86 — What do you want from me?

My eyes widen slightly... “What do you mean?”
Julian gives a discreet, cocky smile. “You know what I mean.”
My face heats up even more, and I look away, trying to move my face, but Julian’s hand still holds it tenderly. His low, husky chuckle at my reaction sends shivers down my spine and attracts my eyes again.
“You’re adorable, you know.” He brushes his finger against my lips once more, using its tip to make a small gap between them. “It makes me even want to ignore that you lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie to you.” My voice comes out low and weak.
“Yes, you did. First, you said that man’s kiss was better than mine — and then you said he didn’t touch you. One way or another, you lied to me, you naughty girl.”
I look at him again, finding some amusement in his expression, in the smile that threatens to break out at the corner of his lips... But his eyes seem even more intense.
“Which words are true? Think carefully before you answer, Angel.” His hand slides back up my neck, settling on my nape.
“He didn’t really touch me,” I say slowly, without breaking our eye contact, even though his gaze sometimes drifts down to my trembling lips. “And he didn’t kiss me either... I lied about that.”
Julian smiles, stroking the back of my neck with his fingertips, running his thumb up my neck, tucking it under my jaw, “So what about this photo? You two seem to be enjoying yourselves quite much.”
“It’s not what you and everyone else are thinking.”
He seems satisfied with my answer because his smile becomes silly, almost innocent, while he draws my entire chin with his fingerprint.
But suddenly, his face is so close to mine that our breaths are mingling, “I want to believe you, babe. I really want it, after all... I get really greedy when it comes to you. And I don’t like a bit that you’re seeing another man.”
Julian brushes his lips against mine, giving me a light kiss that unfolds into a tender bite.
“You sound jealous,” I say with a laugh, almost like a joke, but he’s serious... He’s so serious that my chest gets cold.
“I am,” Julian admits, looking directly into my eyes. “I’m so jealous that I could die.”
“You shouldn’t say those things...”
“Why not? All my words are true. I didn’t fake any of them.”
My heart is beating really, really fast…so fast that I wouldn’t be surprised if it just ripped out of my chest and jumped out. I’m trying hard not to drown in the words Julian said to me, but it’s hard when his voice is so smooth.
“You shouldn’t be doing this and saying those things, Julian...”
“Heh, why not?” His voice is teasing, and he’s rubbing our mouths again, pulling my lip with his teeth, sucking lightly, making me swallow a moan.
“I- I didn’t lock the door,” I confess, my eyes closed, my skin so chilled I’m about to melt. “And you can’t call me into your room and pull down the curtains like that...”
He’s completely ignoring what I’m saying, and that’s a really effective form of punishment...
“People will get suspicious about us,” I say, trembling, sighing, with my body and conviction weak... I can’t resist how Julian kisses my bottom lip, playing with it. “What if they talk about you?”
“Let them be.” Julian’s other hand starts sliding down my leg over the tight pants... *very slowly...* “Let them talk.”
“T- The door...”
“What is the problem, babe? You didn’t lock the door, so what? That only means that I can’t fuck you here.” His deep, slightly husky tone makes me shudder — and he likes my reaction because he laughs amused. “Well, maybe a kiss?”
Julian’s hand keeps going up, past my knees, which I spread without noticing. I just hate and love the way my body gives in to Julian’s touch, almost like it had a life of its own...
“You know, you should only wear skirts from now on... Oh, and dresses too... I really love seeing you wear a nice dress for me, like that Saturday.”
He continues to run his hand up, this time along the inside of my legs, brushing his rough palm against the cloth that doesn’t stop my skin from shivering from such a good touch... Honestly, it’s really hard to resist when it comes to Julian Adams.
“I like the feel of your skin.” He says huskily, once again kissing my lower lip... and just as my legs spread apart, my mouth opens a small gap that lets a soft, thin moan escape.
Julian takes a deep breath and, with a rough grip on the back of my neck, he finally seals our lips, sliding his tongue through this small, inviting gap.
I move closer to his body when his tongue finally meets mine in a swirl motion, so intense and hungry that I can’t help but grab his thigh, digging my fingers into his firm muscles.
Running his fingers through my hair, intensifying the kiss, Julian plays with my tongue, rubbing their softness to make me sigh. And every time they collide and brush, a new shiver runs through every inch of my skin, becoming a tickle between my legs... a tickle that slowly turns into a burning anticipation.
And it seems that our kiss also causes Julian the same sensations because he reaches for my hand, moving it a little higher, making me feel the hard-on marking the tight pants he wears.
