Page 80 of Hard Rock Muse

I threw him a sultry smirk. Julian turned off the stove with a quick flick. He came over and pressed me against the kitchen counter. He placed his hands on my rib cage, his thumbs stroking just under my breasts.

“Is the pasta ready?” I asked.

His eyes simmered with a different kind of hunger. “Fuck the pasta.”

I surged forward and closed the gap between us. He captured my lips with his, our mouths moving urgently against one another’s. I wrapped one leg around him and rolled my hips. I couldn’t help but let out small moans as I ground down against him.

He cupped my ass with both hands, squeezing and kneading.

“Hold on,” he mumbled through our kiss.

I clutched his shoulders as he picked me up and carried me through the apartment to the bedroom.

We landed on the bed together with a heavy thud, the mattress bouncing underneath us, but never broke our kiss.

I reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it up and over his head. He did the same to mine. I explored his chest, enjoying the feel of his hard planes and valleys against my palms. He was warm. He’d always been so warm. He peppered kisses along my neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking, no doubt leaving red marks.

I didn’t stop him. I wanted those marks. I wanted the evidence of our passion.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and tugged down. We both took a moment to divest ourselves of the rest of our clothes and grab protection from the nightstand drawer. Soon, we were naked. Julian was on top of me, his stiff length bumping against my inner thigh. I was already wet and throbbing inside, needing him to take me, right then and there.

But he didn’t. He stayed in that position, just barely brushing against me. He gave me slow, lazy kisses, but didn’t do anything other than that.

I pulled away from his lips.

“Do it,” I said breathlessly. “Fuck me.”

With a hand curled around his base, he dragged the tip up and down, between my lower lips, teasing me.

“Is that what you want?” he asked.

“Yes!” I dug my fingers into his upper arms. “Fuck me!”

He thrust himself inside me and I let out a choked cry. I shuddered underneath him as he kept on pushing, going deeper and deeper, until he’d bottomed out, as far inside me as he could go.

He pulled out, slowly. I moaned at the loss. He shoved back in with a powerful buck of his hips. I cried out at the sensation.

Julian brought a hand to my clit and rubbed in circles. I squirmed and writhed on the bed as the pleasure soared through me. I was sent higher and higher, almost at my peak.

“Come for me, Ev,” Julian murmured. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come around me.”

With a sharp gasp I flew over the edge, my orgasm roaring through me. I clenched down hard and fluttered around him, milking his cock. I heard him groan, felt his muscles strain, but didn’t feel that familiar twitching that told me he’d found his own release.

After long moments, when the exquisite pleasure had subsided and I was lying limp on the bed, Julian put a thumb to my lips.

“I want you to do something for me, baby,” he said softly.

“Anything,” I breathed.

His eyes flashed with heat. He pushed his thumb into my mouth, laying it on the flat of my tongue.

“Suck me,” he said hoarsely.

I closed my mouth around his thumb and sucked as I nodded, showing him I understood.

Julian pulled out of me and I hissed, still sensitive. He disposed of the condom and stood in front of me. I sat on the bed, gripping his thighs and bringing his cock to my mouth.

He placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me closer. I breathed out, letting hot air wash over him. I licked a line from base to tip and relished his moan. I lightly gripped the base with my hand and darted down to suck him into my mouth.