Page 80 of Romance Languages

“Jules?” I peeked up. He was absolutely dazed. He’d taken a big hit off nature’s most powerful drug.

“Present,” he said while catching his breath.

“Damn.” I wished I were more eloquent in this moment. “That was…wow.”

Nice one, Seamus. Damn. Wow. My, you’re so well-spoken.

Julian sat up, stars in his eyes, face flushed. He didn’t try and cover himself up.

“Do we need to take care of you?” he asked.

“I’m good.”

He looked down at my crotch, where I was absent-mindedly stroking my ragingly hard cock. No wonder I could only speak monosyllabically. All my blood had left one head and gone right for the other one.

Julian wrapped a hand around my cock, a plan clicking together on his face.

“Get on the bed.” He nudged his head, and I didn’t need to be told twice.

I lay down, expecting a masterful blow job, but instead, Julian lifted my legs, just as I had done to him. My body tensed up.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Um, yeah?” I thought of what Hutch had said, how this was the most vulnerable position a guy could be in. He was one hundred percent right. “We can check it off your list.”

He stood up and sat beside me on the bed.

“Forget the list for a second. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

I squeezed Julian’s hand. “I’m comfortable with you.”

He was someone I wanted to be vulnerable with. I had already shared my deep, dark secret with him, and he hadn’t run.

I rolled backward and threw my legs in the air. Julian got back into position.

And then I lost consciousness. Was it possible to black out from sheer pleasure? His tongue swept over my hole, unlocking new levels of desire. Now I got why he was a squirrely, panting mess minutes ago.

“Whoa.” I slammed my head back as Julian went to town on my ass. Everything I’d done to him, he was doing to me. Plugging me with his fingers, slicking me with his tongue.

I saw every damn star in the galaxy, and in a few minutes, I was going to shoot out the Milky Way.

“Jules. Holy shit.” I pulled my legs against my chest to give him the best workspace possible. Goosebumps blanketed my body.

Why were straight guys so afraid of anyone coming near their butts? They were missing out.

Julian fucked me with his tongue. My balls tightened, and like a maniac, I jerked myself with both hands. I put my foot on the accelerator and raced to Climax Town.

He reached up to my dick until he saw I had it covered. I fucked my fist as the orgasm took full hold of me, making every cell tense.

“Come for me,” he said.

I let out a groan that emptied all the air from my lungs. I shot so hard, I gave myself a facial.

“Wow.” Julian handed me the tissue box on his nightstand.

“Wow,” I said definitively.

If rimming was this life-changing, then what would sex be like?

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