Chapter 17 Heat
Julian didn’t wait another second. He pulled Adeline tight against him, his mouth crashing into hers with raw hunger. The kiss was deep and messy, tongues sliding together, teeth nipping at lips. She tasted like whiskey and heat, and he couldn’t get enough. His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the hoodie she wore, and he lifted her off the couch like she weighed nothing.
Adeline wrapped her legs around his hips right away, her arms locking around his neck. She kissed him back just as hard, her body pressing close. He carried her down the short hallway without breaking the kiss for more than a quick breath. Their mouths stayed locked, tongues teasing, and breaths mixing hot and fast. The bedroom door was open, and he stepped inside and kicked it shut behind them.
The room was dim, only the small lamp on the nightstand giving off a bit of light. Julian carried her straight to the bed and lowered her gently onto the mattress. She sank into it, her hair spreading out on the pillow. As soon as her back hit the sheets, her hands went under his shirt. She tugged it up fast, palms sliding over his warm skin. He helped her yank it over his head and toss it aside.
His bare chest was exposed now, and Julian couldn't help but be thankful for the low light. It hid the dark bruises on his ribs and side from his father’s kicks. He didn’t want her to see them, and he didn’t want her to stop and ask questions, not tonight, and not when her eyes were already dark with want and her cheeks were flushed.
Adeline’s body responded fast as heat built between her legs. She shifted under him, needing more than just his eyes on her. Her hands explored his back, nails dragging lightly over his skin. She felt him shiver and felt the hard length of him pressing against her thigh through his jeans.
She reached down, fingers fumbling with his belt. He helped her, undoing the button and zipper. She pushed his jeans down his hips, and he kicked them off, along with his boxers. Now he was naked, hard, and ready.
He leaned down and kissed her again, hard and deep. His hands moved to the bottom of her hoodie. He pulled it up slowly, letting his fingers brush her stomach. She lifted her arms, and he slid the hoodie off and dropped it on the floor. Her bra was simple black lace, barely holding her full breasts. He stared for a second, then reached behind her and unhooked it with one quick motion. The straps slipped down her shoulders, and he pulled the bra away and tossed it.
Her breasts spilled free, round and perfect, nipples already tight and hard. Julian groaned low in his throat. He cupped one breast in his hand, thumb brushing the stiff peak. Adeline arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, and his tongue swirled around it, sucking gently at first, then harder. She gasped, her fingers threading into his hair, holding him there.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice breathy. “Like that.”
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Licking, sucking, grazing his teeth lightly. His free hand slid down her body, over her stomach, to the waistband of her leggings. He pushed them down her hips along with her panties. She lifted her ass to help him, and in seconds she was completely naked under him, legs spread, her pussy already wet and glistening in the low light.
Julian kissed his way down her body. Slow, open-mouthed kisses along her ribs, her stomach, and her hip bones. He settled between her thighs, pushing them wider. He looked up at her for a moment, eyes dark, then he lowered his head and licked her slowly from bottom to top, tongue flat against her swollen clit.
Adeline cried out, her hips bucking. “Oh God…”
He did it again, slower, savoring her taste. Sweet and slick. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it gently into his mouth. Two fingers slid inside her easily, curling up to stroke that spot inside that made her tremble. He pumped them slow and deep while his mouth worked her clit. Sucking, licking, flicking.
She was moaning louder now, hips rocking against his face. Her hands fisted the sheets. “Julian… don’t stop… please…”
He didn’t. He added a third finger, stretching her, fucking her steadily with them. His tongue never stopped moving on her clit, faster now, and harder. He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers, and her thighs started to shake.
“Come for me,” he growled against her pussy. “Let me feel it.”
She came hard, crying out his name. Her body shook, pussy clenching around his fingers, wetness coating his hand and chin. He kept licking her through it, gentle now, drawing out every last wave until she was panting and limp.
Julian kissed his way back up her body. He reached for his pocket where he knew he had condoms in. He tore one open with his teeth and rolled it down his hard cock. It was thick and throbbing, the head already leaking. He positioned himself between her legs again.
Adeline looked up at him, her eyes heavy with lust. She reached down and guided him to her entrance, and he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her open. She was so wet and tight around him. They both groaned when he bottomed out, buried deep inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered, his voice rough.
He started moving, slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in. Adeline wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. She met every thrust, hips rising to take him deeper.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Please.”
Julian gave her what she wanted. His pace picked up, harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and he leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth again while he fucked her. She cried out, nails raking down his back.
He flipped them suddenly. Now she was on top. She braced her hands on his chest and started riding him, rolling her hips in slow circles at first, then bouncing on his cock. Her pussy gripped him tight on every downstroke. He gripped her ass, helping her move faster. His thumb found her clit again, rubbing in tight circles.
“Ride me, baby,” he groaned. “Just like that.”
Adeline’s head fell back. Her hair spilled down her back, and she rode him harder, breasts bouncing, moans getting louder. He could feel her getting close again as her walls fluttered around him.
“Come on my cock,” he said. “Let me feel you.”
She came again, harder this time. Her body shook, pussy pulsing around him, squeezing him tight. She cried out, nails digging into his chest.
Julian flipped her once more, putting her on her back. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove into her deep. The angle let him hit that spot inside her with every thrust. She was still coming down from her orgasm, but he didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release.
“Julian… oh fuck… yes…”
He reached between them and rubbed her clit again, and she came a third time, screaming his name. Her pussy clenched so hard around him that he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He thrust deep one last time and came hard, groaning against her neck. His cock pulsed inside the condom, filling it as pleasure ripped through him. He kept moving slowly, drawing it out until they were both spent.
Julian collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. They were both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. He kissed her forehead, then her lips, soft now.
Adeline curled into his chest, one leg thrown over his as her fingers traced lazy patterns on his skin. Neither of them spoke for a long time, so the room was quiet except for their slowing breaths.
Julian held her close, his hand stroking her back. He was glad the light was low and glad that she hadn’t seen anything she wasn't supposed to see. For tonight, this was enough. The heat, the pleasure, and the way she had come apart for him.