Page 31 of Julian Shared
"Please, Joel, please." I'm begging for it.
For him, really.
“Do it, love. Come while you imagine me passing you around the room. Fucked and filled by a bunch of different guys.Soldiers, right? Down to the last. Servicing each and every one with both your sweet, tight holes.”
I'd give anything for Joel to be here and see this. Watch me as I debase myself. As I’m ruined. Dark and wild images run through my mind.
A whole crowd….a whole gang.
Being taken and fucked, one after the other, until I can’t take it anymore. Until Joel orders them to stop. That thought is too much for me to handle. I can't hold out or hold back anymore.
With that mental image burning away the darkness behind my eyelids, I come. That's how I get off. Being used from both ends. Being stuffed and filled and utterly, shameless degraded like the dirty little slut I am - oh.
I cry out, the sound practically strangled out of me. It's too much, far too much.
I fall forward, barely able to catch myself before I face-plant into the sheets. I make a mess on our bed. Thick, milky ropes of come smear across my belly and drip onto the sheets.
"Fuck, Julian."
The lust in Joel's voice is so thick I can hear it on his phone. I smile as I imagine him hard underneath his uniform. Out in his jeep. Unable to take care of himself. Maybe he'll let me take care of it when he gets home tonight.
The dildo is still fucking away at the air. I quickly shut it off and the room falls quiet. Blessed silence.
"You okay?" Joel asks. "Was that too much?"
"No, it was - it was wonderful.”
The only thing missing is that Joel wasn't there in person with me.
"You'll be doing much more than thanking me later."
"Joel?" I say his name sweetly. My husband. My love. My everything. I drop the sleep mask onto the nightstand and stand up from the bed. I turn off the speaker phone and hold my phone back up to my ear. Cradle it close and wait, holding my breath.
"I'm just saying,” Joel intones, his voice edged with a growl, “more than dinner better be ready for me when I get home tonight.”
Chapter 11
Joel
I get home much later than I planned. The streetlights have already blinked on and there’s not a single splash of sunlight left in the sky. Night has fallen, and so has the temperature, but sweat coats the back of my neck as I walk up to the front door.
Julian’s already waiting. He opens the door for me, wearing an apron over his polo shirt. Takes my briefcase and my cap as he welcomes me home.
The door’s barely closed yet I’m already grabbing him by the waist, pulling him into a deep and greedy kiss. Julian gasps against my mouth and I swallow the sound. I grab his ass one hand and cup the back of his neck with the other as I kiss him.
I’ve been waiting all day for this.
“Oh, Joel,” he mumbles in-between kisses.
Julian grasps at me desperately as I grind against him, letting him feel my erection. “There’s ah — I made a roast. I kept a plate warm for you.”
“Never mind that,” I tell him and pull away from his mouth with a grin. “Take this off,” I order, tugging at the strings of his cute apron, “and change into something else. Don’t wear any underwear.”
Julian’s blush is as red as his hair.
“Go on,” I tell him with a firm pat on his backside and a nudge toward the stairs. “I have another gift for you, but I can’t give it to you here.”
“All right.” His eyes are wide with shock, but his perfect pink mouth is fixed into a smile. Julian scurries off up the stairs and I pop into the laundry room to hang up my uniform and change into a new set of clothes too. A pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt is all I need.
