Julian’s eyes were dazed as he took his fill of my bare chest. The combination of his glassy eyes, flushed face, and messed-up hair was the sexiest fucking thing ever.
I reached for his shirt and pulled it up over his head before wrapping my arms around him again and bringing our bare chests together. It felt amazing. Weird and different, but hot as fuck.
He was tall and strong. His flat chest had hair on it, and I wanted to rub my hands across it to feel the dips and swells of his muscles. Instead, I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him again until I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care. He was the best kisser on the fucking planet, and I needed more.
There would never be enough. I could kiss him every minute for the rest of my life, and it wouldn’t be enough.
“What’re we doing?” he gasped between kisses. “Parks. This…” I kissed him again to shut him up, and then I reached my hand down to feel his cock through his pants. If he was going to put a stop to this, I wanted to know what he felt like first.
His groan went all the way down to my dick, and the way he pressed his shaft into my hand, almost against his will, was intoxicating.
“Want this,” I murmured against his lips. “Want you.”
“You don’t,” he said back, arching into me again. “You can’t.”
I grabbed his hand and yanked it to my own dick, forcing him to feel how hard I was for him. “Tell me I don’t want this,” I growled against his cheek. “Tell me I’m holding your hard cock in my hand and thinking about anyone other than you.”
He whimpered again, as if fighting with himself, but then he must have come to a decision. Suddenly, he was the aggressor again, ripping the front of his jeans open and moving my hand inside before shoving his own down my pants.
As soon as I felt the smooth warmth of the skin of his cock, I felt my skin prickle. This was strange but good. So fucking good. Had I ever been this turned on by anyone? If so, it had been obliterated from my memory by this moment.
When I felt his grip around my own shaft, my legs wobbled, and I let out a cry of relief. “Don’t stop,” I begged again.
I humped into his hand erratically, trying my best to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me.
“Just like that,” he urged. “Oh fuck, fuck.”
“More,” I gasped. “What do I do? Tell me what to do.” I felt panic rising up in my chest. I wanted everything with him, and I wanted it right fucking now.
Jules yanked down my pants and underwear before stepping closer to me until I was shoved hard against the wall again. When he brought our bare dicks together in his grip, I stared down at them in shock. How could something so simple feel this good?
He was right. He was bigger than me. Not by ten times, of course, but the thick head of his cock towered above mine in a way that made my heart pound even more. It was ruddy and engorged, shiny and damp at the tip, and hot against my skin.
Watching us slide against each other made my head spin. “Gonna come,” I squeaked. “Jules, gonna come.”
He grabbed the side of my face with his free hand and held our faces together cheek-to-cheek. His breath puffed out against my ear. “Come all over me,” he grunted. “Want to feel your hot spunk all over my hand.”
Oh god.
His words were all it took. I squeezed my eyes closed as the waves of my climax crested, and I thrust even harder in his grip. I turned my face into his and opened my mouth to taste his skin as I came.
When his grunted curse hit my ears, I opened my eyes and looked down just in time to see him come. It covered his hand and my stomach, getting caught in the hair below my belly button and dripping down into my pubic hair. I reached down without thinking and spread it against my skin.
“Fuck,” Julian said, gasping for breath. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Instead of exclamations of pleasure, his words sounded like regret. I glanced up at his face and saw it all there.
Regret, horror, sorrow.
I knew before he moved an inch that he was going to run.
“Don’t,” I warned in the split second before he shoved away from me. He stumbled to the kitchen, yanking up his pants and scrambling to wash his hands in the sink before grabbing his coat and car keys. “Jules, don’t you dare leave,” I shouted, trying to pull up my own pants so I could grab him and make him stay.