure of his touch is tantalizing. One finger quickly turns into his whole hand, and my cock begins to thicken with each stroke of his large palm on my outer thigh. The heat from his body simmers into mine through the thin layer separating my flesh from his.
“How you feeling?” I ask.
The small smile that slides onto his face is adorable. “Pretty good.”
“Me too.”
It’s hot. The room is a hundred degrees as sweat lines my forehead, beading on the back of my neck. Sitting up, I drag my sweater over my head, the air hitting my sweat lined skin causing a shiver to race down my spine, nipples pebbling as I lie back on my side.
Jules’s gaze never falters from me as his hand finds my hip once more. The song changes toNo Devotionby Tender at the exact time the air in the room shifts. Slowly, his hand leaves my hip, finding my groin instead. The heel of his palm pushes into my already rigid erection, a hot puff of air leaving my lips on a groan. He massages me through my pants, the soft touch filling me up with a fierce hunger, like a million volts of electricity.
My heavy eyelids fall closed as I feel his touch throughout my entire being. When his fingers dance along my waistband, his gruff voice reaches my ears.
“Eyes on me.” The authority behind those three words and the danger in his tone make me shiver as my eyes snap open, meeting his. “Good boy,” he purrs, hand plunging underneath my pants, wrapping around my length.
I gasp, pushing into his touch.
Jules drags his palm down my shaft, working me slowly. “That feel good, pretty boy?”
Chomping down on my bottom lip to stifle a moan, I nod frantically. He leans in, invading my space and stealing my breath as he seals his mouth to mine, tugging my lip out from beneath my teeth and biting down on it hard enough to draw blood.
He quickly soothes the ache before slipping into my mouth. With lips smooth and tongue demanding, he ravages me while his hand pumps me until my head feels light and dizzy. His lips leave my mouth, working their way down to my neck, pressing against the column of my throat, goosebumps blooming from my arms to my toes. The taste of his name simmers on my tongue as his lips burn into my flesh, marking me from the inside out everywhere he touches.
“I need you,” he growls against my skin, shoving me until my back is flat on the bed and he’s hovered over me, knee between my legs, and his hand still on my cock.
“I need you…” I start to say, wetting my lips, “to be wearing less clothes.”
He chuckles, sitting up and taking his hand out of my pants, reaching behind him to pull his shirt over his head. My eyes lock in on his fuzzy chest, my fingers itching to rake through the hair. He’s such a sexy man. Everything about him—from his thick, rugged beard, to the hard muscles and divots that line his entire torso, down to the massive erection that’s tenting his slacks—is pure sex.
Jules wastes no time positioning himself back between my thighs, thick fingers hooking into the waist of my pants and shucking them down with no warning. In a matter of seconds, I’m left fully exposed to him. It’s intimidating, but I can’t deny how arousing it is at the same time. My skin heats up, blood rushing to my already hard cock as his eyes drink me in.
“You are everything I never knew I wanted.” His husky words are accompanied by gentle touches along my legs.
It’s the molly talking, I know this, but for just a moment, I let myself believe them. I allow myself to imagine what it would be like to have his eyes on me like this every day. What it would be like to be his everything. Warmth spreads with every painstaking beat of my heart. It’s a knife to the chest, envisioning a life I’ll never get to have with a man I’ll never be able to call mine.
His eyes burn into mine as he lowers himself, tongue dipping out and flattening as he trails along the underside of my length while pushing my knees toward my chest, putting all of me on display for him. Working his way down, his tongue ghosts across my balls, causing my eyes to flutter closed.
“Eyes on me,” he growls, voice full of dominance.
Doing as he says, my gaze connects with his as he spreads me open with his hands, nose burying into me. My cheeks flame as I hear him inhale deeply, as if he’s trying to memorize my scent before he traces a circle around my hole with his tongue.
Jules takes his time, savoring and exploring. My back arches off the bed, a cry falling from my lips, when he sinks a finger into me. My body feels like it’s floating on a cloud, everything enhanced tenfold as he works me slowly, methodically. In and out… in and out. As if he knows my body better than I do, Jules brings me to the brink before backing off, only to do it again and again and again, until I’m a sobbing, crying mess, begging for him to fuck me.
I need him.
I need him to own me. Need to feel the weight of his brute body against mine as he pumps into me, stretching me. I need the white-hot pain that comes with that first fill; the pain that quickly morphs into a toe-curling pleasure as my walls squeeze him, constricting.
“Please, please, please,” I cry out, pleading with him as he plunges a third digit into my tight, needy hole.
The smirk on his lips should be illegal. “Please, what, pretty boy?”
“Please fuck me,” I beg, too gone to care how pathetic I sound. “Ineedyou.”
