Page 48 of Forever Mine
“I can think a guy is attractive without wanting to sleep with him. I grew up playing with both dolls and Hot Wheels. I sometimes wear nail polish. Doesn’t make me less of a ‘man.’” His fingers curled into sarcastic air quotes. “Old mindsets and assholes who love slapping labels to bullshit stereotypes need to get over themselves. People are who they are. Fuck labels. I define who I am. Not them.”
Putting on the skirt he got me, I walk over to the full-length mirror that’s tacked onto the back of the closet door and am surprised by how good it looks.
Ash whistles his approval. “You’ve got a great ass. Like Chris Evans, Captain America, round booty ass. Julien sees you in this, you’ll be bent over the nearest?—”
I spin around and slap a hand over his mouth. Another thing about Ash. He tends to say whatever thought pops into his head. Zero regrets. He’s the male version of Pixie.
There’s an electronic shutter click.
I hope he didn’t do what I think he just did, but his maniacal grin worthy of the Joker says otherwise.
“Did you just take a picture?”
His thumb taps out Morse code. “Just sent it to Jessi-Bae… and Julien. You’re welcome,” he says when my phone goes off a second later.
Julien’s gorgeous face and name provide the backdrop to “Halo” when my phone lights up.
I point a glaring finger at Ash before I answer. “So going to get you back. Hey, sexy.”
Julien’s sleepy voice comes over the speaker. “The bed feels empty without you.”
Tonight will be the first night in months that I don’t fall asleep in his arms.
“I miss you, too.”
Ash waves to get my attention and thumbs at the door.Going to pop over and say hi to Ethan and Pax, he quietly states. I give him a lift of the chin in acknowledgment.
“You look fuck hot in that skirt.”
I grab the pillow that smells like Julien to lay my head on and turn onto my side.
“Gift from Ash.”
With a husky voice that has me hard in an instant, Julien says, “Want to fuck that gorgeous ass with you wearing only that skirt.”
“I think that can be arranged, Mr. Jameson.”
“Elijah.” The gruff way he says my name sends a flurry of tingles across my entire body. “Going to have to go jerk off now with thoughts of all the inappropriately filthy things I’m going to do to you in that skirt.”
“Video me,” I tell him and hang up.
When his name flashes for a video call, I answer immediately. His room is dark, but he’s holding the phone close to his face.
“Ash just left. No one’s here. Show me how much you want me.”
The camera pans down the defined muscles of his chest to his six pack, and then lower, following the path of dark hair that arrows to his groin. I literally salivate as I watch his hand move up and down his shaft. Julien pleasuring himself is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.
Wishing I was there, I tell him, “Slide your thumb up the underside of your cock. Imagine it’s my tongue licking you. Slowly.”
“Fuck, baby,” he moans, doing exactly what I say.
“Tease the tip in small circles. Just like that,” I instruct as he smears precum over the head. “I’d take you to the back of my throat until I gagged. Can you feel my throat close around you?”
His cock thickens, filling his hand as he pumps his shaft with vigorous pulls. “Yes. It feels so good.”
“I’d wrap my hand around the base and suck you, just like your hand is doing. Over and over until you came down my throat. I’d lap up every drop as I finger fucked your ass until you screamed my?—”
The hand holding his phone shakes as his orgasm hits fast.
