93 — “It’s not enough, Julian.”

Julian’s hands slide along the curves of my body, and even though his fingers aren’t directly on my skin, it’s warm where he touches. His green eyes stare at me intensely; they’re so deep that I drown in their immensity, but I can’t hold his gaze for long because his lips draw me, and his playful smile weakens me.
“Your face is flushed, Angel... I wonder what caused it.” He pulls me by the waist, finally ending the distance between us. My breasts press against his abs, bouncing slightly through my cleavage, which attracts his eyes and makes him take a short breath.
“You’re torturing me,” I say in a low, almost sly voice... And that makes his smile grow even wider, with a husky chuckle.
“Am I?” He brings our faces closer but keeps his eyes on mine. “Funny, it looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
Julian looks past my eyes and around us, and suddenly, I remember that we’re in public, with a stalker possibly watching my steps. Well, if my theory is right, and it’s Laura, she’s probably more preoccupied with someone else right now.
Still smiling playfully, Julian removes his hands from my waist. I hate that I feel so lonely when he’s not touching me. Still, he intertwines our fingers and gently pulls me towards the toilets, inviting me into a more secluded part of the club.
My heart pounds with delicious anxiety, butterflies dancing in my stomach, and even though I try to deny it, my legs have taken on a life of their own and follow him.
Inevitably, my body is under Julian’s control.
My body, my heart — *everything belongs to him.*
When we finally head down a hall and corridor, Julian leans against the wall and pulls me, making me crash into his solid chest again. I press my thighs together, fitting between his legs, snuggling into his warmth that sets me on fire.
His hands slide slowly up my arm, shivering my bare skin as they move up without any pretense, a slowness that only leaves me longing for a firmer, rougher touch.
I lean my hip against him, gripping his shirt with trembling hands that resist the temptation not to reach under the cloth to meet his warm skin. And while I try not to give in to this need burning in my wet entrance, Julian keeps running his fingers up my arm; his touch so light that it almost hurts...
“I’m sorry...” I whisper a sly apology, batting my eyelashes slowly, looking into his lustful green eyes. “I’m not going to mess with you anymore.”
“Hum, really?” Julian moistens his lips, and I catch this movement, feeling my mouth dry... My body is on fire and making me completely thirsty. “I thought you were having fun making me jealous.”
“I was, but I won’t do it again,” I say softly, my fingers sliding down his shirt. And *gosh, the curves of his eight-packs under my fingerprints bring me a sensation I’ll never get tired of.*
“And why is that?” He asks, husky, with his touch finally reaching my shoulder, hooking the dress strap with the tip of his finger, threatening to go down but never actually doing it. “Don’t you like cumming in public, in front of everyone?”
I bite my lip, finally reaching his waistband, but I can’t go any lower than that because my belly is pressed against his, and I don’t want to add any distance between us, even for a second.
“You know why.” I sigh, shy, keeping my eyes locked on his, “It’s not enough, Julian.”
His smile widens, even more wicked.
“Didn’t the dildo satisfy you?” He brings his lips close to my ear, his smooth voice making me shiver more, “Do you prefer my cock?”
I tilt my head, his lips touching my cheek, and nod slowly, “Yes, it makes me feel so full.”
Julian shudders under my touch, his hands becoming more impatient as he grips my nape, fitting perfectly behind my neck, with his fingers tangling in my hair. And I like this reaction so much that I add, “I don’t think anything or anyone else could satisfy me anymore.”
He holds me tighter, and I feel a warmth spread through my body.
I really like it when Julian is rough, how he puts his power over me, and how I’m always willing to submit to his whims without blinking.
It’s something physical, visceral, but more than that — it’s something that’s just here... that I can’t deny — an astronomical attraction, something that pulls me to him, to his bossy way of being.
“Watch what you say...” Julian brushes his lips against my cheek, and I catch myself moving my face, making them meet my mouth, with his words reverberating against my chest, “You may regret it later.”
“I mean it,” I say with a sigh, closing my eyes and feeling his breath mingle with mine. “Something like that can’t satisfy me... feeling you just a bit cannot be enough.”
“And what do you want?” He gives me a light kiss, gently pulling my lower lip between his, making my heart pound and ask for something deeper, more intense. “Tell me, like you did when you knocked on my door that time.”
“Did you like it that much?” I ask with a laugh on my lips that makes him smile.
“I’m telling you, I almost went crazy,” Julian says against my lips, holding my hair tightly while his other hand runs down my back. “I love hearing you asking for me... I guess, in the end, I really do have a soft spot for you.”
The torture of our lips brushing lightly without an intense kiss makes me almost mad; a different kind of madness, not the same as when I was achieving such pleasure earlier and couldn’t express it. This is a desire that spreads through my body, a need that settles in my chest.
“So, if you want something from me, all you have to do is ask.” His hand rests on my lower back, pressing me closer against his body, and I can feel his stiffness against my belly — which only makes this need of mine even more intense and go down to my entrance. “There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you.”
I hold my breath, pulling our faces away slightly to analyze his expression... “Have you been drinking?”
“Can’t I be honest when I’m sober?” Julian asks with a chuckle, then relaxes his head on the wall, chin up, giving me a view of his throat, of the mark I left on his neck that he makes no point of hiding. His Adam’s apple moves with the hard swallow he takes before adding, “Just ask me, babe... I’m dying to hear.”
His green eyes are so intense that they hypnotize me. I can’t see my reflection in his irises... but in the shadows surrounding our bodies, this intimate and secret moment we share when we shouldn’t make me feel loved and desired. It’s such a good feeling that it makes my heart skip a beat.
“I want you to fuck me, Julian...” I say slowly, moistening my lips. He’s reacting to my simplest movements, his cock throbbing in my belly. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
He gives a low laugh and closes his eyes, shuddering once again... “You really like to make me go crazy, aren’t you?”
Julian brings our faces closer again, mixing our breaths, but our lips keep a few inches apart, “As much as I’d love to give what you ask me for so sweetly, I can’t.”
I open my lips to protest, already frowning in disappointment, but he’s quick to cut off my words and add, “You have something inside you already, right?”
“Can’t you get it out of me?” I say slyly, pressing my body even harder against his, rubbing my belly against his throbbing erection that wants it as much as me. “Please?”
“Um, I could... Of course, I could.” Julian smiles mischievously, then gives me another light kiss, so quick and simple that it frustrates me.
I stick out my tongue, licking his lips, inviting him in for a real kiss, but he doesn’t allow me to find a gap between them and pulls our faces apart, keeping me in this bloody torture.
“Well, if you come home with me now, I’ll do everything you ask.”
I part my lips, digging my fingers into his shirt, annoyed by how he rests his head against the wall again, staring at me with his chin slightly tilted. His appearance is impeccable as ever, his hair combed back and his expression peaceful, but his eyes have a playful look.
He’s having fun with it.
He’s having fun punishing me in a way that I don’t like at all.
Not being physical and intense with Julian bothers me deeply.
And I realize it now when he’s refusing to kiss me, refusing to see what he’s caused with his little play. I’m still so wet and slippery, and I just wanted him to feel it for himself... to see what he does to me.
I’ve always wanted him to see me, to know his effect on me, how my feelings have grown and matured, and how I’ve come to desperately love and desire him with all my heart.
Maybe he doesn’t know what it really means for me to belong to him... maybe he has no idea what he’s asking of me, but honestly...? To hell with that.
*To hell with all of that.*
The line we crossed no longer exists, so what?
From now on, *I won’t look back anymore.*
“Please, Julian, take me home...” I say slowly, and this time, I bring our faces closer to place a light, quick, insufficient kiss. “Make me completely yours.”