Julian moans and a shiver races down my spine. He flexes his fingers, drumming them against my skin as he works me over his cock. This is fucking insane. Each time he pulls me back on him, the head of his dick hits my prostate, sending me higher and higher. I know if I was allowing myself to touch my cock, this would already be over, but I don’t want to.
Heat builds low in my stomach, my balls drawing up tight as sweat beads on my skin. Holy shit. “Harder,” I somehow manage to say.
Julian listens, because of course he does, his fingers tightening almost to the point of pain as he pulls me roughly onto his cock. I’m unraveling, fucking losing it, and I need to. The feelings coursing through my body are almost too much. I’m barely holding it together, but I just need a little more.
Fuck, maybe I just won’t be able to come hands-free. “Holy fuck, Holden,” Julian groans. “You like this, don’t you? Being used like this. But only by me. Because you’re mine. Isn’t that right?”
Oh, he’s gonna pay for that, but also, God, I so fucking do. He slows us way down, panting as he does. I almost want to protest, but the way he’s handling me is fucking sublime, and the way his dick is grinding against my prostate has me seeing actual stars, so maybe I’ll just let him do what he wants.
He tilts my hips back just a bit, changing the angle slightly, and my cock jerks, my entire body tensing. He pulls me onto his dick, then rotates his hips, grinding his hips against me. “Come on, darlin’. I can feel how close you are. You’re pulsing around me. It’s so fucking good. Let go.”
The rasp in his voice might be the thing that does it because it’s obscene. He grinds against me again, slow and maddening, his cock so deep inside me, it’s almost too much. When he pulls out and slams back in so hard it almost shoves me up the bed, everything explodes. My cock, mostly. But also my fucking brain. My dick throbs and I bury my face in the pillow. Julian rocks his hips, keeping the same unrelenting pace as pure fucking bliss spreads through me and my entire body shakes its way through my orgasm. I am so fucking jealous that this happens to him all the time.
I can’t even speak, but the noises I’m making sound fucking insane, even to me. “There you go. Fuck. Perfect, darlin’. I knew you could do it.”
Julian slows his thrusts before pulling out. I’m a little disappointed that he didn’t get off, but then he releases his hold on my hip, and I can feel the head of his dick brushing my ass cheek. The wet sound of his hand moving over his cock makes an aftershock rock through my body seconds before he groans low and deep and his cum hits my lower back and ass.
I collapse forward, not giving a damn about the mess I’m lying in, and Julian follows me down, lying beside me before bodily rearranging me until I’m curled against him. When everything has finally stopped tingling, I look up at him. “Why’d you pull out?”
He laughs, brushing a hand through my hair. “It can be… sensitive after you get off like that, and I didn’t want to hurt you.”
This perfect fucking man. I climb fully onto his body, kissing him without thought. “I love you so fucking much.”
He chuckles. “You’re easy to impress. But I love you too.”
Yeah. Really can’t wait to marry this man.
Chapter 10
Julian
“Hey, Jules,” Holden calls from outside our bedroom door.
“Yeah?” I call back, frantically looking around the room, hoping like hell he doesn’t come in.
“Beck and Ro are here with Eli.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.“Uh, I’ll be right out.”
I hear his footsteps walking away, so I resume my frantic search. My heart’s starting to pound an unsteady rhythm and my hands go clammy. I’m tossing things around, about to tear open the drawer to my nightstand when the door opens. I jump, turning quickly to see who’s there.
Beck raises an eyebrow at me. “Hey, man. What’s going on?”
I wave a hand around in my panic. “Shut the door.” He gives me a confused look but does as I ask. “I lost the ring.”
His little gasp isn’t helping my panic at all. “Julian,” he admonishes. He doesn’t need to. I’m already beating myself up over it. “Where was the last place you had it?”
I roll my eyes, leveling him with a glare. “If I knew that, Beckett, I wouldn’t be looking for it.”
He laughs. “You’ve been around Holden far too long.”
I sit down on the edge of the bed, feeling like I’m about to actually truthfully freak the fuck out. Beck sits down beside me with a sigh, nudging my arm with his. “It’s all good, man. We’ll find it. But um, why did you hide it like that?”
“Because the little chaos twink can feel it.”
His face twists in confusion. “He can… feel it?”
I huff out an annoyed breath. “Yes. Like the fucking princess and the pea.”