Feeling his stiffness on my palm makes me moan low again, especially when Julian totally overwhelms my senses; the smell of his cologne intoxicates me... his kiss sends shivers down my spine, and my closed eyes intensify all these sensations — *I’m going crazy.*
I snuggle closer to his strong body, squeezing the cock that throbs under my touch. And it drives him completely crazy because, in one swift movement, Julian pulls me by the waist, making me sit on his lap.
Our kiss parts for just a few moments, but soon, he begins to kiss me again, holding my hair while his other hand presses down on my lower back while I seek Julian’s shirt, the tie loosened. There are wrinkles in his shirt that I make a point of messing even more with my fingers that dig into his shoulders.
The intensity of our kiss steals my breath away. It’s such a hungry rhythm that I completely forget where we are and the risks it could bring... I just reach for his wide neck, holding it how my hands fit, and roll my hips into his lap, feeling the stiffness throbbing underneath me, exactly in my most sensitive and pleasurable place.
There are so many clothes between us... I never imagined I’d be so needy of Julian’s skin too...
“Suddenly, you don’t seem so worried that the door isn’t locked anymore.” He says when parts our lips with a tug on my lower lip, still merging our breaths, “Are you sure we shouldn’t do this? You seem to have enjoyed the adrenaline rush last night... You were so soaked wet that I couldn’t even tell if it was your excitement or my cum.”
I snort, roll my eyes, and squeeze his neck, almost trying to strangle him for having such a dirty mouth... But of course, I don’t have the strength to do it. All I can do is make him laugh at my pathetic attempt...
“That’s how it’s done, girl.” Julian brings his big hand up to my neck, covering it completely, holding it with a pleasant strength while pulling it slightly...
But my involuntary pleasure moan surprises him for a moment, only for a naughty smile to appear on his lips, “You like being held like that, huh?”
I bite my lip, with his hand so perfectly fit… The strength he puts into his grip isn’t enough to fully steal the air out of me, but it’s firm and so good that it sends shivers down my spine.
“Don’t do this to me, girl...” He says under his breath, moistening his lips, “If you look at me like that, I’ll really get horny.”
“Like you weren’t already — *huh...”* Julian squeezes a little harder, making my words fail me.
“What a bold little mouth you’ve been getting, huh?” He grins mischievously, “I like it.”
I expect him to kiss me again, holding me like that, but he just... releases me, slowly retracting his hands. This brings me a sudden pang of disappointment that takes me over completely.
“You keep driving me crazy again and again whenever you’re near me. I keep wanting you, and it’s never enough… Even though you gave me the best orgasm of my life just a few hours ago.”
My heart skips a beat. With my knees around Julian’s body, sunk into the couch, facing him like this, so close, so passionate... It makes me think of our intimate moment.
I remember last night when he said those words that I want so much to be true but that I’m too scared to face it...
And that makes the urge to run get the best of me.
I pull away from him, standing up awkwardly, almost tripping pathetically over my feet. I turn my back on him but don’t have the strength to take a step away, to put some real distance... all I can do is wipe my hand across my face, hiding it, trying not to show how affected I am by what he’s said.
“Don’t do that, Angel.” He asks me softly. “Hey, look at me.”
I comb my hair back with my fingers, the brown waves going behind my shoulders.
*For the first time, I’m unable to obey him.*
“Angelee, look at me.” His hand touches mine.
Slowly, I look at him, almost fearfully, noticing that Julian has leaned his body and stretched out his arm to reach me but keeps seated, looking up at me with eyes that seem almost puppy-like; they are showing something different, so intense that I feel the air being stolen from my lungs.
“You may think I’m selfish for going back and crossing that line, but believe me, I won’t do it again,” Julian says, moving his fingers in mine, intertwining in a clumsy, subtle caress that brings butterflies to my belly. “Actually, let’s be honest...? There’s no line anymore, Angelee... There’s no going back.”
I know he’s right... This was just an excuse so we could be at peace with our conscience by messing up our friendship.
I know that.
Still...
“We can’t be just friends,” Julian says, bringing my hand to his lips. His eyes are intense and locked on mine; they make my heart skip a beat. *“I don’t want to* be just your friend anymore.”
“So what do you want?” I ask with a trembling voice...
Julian closes his eyes and kisses my fingers, prolonging this moment of silence.
“What do you want from me, Julian?”
Finally, he opens it again, looking directly into my eyes, “I want you to be mine.”