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“We might need a condom and lube.”
“Fair point.” He grins wickedly. “But there’s nothing stopping us from doing this.”
With some conditioner in his hand, he holds both of our cocks, stroking us up and down together.
Warm water.
Firm pressure.
Slick fingers.
Sexy Julian.
Even though I came a few minutes ago, I’m going to do it again.
His breathing gets shorter and shorter, and mine is coming out in pants. My hands are holding him to me, listening to the little noises he makes as he brings us both closer and closer to orgasm.
I have never been more aroused. That interlude in the hallway just whetted my appetite.
And I can’t help the way my hips thrust into his hands or the way I tingle all over. With a few more strong strokes, I come, spurting into his hand.
That seems to trigger him, as he comes immediately thereafter.
And then we collapse into each other, breathing hard.
I search for his face with my hands and kiss him, certain that this is going to be the best day of my life.
* * *
Later, as afternoon turns to dusk, I’ve borrowed a pair of Julian’s black Balenciaga sweatpants and am lounging on his couch, snuggled up beside him, a movie playing on the TV. He’s wearing a similar pair in navy blue. His hand cradles the top of my head, and I have my ear pressed to his bare chest, feeling it rise and fall.
After we loosened the valve—twice—on the sexual tension that had been building between us, while I’m nowhere near sated, at least I’m calm. I also don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want Jules. I crave him the way I imagine performers crave an audience.
“Want me to have Paolo make us dinner?” Before I can ask him who Paolo is, he adds, “Personal chef. He comes a few times a week.”
“Sure. That would be nice.”
Nice isn’t the right word.Decadent.
He reaches for his phone and does something—presumably texting Paolo. Meanwhile, I bask in the newfound comfort of being in his arms.
“I don’t want to move. Do you?” he murmurs.
“No.” The room darkens as the sun sets into the Pacific. Neither of us is paying attention to the movie. I’m just enjoying being near him. I turn so I can wrap an arm around his waist, lying half on him and half on the couch.
Jules lifts my chin with his knuckle.
There’s something about him doing that. Like he wants to admire me from afar or check to make sure I’m still here.
It makes me feel precious.
Then he leans in, and his soft lips ghost against mine. Barely a kiss, but it makes me shiver. He smiles against my lips, and I can’t help smiling back. I love this intimacy. I love his touch on my skin.
I love the way he feels this close to me.
He wraps his arms around my waist and tugs me closer until I’m straddling him.
And oh, Nelly, what a view.
