33. Juliana

THIRTY-THREE

JULIANA

Hayden's holding himself back. I know he is. And maybe that's a good thing, but... I want to witness all that restraint crumble.

My knees sink into the leather on either side of him, jumbling the hem of my dress higher up my waist, exposing my panties—not that he can see them with his eyes closed. Above the jet's hum, our kiss resounds into the air, sucking and lapping one another as I trail both hands down the backside of his neck, dragging my nails through his hair.

He groans softly.

Not enough.

Growing bold, I nibble his bottom lip, tugging until it plops back into place.

A growl rumbles against my skin.

I open my eyes, just a tad, catching his knuckles whitening along the edge of the couch cushion. But still, he doesn't touch me. I bite harder, repeating the motion with more aggression.

"Fuckkk, Jules."

Oh, God, his voice... deep, gravelly, guttural, everything a girl could ever want, and it only hikes my arousal higher, enough that I'm veering off course, trailing my lips across his jawline, dropping down to his—

I freeze as doubt creeps into me. Is it weird for a girl to kiss a guy's neck? Not wanting to find out if it is, I'm about to venture back, until his head falls back on a curse. Confidence surges through me, but I hold back, just in case, giving him a peck, then another, a tiny bit lower.

He shudders.

I bite down on a fiendish smile. "You like that?" Kiss.

A grunt is his only reply.

I sneak another peek, catching him clutching the cushion. Why won't he touch me? I wonder, even though I know the answer.

"Is it just me, or are you a little stiff?"

Kiss, kiss, kiss...

He grits his teeth. "I have... to be... gentle with you."

"Do you?"

"Juliana..." he warns.

A part of me trembles at his seriousness, understands that I may just be in over my head, that I shouldn't want it any other way for my first time. But the other part of me... it quickly takes over, needing to see him come undone, to unravel because he can't control himself when it comes to me.

I latch onto his throat, moaning louder than necessary. His response is immediate as he shuffles beneath my weight, rocking my body along with him, his pulse fluttering under my tongue as I lap up his sensitive skin. Mimicking as he once did me, I work down the column of his throat, then back up, leaving a trail of saliva in my wake.

He groans, drawing out the sound, but not as loud as when I latch onto that spot at the crook of his neck and jawline, sucking greedily.

"That's right, baby. Mark me as yours."

"Mhmmmm."

I home in that one spot, nicking him with my teeth, then licking the burn before sucking some more. Shivers explode across my body, as fingers brush up the backside of my thighs, but it's not enough. I need them gripping my skin, pinning me on my back, having their way with me.

I need more.

Sinking lower, my middle comes in contact with hardened steel, through layers of fabric. Boxers, slacks, and my panties, which provide the sweetest friction as I grind up his length, brutally slow. Slipping back down, my tongue syncs with the tempo of my hips.

Another warning. "Julian—"

My lips plop from his skin, releasing their suction, before they're brushing against his ear, bellowing out the most high-pitched, porno-worthy moan they can muster. As I sway a little faster, I go for his other ear to—

I gasp as two hands smack against my ass cheeks, stinging on contact, before grabbing generous fistfuls. "You're a little faker, huh? Just trying to get me riled up—let's see what that gets you, shall we?"

He bucks against me, grinding his bulge through my center, prying a yelp from my lungs. I suck in my bottom lip as he sways again, faster and faster, gripping my ass and lifting my weight, working me along his shaft in tandem with his pace, until I'm whimpering with pleasure.

"Ohh, does that feel good on your clit?"

"Yes, yessssss." I grind back against him desperately, keeping his pace.

He lets out a low curse. "I can hear how wet you are."

With a moan, I arch my back, bringing new sensations.

He chuckles darkly. "Good girl, louder. I want my crew to hear how soaked you're getting."

"Fuckkkk." I grip his shoulders, rocking until I'm squeezing my eyes shut, panting like a wild thing. "I want..."

Hayden grabs me by my nape, his fingers threading through my locks as he forces me to look down at him. "What do you want, Jules?"

"Your cock," I whine.

"Such a filthy mouth. Say that again."

"I..." Heat simmers across my skin, under the intensity of his stare. "I want your cock, Hayden."

His lips twitch. "Where?"

"In my..." I hesitate. He wants to hear me say the obvious answer—but I got something better. "In my mouth."

Eyes bulging, his movements halt abruptly. "Have you ever...?"

I shake my head, feeling my cheeks flush.

He clamps down on his lip as hunger flashes across his features, but he restrains himself, remaining still. "Are you sure?"

"You did for me."

Tsk, tsk, tsk. "Wrong answer, Jules. My only concern is your pleasure. Not mine."

Now it's my turn to smile. "I want to," I say honestly. "But... there's something else."

He pinches my chin. "And what's that?"

I clear my throat, suddenly wishing I hadn't pushed. "I want to give you head, but..." God, this is so embarrassing.

"Tell me," he coos.

"I want to be told to."

