Page 50 of The Player Penalty
He chuckles at my order before his expression softens. He leans over me and kisses the inside of my thigh, moving up and up and-
I shriek. My back arches as his licks continue. Kissing is wonderful, while this is a gift straight from the heavens. My hips jerk while Julian licks and sucks at my very center. A finger slowly enters and moves within me, keeping to the same rhythm as his tongue.
It doesn’t take long before I screech and shudder underneath him. Julian’s finger withdraws, and he kisses my thigh once more. His hot breath leaves a tingle down my skin. “Another one,” he says.
We repeat the same dance a second time and then a third.
I moan his name, although I could not say whether that was a request to continue or a plea to stop.
Finally, after he drags more from my body than I thought possible, I lay there, completely spent.
Julian pulls back and unzips his pants. His hand repeatedly jerks, and my spell breaks. I pull myself back up to watch. Our eyes meet, and he shudders.
His glazed eyes fall from mine to the table beneath me. Wordlessly, I hand over his shirt, and he wipes it clean.
“I’ve never done that before,” he says with a shaky voice. Julian places a hand on the table for support before quickly removing it.
“That was amazing.” My voice matches his, coming out in a wispy gasp.
Julian’s smile is both lazy and satisfied. He strokes my thigh one last time. “We’re going to enjoy each other. A lot.”
I jump down and wonder if he’ll take me home. Technically, my reason for being with him is over. It’s not that late yet, but Sarah’s words return. Julian’s house is a mystery to everyone except for me.
“I can take you home,” he starts and finger-combs his hair back into place. “I’d prefer you stay a little longer.”
There’s school in the morning. “I can stay longer.”
“Good. Hold on.” Julian disappears into his mysterious bedroom and returns with two shirts. He hands one over and says, “This will be more comfortable than that dress.”
Julian turns his back while I change, leaving the dress folded in the same spot I previously occupied. It belongs to Sara, and now I wonder if she’ll let me keep it.
“It feels mundane after what we did, but how about some popcorn and a video game?” he offers.
It sounds perfect. “You’ll lose, and no salt, please.”
“How can you eat popcorn without salt?”
“Easily.”
We end up sitting next to each other, my legs draped over his knees and a blanket covering us both.
“We need to find another game,” he says after I win another round.
“Why would we do that when I’m so brilliant at destroying you?”
He points at my face. “That right there. That’s why.”
“Are you this competitive on the track?”
Julian laughs at my question. “Put on a headset at the next race. You’ll hear me be competitive then.”
“In the meantime, prepare to lose again.”
I never put my panties back on.
20-Julian
“Where’s Sarah?”
