Well, well, well.Interesting.Did Julian get off on the words? How lucky that I seemed to have an endlesssupply.
“Like for example, right now I’m having the strongesturgeto take your shirt off. You have the most beautiful skin and I want to see it all spread out in front of me. What would your expert opinion on that be,Doctor?”
“I…Yes. Good,” heagreed.
I leaned back onto my knees and pushed his shirt up over his abs, then he took over, arching and shimmying until it was over his head, but I stopped him when the oversized material was still wrapped around hisarms.
“Stay like that,” I said. “Just likethat.”
Henodded.
God, but he was gorgeous. His skin glowed like gold in the light from the fire, all lean muscles and wide shoulders and small, flat, brown nipples. I swept my fingertips from his shoulders down to his waist, just to see if he was as smooth as he appeared, and he was.Holy shit, hewas.
“I’m not sure I’m getting enough information with this observation,” I told him. His eyes had been tracking every movement of my hands, and now they flew to my face as I leaned over him once again. “I’m going to have to use alternativemethods.”
I dipped my head closer to his chest and ran the tip of my tongue over one of those nipples, never breaking eye contact, and then drew it more firmly into mymouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, arching his chest up against me and closing his eyes. “Fuck.”
Jesus. The tendons in his neck stood out as he threw his head back on the cushion. I wanted to taste those, too, so I gave into the impulse, licking at the salty skin there, loving the way the day’s growth of beard felt against my cheek. Once again, I was rock hard for this man before he’d even laid a hand on me, and I knew without a doubt that whatever my “official” orientation might be, I was one hundred percent oriented toward JulianRoss.
“You taste good, Julian,” I said. “Really good. I could do this all day long. Does that soundalright?”
He released a breath that was half-sigh, half moan, all agreement, and I let my tongue explore his skin for what felt like hours, mapping a path back down his neck, stopping to play with his nipples again, exploring every ridge of his ribs and the smooth plane of his stomach, before dipping into his bellybutton.
“Oh, God,” he panted, squirming beneath me. “I think that’s enoughdata.”
“Barely getting started,” I said. My voice was more like agrowl.
I dipped my nose into his exposed armpit and inhaled.Well, fuck. It smelledgood, as inreallygood. Musky and salty, like concentrated Jules mixed with a little of the soap from my shower. I nuzzled into the hollow and gave an experimental lick that made Jules’s hips kickup.
“In my expert opinion, you should let my hands go now,” hemoaned.
“Should I?” The truth was, I craved his hands on me, but I wanted to take things slowly and I was sure—as in, rock-hard-certain—that if he started touching me, I wasn’t going to lastlong.
“Yes!” His eyes were wild and his lips were bright red from biting them. “Seriously, right now. I’m dying. Dead. Right here. On this sofa. My death will be on your conscience,” hebabbled.
“Soon,” I whispered, and I stopped his words with akiss.
But if I’d been hoping to slow things down, tasting his mouth was a definite tactical error. He poured himself into the kiss, sliding his tongue against mine and conveying every ounce of his need and frustration. If he was hoping to drive me crazy, hesucceeded.
I pulled back, breathing hard, and pushed to my feet next to the sofa. I pulled the shirt off Julian’s wrists and half a second later, he was pushing down his sweatpants, clearlydonewith my controlled experiment. I paused to admire the hard length that laid against his belly with a weirdly proud, possessive sort of feeling. I’d done that to him.Me.
I stripped off my own shirt and sleep pants like the fate of the world depended on my speed. I grabbed my own cock by the base and squeezed becauseholy shit, things were reaching a criticalpoint.
Had I ever been this turned on in mylife?
“Come here,” Julian said, leaning up to grab my hands so he could pull me down on top of him. “Come here, come here, comehere.”
There was a second, maybe less, when I hovered above him—my hands holding his wrists to the cushions, and my knee between his spread thighs—where I felt like I was almost standing outside of myself, contemplating what would happen next. I was naked. He was naked. Cocks were about totouch.
And then I thought,Fuck, yes!Finally!and lowered myself down on top ofhim.
He made a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a relieved sob as his hands trailed up and down my back. “Oh, damn. I think there’s a problem with your experiment,Daniel.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” I could barely concentrate on his words. I was too busy staring down at the picture we made and trying to process the sensations.Who knewthe scratch of his leg hair against my thighs could be so unbearably exciting?Who knewthat the length of his cock against mine could make my mind shortcircuit?
“Uh huh. There is literally nothing you could do to me right now that I wouldn’twant.”
