Page 31 of Scandalous Contract
I bit my lip, holding back a smirk. He was the reason the ride turned bumpy, not the tires.
The guy nodded. “Alright, man. Drive safe.”
With that, he drove off, his taillights disappearing down the dark road. Julian climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car. From his stoic expression, you wouldn’t have guessed he’d just been on his knees in the back seat of the car, making me come hard against his mouth.
He kept his promise. He behaved the entire drive to my rental. Not once did he look my way. It was me who found it impossible to take my eyes off him. I couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of his tongue working its magic on me.
I couldn’t stop imagining what his cock would feel like sliding against my tongue. By the time he pulled up in front of my rental, I was already craving more. Ready for round two. Julian cut the engine and stepped out, moving around to open my door.
I placed my hand in his, letting him help me out. I expected him to release my hand once I was out of the car. He didn’t. And I didn’t pull away. We walked toward the front door together, his palm warm against mine.
I pressed the security code into the door panel and opened the front door. Releasing his hand, I stepped into the house and tossed my phone and keys onto the couch. Julian followed, moving just enough to the side so I could close and lock the door behind us.
I turned and came up short. He was right there, right in front of me. Too close. Towering over me, making it where all I could see was him, all I could feel was him. This man was too intoxicating to be real.
Yet, here he stood before me, flesh and blood. As real as real could get. He placed his hands on my hips, steering me gently, guiding me until my back was pressed against the door. My breath hitched, heart racing as he leaned in, his voice low, deep.
“I behaved as you asked,” he murmured.
My stomach flipped. I already knew what was coming next. It was time for me to return the favor as promised.
“Now, I want what you promised.”
I swallowed, the heat between us suffocating.
“Right here?” I asked, voice softer than I intended, a blush creeping over my skin.
“Right here,” he confirmed, taking a small step back.
I watched, breathless, as his hands went to his belt. His fingers worked the buckle loose, then moved to his button, popping it open, the sound of his zipper lowering sent a shiver down my spine. He unbuttoned his pants but didn’t pull them down. All the while, his gaze never left mine.
Then, he demanded in that deep voice of his, “On your knees, Ms. Adams.”
Gush!My core tightened, a deep throb pulsing between my legs. I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t overthink. Didn’t give myself a chance to. I sank to my knees in front of Julian Cattaneo, ready for him to fill my mouth with every inch of his cock.
Julian didn’t break eye contact as he reached for his shirt, removing it and tossing it onto the couch. My mouth watered as I counted his abs. He looked carved from stone, all broad shoulders, ripped pecs, and a six-pack so defined I wanted to trace my tongue over every ridge.
He shoved both his slacks and boxers down in one fluid motion and kicked them aside. He stood before me now, clad only in black socks. Gaze dropping to his cock, my lips parted on a silentoh, fuck.
I’d had expectations, but this? I wasn’t mentally prepared for this. I’d seen the tent in his pants, so I’d known he’d be big. But this was something else. This was... this was... where the hell was I supposed to stuff all of this?
This was the kind of cock that should come with a warning label.Warning: May rearrange your guts and your gums.Thick and long, his cock stood at full attention, veins visible, the head swollen and flushed, already glistening at the tip, desperate for relief.
My eyes flicked from his dick to his face, then back down. I was pretty sure his length was casting a shadow over my face. That’s how big he was. Julian smirked like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I’m sure he was used to this reaction. Did he enjoy watching women mentally prepare for what he was about to do to them? The challenge was unspoken, but I saw it in his eyes. What he didn’t know about me was that I never backed down from a challenge. If this was the cOck-lympics, then I was aiming for a gold, not a bronze medal.
I’d rather have his cock break my jaw than admit to defeat. So, I did what any self-respecting, grown-ass woman would do. I leaned in and licked the tip. That cocky smirk evaporated instantly, his breath rushing from him in a harsh hiss.
This was my way of saying:challenge accepted. I wouldn’t consider myself the victor until I’d damn near swallowed him whole. I kept my eyes locked with his as I dragged my tongue over the swollen head, slow and teasing, tasting the salt of his arousal.
My hands slid up his thighs, nails grazing his skin as I inched closer to my target. I felt him shiver under my fingertips. I twirled my tongue around the tip of him as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock.
He was so damn thick. I gave his cock a gentle squeeze. His body tensed, his jaw clenching. I ran my tongue along the underside, tracing the veins, mapping out every inch of him the same way he’d mapped out every inch of my pussy.
He stood rigid, fists clenched, and I could tell he was struggling to hold back. I would let him continue to struggle. Soon, he’d break and fuck my throat as he promised. Until then, I would have fun with him. I opened my mouth and took him in. The curse he emitted was low, guttural.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned.