His grip tightens, as a shiver visibly racks through him. "So, that's how you want it, then—rough? You think you can handle that?"

I roll my lips between my teeth, suddenly aware of just how big he is beneath me, and I haven't even seen all of him. I don't need to. I'm probably in way over my head, but I want to be able to handle it.

He grins wickedly at my silence, and his next words would no doubt have me weak in the knees, if I were standing. "You want me to break you in, baby?"

My eyes fall by their own accord, as my inner walls clench around air, but he doesn't accept that, apparently, as I earn my clit a stern thrusting, blasting pleasure through me and snapping my eyes open.

"Hmm?" He coils a hand to the front of my neck, the shadow of a necklace, applying light pressure. "You want me to stretch you out? Have that tight pussy wrapped perfectly around my cock before we land?"

Fuck...

"Yes or no?" He adds more pressure, delight flickering in his stare.

I wet my lips. "Yes."

A rumble sounds from deep in his chest. "Then get on your knees."

Yes! I—

Pain reverberates outwards from my left buttocks, in response to the whack sounding in the air. "Now— I'm not going to tell you again."

Every hair on my body raises on end, peaked with excitement, as I scramble off his lap, rush to my feet, and—

"Take your dress off, too."

I obey with haste, earning a hum full of praise, followed by a vicious curse once the fabric pools around my ankles.

"Dirty fucking girl." Widening his stance, his eyes flicker to the ground, where my knees quickly drop. In a flash, he's tossing his jacket across the couch and unbuttoning his shirt. "Matching bra and panties? What were your intentions for tonight, hmm?"

"N-nothing," I stammer.

Heat stains my skin when he cups my jaw, lifting my head to look at him—and good lord, what a magnificent sight he is. Lounged comfortably with an arm draped across the backside of the couch, Hayden flexes his abs, glistening in all his tan glory. An impressive outline bulges in his tight pants, angled off to the side, leaving little mystery about what's coming my way. And his chin... it's held up high as he peers down at me, the embodiment of wealthy arrogance.

"Nothing? What about that sweet pussy—is it shaved, too?"

My lips part, the answer lodged in my throat.

He burns with satisfaction. "Unbuckle my belt, Jules."

I nearly whimper when he brushes a thumb across my lips, before he drapes that arm along the couch, too. Hands free. His lips curve in a devilish smirk as he watches. Nerves and anticipation thunder beneath my skin as I fumble with his belt. When I unhook the clasp, granting access to his zipper, I hesitate, glancing his way.

"Look at you, waiting for permission. Such a quick learner."

My toes curl at the praise.

"Have at me, baby. I'm all yours."

Say no more.

I practically yank off his zipper, but when I'm presented with his light gray boxers, and the delicious outline underneath, I slow down... and trace a single finger up its length. Instantly, Hayden's legs quiver, along with the flexing of his abs, all while his mouth hangs ajar on a silent O.

As I tread back down, I don't hide my smirk, because I truly, truly think I might've found myself an addiction.

Adding more pressure, and the rest of my fingers, I sweep across his length, exploring, enjoying his every grunt and sharp inhale, especially when I focus on his tip—yes, he really likes that.

"Are you sensitive here?" I purr, stroking lazily, forming a fist around the fabric.

He grits his teeth, his legs trembling violently. "Yes, you wicked thing. You could have me howling."

My smile widens. Okay, maybe I like that a little too much. I ease up, whooshing a breath from him, only for him to suck it right back in, as I slip a finger beneath the band of his boxers.

Maybe he's nervous, I think. This is the first time I'll see him, barring the bathroom incident.

I meet his stare, learning just how wrong I am. He's brimming with confidence, every part of him, and when I pull down his boxers, I understand why.

He springs free, before falling and smacking against his skin with a dense thud. My insides clench at the sight, my mouth watering at what's surely, by conventional standards, the perfect cock—far surpassing anything I've seen in porn.

Long and thick, his length lies across abs so defined they look photoshopped, the focal point of a sinful V converging from his hips. Two distinct veins crawl up his underside, nearly reaching his domed tip that grazes the lower crescent of his bellybutton.

He's huge. So, outrageously massive that my sex throbs, despite me wondering how the hell he's going to fit.

"Don't worry, baby. I know just what to do with you," a deep voice says, reading my mind, snapping me from my trance—Shit, was I drooling? My eyes roam across steel abs, but when they meet Hayden's, I quake with shock.

A dominant, fiery lust burns behind them, and a smug grin tugs at his lips, his arms still draped across the backside of the couch, as he enjoys the view. Me. Clad in nothing but a bra and panties. On my knees at his feet. His gaze flickers to his manhood, then back. A silent command, one I obey immediately.

Scooting closer, I size up the beast, nervous tension crackling inside me. Here I was, worried about how he's going to fit in me, when I don't even know if he'll fit in my mouth. So, I start with a simple touch, scraping a nail down his shaft, feeling the weight of his cocky stare, not really expecting much of a reactio—

His legs quiver at my sides.

