Page 132 of Alive At Night

His reaction spurred me on, sliding my lips up and down his length while twisting around his base with my hand. He was so hot and hard while his skin was so soft, and I moaned with the satisfaction of it all.

“That’s it, love,” Julian muttered, his lips twisting. He liked that, liked hearing me and feeling me around him. He let loose his own groan, one that I knew he’d been trying to hold in for the sake of being quiet. But he was struggling with any sort of control, and my pulse raced faster at seeing it.

I wanted to make Julian Briggs fall apart. I wanted to drive him past his breaking point. And he was close to it.

“I’m not gonna last,” he grunted through heavy breaths. They were coming quicker and quicker as I sucked harder and faster. His voice remained quiet and hoarse. “Oh,fuck,Juni. I promise…when it’s for you, I’ll do better, longer. But you look so goddamn beautiful on your knees taking me like that. You don’t even realize, do you? You don’t even realize how impossible you make it for me. This whole night, I’ve been wondering why you have to be so fucking pretty.”

His grip tightened on my hair, and I smiled around his cock, looking up at him through watery eyes and feeling more empowered than ever before despite being down on my knees.

My own body ached in ways I’d never experienced, but it wasn’t like with other guys, like when I’d wanted this step to be over so it could be my turn for some sort of lackluster relief. No, thiswasthe main event. This was all I wanted right now.

Julian’s lips pressed together as he tried to contain himself, and I decided right then and there that nothing would ever be hotter than Julian trying to stay quiet while he neared climax. His eyes drilled into mine, never breaking as I licked the underside of his cock before sucking him as deep as I could manage, gagging slightly at how thick he was in the back of my throat.

That seemed to do it for Julian. He said my name in a clipped sort of way that I understood to be a warning I didn’t care about or need, and then he shot his release down my throat, tipping his head back so I could watch the veins in his neck strain with the cry he was holding in.

I swallowed, licked my lips, and then stood before Julian had a chance to recover.

“Merry Christmas, Julian,” I whispered, pressing a light kiss to his lips.

I tried to step away, conscious that we’d been in this bathroom too long. But Julian caught me around the waist before I could escape. He dropped his forehead to mine, still trying to slow his breathing.

“That was incredible. How about you accidentally fall asleep in the wrong bed again tonight?” I heard the smile in his voice. “I want to go down on you until you scream into my pillow to stay quiet.”

As if I hadn’t already been wildly aroused, now I could feel my heartbeat between my legs.

But I couldn’t stay in his room tonight, and I couldn’t stay in this bathroom a moment longer. Not if we didn’t want to get caught.

“I’m going home soon,” I whispered regretfully. “I wasn’t planning on staying over. I shouldn’t.”

Julian grunted, not liking that answer. “Let me drive you home, then.”

I shook my head. “How would you explain that to Gemma?”

“I already told her I’m trying to make up for Thanksgiving. That’s how I explained the present.”

“We shouldn’t push it, Julian,” I sighed.

“It might be too late for that,” he muttered, reaching between us to readjust his pants.

I laughed, but Julian caught my laugh with a kiss. It was a short kiss, but when he broke away, his words were as soft and tender as a million kisses.

“Merry Christmas, Juniper.”

And then he disappeared, shutting the door behind him because we obviously didn’t both want to leave at the same time. I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror while I waited, fixing my hair and the straps on my dress. Thinking that enough time had passed for it not to be suspicious, I went to open the door.

And a second later, I was face-to-face with John Briggs.

“Oh, Juniper.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I thought I just saw Jul—”

He stopped, his brows furrowing, and I could practically see the gears grinding in his head. He looked over his shoulder, but I couldn’t tell what at because most of his body blocked the view. John was a tall, broad guy—a bigger, huskier version of Julian.

When he faced me again, he sighed. But there was a slight smile in that sigh. “Christ, it’s about goddamn time he got his head out of his ass.”

My brows shot up. “I—”

“If he doesn’t treat you like a fucking queen, you let me know,” John cut in, his expression stern but his eyes soft. “And give him hell if he deserves it.”

Feeling bewildered about this entire interaction, I could barely muster a nod. “I always do.”

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