Page 120 of The Shadows Beyond
Dark clouds covered Julien’s eyes, so Cinn grabbed his face to kiss his forehead. “Putit on,” he whispered.
With careful fingers, Julien placed the disk onto the turntable and delicately lowered the needle. The heartbeat sound of Pink Floyd’s “Speak to Me” soon filled the room. Cinn climbed onto Julien’s lap, straddling it. He placed one hand on Julien’s chest. A soft smile broke out on Julien’s face as he returned the gesture.
“You’re really quite exceptional, you know.” Julien tugged off Cinn’s beanie to run his fingers through his hair. His tongue glided over Cinn’s lower lip before he placed it between his teeth. Then Julien pulled back to meet his eyes. Gave him a considering look. “Did you like it last time, in Paris? Like me being in control?”
Far too much.
Since Paris, his late-night fantasies had often wandered in a Julien-shaped direction.
Fantasies of Julien’s voice directing him,commandinghim.
Fantasies of being tortured for hours as Julien made him wait and wait and wait to climax.
Fantasies of being tied up.
“You’re all good,” Cinn whispered. “I’ll tell you otherwise.” After a satisfied smirk, Julien’s mouth reached for his lips. Cinn ducked his head away. “But are we going to do it on the floor again, or do I get treated to a bed this time?”
“I think you just about deserve a mattress,” Julien replied with a breathy laugh. Then he looked Cinn dead in the eye to add, “Only so I can push your face into it, though.”
An electric jolt shot straight to Cinn’s cock and he groaned. Julien pulled them both to their feet, turned the music up to maximum volume, and led him through a door to the bedroom.
Taking backwards steps while still wrapped around Julien, his legs hit the frame of the gigantic bed. He fell back onto it, with Julien gripping the front of his hoodie, tugging it upwards. With haste, Cinn lifted up his arms, and Julien removed it and his T-shirt simultaneously. Warmhands eagerly explored the bumps and dips of his chest, while his fingers dragged through the light smattering of hair.
Hands ever so slightly trembling, Cinn fumbled with the buttons of Julien’s white shirt, then pushed the garment off him to reveal his body for the first time, his heart rate spiking. Cinn’s eyes traced the lines of Julien’s pale, lean frame, a subtle strength beneath the surface of his lightly toned physique. In the soft, dimmed light, the contours of his body painted an enticing portrait that Cinn already ached to touch.
An appreciative sigh escaped him, and Cinn made quick work of Julien’s belt. Julien shrugged out of the rest of his clothes, his impressive erection springing up from a nest of dark hair. Unable to resist, Cinn fell to the floor at Julien’s knees, placed the tip of his length in his mouth, and gave him one hard suck.
With a possessive grip, Julien fisted Cinn’s hair, forcing himself slightly further into his throat. He’d only had the guy’s dick in his mouth twice in his life, but he was quickly becoming addicted to Julien’s warm heat, the sensation of his weight against his tongue.
Julien’s free hand began to trace the map of Cinn’s face, gentle fingers in stark contrast to the increasing urgency of his thrusts. Cinn pulled back to tongue his cockhead, painting his lips with Julien’s precum while his spit pooled down his chin. Then, he took him as deep as he could, swallowing around him, eyes watering.
As Julien extracted himself from Cinn’s warm, wet mouth, Cinn whimpered at the sudden absence of him. A short laugh was quickly followed by Julien’s growl in Cinn’s ear. “You were too good at that, mon amour. Now, take your jeans off. Quickly.”
At the flash of heat in his eyes, Cinn shed his shoes, socks, and trousers at lightning speed, before throwing himself backwards onto the middle of the soft bed. Cinn’s own dick, now beyond fully erect and begging for attention, twitched in anticipation, and he took it in hand, desperate to relieve himself.
Before he could complete his second stroke, Julien’s hand had clamped around his wrist, pulling it away with a tight squeeze. “That’s mine,” he growled.
Holy shit.Was it possible to come from words alone? Cinn would happily volunteer to find out.
Julien climbed on top of his legs, pinning Cinn to the bed. Then, with an obscene sound that rattled around Cinn’s head, he spat on his dick. A firm hand closed around his aching cock, and he was soon thrusting in time with Julien’s delicious wet strokes as cool fingers traced up his left side, to slip delicately in between his ribs. The pad of Julien’s thumb rubbed gently over Cinn’s slit on every upstroke, mixing the beads of precum with his saliva.
Cinn’s eyes rolled to the back of his head just as Julien paused.
He made a very vocal noise of protest, but Julien continued his ascent until his face hovered right above his so that Cinn met his dark and wide eyes. “Do you still want me to fuck you?” he said, his hand reaching down past Cinn’s dick to rub the length of Cinn’s crease.
“Yes, yes,” Cinn breathed impatiently. “Fuck, Julien,yes.”
Julien grinned, his sliver of white teeth glinting in the moonlight pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling window. “I’m going to make it so good for you,” he promised, and Cinn melted back onto the mattress, panting with need.
Cinn already felt so,sogood. How could he possibly feel even better?
“Should I use a condom?”
“Not unless you’ve fucked someone since you told me you were clear.”
Julien reached up to cup his face. “Cinn. I haven’t wanted anyone else since the moment I laid eyes on you.” He pressed a single kiss onto Cinn’s lips. “And I don’t see that changing.”
Cinn swallowed, wanting so desperately for those words to betrue. “Same.”
