Page 18 of Forever Yours

As I explored the hard muscles of his chest, his hands slid underneath the back waistband of my basketball shorts, then moved down to cup my ass. I was already aching for him, and he’d barely begun to touch me.

“These too.”

Julien didn’t wait. He worked my shorts down my legs, then dropped to his knees onto the cold, wood floor and planted teasing kisses down each thigh. His rough stubble pricked along the hairs of my legs, and my eyes briefly fluttered closed so I could steep in the feel of every nip of his mouth and flick of his tongue along my skin. He took his time, and I breathed out my pleasure in the quietude of the dark room at the gentle way he was touching me. Like I was precious. Like I mattered. It had been months since I’d felt that from him. Months of rushed sex and quick orgasms initiated by him so he could forget his grief over Liz.

“I dropped by your dorm earlier.”

My eyes flew open, and I looked down at him. Shock warred with intense happiness which mixed with skepticism. He had texted that he wasn’t coming because he wanted to stay with Jayson.

“You did?”

His gorgeous silver-grays locked on my face. After all this time, Julien still had the ability to make me lose my breath with one look.

“Yeah. Where’d you go? I sat outside in the hall for over an hour like a creeper. Got some looks too. I tried calling and texting you.”

I had left my phone in the room. When Ash and I got back, it was dead, and I completely forgot to plug it in to charge. It was still sitting on the desk next to my bed.

“Ash and I watchedJohn Wickin the communal theater room downstairs with a couple of other guys we met who live in the dorm. Pax and Ethan.”

He lifted my right foot, then my left, so I could step out of my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my dick tenting my snug, black Calvin Kleins.

“I didn’t know that dorm had a theater.”

He rubbed his nose up my hard length, and I shuddered.

“Me neither. It would be a cool place for a date night,” I replied breathlessly when his tongue streaked along my abs. Lust spiraled through my veins like wildfire, stoked by the feel of his kisses along my sensitized skin.

Julien’s mouth settled on my hip bone. When he sucked on the tender skin there—marking me, claiming me—my hands shot out and speared through his thick, brown hair that he kept longer at top.

“Julien.”

His tongue did wicked things to my navel. “Yeah, baby.”

I had no idea what had gotten into him between the time I left earlier this evening until now, but there was no way I was going to stop him from doing whatever the fuck he wanted. The man kneeling before me was my Julien. The man I fell in love with, not the man who had been lost to me for months.

Within seconds, he had my underwear off and my cock out. Knowing exactly how I liked to be held, he wrapped his long, calloused fingers around the base and squeezed. Every nerve ending in my body fired as electricity crackled a jagged line from my scalp down to my toes.

“I want to make you come.”

I nodded vigorously, because… hell, yeah. My cock throbbed at the mere thought of his mouth on me, taking me deep to the back of his throat.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

I couldn’t stop the tears from welling in my eyes. I had my Julien back. Bossy, demanding, and controlling in bed. Even if it was for just an hour, I’d take it.

I tugged on his hair. “Please. Please make me come,” I entreated.

Julien’s grip tightened around me, the spear of pain with the pleasure making me moan.

“You want to come, I have to hear you say it.”

He lightly stroked me from base to tip. So good but not enough, and he knew it.

In a fog of lust, it was difficult to figure out what he wanted me to say while he continued to play with me. Torture me. Edging me with feather-light brushstrokes of his hand.

When I couldn’t take it any longer, I said the only thing that chanted in my head.

“I love you.”

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