“What? I’ve always wanted to be a judge.”
She puts a hand on her waist and pops out a hip, her blonde waves streaming over her naked breasts. The image is so hot I almost have to grip my cock to get it to calm the fuck down.
“So now that I have a safe word, should I call you daddy?”
Her sass has me snorting out a laugh. Sex—or almost sex I guess—has never been this fun with anyone before.
“Nah, but you can call me Ash. It does something to me when you do.”
She grins at me. “Good to know. Can we get on with it now?”
“Oh, we most definitely can.”
I reach behind me and drag off my shirt, tossing it onto the growing pile of clothes. Julie runs her fingers over my tattoo, and I let her for a few seconds before I pick her up. She lets out a little gasp as I stalk over to the dresser and drop her on top of it. Then I dig into my suitcase and find the box of condoms I stashed there and toss it onto the bed so I don’t have to go looking for it later.
“What made you think you would get so lucky you would need a whole box of condoms?”
I turn and Julie is grinning at me from her perch on the dresser. With her naked tits and long blonde waves, she looks like some kind of erotic mermaid. I walk slowly back to stand in front of her. Running a hand over her shoulder, down her sternum between her breasts, I let it linger low on her stomach.
“Like I told you before. A little luck and unwavering persistence. And look where that’s gotten me. I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world.”
I kiss her hard and then, moving fast, I curl my fingers into the waistband of her leggings, dragging them down. Pressing a hand down on the dresser, she lifts her hips, and I pull them all the way off, dropping them on the floor. With a hand on each knee, I push her legs apart and run a single finger lightly over the thin fabric covering her pussy. She sucks in a breath and tilts her hips, trying to get closer.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I strip off her thong, pushing her legs even wider apart so I can stand between them. I grip her chin with one hand and run my other hand up and down her inner thigh.
“Fuck. Touch me. Please,” she gasps out.
“Uh uh, Juliette. I’m in charge, remember? You’ll take what I give you.”
I wrap one hand around the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine. She opens for me immediately. She tastes like the hot chocolate we drank on the porch and something that is so completely Julie that it makes my head spin. With our mouths locked together, I slowly run a hand up her inner thigh one last time, swiping through her slit and pushing one finger inside. I use my thumb to circle her clit and she moans against my mouth, lifting her hips to meet my fingers. I keep rubbing my thumb around her clit, and when I feel her tightening around me, I pull my hand away and she lets out a whimper, chasing my hand with her hips.
She hasn’t seen anything yet.
I drop to my knees in front of her. Curling my arms around her thighs, I slide her closer to the edge of the dresser, and I put a foot on each of my shoulders so she is completely bared to me. Staring down at me, she deliberately takes the foot off my right shoulder and props it on the dresser instead. And that wordless care for my injured shoulder has my chest tightening with love for her, even as she is spread out for me to devour.
Dipping my head, I give her one long lick from asshole to clit, and she lets out a low moan that has me leaking inside my boxer briefs. Then I dive in, flattening my tongue and laying it over her clit, swiping back and forth while I slide two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out, curling them to hit the spot that I know will have her seeing stars. And I know I get it right when her hips shoot up to meet my thrusts. I lay my free arm across her hips, holding her down while I feast on her, knowing that not being able to move against me is going to frustrate the shit out of her. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I flick my tongue over it as I tap that spot inside her.
“Shit, Ash,” she moans. “That feels so good. Don’t stop.”
When I add a third finger, she moans so loudly that I would worry about other guests hearing her if I cared about that. But I don’t. Let them all hear her. Let them all hear how she falls apart for me. Only me.
“Look at me, Juliette.”
She glances down at me, her eyes hazy with pleasure. I hold eye contact while I suck her clit, hard, and push my fingers in as deep as I can. Her inner walls start to tighten up on my fingers almost immediately. I give it another second until she’s just about to fall over the edge before I pull away from her.
She sobs out a breath. “No, fuck. I was so close.”
I smirk at her. “I know.”
Rising to my feet, I lift her off the dresser and sit her on the bed. Taking her face in both of my hands I kiss her, letting her taste herself. And I know she likes it when she licks into my mouth, groaning against me, her hips lifting to fuck the air, searching for friction.
Her hand sneaks down between her legs and I clasp it in one of mine before she can touch herself.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Juliette. I’m the only one who is making you come tonight.”
“Well then fucking do it.”
I grab her face in both of my hands, bringing our foreheads together. “Oh, I will. But you’re going to do something for me too.”
