Page 84 of Without You

It feels damn near perfect, and that’s what scares me.

“I’m gonna come, Deacon,” he says, his voice full of indecision.

“Is that not the goal?” I tease. He drops his head to my shoulder, searching for restraint. So I ease up on him. “I’ll take it slow.”

Pulling my hands out of his pants, I’m surprised he makes a strangled noise at the loss of me. Gripping the edge of his polo shirt, I lift it off over his head, then grip his hips, using them to guide him to the door.

We shuffle through the randomly discarded clothes surrounding us in the doorway, and I inwardly chuckle at the fact we didn’t make it farther into the house.

Turning him, I wait for his back to face my front, and then I speak right into his ear. “Put your hands up and don’t move.”

He shudders, and I feel my cock stir at his anticipation. He raises his arms, and my eyes take in the way his back muscles flex with every move.

My hands gravitate to his skin, wanting to take my own personal tour. I drag my fingertips down his spine, enjoying the minute pebbles that form under my touch.

Stepping closer, I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck, my tongue licking his skin while my naked torso presses against his.

I move my lips across the span of his shoulder as my arms slip around his waist, and my fingers hook into the waistband of his underwear. My body is slightly broader than Julian’s, allowing me to look over his shoulder, which gives me a perfect view of my hands freeing his heavy cock from the confining material.

I feel his body rise and fall with every shortened breath as I circle his dick with my hand; the power I hold over him in this moment hardening my own cock completely.

His tip glistens with pre-come and I can’t help but roll my thumb over his crown. “How do you think you taste?” I taunt. I bring my thumb up to his mouth, and his tongue circles the sticky digit, the same way he teased my cock. “Do you taste as good as me?”

He turns his head to me, capturing my mouth with his, wordlessly inviting me to taste him myself. It’s a hint of sweet and sour, and our tongues do a delighted dance, wanting nothing more than to devour and dominate.

Julian grabs my hand and pushes it back onto his cock.

“Hard,” he rushes out against my mouth. “Squeeze me hard.”

My grip tightens as I begin to firmly stroke him. My fist moves up and down while my tongue moves in and out.

Pulling us apart, I look down at our connection, mesmerized by the contrast of his soft skin and the thick, solid feel of his hard shaft. I get lost watching Julian move his hips, rocking them for friction, fervently fucking my fist.

“Ah fuck,” he groans, letting his head fall back on my shoulder. “Please, don’t stop.”

I latch my mouth onto his shoulder, sucking his skin while moving my hand faster; desperate to see him unhinged.

It only takes a few more strokes for his body to convulse in my arms and drench my hand with his orgasm. I loosen my mouth’s hold on him, gently licking instead of sucking, holding him as he slowly comes down from his high.

I wrap my free arm around his torso, my hand landing directly over his heart. Julian surprises me when he covers my hand with his.

We both stand there, the beat of his heart like a constant between us. Basking in the afterglow of finally feeling you’re exactly where you were always supposed to be.

We’re here, together, alive, and against all odds, we could make one another happy.

“Come to Seattle with me,” I say while resting my chin on top of his shoulder.

“Is that your orgasm talking?”

“No.” I awkwardly disentangle myself from him, picking up a shirt and wiping my hands on it. “Can we clean up first?” I ask. “Then you can hear me out.”

“That’s probably the best idea,” he muses, tucking himself back into his pants. “Do you want to jump in the shower with me?”

My eyes dart around the house, and I see little pieces of Rhett lying around; on the shelves, in a photo, probably in the bathroom and the bedroom too.

I hate that I’m jealous of my own brother right now, but unless I want to make this awkward and make Julian think I regret what just happened, I need to steer clear of anything that has the potential to sour my mood.

“I’ll just wait for you to go first,” I tell him.

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