Page 76 of The Science of Attraction

I slid my lips alongside his ear and whispered, “I want you to fuck me tonight. Is that okay?”

He jolted back. “You want— Is that a trick question? I mean... I’ve never done it before, but I’ve been thinking a lot about it.” Heat bloomed in his cheeks. “Well, in fairness, I’ve been thinking about you fucking me, not the other way... Shit, I’m screwing this up, aren’t I?”

A surge of lust almost undid me at the idea of Jules fantasising about me fucking him, but I swallowed it down and managed to rasp, “Now, there’s a delightful thought.” I slid a hand over his arse and gave it a firm squeeze. “But as much as I like the idea of being all up in your business if and when you ever want me to, tonight I’m supremely committed to the idea ofyoufuckingme—” I palmed his dick and he groaned. “—with this beauty.”

I went up on my toes and pulled his lower lip between my teeth before letting it go. Then I kissed the end of his nose. “How about it?”

His mouth curved up in a slow, sexy smile. “Hell yeah.”

I grinned and patted his cheek. “I do believe that’s the correct answer. Come with me.”

I led Jules across the polished wooden floor and into the guest bedroom where I started to strip. But he pushed my hands aside and began undressing me himself, slowly, one button at a time, random kisses pressed to my skin as my clothes fell away. He paid special attention to my ink, his fingers brushing the bands of colour and swirling lines, his touch hungry, his pupils blown to hell, until he finally had me standing naked on the woven rug.

I stepped into his arms and his mouth crushed over mine, desperate and wanting, his erection hard against my belly, and fuck, I thought I could’ve come from that feeling alone. Then the idea that I could have this forever wound its magic in my brain and my heart fell open.

Fallingin love? Yeah, good luck with that. I was about as fallen as it was possible to be.

I wriggled from Jules’ arms, pushed the duvet aside, and crawled onto the bed. My arse beckoned wantonly and his breath hitched. I smiled, shoved the condoms and energy bars off the pillow, and held aloft the cherry flavoured lube for Jules to see—Zach’s idea of a joke, no doubt.

Jules rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna kill that brother of mine.”

I chuckled, and once again wriggled my butt in invitation. “Not that I don’t love all our usual delicious foreplay—” I eyed him hungrily over my shoulder. “—but we need to be done before your brother returns in the morning and I have a lot of plans for you. A. Lot.”

“Nevermention my brother while we’re fucking.” Jules crawled up the bed and sank his teeth into my arse.

I groaned and bucked up into him. “Do that again and I’ll consider it.”

He bit down and then licked the sting, and I groaned and buried my face in the pillow because, damn, that felt good. Then he spread my cheeks and his tongue found my hole and I almost launched myself through the headboard.

“F-fuck!” I slapped my hand on the mattress as he went to work, laving and probing at the tight muscle until the tip of his tongue slipped through and my body shuddered with pleasure. Jules was a master at rimming, something I had zero complaints about, and I was beginning to rethink my minimal foreplay imperative.

Too late.

He pulled off and I’m pretty sure I keened in protest. Then the snick of the lube top had my dick jerking in anticipation and I managed, “It’s been a while, so a bit of prep is good, but not too much. I like it on the edge, yeah?”

He snorted and a slick finger ran down my crease. “A while, huh? You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Absolutely.” I nodded into the pillow. “It’s no big deal. I just always top with hookups I don’t know, and since I mostly only do hookups... well, you get the picture.”

“Right.” Jules’ slick finger circled my hole with just the faintest pressure. “Did you miss the part where I said I have no idea what I’m doing?”

He slid his fingertip in and out and I gasped. “Jesus Christ. I’m not complaining yet.” I sucked in a breath as he did it again. “So, you haven’t ever fucked a woman in the arse?”

He slapped my butt cheek and I yelped indignantly. “That would be a no.” He soothed the handprint he’d no doubt left on my skin and then kissed it. “I’ve played around but never fucked.”

I grinned into the pillow, ridiculously happy at the idea I was his first. “Then you’re in for a treat, sweetheart. Arses are tight as hell and just as hot. You better know how to count to a hundred.”

His finger slid all the way inside and a surge of heat engulfed my belly. “Oh yeah... just like that.” I thrust back, taking him deeper.

He draped himself over my back and kissed my shoulders and neck as his finger continued to slide in and out of my hole. “Settle down. You’re not the one in control this time, honey.”

I snorted into the pillow. “Honey?”

He shoved his finger hard inside and I gasped. “You got a problem with that?”

“Nope,” I squeaked.

“Good. You know, I think I’m gonna like this.” His tone was slick and sultry and so fucking sexy. “Being in control is what topping is all about, right?”

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