I stop and look up, finding his mouth parted.

Using an additional finger, I scrape some more, watching as he grits his teeth, all but pooling satisfaction in my center. For another minute, I tease him, loving every grunt and hiss that passes his lips, until they stop completely when I grip him at the base.

Whatever remained of his composure slips right off his features—his posture straightens, his hands shoot to the edge of the couch cushion. Standing him to attention, my pulse spikes, not quite knowing how to proceed into such unfamiliar territory. Hesitantly, I lick his tip where its ridge meets the underside of his shaft, exactly where he was sensitive before.

Hayden's entire body shudders beneath me.

I pause, smirking. Oh, this is going to be fun.

I try again, slower this time.

He hisses through clenched teeth, legs trembling violently. "You just love playing with it, don't you?" he manages out.

Yes.

Lick...

Lick...

Lick...

A groan escapes him, and it's like a shot of dopamine straight into my brain. The seductive sound replays in my mind, heightening my arousal, urging me to lap him from the base all the way up his length, before swirling my tongue around his tip.

"Fuckkkk." His head falls, resting on the backside of the couch. Around and around, I circle him, keeping a torturously slow pace, until he's whimpering the most delicious noise, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm. "Look at me—look at me... yessss..."

He curses viciously when I slurp him into my mouth, just an inch, but it's enough to earn an involuntary thrust. His cock glides down my tongue, prying my lips wide, hardly able to compensate for his girth. Fighting back a sting of tears, I suck hard on his withdraw, moaning around him.

"Fucking hell, Jules." He inhales sharply, his jaw hanging low while he watches me bob up and down. "Goddddd... are you sure this is your first time?" he asks, and there's no mistaking his jealousy.

I pop him out. "You're my first," I say sweetly, seeing his gaze smolder with possession.

I drive my head back down, earning another curse, but I'm only able to make it a few inches before my throat spasms, and a loose lock sticks to my gloss. He grins at that, gathering my hair in one hand, wrapping it around his fist, his other clutching the seat in controlled restraint.

But that's the problem. His control.

It should be blown to bits, my hair ripping at the seams. Instead, he's fastened a leash on himself for my sake. And I've had enough.

Gripping his base tight, I work him up and down, increasing my pace suddenly. I lock my eyes with his, never veering from their sight as I pinch my eyebrows, sporting the poutiest, most desperate look I can muster, hoping I match my only reference—porn. When shock flashes across his expression, I know I hit my mark.

"Juliana..."

I taunt him with a little giggle.

The hand gripping my hair tightens, pulling at the roots, as the other whips to his mouth, forming a fist. "I know what you're doing," he grits out when I take him a little deeper.

I moan, sending vibrations that have him biting into his flesh.

"You sure you want that, for your first time?"

I bat my lashes innocently.

Shadows emerge from his features. "You're very tight down there," he cautions.

Don't care— Blink, blink, blink.

"Fuck..." He pulls his fist from his mouth, revealing a row of teeth marks. "Look at you, begging to be taken rough. So perfect. On your knees, worshipping my cock." Heat floods between my thighs, throbbing painfully at his praise. "Hollow those cheeks, baby." I suction harder, whining as I do. "Yes, just like that..."

His eyes roll back, only to burst open the instant my fingertips begin exploring his inner thighs. At first, I'm unsure of where I'm headed, or what I'm even doing, just lazily stroking as I bob my head, keeping eye contact without using my hands, until I feel him quiver as I traverse too close to his balls.

His stare widens with surprise, but quickly darkens with promises of repercussions. I'd shoot him a wicked grin, if my mouth wasn't preoccupied. Hopefully, he can decipher the mischief in my eyes.

I inch closer to that forbidden spot.

"Careful," he warns.

A hiss sings through his teeth, when I brush his delicate flesh with the pad of my thumb. Easing up my head movements, I focus on my new discovery. Gently sweeping the opposite direction, I explore the surprisingly smooth texture as it tightens to my touch, all while Hayden practically melts into the couch, his eyes glossing with a hazy film and lips moaning throaty sounds that would make the devil blush. Surely, he's in utter bliss.

Until I scrape a nail across his soft skin.

Every muscle, every fiber in his being stills.

"What did I tell you, Juliana?"

An excited shiver bolts down my spine when I meet his stare. It's poised for punishment, and mine answers with a challenge. He lifts an arrogant eyebrow—

Scrape, scrape, scrape, I scratch his balls, bobbing the tip of his cock past my lips repeatedly, the motion bouncing my breasts.

A small sound escapes him, and shit ... the look on his face... something in him cracks, like a splinter down everything he knows. The fingers in my hair, the ones clenching the couch cushion, even his voice— they all tremble. At long last, I witness a man well past his breaking point.

Hot breath puffs his cheeks. "Last... warning..."

With another giggle, I bounce higher, driven wildly by lust as I abandon the scraping and instead tug on his—

"That's it."