Page 19 of Forever Yours

His smile was breathtaking, and I almost came from the sight of it. Apparently, that was the right answer. He drew me into his mouth, sucking hard, and fucking devoured me.

I wished I could say I lasted for more than ten seconds, but that would be a lie. It had been over a month since he’d gone down on me, and there was no way I could hold back. He roughly shoved a finger in my ass while deep-throating me, and my orgasm exploded in a torrent of curse words and shouts that I’d be surprised didn’t wake Jayson from his drunken stupor or the neighbors next door.

Just like when Julien went down on me in the public bathroom at the restaurant on that one Valentine’s Day, I collapsed over him in a boneless, satiated heap.

“This feels familiar,” he said, picking me up and carrying me to the bed.

I tried to laugh, but it came out as a groan when he laid me on my back and crawled on top of me. He took my mouth, his tongue dipping in and sliding with mine, letting me taste myself. I could kiss this man forever.

Julien nudged my thighs wider and settled his narrow hips between them. When I felt the barrier of polyester fabric between us, I frowned.

“Why am I the only one naked?”

“Because tonight isn’t about me.”

He tongued a path up my neck and back down again. I tried chasing his lips, wanting him to kiss me again, and could feel the smile curving his sinful mouth as he kissed down my chest. He branded me with several more hickeys to match the one he left on my hip. I loved it when he marked me as his. I wore every single love bite he gave me with pride, no matter how much shit I got from Jayson and Ryder when they saw them.

What he said slowly broke through the sexual haze he had me under. Using the grip my thighs had on him, I flipped us over and reversed our positions.

I seldom took charge, happy to let Julien have the lead since he liked being the one in control. But the few times I had asserted myself in the bedroom led to some of the best sex we’d ever had. And I was done with being teased tonight, no matter how good it felt or how grateful I was to have the old Julien back. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted things to go back to the way they used to be before life took a nosedive into the dark pits of despair. I wanted my boyfriend’s nightmares to stop, Jayson’s torment to end, and Ryder’s heart not to be broken. I wanted Liz to reach out to us and let us know she was okay. And if I couldn’t have any of those things, I was damn sure going to take the one thing I could have.

Tearing Julien’s shorts down the side seam, the slippery material slid off his hips.

“Holy shit. How did you do that?”

“Shut up.”

I was done talking. With aggressive movements, I gripped his cock and jerked him until I could gather enough of his essence to coat my fingers. Julien reached around the nape of my neck and pulled me to him, kissing me stupid as I pushed my hand under him and slicked my fingers into his tight hole.

“Yes, Elijah. Please. Now.”

It was his turn to beg, and I wasn’t in the mood to tease him like he did me.

I took my cock in my hand, and he lifted his ass off the bed, spreading his cheeks for me to guide myself into him.

“Fuck yes,” he chanted as I pushed in, inch by excruciating inch.

Without lube, he was tight. So fucking tight. By the time I was planted deep, we were both panting hard and covered in a sheen of sweat.

For a short second, I let myself savor how good it felt to be inside him, and then I took what I wanted.

The sounds we made weren’t whispered words of love, and the way I took him wasn’t gentle. Our kisses were ravenous. Our fucking was brutal. And when he cried out my name with his orgasm, I pulled out and jerked myself until I came all over him, covering him in my cum. Rubbing it into his skin. Marking him like he did me. Mine.

“Fucking hell, Elijah. I think I passed out.”

He wore a goofy, lopsided smile. It was the second time he’d smiled tonight. Real smiles, not ones he faked or plastered on for someone else’s benefit.

I rolled off him and snuggled him into my side, his head on my chest, my hand cupping his ass. Julien released a contented sigh, followed by a wide yawn.

“I love you, E.”

I buried my nose in his hair. Sandalwood, citrus, and mint.

“Love you more.”

After a quick shower, we spent the next couple of hours in bed just kissing. Cuddling. Being close. Talking.

Like old times.

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