up by her ass, she yelps but grabs on, her legs wrapping around me torso as I quickly walk over to the nearest wall.
“Yeah, you can pleasure yourself alright and that was fucking hot,” She shudders, and I kiss her neck, biting and soothing. “But it’s time for me to make you fu king cum harder than you’ve ever done before.”
“That’s mighty cocky of you.”
“Don’t start with me.”
“Hmm,” she starts, pulling up my shirt. “You’re seriously ornery today.”
“I had no fucking idea where you were. You ignored my calls, my texts.” I rip the rest of her clothes off. Her incredible tits are now right there for the taking, her nipples hard as diamonds. “Unzip me.”
“I told you…”
“You ran from me,” I growl, the patience I was trying to keep out the door with the taste of her on mt tongue. “Un-fucking-zip me, Mia, damn you.”
I want her to do this. I want her to take the next step with me while giving her the chance to say no. But she doesn’t say no. She holds my gaze, her back pressed to the wall. She reaches down and unzips me, then takes my hard cock out without hesitation.
With a wicked glint now in her eyes, she squeezes my hard cock, then rubs pre-cum all over like she’s fascinated.
“Will come in my hand?”
If she keeps doing that.
“Not today.” I reach in the back pocket of my jeans for my wallet then I give it to her to grab a condom. She takes it out, then rips it open with her teeth.
“Now what?” She questions, her eyes light and glittering with amusement when I’m at the point of pain. She enjoys this, when she knows she’s got all the power.
“You know what you need to do, smart mouth, sheath me.”
Not in a hurry she does as she’s told. When she’s done though, I don’t wait for her, I figure her again. Suddenly, nothing is so funny anymore. With her body at the edge of another orgasm, I plunge deep into her depths with one shove and she screams.
“Holy shit, Julian.”
I start fucking her in earnest, her moans and screams mixed with my pants and groans, the soundtrack to two more orgasms for her and one for me. And in all that time, it’s the way she looked at me, the way she kissed me, the way she saw into my soul and stayed that told me I was fucked when it comes to her. Totally screwed.
36
MIA
I don’t know how it happens but from that day in the ballet studio, Julian and I slipped into a comfortable ‘situationship’
I refuse to have the talk with him about what we are so, I’m going to go with that.
Things took a new shift at home, lulling me into a false sense of security. I knew it was all fake and wrong and one day the bubble was going to burst in my face but for those few days that spilled over into weeks, I held on to it with both hands.
In the morning, Julian and I would work out in the gym. I knew it was brotherly time for Julian and Liam but since Liam had to take it easy for a few more weeks, I somehow felt like I didn’t want Julian to be in here, alone.
To be honest, I didn’t want to be alone. Not when every morning, I could hear Hayley help my mother who would be throwing up.
Julian didn’t react when he walked in the gym and found me there. It’s like, he somehow knew that I’d come back somehow. He quietly walked over to me the first time I started working out in here and kissed me senseless, then he left me alone to do my thing.
“You never listen to music when you’re working out?”
“I never want to be disconnected to what’s happening around me with my family.”
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that there was a story there and for a person with a mouth like mine, a curiosity meter that could rival any fucking cat, I opened my mouth and asked, not really expecting an answer.
“Why?” I ask then swallow. He stared me down for a few seconds, as if to search my insides, looking for something. Like he’s trying to see whether or not I’m worth the vulnerable, most intimate parts of him.
“Because there was a day I tried drowning out the chaos and endless demands of this fucking world and it almost cost me both