Page 138 of The Comedown

But he’s the one who wanted my pussy to suck his cock, wasn’t he?

I smirk, and do it again, squeezing with all my might.

One of his hands disappears a second before it slaps across my ass cheek with a loud crack of skin against skin, and my inner walls seize up around Julian’s shaft like a boxer’s fist, tighter than before.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, then reaches forward, grabbing on to the chains decorating my chest as he draws himself out of me only to immediately thrust back in. I can literally feel every single inch of him, and yet, I still want more.

I drop a hand between my thighs, ignoring my clit altogether. My fingers find the underside of his hard, veiny muscle, and I hold them there, letting the tips drift over his length as he slowly pumps it in and out of me.

“Julian,” I moan, feeling so full, so complete, so incredibly turned on I don’t know how much more I can take.

“What do you need?” he asks, breathless.

I answer with the only thing I can think of. “You.”

The chains bite into the back of my neck, pulling my head down between my shoulders, and I watch from below as Julian’s thighs contract with quick, uncontrolled movements, his fist around the chains at my chest tight and unrelenting. Waiting until he pulls almost all the way out, I contract my vaginal muscles, then he drives into me one final time, collapsing against my back as hot liquid fills me to the brim, enough to run out on to my fingers.

Just like every other time we have sex, the thought of becoming pregnant with Julian’s baby glimmers like the end of a lit sparkler before I rush to extinguish it myself. Unfortunately, it just isn’t possible.

I use the extra lube to swirl around my clit before feeling Julian’s hand on mine, helping to coax out one more orgasm.

“Come on my cock, Collette,” Julian rasps with a short, hard thrust against my backside, and I do. I come all over him, and me, and us.

My lower half convulsing, I bring our entwined hands up, licking our cum off. The flavor is a combination of sweet and tangy, with a distinct saltiness.

Julian takes me with as he sits back, and we stay connected, his cock softening inside me while I sit on his lap, catching my breath.

He’s the first to break the silence, saying, “It’s never been like that before.”

I nod, my stare on an empty champagne flute hanging upside down on the sideboard. The tire rotations on the highway outside cause it to sway back and forth, back and forth.

“Yeah. They dull so much sensation.”

“I wasn’t talking about condoms.”

“I wasn’t either. I was talking about drugs.” I let that hang in the air.

“Not all of them do,” he tries to argue weakly.

“Enough of them do,” I say before getting up and ending the conversation to redress.

Julian does the same, tucking himself back inside his jeans, and sitting on the seat again.

Eyes on my arm disappearing inside my jacket sleeve, I say, “About the free concerts…”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t leave me before you even leave me.”

The heat in his voice has me glancing over at him.

“It was a gift. I don’t want you to think you have to help pay for your own gift. I made the deal for the Jell-O pit willing to—”

“That’s not what I think.”

“It’s not?”