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TWENTY-FIVE
JULIANA
My body is a twisted inferno. A raging conduit of lust. Hotter than the steam rising off the gorgeous man before me and burning brighter than the satisfaction in his eyes.
As for my mind, well, it slipped off the slope of sanity a while ago, probably around the time the bruise on my neck fully formed, or maybe while I was fantasizing about my brother's best friend instead of sleeping. Now, look what I've done. The place between my ears flows with carnal need, void of thought or rationale, and yearns for one thing and one thing only.
Hayden's touch.
I spread my legs, baring my center, watching as Hayden's tongue sweeps across his bottom lip, beneath an expression lined with restraint. Goosebumps rise along my skin, not from the cool night air, but from the hands perusing down my thighs, halting at my knees.
I gasp when Hayden shoves my legs wider. Stepping closer through the water, he keeps them there with his body, pressing my shins firmly into the hot tub walls, as he admires me on full display.
"God, you're fucking perfect," he praises, squeezing my thighs, his eyes swirling with hunger when he notes my nipples pebbling under my bikini. "Take them out."
I hesitate.
Our gazes lock, and for a moment, we just stare at each other in silence, his nose a hair's breadth from mine. Anticipation crackles between us like a live wire, deadly to the touch, forming a line that I may or may not cross.
I reach for my top, shivering when he murmurs, "That's my good girl," and spread the fabric apart, exposing myself. The instant his eyes flick downward, his shoulders droop, his whole body releasing tension on a sigh. At first, I'm unsure if he likes what he sees, until he lets out a low curse.
"You could have me on my knees with those, Juliana."
I bite down on a jittery smile. "Could I?"
"Yes, and more..." He trails a hand straight down my middle, grazing my belly button ring ever-so softly, stopping above my bikini bottoms. "With this."
I inhale sharply as he tugs the fabric upwards, giving me a slight front wedgie, the motion a reminder of just how slick I am underneath. He smirks at that and tugs again, rougher this time, forcing a whimper out of me, then another when he sweeps farther down.
"Every man wanted you tonight."
I'm about to protest, to tell him he's crazy for thinking that, but a yelp escapes instead. He presses a thumb to my clit over the fabric, the sensation almost too intense to bear.
"N-no, they didn't," I manage to get out, as he presses firmer, my legs shaking, splashing in the water.
"They did." He eases up, then begins my delicious torture—rubbing tiny, steady circles over my sensitive bud, as if he has all night. I suck in my bottom lip, pleasure bursting along my nerve endings.
"They would've done anything, said anything to you, to see what lies under this, to have you wrapped around them all night." Jealousy swims beneath his tone, but he keeps a constant, teasing pace, rendering it impossible for me to argue. "But they didn't try, only stared at your tempting body from afar, because they knew you'd warm my bed tonight. Isn't that right, Jules?"
"Yes—yes!" I moan, embarrassment hot on my cheeks as I sway against his finger, craving more friction.
His dark chuckle breezes over my skin, before he leans closer, spreading me wider and constricting my movements. "So needy." He tsks with his tongue, watching me writhe. "When I haven't even truly touched you yet."
I grunt in frustration when he withdraws his touch, leaving me wanting, only to go utterly still as he grazes down the edge of the fabric, near my opening. He waits a moment, looking into my eyes, as if I might stop him. When I don't, he brushes it aside, exposing my flesh.
"Fuckkkk," he groans roughly, his knuckles whitening along the edge of the tub. "Are you always this wet for me?"
Yes. "Sometimes."
"So, I'm fucking a liar tonight, am I?"
"No!" I cry out as his fingers descend upon my bare clit, rubbing harshly.
"Don't lie to me," he growls, flashing a devilish grin when I grind against his hand, doubling over into his chest. He grabs me by the hair, tugging my neck back to look up at him. "Just a greedy little liar, aren't you? Prancing around my apartment in those tight yoga pants that show off your ass, when your pussy's soaking wet underneath, huh? Does that sound about right?"
Fuckkk! I take his punishment, my mouth open on a silent scream. When I nod vigorously, he laughs.
"That's what I thought." He drops to an abysmal pace, and it's just as brutal. My legs tremble involuntarily, riding out the come-down, but I find no solace as he works me over, smirking when he hears my pleading mewls. "What else are you hiding, hmm?"
