Addicted (The Addicted Series, #1)(74)

When our foreheads touched however, Julian suddenly stopped, and pushed himself backwards. "No . . . I, I can't. I'm sorry Krystal, I just can't."

He got up off the couch and almost fled to his room. I sat there in the glow of the computer screen until his screen saver kicked in before pushing off the sofa and heading for my bedroom. I paused in the middle of the living room, thinking of going to Julian's room, but I decided to get some shut eye instead. Maybe the light of day would make things feel less weird.

Twenty minutes later however, I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. My body just wouldn't calm down, and I knew what it wanted. It had been a long time, too long really, since I'd had a man share my bed, and the last one had been pretty so-so. Lying on the sofa against Julian, my body was reminding me that while my culinary career was skyrocketing, my love life was going down in flames. It ached for intimacy, it needed release.

But he was my stepbrother! I mean, Mom and John are some pretty open-minded people, but could they understand that? Besides that, Julian's reputation, and the fact he had been pretty much an * for most of his life were not in his favor. Then again, it was hard not to be drawn to his body.

It was a hell of a time for my memory to start arguing with me. His intentions were good this time . . . Don't tell me he doesn't push some buttons physically for you . . . if I didn't know better, he sounded like he has a crush on you, babe . . .

Finally, my body's need took over from my logical mind. I mean, what harm was there in some fantasy, right? I let my hand drift over my breasts, and my thighs parted just a bit under my blanket. I normally wear only a t-shirt and panties to bed, and my nipples were already tingling when my fingers brushed over them through the t-shirt. I bit my lip to contain the moan I wanted to make, knowing that while my apartment may have been larger than most of the ones in my building, it wasn't that far from my room to where I knew Julian was sleeping, all two hundred and ten solid pounds of him. My memory kicked in again to that first night we'd met, and I'd come into his room at Castelbon Manor, waking him up from his nap. His cock had been stiff under his shorts, and looked huge, massive and thick. The idea of such a cock against my body, or better yet inside me, sent warm heat through my thighs, to center on my rapidly moistening *. Thinking of what he could do to me with that massive cock of his had me hotter than I’d ever been in my life.

I stroked and cupped my breasts, letting my fingers massage the large mounds. I've always been proud of them, they're one of my best features, with light brown nipples that come up to tips about the size of a pencil eraser. Lifting my t-shirt, I freed them to the cool night air, both of them hard and needing some release. I bent my head down and sucked on my own nipple, licking and scraping my teeth around the firm button. In my mind, it was Julian sucking and kneading my nipple, sending electric sparks shooting from my breasts to gather at my stomach. I kept it up until I had to throw my head back, sucking in air deeply to avoid making any other noise. My hands took over on their own, reaching down and rubbing the panty covered wetness.

Rubbing in small circles, I let my first three fingers play over the cotton of my panties. Yes, I'm a good girl and I wear cotton panties most of the time, okay? The cotton clung to my lips as the moisture soaked in, and I could feel delicious amounts of friction with every rotation of my fingers. I was getting close to climaxing, and I hadn't even penetrated myself yet. Pulling my hand back, I took another hopefully quiet breath before pushing my panties down to my ankles.

Letting my knees splay apart, in my mind I could see Julian between my legs, smiling at me with a look that was a lot like his cocky grin he'd shown me so many times before, but this time different. The * was gone, and the cockiness was just a simple mix of eagerness, affection, and confidence that he could make me feel like heaven itself was coming through for me. His fingers slipped easily into my wet folds, stroking up and down while I writhed on the bed. When two fingers plunged into my tight * itself, my eyes shot open, staring unseen at the white ceiling above my bed. The fingers worked in and out, slowly pumping and building inside me, curling a bit to rub against my g-spot as they did. No man had ever touched me so well, and tears trickled from the corners of my eyes as I mouthed Julian's name over and over into the darkness. When another hand came up to stroke my clit, I almost screamed, holding back the sound only through sheer force of will and the fact most of my breath had been driven out of me.

My * was pleasured like this, with two fingers inside me while another one stroked my clit, until I could feel the wetness pooling on the sheets underneath my rising and falling hips. I couldn't take much more, and I squeezed my eyes shut, begging my fantasy Julian to release me from the torture I was in. He grinned and leaned forward, his long, perfectly pink tongue coming out to lick my clit one final time, and I exploded. My head slammed over and over into my pillow as my body quaked through a long denied and much needed climax, the sensations so strong and so hard that I could almost hear and feel Julian's body pressed against mine as he held me, whispering in my ear that he would be the one for me.

My fantasy evaporated as my orgasm faded away, and I was left with a satiated body but a burning need in my heart. I swallowed a soft sob as I put a new set of panties on and dropped off to sleep, whispering Julian's name into my pillow as I felt the darkness overtake me.



Julian



I could hear Krystal tossing and turning on the bed after I left for my room, ashamed. It wasn't that I didn't want her. At that moment, I wanted her more than life itself. If God above himself opened up the heavens and told me I could have the world, or I could have Krystal, I know what my choice would be.