My Stepbrother Wants Me Chapter 205: Damn, Cat

Catherine’s POV

"Yes. If you can get hard again," Julian answered after I asked if he could go another round.

Mostly, sex with Julian was always more beneficial to him. He would cum, while I would be left watching off my wetness. Was it wired this way for a woman to never fully be sexually satisfied? Tessa had ntioned the sa to about her boyfriend. She said he hardly made her reach climax and so she had to help herself by ordering sex toys from an online store.

Clearly n only cared about themselves in bed but I wasn’t ready to accept it today. Julian had to satisfy. I needed him to quench my hunger, so I imdiately got on top of him, not really knowledgeable enough of how I could get his dick to erect again.

I followed my instincts and did what was likely to turn on if the reverse was the case. My tongue flicked over his nipple again and again while I used my fingers to play with the other one.

But that moron had to make it seem so awkward by letting out a little giggle. I sat up with a frown and folded my hands. "What? I know I’m not doing it right but couldn’t you just not make it obvious?"

While I was complaining, he chuckled and made the most annoyingly cute joke, "you should get angry more often, really. I can’t seem to get over how cute you beco when mad. Your forehead creases and your lips move faster, while you flare your nose again and again without even realizing."

"Juuuullllllesssss," I dragged his na in a low, hoarse tone. "I’m complaining and you are joking about my face?"

"Oh that? I wasn’t making fun of you, it was just ticklish and if you had decided to ask questions first, I would have let you know that I was getting hard already."

"You moron," my teeth clenched and I lowered my head, resting my forehead on his. "Why didn’t you just tell to shut up and keep going?"

I raised my head back up and saw a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Answer ."

"I was just trying to play smart by using the opportunity to rest and gather energy for the second round."

He licked the upper part of his lips in a way that looked like he was trying to be sexy and annoying. Before I could start ranting again about how no-so-in-the-mood I was, his hands moved to my waist and slowly moved to my butt. He started squeezing them hard while saying so many nasty things.

"Fucking give this ass."

"Ohh, they are soft, I could munch on them."

"Baby, you are so sexy, damn. No man deserves this..."

"But alone."

I bit my lip trying to stiffen my laughter.

This fool was so hilarious. He didn’t even need to try much.

"You were sucking my nipples before, please get back to it," his voice held this sexy edge to it was compelling. I bent my head to his chest and continued to tease his nipple. He giggled through it, confirming that he didn’t lie when he ntioned it was ticklish.

"Check how hard I am," he whispered, staring at like a werewolf wanting to mate.

I reached down, my hand wrapping around him, and he wasn’t lying. He was ready. But I didn’t want to just jump into the act yet. I wanted to pay him back for earlier, to make sure he was as desperate as I was. I moved my body down, sliding off his chest and positioning myself between his legs. I looked up at him for a second, seeing the way his pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing the iris.

I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him deeper. Julian let out a sound that was half-groan, half-growl, his fingers imdiately finding purchase in my hair. He wasn’t giggling anymore. I focused on the rhythm, using my hands to stroke the base while my mouth did the work.

The more I worked, the more his breathing fractured. He was gasping, his hips lifting slightly off the mattress as he tried to et my movents. I didn’t stop, even when my jaw started to ache. I pushed through it, enjoying the power I had over him in this mont.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He reached down and gripped my shoulders, pulling up so that I was level with his face. He looked absolutely wrecked, his face flushed and his hair a ss against the pillows.

"Damn, Cat," he panted, his voice a gravelly ss. "Where the hell did you learn to be so freaky? You’re a total badass at this."

I smirked and sat back on my heels, looking down at him. "Do I get a gold star?"

Julian shook his head, a look of genuine disbelief on his face. "No one would ever believe that I’m your first with the way you’re acting like a total pro. Seriously. I wouldn’t have believed it either, if I hadn’t seen the proof myself."

I let out a small laugh and shrugged my shoulders. "It’s the advantage of watching blue films. I’m a fast learner when the subject matter is interesting."

He laughed, pulling back down so that I was lying on top of him again. "Remind to thank whoever invented the internet."

The second round was everything I had been looking for. He didn’t just rush to his own finish line; he took his ti, his hands and mouth wandering over every inch of my skin until I was the one begging him to finish it. When he finally did, it was intense, a physical release that left us both completely drained, tangled together in a ss of our sweat.

I stayed there for a few more minutes, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, but I knew I couldn’t remain here. Tomorrow was another school day. If I ended up sleeping over at his room, going back to mine in the morning could be noticed. I started to pull away, but Julian’s grip on tightened.

"Don’t go yet," he murmured, his eyes still closed.

"I have to," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I better get back to my room before more people find out about our evil deeds. If a maid walks in or Lucy or Richard finds out, we’re finished."

Julian groaned but finally let go of my waist. As I sat up and reached for my underwear, he sat up too, reaching out to grab the back of my neck. He pulled toward him and kissed the top of my head. It was soft and felt far more intimate than anything we had just done.

I felt a flutter in my chest, but I pulled back before it could take root. I looked at him, seeing the way he was looking at my body again, that familiar glint returning to his eyes.

"Don’t you dare," I said, pointing a finger at him. "You better not turn yourself on again because my pussy is already crying to breathe."

He let out a loud, genuine laugh that echoed in the room. "Alright, alright. I’ll behave. For now."

I couldn’t help but laugh with him. I stood up and quickly put on my clothes, making sure I didn’t leave anything behind. I checked my reflection in the mirror; my hair was a disaster and my lips were swollen, but hopefully, in the dim light of the hallway, no one would notice.

I walked to the door and looked back one last ti. Julian was still sitting up, watching with an expression that was tender yet possessive. I gave him a small wave, slipped out into the cold corridor, and hurried back to the safety of my own room.