Page 244 of Phobia
Jules wasn’t playing around about the naked thing. It was my first time ever being naked with a man, and the experience did not disappoint.
The thing is, I think I really want to have sex with him. In fact, I’m fuckingdyingfor it. I would absolutelyloveto fuck him. The way his ass looks is just… purely mouthwatering, and the idea of putting my dick inside it makes me so hard, all the blood in my body rushes to my cock, leaving me lightheaded.
I mean, if stuffing my dick down his throat feels like floating up to heaven, then I can only imagine how hard I would come putting it in his ass.
I can’t stop thinking about it while I’m getting ready, remembering how he sucked me dry last night, then licked and kissed my balls until I was leaking out even more cum than I thought was possible. How I was so drunk on the sensation that I immediately moved below his waist and sucked on his piercing until he was quivering, curiously giving him more and more of my mouth to fuck.
I think I’m getting better at blowjobs, but practice definitely makes perfect. And with Jules, and his big, thick cock, sliding in and out of me, pouring his orgasm down my throat like a reward, I have no problempracticingas much as humanly possible.
It’s almost crazy to think about, how quickly I’m falling into wanting every part of himallthe time. Not even just the sexual stuff, either. I want his words, and his smiles, his tender touches and his laughter, his sweet, soft kisses and his hungry ones. I want his toying and teasing, his muscles and perfect dick, his bright eyes and strong hands… And his attention. His focus.
And I want how much hewants metoo, despite my fucked-upness.
He makes the lack of sleep worth it.Because I don’t want to miss a single second of him.
Stowing my swoon just enough, I head over to Jules’s place to pick him up for our little excursion. I’m glad he’s coming with me today… I’m nervous as hell.
I haven’t been tothe housein years. For good reason.
Jules greets me with a smile, trotting down the steps from his trailer in one of his usual ensembles—bright tank top, skinny jeans, sneakers that look expensive. I admit, I sort of love how he dresses so differently from me.
I think the brightest color in my wardrobe is my hair.
“Sleep well?” Jules asks while we march the dirt path. I shoot him a look, to which he snickers. “Sorry. Had to.”
“Funny,” I grumble, rubbing my eyes.
I don’t think my lids have ever been heavier.
We walk down to the exit of Riot Park, but rather than making a left toward the main road, like I would if I were going to work or into town, we make a right.
“So where are we going?” Jules peers at me. “Exactly.”
“There’s a house,” I tell him on a breath. “About a mile from here, just through the swampland. But don’t worry, we can get there easy enough.”
“What kind of house…?” Jules sounds intrigued. Maybe a little nervous. “Is it, like, haunted or something?”
A chuckle puffs from my lips while I lead us off the main dirt road and onto a path into the woods. “A haunted house would be much less scary.”
We weave through the trees for a bit, stepping over branches, crunching twigs under our feet. Jules looks a little out of his element, and I have to laugh.
“Should’ve told you not to wear your fancy shoes,” I sneer, and he feigns amusement. “You’re from Florida… Aren’t you used to bayous? At least, a little?”
“I’m fromFort Lauderdale, not the Everglades,” he huffs, and I chuckle. “I’m not really a hiker.”
“Hey, I’m from a city too.” I shrug. “You get used to it. Some things, anyway.”
“You like walking, huh?” He smirks.
“Yea,” I sigh, grabbing his hand to help him over a large root from a massive willow tree. “Especially out here. I’m not a fan of the heat, the humidity… the bugs.” I frown, and he grins. “But there are parts of this place that are really cool.” I glance up. “Like this…”
Jules follows my gaze, admiring the giant willow, with its waterfall of flowing branches.
“Thing’s gotta be like, hundreds of years old,” I tell him.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispers.
My eyes shift to his and he gives me this fiery looks, teeth toying with his lip ring. It settles in my balls, and I’m seconds away from shoving him up against this tree and kissing that soft, delicious mouth raw.
