Page 75 of Shameless

He lifts me up and down in a seesaw movement that causes his shaft to drag over my clit with every delicious thrust.

All it takes is mere seconds for me to explode. “Oh God.” I cry out.

“Fuck, that feels too good.”

Another hard thrust and Jules stills, following me over the edge. He pulses over and over, and I love the feeling of his warmth inside me.

Neither of us moves for a long moment. We’re still joined, our breaths still coming in fast and loud in the deserted boathouse.

“Can you stand?” Jules worries as he helps me back onto my feet.

“Barely,” I laugh. “You turned my knees into Jell-O.”

He takes my palm, resting it on his chest. His heart is hammering against it just as fast as mine. “You take my breath away, Luls. I love you.”

I say it back, I have no hesitation.

“We should get dressed,” I add, grabbing my discarded clothes from the floor. I walk carefully, if Jules’s release leaks out of me, I don’t have anything to wipe it off.

Of course he notices.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think this through, Luls. There’s nothing here for you to clean up with.” He looks around, opening a little storage cubby built into the wall next to where the new boat is kept. “Maybe there’s something we could use inside this old gym bag.”

I curl my nose, slightly disgusted. “Nah, that bag looks old as fuck. Besides, I don’t want to use some stranger’s gym clothes to wipe my privates.”

Jules lets go of the velcro that keeps the bag’s handles tied together. “You’re right. This bag might have been here since the Hudsons owned the club. This boathouse hasn’t been used since then. I’m sorry, Luls. If you want to wait here, I can run to the clubhouse and?—”

I take his hand, bringing his knuckles to my lips. “Don’t worry, Jules. I’ll be fine. I can wait until we’re back at the clubhouse and sneak into a bathroom. Later I’ll have to change for dinner anyway. Your mom insisted on having family dinner in the main restaurant and I know cut-off shorts don’t fly there, no matter who owns the club. Besides, I kinda like the idea of not cleaning up straight away. I like feeling you still inside me in a way.”

I don’t expect the effect my words have on my stepbrother.

He picks me up, like he did before, crushing his mouth on mine in a searing kiss.

“Fuck,” he growls, setting me back down slowly but keeping me in his arms. “You can’t say stuff like this, Luls. It makes me want to fuck you again.”

I can’t help the way my body reacts to Jules. “Why don’t you?” I surround his neck with my arms, coaxing him into another passionate kiss.

Jules chuckles, looking at his smart watch. “Our time is up. How mad do you think Crew will be if we stay here a while longer?”

As if summoned by Jules’s word, there’s a knock on the boathouse door. “Jules? Lula?”

“Has he been running a fucking timer?” Jules rolls his eyes. “It’s twenty minutes since we left him by the pool to the second.”

I shrug. “Maybe someone noticed we were gone?”

“Or he’s just a gigantic cock block and he’s enjoying interrupting us. Let’s pretend we didn’t hear him. Kiss me, Lula.”

Crew

Fucking Cutler.

That’ll teach me to be nice to him. The fucker doesn’t deserve a thing.

“I can hear you, Dipshit.” I raise my voice. “Get the fuck out of there, will you? Or next time I’ll see that your balls get so blue everyone will think you’re a fucking Smurf.”

I cross my arms over my chest, tapping my foot on the concrete of the docks.

The door to the boathouse opens and Cutler comes out, Lula is one step behind him but their fingers are laced together.

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