“I guess?”
Another chuckle. He leans down and kisses me, his lips working gently against mine for a moment before he slips his tongue out to brush with mine. The action is more sweet than passionate and I have no idea what to do with my hands, so I just kind of stand there and let him kiss me. After a moment, he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed and his breaths quickened.
“I said we didn’t have to—”
“I want to,” I blurt, running my hand down his chest. “I wantyou.”
“No more doubts?”
“Of course I have doubts, but not about you.” I grasp one of his hands and bring it up to my chest to rest over my heart. “This—you and me—is right. I can feel it.”
He grins and there’s a warm affection in his eyes, but also a hint of uncertainty. “Should we, um, move to the bed?”
I open my mouth to agree to the change of venue, but my gaze catches on a steak of glitter on Julien’s wrist. “Is the shower in here big enough for two?” I lift his hand and point out the sparkly scourge. “Unless you want to spend the rest of the month covered in this crap.”
“I wouldn’t mind the extra sparkle, but I’m not going to turn down the opportunity to get you wet and naked.” He grabs my hand and tugs me toward the bathroom.
The bathroom is mostly white tile and black marble, with a huge glass-doored shower that’s definitely big enough for both of us. Julien walks over and locks the door that connects to the other bedroom. He stops at the shower to turn on the water, then prowls toward me with a heated look on his face.
He lifts my shirt off over my head and tosses it somewhere over his shoulder, then pushes at the waistband of my sweats until they fall to the floor. His gaze skims my body, his hands following the same path over my arms, my chest, my stomach, my sides… He hooks his fingers into my boxers and tugs them off, my cock springing free and bobbing between us. His eyes widen in appreciation and darken with hunger.
He takes a step back, lust flashing in his eyes, as he drinks me in from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. “You’re perfect.”
Heat gathers in my cheeks, and I avert my gaze. “Not really.”
Julien growls and crowds me back against the tile, then tips my chin up with his fingers until I meet his gaze. “You are everything I never knew I wanted.”
That phrasing gives me pause.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask.
His cheeks flush, and he glances away. “I’ve never… with a man.”
“Wait a second,” I say, my voice going flat and all my insecurities flooding back. “You mean you’re not even gay? That the fates stuck you with someone you’re not even—”
“The fatesgiftedme with you,” he says firmly. He takes my hand and presses it to the front of his pants, his arousal obvious. “Just because you’re unexpected, that doesn’t mean you’re not wanted. I’ve found men attractive before, just never acted on it.”
“Oh,” I say softly.
“What am I going to do with you? You’re this odd combination of sweet innocence and prickly belligerence. I never quite know how you’re going to react to things.” He chuckles and gives me a fond smile. “Let’s get in the shower and I’ll show youexactlyhow much I want you.”
He makes short work of unbuttoning his shirt and removing his own clothes, then stands there before me, a breathtaking vision of golden skin over corded muscle. His cock juts away from his body, hard and ready and absolutely mouthwatering. I step toward him, beginning to lower to my knees, but he tugs me upward and pulls me close instead.
“I want to take care ofyou,” he says, running his hands down my back and cupping my ass, kneading it with a firm grip. His lips find mine, drawing me into a hungry kiss as he slides the glass shower door open and maneuvers us both inside and under the water.
The warm water falls around us, steaming up the glass and relaxing my muscles. I close my eyes and relax into Julien’s hold. He reaches over to grab the soap, then runs it over my shoulders, my arms, my stomach, my ass...
Wrapping a soapy hand around my cock, Julien gives it a gentle tug and I almost fall over with the jolt of pleasure that rockets through me. Lazily, he continues stroking me as he puts the soap aside and then urges me backward so the water falls overs my shoulders. He releases my cock and, as the soap suds wash away, he nips and licks at my now clean skin, finally ending up on his knees before me. He presses his face to the crease of my thigh, smiling as his nose brushes against my erection.
The sight of this large man, a blond Adonis, kneeling before me is amazingly hot, but there’s still a tiny part of me that feels awkward about it. I’m not used to being worshiped—I don’t know if there’s any other word for what Julien’s doing—and I’m not so sure I deserve it.
I rub my hand over his cheek. “You don’t have—”
The rest of my—admittedly weak—protest is wiped away as he wraps his lips around my cock and takes me into his mouth, sliding slowly down, then pulling back while pressing his tongue along the underside. My mind is lost to the haze of sensation created by the slick heat of his mouth and the flickers of his tongue. I let out a low groan as he wraps his hand around the base of my cock and starts bobbing his head in a steady rhythm.
If Julien hadn’t told me, I would have never known this was his first time giving a blow job. Granted, I haven’t been on the receiving end of many, butholy shit. I now fully and completely understand the cliché of making up for lack of experience with enthusiasm.
In less than a minute, my legs are shaking and I’m dizzy and whimpering with the desire to come, my muscle straining as my balls tighten with the impending release. I want to warn him. Ishouldwarn him. But there’s no time. In less than a second, I explode, the world going white around me as I come down Julien’s throat with a full body shudder.
