Page 8 of Monochrome (ORCA #4)

CHAPTER

EIGHT

ETHAN

I’d apparently lost my goddamn mind.

That was the only logical explanation for how I ended up with Julius Hunter’s sweater held in a death grip, his body against mine, and his tongue in my mouth moments after he confessed he’d been lying to me since the moment we met.

Emotions roiled in my gut—anger, betrayal, fear, confusion, desire…

Desire was the easiest to deal with, so I clung to it with both hands like a drowning man clinging to a life preserver.

It was the only thing powerful enough to ground me in the moment, to keep me from spiraling into the darkness Julius’s revelations had creeping in along the edges.

My fingers tightened in Julius’s shirt, and I pulled him even closer to me until our bodies were pressed together tight, and there was no doubt he could feel what his kiss was doing to me.

When he started to pull back, I followed him, refusing to let my lips leave his for even a second.

I needed to hold on to the moment so I wouldn’t drift away.

Julius’s strong hands found my hips, his fingertips skimming along the waistband of my jeans, under the hem of my sweatshirt.

Everywhere he touched, electric heat sparked, and I wanted more.

I wanted him to undress me and light up every inch of my skin.

I shoved him back a step with my body, and his legs hit the couch, his fingers digging into my hips as he fell back and pulled me down with him, my knees landing on either side of his thick thighs.

Our mouths separated, and I risked a glance at his face.

His already dark eyes were almost black with desire, his pupils blown wide, blotting out the deep brown until only a tiny ring of color remained.

Thank god I wasn’t in this alone.

He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t give him the chance.

Instead, I tugged at his lower lip with my teeth until he groaned and his hips shifted under me, our erections pressing together through the layers of fabric that separated our skin.

I ground my body down against his, drinking in his moans and feeling like I was taking back some of the power I felt like I’d lost when he’d told me about the shit going on at my own company right under my nose.

Releasing his lip, I pressed our mouths together again, but there was nothing sweet or soft about the kiss.

It was fueled by the anger that still simmered under my skin, and as I grabbed Julius’s shoulders and pulled myself farther on top of him, I let my fingernails bite into his shoulders until he let out a little hiss of pain.

His hands found my ass, squeezing hard as he lined our bodies up, giving as good as he was getting.

As I rutted against his cock, his hands slid down the back of my pants, the heat of his flesh against mine making my dick leak, the scent of our combined arousal heavy in the air.

“I want your hands on me.”

Julius smirked.

“My hands are on you.”

“You know what I fucking mean.”

He slid his hands free and pushed them between us, his deft fingers popping open the button and lowering the zipper on my jeans.

He shoved my pants and underwear down as far as he could in our current position, and his warm hand wrapped around my shaft.

I swallowed down the sob of relief that threatened to spill past my lips, turning it into a moan instead.

It had been long enough that I couldn’t remember the last time someone else had touched my dick.

The sensation was almost foreign and overwhelming, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the maelstrom of emotion that was still raging through me, or if it was because it was Julius who was finally touching me.

“Was this what you wanted?”

He stroked my cock from root to tip, his thumb dipping into the slit and smearing my precum around the head.

My breath caught in my chest, and when I spoke, my voice was embarrassingly thick with arousal.

“To be clear, this doesn’t mean I’m over the fact that you lied to me. I’m still pissed as hell.”

Another sexy-as-sin smirk tipped his lips.

“Noted.” Then he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, lifting his hips so he could push them down and free his cock.

It was thick and long, the same natural bronze as his skin, and my mouth watered, wanting to taste it.

“Though, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to think you’re lying.”

“Fuck you, Julius.”

He laughed and pressed one large hand to my lower back, pushing me forward on his lap until our bare cocks brushed.

Another moan rumbled through my chest, and I’m not too proud to admit I almost wept when Julius lifted his hips again, rubbing the precum-slick head of his cock against mine.

I rocked my hips to match his thrusts until we were both sticky and my balls ached with the need to come.

If it had been a long time since I’d gotten off with anyone but myself, it had been even longer since I’d done this.

I couldn’t remember the last time sex hadn’t been a race toward penetration with a perfunctory hand job or blow job, just to get the party started before moving on to the main event.

That probably said more about my past hookups than anything else.

Before everything that had happened last year, I’d been all for one-night stands and no-strings sex, but now, with Julius’s warm hand holding me against him, and, “Oh, fuck,” his large hand wrapped around both our cocks, I was starting to think I’d missed out.

Crushing my lips to his again, our teeth and tongues dueling for dominance and control of the kiss, I let myself float on the sensations of our dicks rubbing as Julius worked us together with the perfect amount of pressure and speed.

My fingernails bit into his shoulders again as I used him for leverage to move my hips, increasing the tempo until our kisses stopped being kisses and turned into panted breaths where we shared the same air.

“I’m. Still. Mad. At. You.” The words felt important to say, even as my orgasm built until it was hard to get the words out without a gasped breath between each.

Julius’s answering nod brushed my forehead as he chased my lips again.

“I know, and I’m sorry.” His grip tightened, and his fist twisted over the heads of our cocks, and I was gone, hurtling over the edge into the abyss of orgasm.

As I came, I bit into Julius’s neck, loving the taste of his skin on my tongue and the feel of his pulse against my lips.

“Fuck, Ethan!” His hand stilled, and I felt his dick twitch against mine as he came, coating both our shafts and his fingers with cum.

Resting my head against his shoulder, I looked between us where he still held us in his fist, and I’d swear to any deity that I’d never seen anything hotter than Julius’s long, elegant fingers covered in our cum.

My mouth watered again, and without thinking about it too much or for too long, I unwrapped his hand from around us and brought his fingers to my mouth, licking away our taste until Julius was panting, and my cock was attempting to rally for round two.

An anguished cry rent the air, and I dropped Julius’s hand and let my head fall to his shoulder for just a second as sobs echoed down the hall.

Like it did every time one of the twins woke up crying from a bad dream—usually one that made them remember their mom and dad were gone and were not coming back—my heart cracked a little, and I took a beat to soak up Julius’s strength as he ran a hand up and down my back.

Reluctantly, I pushed away from him, looking at his beautifully flushed face as I climbed off his lap and tucked myself away.

My anger from earlier was still there, but the orgasm had done wonders to take the edge off.

There was still a lot we needed to discuss, though.

“Stay here. We need to talk.”

Julius nodded. “Understood.”