Page 122 of The Comedown

Thickly, he asks, “Can I please kiss you now?”

“Where?”

His gaze trickles to my throat, over my breasts, and down my stomach before settling at the junction at my thighs covered by a thin strip of fabric.

“There.”

I release him, and with the ball of my foot on the seat of his chair, I push off the floor, fitting both my feet between his legs. Mine pressed tightly together, I shimmy the panties down my thighs all the way to my ankles, lifting one foot at a time to drop them on the floor.

Julian’s chest expands on an inhale I know is being pulled in through his nose.

My body sways forward just enough for him to stretch his neck out, but instead of kissing my pussy, he tilts his head at the last second to lay a tender kiss to my inner thigh. When he does the same to the other one, I see red streaks on the skin.

The zippers on his pants. I hadn’t even noticed they made marks.

Through dense lashes, he looks up at me, and says, “Even with my hands tied behind my back, I’ll still take care of you because real kings protect their queens.” Never breaking eye contact, his mouth moves to my clit and closes over the nub while his dolphin bites tickle my pussy lips.

Both hands in his hair for balance, I keep Julian on my clit, guiding his mouth up and down, against me so my hips can mirror his movements.

A series of knocks at the door freezes me in place but has the opposite effect on Julian as he goes even harder, sucking my clit like a vacuum hose.

“Have you seen Julez? We need him on stage!”

With a strategic yank to his strands, Julian’s forced to let go, a string of my arousal mixed with his saliva hanging in the air between my clit and his top lip.

I’m completely transfixed by the sight until he growls up at me, “Tell them to fuck off or I will.”

Breathless, I shake my head and my own possessive thoughts away to say, “You need to make a choice.”

“Between you or them? Easy, y—”

“Think it through, Julian. Don’t just think about instant gratification. Think about everyone and everything I’ve been talking about.”

“This is my test?” he asks.

I shrug a shoulder, telling him, “You said you’d ace it.”

He glances around the room, his chest expanding and contracting.

“I’ll go out there…”

He did it. He actually chose what’s important, and he did it for the right reasons.

I drop a foot to the floor.

“…with you. If that’s okay?”

All movement stops as we regard one another.

He chose…both? But he’s leaving it up to me.

“If you want, and you’re ready, we can go now. Or if you wanna stay another minute…” His eyes take me in, lifting his chin for me to stand back up on the chair. “I’ll finish you off first.”

All restraint leaves my body, leaving behind need. Pure need. The need I’ve been denying for far too long.

“Two minutes!” I call out to whoever’s on the other side of my door, then straddle Julian, positioning my seam above his cock before plunging right down on to his hard length until he’s bottomed out inside me.

Our groans surround us like a fortress, keeping us in and everything else out.