Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Like that?” I asked as I pulled back.
A few seconds passed before his eyes fluttered open. He stared at me as if he hadn’t comprehended my words. Then he nodded. “Yeah, like that.”
“Fuck the guest room. You’re coming with me.” I took his hand and pulled him toward my bedroom.
Tony was curled up in his bed. I wondered if he would wake. He’d be pissed off if I kicked him out of the room, but nothing, not even my precious baby, was going to disturb us. I’d never brought a man back here. This was my home, my place, the one thing I’d bought myself without any help or input from my family, and it was Tony’s home too, but he was going to have to get used to Julian. He already seemed to have forgiven Julian for slighting him when they first met.
I positioned Julian in front of me and pushed at his chest until he fell backwards onto my bed with a gasp. I knelt between his legs, pushing them open, then grabbed his arms and pinned him down again as I lay over him.
“You’re mine. I can do whatever I want with you, and you’re going to submit to it.”
Julian stared at me, mouth hanging open. “I… Oh God, I don’t know if I…”
I ignored him, hands going to the fastenings of his jeans. I opened them quickly, gripped the waistband, and yanked them and his boxer briefs down his legs. His cock was fucking gorgeous: hard, red, and needy with precum dripping from the slit.
I couldn’t resist wrapping my hand around him and bending to swipe my tongue over his head. He cried out, and I knew I could make him come in no time if I gave him my mouth, but I didn’t want this to go that fast. “I know what you need. Let me give it to you.”
“Don’t know if… if I can.”
“Just let go. You can enjoy this. You fucking deserve it.”
“Make me. Make me take what you give.”
He looked so vulnerable, scared yet determined. I knew that feeling. My brothers thought I wasn’t afraid of anything, that I just leapt into danger, but they were wrong. I was scared much of the time, but I knew if I held back, I’d never find the courage, so I just did things before I thought too much.
“I will. I won’t give you any choices. Don’t move.”
I ripped off my jacket, my holster, shirt, pants, everything until I was naked. Julian watched me, eyes big, appreciation clear on his face. I ran a hand over my chest and down over my stomach. I didn’t have a six-pack like Remington. I was stockier, built differently, more like our father, but I was confident in the way I looked, and I could tell Julian was all about it.
“You want to get your hands on me, don’t you?”
He gave a tentative nod.
“Tell me.”
“I want… I want to touch you.”
“Be good for me, do what I say, and I’ll let you.”
He groaned, biting his lip and turning it white with the pressure from his teeth.
I pulled off his shoes and socks and yanked his pants the rest of the way down his legs, throwing them onto the floor.
“Sit up.” I yanked his t-shirt over his head, baring him fully to me. He was beautiful, pale, lean, his nipples deeply pink. I wondered how he’d react to me sucking on them. I was going to find out. I was going to hear every delicious sound he could make, and I was going to torment him and pleasure him until he fell apart.
I wrapped my hands around his wrists again, holding them even tighter this time. I worked our hips together. He struggled, fighting me, and I loved it. I wanted him to fight back. I wanted this to be rough and hard. After the day we’d both had, we needed that kind of release. He deserved everything he’d ever fantasized about.
I’d sworn I wouldn’t hurt him. And I wouldn’t, not in any real way. I’d leave him with some bite marks, maybe some bruises on his wrists or his hips from my tight grip. My instincts told me he would treasure those memories of what we’d done.
He was leaking so much precum it made sliding my cock along his feel incredible.
He arched his hips, and I couldn’t tell if he was reaching for more or trying to shove me off. He might not have been sure himself. He wouldn’t succeed in the latter, and if he thought he was going to come anytime soon, he was wrong. So wrong. He said he wanted to finish what we started, and we would, but I was going to take my time.
15
Julian
I couldn’t believe this was really happening, but surely the things Lance had done to me would’ve woken me up if this was a dream. I could smell him, feel him, hear every rough breath as he worked his hips against me. I was so close. If he just kept going, I would come, explode, maybe die from all the pleasure.