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veins. Then he flicked out the tip of his tongue once, then again.
"Oh!" She cried. He circled her with his tongue pressing harder and harder. Static charges of desire flickered through her nerves as he massaged the aching nub with his warm tongue.
Her legs kicked out, but she was helpless--Julian wrapped his strong arms over her thighs and she could do nothing but squirm and moan as he licked her once slowly, then again.
"What on earth do you do to me? " he asked, not expecting an answer. She looked down to see his erection bulging through his pants. It was incredible to her that he should be so aroused. His lips glistened with her juices, and she blushed to see it. Then he bent his head down again, and any hesitation in her body evaporated as the pulsing need of desire overcame her senses.
“Don’t come yet,” he said, and she tilted her hips up. He licked again, hard, and sucked her tight cloaked nub until she twisted sideways, about to come.
“Don’t come until I say.” He let her go and she thrashed under him, her breath ragged.
“Julian—”
“Nope.” He breathed lightly over her slick pulsing core and she shivered. “You need my permission.”
He reached his fingers out, stroking her on both sides. Just enough to tantalize and tease.
“Please.” Shannon could hardly breathe the word.
“Not yet.” Julian returned to her aching parts and she moaned as he drew his tongue along one side of her, then the other, until she thought she would go mad with anticipation. He kissed her lightly, in that place where just a bit more pressure would have given her satisfaction, and she felt herself circle her hips against his mouth. Harder and harder he pressed down, until she was sure she would burst.
“PLEASE .”
“Yes,” he said, and plunged his fingers inside of her as he pressed his mouth directly on her clit, flicking her with the tip of his tongue as he stretched her inside. A rush of tension swept through her and released immediately into a bucking orgasm, her hips twitching against his firm grip.
Shannon’s head pressed back into the pillow as her climax subsided, the slow waves of afterpleasure coursing through her body. Julian untied her scarf, swept her into his embrace, and lay next to her, his heavy arm across her chest.
“Oh. My. God.” Her wrists tingled from being tied, but that wasn’t the only part of her that was tingling. Her fingers twined themselves into his hair.
“Glad to be of service,” Julian said. “Assuming you’re talking about me, and not God.”
“Your tongue is divine…” Shannon smiled, pressing a kiss onto his forehead.
Julian turned on his side, propping his head up with his hand.
“You’re not mad about waiting to fly over?” His fingers traced the line of her bra through the fabric.
“Of course not.”
Shannon didn’t feel mad at all. In fact, she was doing just fine. A plan was beginning to form in her brain, a plan for which she didn’t need Julian’s permission at all.
Bad girl , she thought, and smiled.
CHAPTER TWO
Julian stared out of the plane window, feeling the first pangs of loneliness. Already he missed Shannon’s arms around him, the taste of her and the smell of her. Clouds hung low over Paris as the plane descended, and for Julian it felt as though he was descending into the haze emotionally as well.
For their first show, Wilder Side played to a packed house in Barcelona, and the show was great--screaming fans, a nearly perfect set, the works. Then Alex and Asher decided to take everybody out for paella after the show. Daniel left early for the hotel room, but Julian wanted to stay out a bit longer. Fuck it, he thought. I’m in Europe . At twenty-four and on his way to being a multimillionaire, Julian could handle staying out late.
“Shots!” A fan pushed a tray of shot glasses over in front of the band, yelling out with a heavy accent. “You were wonderful! C’etait parfait!”
Julian
"Oh!" She cried. He circled her with his tongue pressing harder and harder. Static charges of desire flickered through her nerves as he massaged the aching nub with his warm tongue.
Her legs kicked out, but she was helpless--Julian wrapped his strong arms over her thighs and she could do nothing but squirm and moan as he licked her once slowly, then again.
"What on earth do you do to me? " he asked, not expecting an answer. She looked down to see his erection bulging through his pants. It was incredible to her that he should be so aroused. His lips glistened with her juices, and she blushed to see it. Then he bent his head down again, and any hesitation in her body evaporated as the pulsing need of desire overcame her senses.
“Don’t come yet,” he said, and she tilted her hips up. He licked again, hard, and sucked her tight cloaked nub until she twisted sideways, about to come.
“Don’t come until I say.” He let her go and she thrashed under him, her breath ragged.
“Julian—”
“Nope.” He breathed lightly over her slick pulsing core and she shivered. “You need my permission.”
He reached his fingers out, stroking her on both sides. Just enough to tantalize and tease.
“Please.” Shannon could hardly breathe the word.
“Not yet.” Julian returned to her aching parts and she moaned as he drew his tongue along one side of her, then the other, until she thought she would go mad with anticipation. He kissed her lightly, in that place where just a bit more pressure would have given her satisfaction, and she felt herself circle her hips against his mouth. Harder and harder he pressed down, until she was sure she would burst.
“PLEASE .”
“Yes,” he said, and plunged his fingers inside of her as he pressed his mouth directly on her clit, flicking her with the tip of his tongue as he stretched her inside. A rush of tension swept through her and released immediately into a bucking orgasm, her hips twitching against his firm grip.
Shannon’s head pressed back into the pillow as her climax subsided, the slow waves of afterpleasure coursing through her body. Julian untied her scarf, swept her into his embrace, and lay next to her, his heavy arm across her chest.
“Oh. My. God.” Her wrists tingled from being tied, but that wasn’t the only part of her that was tingling. Her fingers twined themselves into his hair.
“Glad to be of service,” Julian said. “Assuming you’re talking about me, and not God.”
“Your tongue is divine…” Shannon smiled, pressing a kiss onto his forehead.
Julian turned on his side, propping his head up with his hand.
“You’re not mad about waiting to fly over?” His fingers traced the line of her bra through the fabric.
“Of course not.”
Shannon didn’t feel mad at all. In fact, she was doing just fine. A plan was beginning to form in her brain, a plan for which she didn’t need Julian’s permission at all.
Bad girl , she thought, and smiled.
CHAPTER TWO
Julian stared out of the plane window, feeling the first pangs of loneliness. Already he missed Shannon’s arms around him, the taste of her and the smell of her. Clouds hung low over Paris as the plane descended, and for Julian it felt as though he was descending into the haze emotionally as well.
For their first show, Wilder Side played to a packed house in Barcelona, and the show was great--screaming fans, a nearly perfect set, the works. Then Alex and Asher decided to take everybody out for paella after the show. Daniel left early for the hotel room, but Julian wanted to stay out a bit longer. Fuck it, he thought. I’m in Europe . At twenty-four and on his way to being a multimillionaire, Julian could handle staying out late.
“Shots!” A fan pushed a tray of shot glasses over in front of the band, yelling out with a heavy accent. “You were wonderful! C’etait parfait!”
Julian
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