Page 63 of The Shadows Beyond
As Cinn whimpered, cursed, then whimpered again, Julien released him, using his hands to brush the tears from the two paths they streamed down his temple.
His mouth came to his ear again to breathe the word, “See,” into it. “Maybe you’ll trust me more next time.”
Next time.
The sound of his zip being undone. The sensation of his jeans being ripped off.NowJulien wanted them off?!
Once Cinn had lifted his hips, brain too scrambled to even question what was going on, Julien slid his briefs off, rendering him entirely naked, sprawled spreadeagle on the rug. Entirely naked, with Julien entirely clothed.
Julien kissed all the way down Cinn’s stomach, which clenched in anticipation, until he reached his twitching cock. When he licked it—wet and hot tongue sliding over the entire length of it—Cinn cried out, barely resisting shouting Julien’s name.
Where the fuck had he found this absolute demon?
With devout attention, Julien licked every inch of his dick, his balls, his thighs, hands moving back to knead the fleshy muscles of his butt while he did so. Hours could have passed, days even, and just as Cinn thought he was going to pass out with the onslaught of fresh waves of ecstasy, he felt the muscles of his cock begin to reharden, his member twitching back to life.
“Oh,” said Julien. “Well, that’s a nice surprise.”
Cinn groaned as Julien popped the tip into his mouth and sucked lightly.
It took an embarrassingly short amount of time before Cinn was writhing on the floor again, another round of cum bursting out of him straight into Julien’s mouth.
As Julien’s last tiny, soft moans of pleasure and Cinn’s raspy breathing created an unholy symphony of sounds, Cinn brought his hands downto Julien’s hair, running his fingers through the long strands, his fingertips stretching out, grateful for being used again.
Cinn laid there, utterly exhausted and spent, as Julien’s body slid upwards to lie next to him on the rug. Cinn turned his head, mouth reaching for Julien’s, but he ducked out of the way, nudging Cinn’s chin up with his cheek, returning once again to that spot above his collarbone for one last suck.
Cinn laughed weakly. “What are you, a vampire?”
After a light nip with his teeth, Julien relinquished him, shuffling slightly away. “When you want me to be. So,” he said, eyes gleaming in the dim light. “Did I live up to my promise?”
“If your promise was to absolutely torture me and make me regret my every choice that led me here tonight, then yes.”
Julien made a pleased hum before stretching both arms. He yawned, opening his mouth wide. “We better get some sleep to be refreshed for the stupid party tomorrow. Can I offer you another drink before you head off?”
Cinn’s mouth dropped open as his heart stuttered. Tongue frozen, all he could do was shake his head.
Just what had he expected, though? To crawl into Julien’s queen-sized bed with him—tantalisingly visible from their position on the rug—and cuddle with him all night?Maybe just a little bit.
Lyrics from “Wicked Game” flew through his head.
It hit him all at once.
For years, he’d repressed this side of himself that craved physical intimacy. That wanted to be held, and loved, and cherished.
There had been Tyler, beautiful Tyler, who had made him feel safe during the darkest of times. The relationship with him had changed the course of Cinn’s life.
Then, there had just been him, and he’d quickly closed the door on anyone that showed the slightest interest in it being opened.
And now,thisdoor had just slammed itself open wide. With a bang.
It didn’t necessarily lead to where he wanted it to go, however.
In a brisk manner, he jumped up, tugged on his beanie and resigned himself to shoving on his damp jeans, stuffing his underwear in his pocket.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Julien said, still lying on the floor.
Not trusting his voice to reply, Cinn took a step towards the door.
“Oh, and Cinn?”
