Page 33 of Better When Shared
“Tell me,” Julian whispered, his eyes locked on mine. “Did he touch you?” His voice was quiet, reverent, and not at all angry.
“Would you be angry if he did?”
“Not at all.” The dark arousal in his eyes infused me with courage. He wasn’t mad.
I leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “He put his hands all over me.” I took Julian’s hands and guided them under my shirt, up to my sports bra. “Right here, when he helped me with shoulder stretches.”
Julian’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding my nipples already hard. He pinched them, making me gasp.
“And here,” I continued, guiding one of his hands down to my ass. “When he deepened my forward fold.”
“Fuck,” Julian groaned. In one swift movement, he flipped us, pressing me into the mattress. “Did you like it?”
I arched against him. “Yes.”
He yanked my yoga pants down, his eyes widening when he discovered I wasn’t wearing underwear. “Did you go to class like this? Bare pussy under these tight pants?”
“No,” I laughed breathlessly as he settled between my thighs. “I took them off in the studio bathroom. After. They were… a little wet.”
“After what?” His fingers found me slick and swollen.
I bit my lip, watching his face as I spoke. “After he kissed me.”
Julian froze for just a second, then plunged two fingers inside me with unexpected force. I cried out, back arching off the bed as he worked my clit with his thumb.
“You’re so fucking wet. Where?” he demanded, thumb circling my clit as his fingers worked me. “Where did he kiss you?”
“In an alcove,” I gasped, riding his hand. “Or do you mean where on my body?”
Julian chuckled. “Either? Both.”
“That little hall by the prop storage, where anyone could see. He pulled me in after class and just—fuck, Julian—I told him about the hall pass, and he just sort of went for it, kissed me on the lips, pressed his muscular body up against me.”
Julian’s eyes were black with arousal, pupils blown out. “And what did you do?”
“I kissed him back.” The confession ripped from me as his thumb pressed harder. “It’s embarrassing how much I wanted him. His hands were everywhere, and his cock was so hard against my stomach—”
Julian’s mouth crashed down on mine, swallowing my words. He yanked his own clothes off with frantic movements, then returned to me, cock pressing insistently against my entrance.
“More,” he growled against my lips. “Tell me more.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him forward. “He pressed me against the wall,” I whispered as Julian pushed inside me. “His thigh between my legs, grinding against my clit while he kissed me.”
Julian bottomed out. “Did it feel good?” He rotated his hips, hitting a spot that made me cry out.
“Yes,” I hissed, digging my nails into his back. “So good. So wrong, but…”
He began to move, long, deep strokes that had me seeing stars. “What else?”
“His hands,” I managed between thrusts. “Under my shirt. Rough. Like he couldn’t wait to touch me.”
Julian’s pace quickened. He sat back on his knees, grabbing my legs and pushing them toward my chest, changing the angle. Each thrust glided against my g-spot.
“His cock,” Julian prompted, sweat beading on his forehead as he drove into me. “Could you feel it? Was he big?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, though in truth I’d only felt the outline through his pants. “So big. So hard. I wanted to touch it, but I chickened out.”
“What did you want?” His voice was strangled, hips jerking faster. “Did you want him to fuck you right there?”
