“You know,” Julian purred, lifting the toy to my chest and letting me feel the gentle suction of it on the tip. “For someone sleeping with three men, you are not well versed in all the pleasures one can give. Is the mutt not satisfying your needs?”
“I…” my words stuck in my throat as he moved the toy from one nipple to the other, turning up the strength of the suction. Licking my lips, I rocked my hips letting my juices slide me back and forth along the ridges of his cock. “… fuck… Tate… piercings… don’t need…”
“Oh?” Julian arched a brow before flipping us once more, putting me beneath him before lowering the toy even further. He pulled my knees up, spreading my thighs wide before lining his tip up with my entrance. “I may not have metal shoved through my dick but I can do this.”
Suddenly, he pressed the suction of the toy to my clit at the same time as he pressed inside of me. Bracing one hand on my knee while the other held the toy, he watched himself slid in and out of me, drawing more and more obscene sounds from my throat.
My walls squeezed around him tightly, making every thrust for Julian a struggle until he groaned and tensed against me. Not to be taken out on his own, he did something that caused the suction to escalate and my back arched off the bed, my very soulfelt as if it were ripped from my body, liquid burst from between my thighs soaking the bed beneath us.
Finally, Julian clicked the toy off and my soul came crashing back into my body, wincing at the warm wet spot beneath me and the throbbing between my thighs.
I feared moving in case more liquid would come out along with the mess Julian had released inside of me. I’d never been happier to have a birth control implant than at that moment. My mother might have been more than happy to be a mom at around my age but I couldn’t see myself doing it. Not now, not ever.
“Hold on,” Julian instructed before climbing off the bed. I lazily watched the tight muscles of his ass while he walked out of the bedroom. He came back a few moments later with a towel and a wet wash cloth.
“Here,” he helped me move over so he could place the towel on the bed, soaking up the combination of both of our releases before gentle wiping between my folds, making me let out small sounds of pleasure.
When he was done, he pressed my back against his front, one arm under my head while the other laid on my hip. Then he said something that made my body tense and my heart race for a whole different reason, his voice soft and full of emotion.
“Promise me, Jack,” he began softly, “you’ll ask for help next time. Please. I couldn’t bear it if I lost you. Not again.”
Still trying to remember how to breathe, I clasped my hand over the one on my hip, leaning back against him.
“I promise.”
Chapter nine
Jack
Iendedupfallingasleep at Julian’s. By the time I got home, the sun was setting, which meant the likelihood my dads were up was low, but not impossible. I turned my bike off at the gate entrance and rolled it into my parking spot. Trying to step lightly, I made my way to the front door and gently turned the handle.
Unlocked.
Meaning someone was up already.
Damn.
Practically holding my breath, I crept across the threshold and made for the stairs, hoping to wash off the smell of what I’d been doing with Julian before anyone caught me. If I’d had clean clothes at his place, I’d have showered there first, then came home. But doing so now would have been pointless, since I’d have to either borrow his clothes or put the sex-stinking clothing back on, which both missed the point of not drawing attention to myself.
“Well look what the cat dragged in.”
I froze like a gazelle caught by a predator. Slowly, I twisted my body around to meet my mom’s amused expression as she sipped from a steaming cup of coffee. Seeing that I’d been caught, I let my shoulders relax and stepped back down the two steps I’d taken.
“Hey.”
Wearing a cream colored, wrap-around dress, her hair pulled up on her head in an elegant twist complimented by the soft make up on her face, I’d say she was about to be stuck in meetings with Antoine all day. Then my eyes fell on her bare feet on the hardwood floor.
“Where are your shoes?”
My mom glanced down at her feet and then laughed. “It’s a video call. No one’s going to see my feet. Where were you all day?” She politely didn’t sniff the air around me, though the look in her eyes told me she knew exactly what I’d been doing.
“I… uh… went to see my friend Xinyi.”
She arched a brow.
Not liking her silent judgement, I found myself spouting off. “You know, it’s hardly fair to push me into being more normal by going to college and then ripping me away from it just as I was making friends.”
Smirking, my mom gestured her coffee toward me. “Smells like you’re doing more than making friends. Or I’m making friends wrong.”
