“I had other plans for you.” His deep voice makes my stomach flutter.
“Save them for later.”
“Dahlia…”
The slide of his zipper sends a shiver skating down my spine. His abs clench as I kneel and pull his pants down far enough to reveal his straining erection pressing against his briefs.
“Did scaring me turn you on?” I swipe my finger across the damp material covering his tip.
“More than it should have.”
“That’s sick.” I tease his length with a featherlight touch.
“I’m aware.”
I kneel before gripping the band of his boxers and sliding them down his thighs to free his dick.
He grips my chin hard. “Maybe I should scare you some more if this is the reward I get.”
I tilt my head back so I can glare properly. “I prefer you when you’re quiet.”
“What—”
I run my tongue up the length of his cock before tracing the tip. His groan has my toes curling within my sneakers, and I repeat the same motion on the other side.
His fingers slide through my hair and hold me in place. “Let me take you out to dinner first.”
“We never agreed to a date.” I flick my tongue across his tip, collecting a drop of his arousal in the process.
My comment earns me the hottest scowl.
“Open.” He practically snarls the word.
My lips part out of surprise rather than submission. Julian doesn’t seem to notice or care about the difference as he slams inside. I gag, digging my fingers into his thighs as I try to find purchase.
It takes me a moment to adjust to his size, and he patiently waits until my eyes are no longer cloudy from my tears.
“Turns out I like you better when you’re quiet too.” He flashes me the most unhinged grin as he repeats the same move, although I’m better prepared to take him this time.
My attempt at controlling the situation slips away as Julian finds his tempo, fucking my mouth in the most deliciously depraved way. I should hate the lack of control—should despise everything about Julian using me like this—but I’m too turned on by it all to care.
I press my thighs together as his gaze burns a hole straight through my heart.
He chants my name in a hoarse voice that makes my stomach muscles tighten. I alternate between flattening my tongue and sucking hard enough to make him hiss.
He curses as he nearly rips my hair out by the roots gripping the back of my head, and I return the bite of pain by digging my nails into the back of his ass hard enough to leave half-moon indentations.
“Do that again and I’ll find a better way to keep your hands occupied.”
Fuck him. I’ll show him.
I lift the hem of my skirt, exposing my soaked underwear.
His gaze follows my every move as I push my underwear to the side and trace my slit. I’m careful to avoid my clit, wanting to drag this process out.
His muscles bulge as he pauses mid-thrust. “Let me see.”
I lift my glistening middle finger into the air.
“Fuck.”
My body lights up like the sky on the Fourth of July.
“Show me how you like to be touched.”
His demand feels like a test in a way, and I’d like nothing more than to pass with flying colors. He pulls back, giving me a moment to collect myself before restarting his ownership of my mouth.
God. This is so wrong.
I spread my thighs wider and match his thrusts with my own. Every pump of my fingers sends a fresh wave of sparks down my spine, and after a minute, my muscles are trembling.
I play with my clit and shudder at the building pressure in my lower belly.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His maddening pace quickens.
The butterflies in my stomach rage and riot at his nickname, threatening to burst free. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I tease myself to the sounds of his groans.
“Dahlia,” he chants as I wrap my lips around his cock and suck hard enough to make him shake.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You are too fucking good at that.”
Julian cursing twice in one breath? A girl could get used to that.
“Screw this.” He pulls out of my mouth, yanks me to my feet, and drags me by the hand toward the wall with the window facing the lake.
“What are you—” My question gets cut off as he drops to his knees, throws my leg over his shoulder, and yanks my underwear to the side.
He gazes at my pussy like one does a work of art—with utter fascination and devotion. My legs tremble, which seems to snap him out of his trance.
He glides his tongue over my slit, sending sparks down my spine.
“Oh, fuck.” My head knocks back against the wall.
Whatever self-control Julian had snaps as he alternates between long strokes and deep thrusts of his tongue. He studies my reactions like I’m his favorite subject, his attention never straying from my face, and I have to break eye contact multiple times because what reflects in his eyes excites me way more than it should.
I detonate with a single thrust of his finger and a rough tug of my clit with his mouth. My leg locks around his neck as I trap him against my pussy, forcing him to keep going while I ride out my orgasm.
I’m so lost in my lust that I don’t notice Julian’s jerky movements until he is groaning against me. I glance down at the mess he made of the floor.
Holy shit.
Julian came to the sound and taste of me. I’ve never felt more powerful in my life than with him on his knees, still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm while he stares up at me with an expression I’m too afraid to dissect.
He got my hopes up once before, and I refuse to fall for it again.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Julian
After cleaning the floor and fixing our clothes, I take advantage of Dahlia’s post-orgasm bliss before she has a chance to come to her senses.
“Have dinner with me?” The words rush out of my mouth as I grab her hand and tug her away from the attic door.
Her eyes widen. “You were serious about that?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“My place.”
She glares. “I should say no after the prank you pulled.”
“But you won’t.” I kiss her knuckles.
Her brow rises in a silent taunt. “You sure about that?”
“Don’t make me beg.”
“I’d love nothing more.” She pushes on my shoulder with a single finger. “Ask me again. On your knees.”
Dahlia is the only woman I would enthusiastically get down on my knees for, and I prove it to her as I follow her order.
I tease her hip with the pad of my thumb. “Put me out of my misery and say yes.”
“That’s possible?” Her eyes gleam.
“Hilarious.”
“Fine. I’ll join you, but only because you’re doing that sad puppy dog look again.”
I had no idea I had one, but I’m glad to have the weapon in my arsenal as far as she is concerned.
“Let’s go before I change my mind.” Dahlia interlocks our fingers and pulls me through the house and out the front door. We stop in front of her car, right beside the driver’s side.
“What are you thinking about having for dinner?” she asks as she digs through her purse for her keys.
I cage her against the door and steal one last kiss. “Takeout.”