Page 131 of Fever Dream
But here? Now? Under these circumstances? None of it feels quite right.
Still, Iknow. We both do. Which is why I just grin at him and say, “Why do you think I’m so desperate to get your cock in my mouth?”
Tongue flat, I lick the tip and his eyes go hooded. “Jules.”
His fingers curl, tugging my hair.
I lick again, this time tasting the salty flavor of his pre-cum.
“Jules.” His head tips back against the wall, hands pulling me closer. He looks like a fucking Greek god above me, sculpted by a master. I could stare at him all day long. Lounge in his arms. Listen to him breathe.
Unfortunately for me, we currently have about seven minutes.
I push up so that I’m even with his waist and try to take his full length in one go, swallowing at the end to keep from gagging.
He whimpers, his thumb tracing the shell of my ear with aching tenderness.
That one sound—that one touch—is all the proof I need of what he said earlier. And the knowing makes me want to take my time. Savor him. Watch his every expression as I pull him apart, thread by thread.
Later, I promise myself. Because right now, we need this.
I need him.
I suck him back again, cheeks hollowing as I increase the suction. I work him over, making it messy and frantic and desperate. Saliva pools in my mouth. Wetting my lips. It drips down my chin, and I can feel him watching above me. Admiring.
I choke—on purpose. He groans, his head thunking back against the drywall.
I do it again, gripping his thighs for dear life. His entire body has gone rigid, like a string pulled too tight. He feels ready to snap.
Soon his hands go from holding my head to gripping it.
I smile around his cock, satisfied by his fraying control.
“Jules. Fuck. Tell me what you want.”
Looking up, I make a show of pulling off, eyes slightly watery, a line of saliva stretched between the head of his thick cock and my bottom lip. “I want you to fuck my face. Hard. Like you hate me for doing this to you.”
His cheeks flush and his eyes darken. “For doing what to me?”
“For making you fall in love with me.”
His tongue pops into the side of his mouth as his eyes race over my face like he’s searching for something.
Finally, one hand moves. His thumb presses against my chin to pry my lips open, and his cock surges, brushing against my cheek lewdly. “Then open your fucking mouth and choke on it, Julia.”
I open as his hips flex, and he shoves himself in. My lips latch on, suctioning tight. And then I strap in for the ride. My jaw goes slack, and my neck softens as I give myself over to Emmett.
His hand strokes my head in praise. “You look like a fucking angel down on your knees for me, Jules. Working so hard to keep up. How’d I get so damn lucky?”
My chest fills, and I gaze up at him, telling him with my eyes that I feel the same way.
He holds me, works me, uses me. And yet I’ve never felt more cherished—more vital to someone.
A roar of laughter filters in from outside, a stark reminder of where we are and what we’re doing, but rather than dissuading us, it drives us on. He turns more frantic while I turn more impatient.
“I’m close,” he mutters roughly right as I feel his cock turn even more rigid against my tongue. “Gonna fill that hot little mouth.”
I moan desperately, slipping my tongue over his head on every thrust.
