You’re about to make me lose my damned mind.
Cinn shut his eyes, half stumbling towards Julien. His hands hit the smooth plaster of the wall on each side of Julien’s head, his body pressed up against his.
Darcy’s words—Darcy’swarning—about Julien’s many,manylovers echoed through Cinn’s head.
Even so, the world faded around him, the dimmed lights seeming to darken as he was further pulled into Julien’s orbit. All that remained was the feel of Julien’s warm, lithe body, the electrifying tingles dancing across his scalp from Julien’s skilled fingers, the racing of his pulse. As Julien traced the features of his face, brushing over each eyebrow like it was a work of art to be worshipped, Cinn accepted his path had been set for him. His fate had been sealed.
Julien gently pulled his head close to his mouth, to whisper, “Do you trust me?” his fingers brushing over Cinn’s cheekbones in a reverent dance. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
In response, Cinn closed his eyes and leaned into Julien’s touch, traitorous legs trembling.
“Give me complete control, and I promise you”—he nipped at Cinn’s earlobe, making him cry out softly—“you won’t regret it.”
Over his dead body would he give Julien complete control. But now Julien’s hot tongue was in his ear, thrusting itself into it. “Fuck you,” Cinn gasped.
“I’m trying to.”
Cinn attempted to shove Julien again, a half-hearted endeavour that only ended up with him fisting Julien’s shirt with shaking hands.
They were so close he could feel every hot breath of Julien’s ghosting across his face.
“Shhh.” Julien used both hands to tip Cinn’s chin up, then kissed his cheek. The strong honeyed scent of whiskey on Julien’s hot breath, warmth and spice, only served to heighten his arousal.
Julien tightened his grip on Cinn’s head. “Trust me. Follow my instructions and I promise you, I’ll make you come harder than you ever have in your entire life.” A shaky breath escaped Cinn’s lips. “Then I’ll do it all again.”
Subtle pressure applied to his shoulders had him dropping to the floor so quickly, his knees hit the wood with a thud. It may have been Julien’s hands that pushed him down, but it was definitelyhishands fumbling with Julien’s belt, his hands palming Julien’s hard length through his trousers, his hands reaching around Julien’s thighs, dragging him closer.
Cinn tugged down the layers of fabric, and Julien’s erection burst out of his briefs, slim yet lengthy, an echo of his tall, lean body, nestled within a groomed crop of dark hair.
“Hands behind your back,” Julien commanded, again in that honeyed whisper, and Cinn found himself doing exactly that, any last scrap of resolve to stay in control abandoned in favour of the heedless pleasure his body so desperately wanted to take.
When Cinn’s mouth dived straight for his cock, Julien laughed, lightly grasping Cinn’s hair to control his head, tugging him back so he couldn’t quite reach it.
Fucking maniac.
“Do you want me to suck your dick or not?” Cinn snapped, staring a challenge into Julien’s grey eyes.
Lifting it with his hand, Julien traced the outline of his closed lips with his swollen member. “Open up for me.”
Cinn obliged, parting his mouth to allow his tongue to dart out, to lick only the very tip retreating again, pressing his lips closed.
If Julien wanted to play games, then he would get what he deserved.
Although, he couldn’t deny that the soft moan he elicited from Julien went straight to his head, to his own balls, his own cock further swelling, scraping almost painfully against his jeans.
Julien’s fingers flew to Cinn’s mouth—trying to force it open?—but Cinn ducked his head away, diving for one of his balls.
He inhaled it into his wet, waiting mouth.
Sucked it.
Nipped it ever so gently.
Julien brought up his other hand so that both now clutched Cinn’s head, nails digging into his scalp as he gasped.
The tiny hint of this Julien—a version of him not entirely in control, even though he’d claimed to be—drove Cinn to see how far he could take it, to see how undone he could make him.
Drenching his tongue in as much saliva as possible, next Cinn mouthed up the entire underside of his cock, dragging his tongue as slowly as he could make himself, pausing on every inch of soft, velvety skin, licking and swirling. When he eventually reached his girthy head, leaking thick, salty precum, Julien’s grip on his hair became painfully tight, a slight tremble vibrating through his hand.
