Page 17 of Stuck with a Billionaire Rockstar

All I need to focus on right now is making Brent feel good, and maybe I’ll be next.

One could hope, at least.

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Brent

I knew the moment Julia's mouth wrapped around my cock that this wasn’t the wisest decision. She’s unsure with her movements, eyebrows dipping in concentration as she bobs her head slowly along my rock-hard length, and I’ve never found anything sexier than the way she looks at this moment. The way her blonde hair looks wrapped around my hand, her breasts bouncing, and her tongue gliding over my head – it’s all enough to get me drunk on her.

I’ve already gotten myself into enough trouble, so why on earth do I keep putting myself in more?

Julia gags, her throat clenching around my length, and my vision shifts from the pleasure coursing through me. A soft groan slips from my lips and her eyes snap to mine, blazing like an inferno, as she slowly pulls away from me before sinking back down. She hollows her cheeks out, the action only making the flush over her skin more apparent, and I tug at the strands of her hair.

I suck in a sharp breath, then pull until I hear my cock pop out of her mouth. She pants in front of me, saliva slipping down the corner of her mouth, and the sight has my spine tingling wildly. “Wrap your hand around the bottom,” I rasp. Julia looks down at my erection, placing her hand just where I told her to, then looks up at me for confirmation. “That’s good. Now, sink your mouth back onto me and move your hand along with it, squeezing gently.”

It’s so much more intense knowing that I have to coax her through the moment and help her understand what feels good for me while also making sure she feels good. The movement has me snapping my attention down to her arm, which is moving toward her pussy, and that has me feeling as though I’m ready to burst.

At first, Julia struggles to get her movements in sync with each other, but that doesn’t take away from the pleasure. My blood is buzzing loudly in my ears, air sizzling with need and desire, and I’m drowning in bliss. I tighten my hold on her hair and shift my hips, penetrating her throat further, and without any direction from me, Julia removes her hand from my cock before pulling away.

I’m lost in the sight of her as she runs her tongue slowly up and down my length, her gaze searing into mine, and it’s enough to have my release cradling closer to the edge. She’s about to sink back onto me, but I tug at her hair and halt the movement. “I’m going to come,” I hiss. With her lack of experience, I’m not sure spilling down her throat is what she had in mind for the night, and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.

She only smirks at my statement and shrugs her shoulders before shaking my hand away from her hair, the strands cascading like a waterfall in front of her face, then swallows around me. Everything I thought I knew about moments like this flies out the window because none of them compare to the way Julia’s mouth feels on me, and I’m afraid things might be far more complicated than ever thought they would be. I don’t have to think about it, though, because Julia does this thing with her tongue, swirling it eagerly around the head of my cock, and I shudder from the orgasm that hits me.

She watches me with fascination as I spill down her throat, my muscles clenching and unclenching with it, and a loud grunt fills the room before I sag against the bed. The moment isn’t over yet, though. Julia pushes away from me, her throat bobbing as she swallows everything I gave her, and I lean up with a smirk on my face.

“Lay down, Julia. I think it’s my turn.”

Julia shakes her head with a frown and chuckles, like this is a funny moment, and says, “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m good.”

I narrow my eyes at her, then drift my gaze to her thighs, that are clenched together tightly before looking back into her eyes. “Oh, is that so?” She nods in response, arms crossing over her chest, and I shake my head. “Uh uh. You want to know how I know that’s not the case, Julia?” Her gaze penetrates mine, daring me to continue, and I do just that. “Your thighs are a dead give away, how eager they are to give you the friction you’re desperately craving.” I place my hand over her inner thighs and trail my fingers over the thick skin, smiling at the goosebumps that pebble up in response. “You want so much more, and I want to know who didn’t give it to you.”

She swallows thickly and blinks, surprised at my reaction. “Uh, that’s not important.”

“I’ll find out eventually, but until then, I need you to lie back for me.”

Julia glances at the spot I was in moments ago, then brings her heated gaze back to mine as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and slowly maneuvers around me to lay on her back. The green I bought for her is torn down the middle at the top, so as she gets herself comfortable, I rip it the rest of the way down so that she’s bare in front of me.

Her bottom lip trembles as she watches me crawl between her legs, and I slide up her body until I’m hovering over her. “If this makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.” I mean that wholeheartedly, too. I’d hate to do anything she’s not comfortable with; that would only make our moments together unenjoyable, and that’s not what I want.

I want her to be drip with pleasure that I coax out of her.

Julia takes a deep and ragged breath, then nods. “I want you to, but it’s not something anyone has ever done to me before.”

“Excuse me?”

Her cheeks heat, and she shakes her head. “Forget I said anything?”

“Not a chance,” I growl out, stroking my fingers against her ribs as I dip them lower and over her belly. “Why would anyone not pleasure you in the ways you deserve, Julia?” She gasps when I reach low enough to press the pad of my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in small circles, and I shake my head. “Such a shame. Those weren’t men you were with, Buttercup. You’ll understand the difference soon enough.”

I lean down and dip my tongue into her collarbone, then glide it up the length of her neck and suck the skin into my mouth, all while continuing to rub small circles over her clit. She rocks her hips into me, shudders wracking through her body at the sensations rolling through her, and I tug at her ear lobes with my teeth. “You’re going to beg me for more. Are you ready for that?”

She nods, eyes glazed over from sheer want, and rocks her hips violently against my thumb. Her mouth pops open with a strangled noise, and I use that momentum to press my lips against the curve of her breasts. I dip my tongue into her belly button as I slide down her body until I come to a stop just above my thumb.

As soon as I flick my tongue over her clit, she wraps her legs over my back, and her breath hitches. The taste of her against my tongue, sweet as honey, has my eyes rolling back, and I groan while digging my fingers into her thighs to pull her closer to me. Her legs tightening around my head leaves me without a place to escape, and I wouldn’t want to.

There’s no way I’d leave this place, not when her arousal is coating my chin, and I’m desperate for more of it. Her breaths come in and out faster, a sheen of sweat coating her sun-kissed skin, and I shift my tongue over to gather the sweet saltiness into my mouth. I’ve never been so intoxicated by someone before, let alone the taste of their sweat mingled with arousal, and I’m dying for another hit.

Will I ever stop wanting more?

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