using my hole so hard and fast was definitely a contributing factor. But it was everything.
His voice. His scent. His body pressed against mine. His shower and his house and these past two weeks with him, this life I’d never even allowed myself to want.
“Fuck, Julian.” I couldn’t stop saying his name, couldn’t stop moaning it as he thrust into me and he began to stroke my cock again. I was so close, and if he kept that up, there was no way I was going to last.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned him, touching his hand uselessly. “If you keep—I’m gonna—Julian, I’m so close, I can’t—”
“Good.” Julian’s voice was dark. Hungry. His hand moved in rhythm with his cock as he thrust into me. “I want you to. Come for me.”
And what could I do, except what I was told? My body was maxed out, pleasure centers overloaded, and so I gave in. Let Julian push me over the edge, and came into his hand, babbling his name.
“So good,” he murmured, his lips against my ear. “You’re being so good for me, Connor.”
I whimpered as he fucked me harder, his hand still teasing my cock, right up to the line between pleasure and overstimulation.
“Where do you want me to come,” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.
“Inside me.”
“Say it again.”
“Come inside me. Please. I need it.”
My hips shook as he drove into me, one thrust, then two, and then a third one as he buried himself to the hilt. I felt his cock throb inside me, then the warm, wet release of his cum filling me up. He thrust a few more times, his movements stuttering, and then collapsed against me.
We breathed together, bodies rising and falling in the mist. Julian kissed my neck, slid his arms around my waist, pressed me tighter to him.
“Do you have any idea,” he said, chest heaving against my back, “how long I have wanted to do that?”
I laughed, ragged and weak. “Oh, I’d say somewhere around as long as it’s been for me. So pretty much every minute of every day since I left.”
“Yeah.” Julian’s answering laugh was just as wrecked. He pressed his forehead against the back of my neck. “Sounds about right.”
I couldn’t help whining a little when he pulled out, missing the connection between us. He turned me around and pulled me into a kiss.
“Any regrets?” he asked when he released me. I didn’t even have to think about it.
Yes, things between us were still confusing. Yes, I still ran the risk of getting hurt. Yes, Julian had the power to destroy me utterly.
But then, he always had. Because my life only made sense with him in it. My heart, my soul. They’d always been his. I’d fallen in love with him when I was eighteen, and I’d never fallen back out.
I brushed my lips across his.
“Not a single one.”
I wasn’t sure what woke me up—the sun in my eyes, Julian shaking my shoulders, or the sound of a girl calling his name out in the hall, but all three of those things were happening as I sat up in confusion, hours later, no idea what was going on.
Julian looked at me with wild eyes and pressed a finger to my lips when I opened my mouth. He jumped out of bed, but pushed me back when I tried to follow, and glared wordlessly at me as he dashed to his bedroom door and shut it firmly.
He darted back to the bed, looking terrified, as the voice in the hall called out, “Julian? Are you here?”
I frowned. “Who’s—”
“Katie.” Julian’s hiss was panicked. “Shit. What time is it?”
I looked for the clock on the nightstand and my heart sank. “6:30. We must have forgotten to set an alarm.”
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Julian looked around his room frantically, like a fireman’s pole might suddenly appear and let him slide through the floor.
Which didn’t feel great, if I were being honest. My brain was still waking up, but I was beginning to put together what had happened. Julian and I had overslept. It was Monday now, which meant that he had to be at work in an hour or so, and, apparently, that his sister had decided to drop by.
His sister, who he’d said he wanted to come out to. If I gave him time. More time, evidently, than this.
My heart sank. I should have known better than to get my hopes up. And I hadn’t, exactly. Every other night I’d spent here,