Stop her, stop her, stop her?—
She has all the power here. More power than anyone has ever had over me.
She brings my tip to her lips and sucks it softly, swirling her tongue in tempting circles. I groan as I stare down at her, hair messy, cheeks red, confidence blazing from every inch. She bobs her head up and down, making beautiful muffled moaning noises as she goes as deep as she can on my shaft.
She strokes the rest of me. Eyes open the whole time, staring up, seeing the effect she has on me. Even with my dick in her mouth, she’s smiling like she knows who’s the boss in this moment.
I grip the sheets as her tempo grows faster, her hand working so fast I can already feel the release swelling up inside of me. It’s like I haven’t erupted in days, not hours.
She slows down, kisses my tip. “Is it wuh-working?” She moans, her hand still busy between her thick, glorious thighs. “Do you feel better?”
“Hmm,” I groan, the only noise I can produce. I make more effort. “Fuck. Yes.”
She goes fast again, pumping her hand on my base, sucking my head. I stare between our bodies at her hand, busily rubbing between her legs. As my seed rushes up inside of me, she gasps and creams in her jeans. Her whole body quakes as I explode into her mouth.
There’s a moment of hesitation. Is she going to swallow? Then she slips her handintoher jeans, finds her wet pussy, and draws more pleasure out of herself as her throat shifts in time with the flow of my release.
Afterwards, I fall back. Breathing hard. World spinning like it’s never going to settle.
She stands, wipes her mouth, and looks at me with confusion in her eyes.
“I didn’t plan on doing that,” she whispers, as if she can’t believe the effect we have on each other.
“I know the feeling,” I snarl, standing and walking around her. I give her a wide berth because, even though my manhood has wilted, I know I’ll be ready to take her again in no time at all.
“Get your things,” I go on. “Then I’ll give you a ride home. After?—”
“Don’t say anything we can’t come back from,” she cuts in.
She’s right. I sigh, nod. “Tomorrow can take care of itself. But we need to respect Julian’s wishes. This is already messier than we ever should’ve let it get.”
She sighs… and then nods. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess we should try.”
Neither of us wants to.
Both of us have to.
CHAPTER 21
CELINE
Three days shouldn’t feel like a lifetime, but as Julian drives me to work for the third afternoon in a row, I can’t deny that time is playing some not-so-funny tricks. After I lost my mind and went down on Damian, he drove me home, our conversation stilted, a fresh awkwardness between us because we were both holding so much back.
“I’ll pick you up as usual,” Julian says, voice clipped. We’ve hardly spoken, though I’ve been staying at his place this entire time. I reach for the door handle, then Julian mutters, “Getting closer to the big day.”
Big day? Oh, Christmas.
Whoopee dee doo. “Guess so.”
“Wait,” he mutters.
I lean back in my chair, eyebrow raised. “Yeah?”
“Are you okay? You don’t seem like your usual self.”
I don’t even need to say anything in response to this. I just fold my arms and look at him.
He sighs, scratching his face in a manic way, like he’s looking for something for his hands to do. “I get it. That’s a stupid question.”
