Chasing Him (Dark Love 4)

“Hello! Where’s my Spider-boy Andy?” Eric pretends to go searching in the house as Andy stumbles down the stairs.

“I’m here! I’m here, Ewic!”

Eric catches him on the final step and spins him around before latching onto him in a great big hug.

“What’s going on?” I ask casually, biting into my apple.

“We’re here to take this little guy out,” Tristan tells us.

I know I’m nervous as I try to calm my voice. “Where to?”

“The trampoline place around the corner. Relax, we’ll be gone for an hour. I’m sure that’s all you need.” Eric winks at Julian.

Julian almost chokes on the pear he’s eating, Tristan patting him on the back, the perfect opportunity to mock him.

“We’re going to have fun, right, Andy? Plus, I can show you my somersault moves.” Eric is way too excited about this.

“Every time we go to Trampoline World, Eric reenacts the movie Bring It On and does all these cheerleader moves. I’m telling you, you’re going to break your neck. You’re not that limber anymore,” Tristan reminds him.

“That’s not what your mom said last night,” Eric jokes.

“Hey, don’t do the mom jokes,” Julian scowls. “That’s my sister you’re talking about. Can you two go now? Take care of Andy, bring him back in one piece, and just for the record, an hour is never enough.”

The second their car leaves our driveway, the deadbolts are on, and Julian throws me over his shoulder, slapping me on the ass as I squeal in delight. There’s no delay, throwing me onto the bed and jumping over me, smashing his lips against mine. I rip the buttons on his shirt exposing his perfectly toned chest that I have missed so much.

His eyes literally devour me as he lifts off my dress, exposing my bra and panties.

He pushes me back down, and amongst the heavy kisses, he slides his hand down below and brushes it along my clit. I arch my back and moan loudly until he tells me that he is entering me. Shoving my panties aside, he toys with the tip of his cock around my entrance.

“I love you, Adriana, but this is going to be hard and fast. Are you with me?”

I nod in excitement, and just when I think I have it all under control, he rams into me so hard, I lose my breath. I try to wrap my arms around his muscular back, but he pulls them up above my head and forces himself harder. It’s painful but so delightfully arousing at the same time. His heavy weight pins me down, and I’m helpless beneath him. With every thrust, he rubs against my clit, and the pressure is building. I am lost within him. His grip on my wrist is tight, and with his teeth, he tugs my bra down displaying my breasts. At a ravenous pace, he licks my nipple with the tip of his tongue, circling it with a slow and pleasurable pain, but then he bites down, hard, and I yelp as the sensation connects with the rest of my body.

“S

o fucking beautiful,” he mumbles to himself.

The face of a man as beautiful as Julian’s in the heat of the moment is a picture of pure lust, desire, and hunger. The way his jaw tightens, and his mouth is biting down, expresses the primal side of him possessing my body. The dominance and sexual force take me to places only my imagination explores during my private moments. The reality far exceeds my expectations, knowing he is mine, and this intimate connection between us allows me to push my boundaries and experience acts that are unfamiliar or once a taboo. It’s the gleam in his eye, the love and reassurance that stops me from feeling any remorse. What we do behind closed doors feels so right and shouldn’t be anything to be ashamed of because he loves me.

And I adore our dirty bubble.

I’m about to tell him that it’s all over for me, time to break out the bubbly, do my happy dance, when he stops midway. I can’t even talk, breathless and weak in the knees. He is dead silent, his stare boring into me making me slightly self-conscious.

“I can’t control my need for you. I need you to understand that.” There’s a grunt which escapes his throat. It’s the tiger ready to attack, the shark circling its prey.

“I understand,” I whisper, submissive to his demands.

His lips crash onto mine, catching me off-guard and unable to breathe. I suck in air as his tongue rolls with mine allowing a gasp of air to escape. Pulling back, he resumes his position.

“Hard and fast,” he mutters.

“Hard and fast,” I repeat. “I can handle that.”

He releases an ominous laugh, piquing my curiosity. “Baby, no one is ever going to get in our way, and now, you’re going to get taste of what it’s like to be mine.”

I assume that he is going to make me come now, but you know what they say about assuming—it makes an ass out of you and me.

And I’m clearly that ass right now.