Page 81 of Hard Rock Muse
“Fuck!” he cursed, his fingers tightening in my hair. I felt the strain of his thigh muscles as they quivered and clenched.
I continued bobbing up and down, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive him crazy. I knew this body so well. I knew exactly what to do with my lips, where to place my tongue, to make him go wild. I loved watching Julian lose control the way he did under my attention.
I felt the telltale signs of his orgasm through the pulsing of his cock between my lips.
He pulled out, leaving me to breathe heavily. I peeked up at him through my lashes.
“Kneel on the floor,” he demanded.
A shiver went through me at the demand, liking the display of dominance. It was rare from Julian.
I nodded and slid to my knees. He put his cock back in my mouth and I continued sucking.
“Normally I’d want to come inside that pretty mouth of yours,” Julian said, “but this time I want to come on those gorgeous tits.”
Even though I enjoyed his tone, the request made me pause. He’d only ever done that a few times before. I’d never found it as hot as he did. Really, it only ended up leaving a cold sticky mess.
But I nodded anyway and let him pull out of my mouth.
He grabbed himself by the base and dragged the tip over my lips, leaving a sticky wet trail.
“Maybe instead of coming on your tits,” he began, “I’ll come on that beautiful face of yours. Would you like that?”
I tried not to grimace. We’d never done that. I actually found it kind of degrading.
But it was Julian and I loved him, so I nodded again.
He began pulling on his cock, stroking it.
“Or maybe…” he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. He stared at me impassively. “Maybe I’ll come on the floor and make you lick it up.”
The fuck—!
I choked out a noise of disbelief.
“Okay, what thehell—!” I screeched. I jumped up from my knees and pushed at Julian’s shoulder. “Gross! What the fuck kind of sick porno shit is that?”
Julian’s eyes went pained and concerned.
“Finally,” he said.
I blinked.
“What?” I blurted out.
He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. He looked oddly sad, considering he was standing in front of me, naked and hard.
“I wondered how far you’d let me take it,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my bare chest.
“Explain,” I said.
“Ev…” He reached out for my hand. I hesitated, but let him take it. He placed a kiss to the center of my palm and pressed it to his cheek, nuzzling into it. “What the hell did Keith do to you?”
