Page 13 of Simply You & Me

I can't help but grind into him with each thumping bass of their home speaker. This is far better than the club earlier. My head tilts, loving the way his stubbly cheeks scratch my soft skin. A subtle shift out of the corner of my eye snaps me back into reality. Gabby and Rylee have migrated away from us and are locked in a messy game of ping-pong with Tate and Zach.

"I need to pee," I whimper, not knowing how else to end this little slice of heaven. Julian kisses my neck, lingering long enough to drench my panties.

"Wyatt is using the bathroom down here. I'll show you where the other one is, Sweetness." Before I can respond, his palm is in mine, and I'm following him up the stairs. I sway slightly, my veins vibrating, making me giggle. "What's so funny? You aren't laughing at me, are you?"

I go to protest, not wanting him to be upset, but the world flips. Blinking back my rising confusion, I realize it's me who has flipped. "Hey!" I giggle and swat his ass where I hang over his shoulder.

"Careful, Addie, or I'll finally give your ass that spanking you were panting over earlier." Julian's words slur, yet his strides are sure as we pass a bathroom. As if sensing my thoughts, he says, "Toilet isn't working in that one."

I stay silent even though I'm almost positive he's lying about the toilet. I want to see where this goes so badly, I don't even care how much this position is hurting my thighs. My jagged edges don't hurt so much with Julian around.

He sets me down before we climb the next staircase. My itty bitty sober thoughts tell me it's a good idea since we are both pretty drunk. But the horny side of me pouts at not being wrapped around him. I follow silently, nibbling on my lip as we pass a few cracked doorways. The one at the end of the hall is wide open, and he's steering me through the bedroom and to the ensuite without turning the lights on.

"Go. I'll wait here," he whispers, nudging me toward the bathroom. A nervous giggle slips free, not quite sure what to do. "Sweetness. You going to tell me why you're laughing at me again?"

The light from the hallway allows me to see his naughty smirk, helping my hussy side rise to his challenge. Fuck, it's been so long.

"I lied too, Julian. I don't need to use the bathroom."

"And what did I lie about?" His hand wraps around the edge of his bedroom door, the shadows sharpening his cheekbones.

I gulp, swallowing back unwanted thoughts. "The toilet downstairs isn't broken, is it?" My voice is breathy and thick with want. Just as my accusation fades, he slams the door hard enough to rattle my teeth. Surrounded in darkness and the scent of his detergent, my mind quiets, and my body sparks to life.

The heat of Julian's fingers trails from my collarbone and around my back as his body molds to mine. A groan from his chest vibrates my ribs when I grind my ass into his hardening cock behind me.

"What are you insinuating, Adelyn? That I lured you into my bedroom so I could finally have a taste of your sweetness? Do you believe I brought you in here so I could eat the tastiest treat I’ve ever laid eyes on?" Julian nips my neck, startling a shocked moan from my lips. "You'd be right, Addie."

I can smell the vodka on his breath, heightening the heat in my chest from all the drinks I've had tonight. "Please," I whimper, his teeth nibbling on my earlobe.

"Please, what, sweetie? Use your words."

My shoulders relax as I all but melt into him. Julian's fingers trail along the waistband of my jeans, and my clit pulses, begging for his touch. "M-make me feel good, Julian. Please!" I gasp, my hips lurching forward into the hand now cupping my core.

"So warm, so needy, hmm?" I nod in response. "You want me to fuck you, Addie?" I nod again, crying out when he pinches my nipple.

The harsh pain turns to molten fucking lava. My tummy swoops in anticipation. "Yes, f-fuck me, please, Julian!"

"As you wish, sweetie." The nickname is so at odds with the way he's touching me. His sweet words, combined with the rough way Julian flicks open the button of my pants and shoves them down, have my mind short-circuiting. "Bend over so I can have my treat."

Holy fuckity, fuck. I do as instructed, the booze stronger than any sane thought. Ass in the air and jeans wrapped around my ankles, I place my palms on the bed in front of me.

I am keen when I feel his thick fingers between my thighs right before the bottoms of my lacy bodysuit snap open. The cool air of the room against my heated core has me fucking shivering.

"Mm, that's convenient," Julian's rumble of appreciation chases away the cold air.

My response turns into a cry of pleasure and shock when his hot tongue swipes through my folds. "Julian!"

Thankfully, when he grabs my thighs to steady me, he holds the backs—my cuts untouched. I swear I can feel his smirk against my heated flesh, but when his lips latch onto my clit, he sucks hard enough I'm throttled into another fucking universe. Just as I feel his fingers thrust into me, I'm. Gone.

"So tasty, Addie. You did so good, sweetie. You're gonna come on my cock next." My legs wobble when the head of his dick nudges me. "You want more, Addie? Use your words."

I don't even try to lift my upper body off the sheets, too blissed out to move. "More. Yes, please. M-more!" I'm ready for him to shove his way inside my greedy pussy, yet when he grips my hips, Julian bends and trails his lips along my spine. His praises bring a gentle smile to my lips as I close my eyes to savor the sensation of his body.

"So good, Sweetness. I'll be good to you, I promise."

I don't doubt him. The stretch burns so good; he's bigger than I've had before. The aftershocks of my orgasm ripple around him, forcing him further, deeper. When his thighs meet mine, we shudder simultaneously.

"Hold on tight, Adelyn."

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