Page 50 of Better When Shared
I’ve wanted it longer.
My hands slid under his sweat-dampened shirt, tracing the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, committing everyinch to memory. Tomorrow I'd be gone, back to my empty London flat, with nothing but these memories to sustain me.
"Off," I demanded, tugging at his shirt. "I need to see you."
Julian pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing golden-brown skin still glistening from our workout. I followed suit, my own shirt joining his on the floor. When our bare chests pressed together, I groaned at the contact—the heat, the friction, the intimacy of skin against skin.
"Look at you," Julian breathed, eyes roaming over my torso. "Still so fucking gorgeous."
I silenced him with another kiss, not trusting myself to respond to the admiration in his eyes. My fingers traced the waistband of his yoga pants, teasing, testing.
"Please," he whispered, and that single word unleashed something primal in me.
I spun us, pushing him against the door now, dropping to my knees on the tiled floor. His pants and boxer briefs came down in one swift motion, his cock springing free, thick and flushed and perfect. I looked up, meeting his eyes as I stroked him once, twice, watching his head fall back against the door.
"Caleb," he groaned. "Fuck—"
I wanted to taste him, to feel the weight of him on my tongue, to make him lose control completely. But I also needed more—needed to feel him against me, needed to recreate the friction of our bodies in that hotel bed when we'd both been too focused on Nisha to acknowledge what was happening between us.
Rising to my feet, I shoved my own pants down, cock springing free. Julian's eyes darkened at the sight, his hand reaching out to trace the length of me with feather-light touches that made my thighs tremble.
"No time," I muttered, crowding him against the door. "Need to feel you."
Understanding flashed across his face. He spat into his palm, reaching between us to grasp both our cocks in his hand. The first stroke sent electricity arcing through me, my hips jerking forward, a desperate tension rising inside me. He was silky smooth, wet with his own pre-cum, and the sensation was everything I needed.
"Like this?" he asked, his voice rough.
I nodded, unable to form words as he stroked us together, the friction delicious but not quite enough. I added my own hand, our fingers tangling, creating a tight channel to thrust into. We were both leaking enough to make it slick and wet, and it was so fucking good.
“I want to do this in Nisha’s pussy,” I whispered, grinding against him, making him groan.
My free hand found his neck, pulling him in for a messy, open-mouthed kiss that stole what little breath I had left.
"Not going to last," Julian warned, his cock sliding against mine in a delicious way that made me shiver in his arms.
"Don't care," I gasped. "Just don't stop."
Our bodies found a rhythm, hips rocking in counterpoint, hands working in tandem. Julian's free hand slid around to grip my ass, fingers digging into muscle hard enough to bruise. I welcomed the pain, the marking, something to carry with me when I left.
"I can’t believe we never tried this in college," Julian confessed, the words tumbling out between gasps. "All those nights where neither of us got off."
"Wish we had lube," I groaned, nipping at his lower lip. "Wish I could fuck you."
Julian's rhythm faltered, his pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black. "Christ, Caleb."
"Next time," I promised recklessly. "When I come back."
“Three weeks?”
“Yeah. If Nisha will let me, in three weeks, I’m going to bury myself inside you.”
“Oh, she’ll more than let you. She’ll get out her vibrator and watch.”
The idea that there would be a next time, that this wasn't just a farewell fuck, pushed me closer to the edge. Julian's hand moved faster, his thumb swiping across both our heads, gathering the slickness there to ease the friction.
"Look at me," he demanded. "Want to see your face when you come?"
I met his gaze, unfiltered vulnerability passing between us for the first time. His eyes held mine as his hand twisted on theupstroke, and that was all it took—pleasure crested, white-hot and overwhelming. I came with a muffled shout, spilling over our joined hands, onto his cock, his stomach. The warm wetness between us pushed Julian over the edge seconds later, his cum mixing with mine as he buried his face against my neck to muffle his groan.
