“Aww, am I distracting you?” Jules sassed, thrusting against me and then grinding closer.
“You are in so much trouble,” I threatened, sighing in relief as the doorfinallygave a welcoming chime and swung open in front of us.
“Yeah?” Jules snickered, locking the door behind us and then wrapping his arms around my waist. Threading the fingers from his left hand in my hair, Jules pulled my head down for a dirty kiss while his other hand snaked around to grip my ass and give it a squeeze. “Not exactly sure what you thought we were going to be doing after a meal like that.”
I snorted and scooped Jules into my arms. Taking a couple of steps to get close enough to toss him on the bed, I detoured toward my bathroom. “Sometimes life gets a little dirty. We’ll put down a towel.”
Jules’s eyes widened for a split second before he grinned and dropped his hands to start stripping off his clothes. By the time I was back, he was naked and spread-eagle in the center of the bed, his hard cock peeking out through his fist. “That was quick.”
“Was it?” I smirked, tossing him the towel and toeing off my shoes. “You got more done than I did.”
Jules twitched his shoulder in a half-shrug and batted his eyes in an over-the-top faux innocent expression. “What can I say? I’ve been dreaming about sinking into your ass for days.”
My hole twitched at the promise. I whipped my belt free and shoved my pants and briefs down with one hand and tried to pull my button-down off with the other. Sadly, the buttons stubbornly refused to budge and the shirt caught on my head, blinding me.
“Fuck!” I huffed, yanking harder on the fabric trapping my head only to lose my balance and tip forward with my legs still trapped in my slacks. Completely immobilized by my own clothing, I pitched over. I braced myself for the impact with the floor but was caught in strong arms.
“Are you okay?” Jules sounded concerned.
Gentle hands tugged my shirt back down, uncovering my face and allowing me to watch as Jules sank gracefully to his knees to pull my slacks the rest of the way off. Once they were pooled on the floor, I stepped out of them and began to unbutton my shirt, trying to ignore the flush that I could feel rising in my cheeks.
“Well, that was embarrassing as hell,” I groaned, finally pulling the shirt free. “Thanks for the save.”
Jules smiled but his brow was still slightly furrowed, his bottom lip was trapped in his teeth as he stared up at me. Sighing, I reached down to pull him to his feet, pressing our naked bodies together. “I’m fine, really.” I leaned my forehead against his, holding his gaze. “Just embarrassed.”
Jules smiled again, this one reaching his eyes. “It was pretty amazing,” he admitted with a small laugh. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were one hungry bottom.”
When my dick twitched, Jules’s eyes widened again. “Oh, shit. I was teasing but you really are, aren’t you?”
Dipping my face into his neck, I bit lightly on the muscle there. “Not really, no,” I disputed. “I am a versatile person but I usually top.” I moved to the other side of his neck, adding another bite. “But the thought of you inside me is hot as fuck.”
Jules moaned and thrust against me, rubbing his hard flesh against mine before he pulled back, his cheeks flushed. “Then get that ass in the air, mister!”
My dick jumped again, splattering a string of precum against my stomach. “Yes, sir.” I sauntered over and leaned down, spreading my legs to show off my assets as I brought one knee at a time up on to the mattress. The whispered curse from behind me told me my ploy had worked.
“Damn, that is one gorgeous butt,” Jules muttered, shoving me forward with one hand between my shoulder blade and pulling my legs further apart with the other. “Limits?”
Looking back over my shoulder, I cocked a brow. “What did you have in mind?”
Jules gave me another of his terrible fake innocent shrug looks. “I didn’t get any dessert so…”
He trailed off and I had to bite back a laugh.
“First you were worried about making a mess and now you want to eat my ass?”
Jules shrugged again and I winked at him. “I think I can take anything you can dish out but if I’m wrong, my safe word is flubber.”
“Flubber?” Jules tried not to laugh but failed, shaking his head. “Why?”
Then I was the one with the faux-innocent look, a much better one than his as I batted my eyes. “Well, because flubber is almost never something I think about during sex.”
“Almost?” Jules snickered again.
Before I could shoot off a smart mouth response, his smirk took a devious turn and he dropped his face without warning. All it took was one wet lick for me to forget what I was going to say. And when that talented mouth began nibbling on my long-neglected pucker? Yeah, I couldn’t have strung two words together and that’s assuming that I remembered what we were even talking about.
Julian
Let’s be honest. When Chuck agreed to let me take his ass, I assumed it was just a joke. When I teased him about being a needy bottom and his dick started dancing, I figured he was going to top me from the bottom. After all, Alphas aren’t really known for being, well, submissive, you know? So, when Chuck held the position I shoved him down into, I was more than a little surprised. And when I swiped my tongue over his tight littlepucker and he began whimpering but stayed where I’d put him? Color me excited.
