My Stepbrother Wants Me-Chapter 204: Detailed Sex Scene of Cat and Jules

Julian’s POV

I woke up the moment the mattress shifted. My body was on high alert, a byproduct of years spent sleeping with one eye open in a house that felt more like a cage than a home. The air in the room had cooled, and as Catherine slid back under the heavy duvet, her skin felt like ice against mine. I didn’t need to ask her where she had been.

I didn’t say anything at first. I just reached out and pulled her back against my chest, my arms locking around her waist with a force that was probably too tight, but I couldn’t bring myself to loosen my grip. I needed to feel the weight of her, to confirm that despite all the chaos that was happening, she was still here. She was still mine. Right now, I didn’t really care about losing anything, as far as Catherine was still with me.

Catherine mentioned that Gabriel told her he had feelings for her. Since then, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Now I understood his restlessness about Dante, now I understood why he always defended her. And I was feeling so jealous, even though it was stupid of me to feel this way.

I had Catherine but that didn’t change the fact that Gabriel was less toxic and much more perfect for her. He had noticed and treated her well since the very day Catherine showed up in our lives. I knew he deserved her and it hurt me because I should have treated her well too. I should have made myself worthy of her but I was stupid, arrogant and a prick!

"I still feel like you shouldn’t have gone to see him," I muttered, my voice rough and thick with sleep. "Now you feel guilty about him liking you when it’s not even your fault."

I felt her nod against the pillow. "I had to, Julian. He was furious, I couldn’t just leave it like that. He’s suffering."

"He’ll survive," I growled, burying my face in the crook of her neck. My jaw throbbed where his fist had connected, a rhythmic, pulsing reminder of the price I was paying for this. Every movement of my mouth felt like a serrated blade cutting into my skin, but the physical pain was a distraction I welcomed. It was easier to deal with a bruised jaw than the thought of Catherine choosing to be with Gabriel over me.

"What are you going to do about what he said?" Catherine whispered, her voice small in the darkness of the room. "It won’t make sense that you both ignore yourselves in the same house."

"I do not care. And the truth is I am mad. I am mad that he has feelings for you. There are so many other women, so why you?" My voice had become tight with anger and I didn’t even realize until later.

"Don’t be a jerk, Julian."

"He mentioned that you knew how he felt and you took me anyway. Is that true?"

I let out a harsh, dry sound that might have been a laugh if it didn’t hurt so much. "Gabriel lives in a world of black and white. How was I supposed to know? And why the hell is acting like love is something you earn by being the ’good son’ and following the rules. He was a coward who couldn’t tell you how he felt. I didn’t take you from him because you were never his to begin with."

I pulled back just enough to look at her. She looked exhausted, her eyes red-rimmed. Seeing her like that, broken over a rift that I had caused, triggered something Primal in my gut.

"I don’t care about his forgiveness," I said, my voice dropping into a low, lethal register. "I don’t care about the rift. I’ve spent my entire life being a disappointment and a monster. If being with you makes me the villain in his story, then I’ll wear the mask gladly."

I rolled over, pinning her beneath me. The bed groaned under my weight, but I didn’t care. I needed to feel the full length of her body against mine, to drown out the echoes of Richard’s threats and Gabriel’s accusations. I looked down at her, my dark eyes searching hers, and my fingers moving to her left breast. I squeezed it hard through the cloth she had on.

My lips found hers and took in a fast, reverent kiss of a lover. It was an intense, frantic reclamation. I kissed her to drown out the memory of Gabriel. I kissed her to prove to myself that she was real, that she was here, and that no matter how many people treated her well in the past, she chose me.

The material felt like a barrier, I wanted to badly feel her skin under my touch, so I moved my hand downwards and slid it into her shirt, finding her breast again.

Catherine responded with a hunger that matched my own. She reached up, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me down until there was no air left between us.

Her nipple was so hard. Fuck! I pinched it twice and it made her let out a sexy muffled sound that drove me crazy. I immediately broke the kiss and sat straight, staring down at her.

"Tell me you are mine, Cat." My voice was hoarse but deep inside me, I wanted to beg her to say it, to assure me that she belonged to me and me alone.

"I’m yours, Julian Vaughn. Forever," she whispered. "Now please fuck me hard."

I smirked. Of course, I wanted to fuck her hard.

"Not so fast," I moved over and my hands held hers, leading her to sit up. I took her shirt and gently placed her back on the bed. Without wasting any time, I moved back to her body and lowered my head to her breast, grabbing it and trying to shove a handful of it into my mouth.

She moaned every time I sucked it and gripped my shoulders hard every time I teased her by licking her nipple.

"You are torturing me. Just take me now. Fuck me now, please. I’m so wet," she was basically crying and begging for me.

"So wet, huh?" My lips brushed her ear while my hand moved down and stopped directly at her pussy. She was so right. Her pussy was dripping bad with its juice. I wanted to badly fuck her now but no, I couldn’t yet. I wanted to make this worthwhile.

"It’s been a while I tasted you," my voice was low as I pulled myself down.

My tongue shot out and I saw her raise her body, her eyes staring at me, hungrily waiting for my tongue to stick into her.

The minute it happened, she gasped and her fingers dug into my hair, gripping it hard. "Oh, fuck, Julian. Yes."

I chuckled, raising my head to look at her. "You are loud. What if Gabriel or Lucy hears?"

Her reply almost had me reeling. "They can go to hell for all I care."

"While I take you to paradise," I added and moved my mouth back to her pussy, munching it like a hungry starved lion.

Her breath hitched each time I sucked, licked, ate her. I wanted to continue because all the soft, broken sound she made fueled the fire in my blood.

I was done eating it, so I moved back up and began to kiss her. She didn’t seem interested in the kiss as much as she was interested in undoing my trouser.

"Fucking hell. How did you tie the rope? I can’t undo it." I chuckled and rubbed my nose on hers, while taking her hands off the ropes and untying it myself.

I was bare naked down there now. It was time to take her but before I could do that, I whispered into her ear. "I don’t want to use a condom this time. I want to fuck you raw. I want us bare... skin to skin."

Her eyes widened like I had just said the most bizarre thing.

"Are you crazy?"

"No. What’s wrong in wanting to know how you really feel? Condoms are crazy work and they really feel uncomfortable for me. Please," I blinked my eyes, trying to play cute. It made me feel so feminine but heck, I didn’t give a damn. I could be anything for this woman in front of me.

She sucked her lower lip, in a way that made me swallow hard. "You better make sure your pull out game ain’t weak."

It took me a second to wrap my head around what she said but the minute I understood it, I shoved my dick hard into her, slamming in and out of her pussy.

The sound of it was so satisfying but it didn’t beat her moans, especially the way she tried to stifle them by biting anything.

Currently, she was biting the skin on my wrist. It was painful but fucking attractive.

I was starting to cum, and badly wanted to explode inside of her. It took me so much strength to drag my dick out of her and immediately, all the sperm poured on her stomach.

I was breathing so hard now and fell on the bed.

She turned to me and placed her head on my chest. "I still want more. Can you go another round?"

Shit! My wildcat was becoming more wild and right fucking now, I had no idea if I could perform again but this was what I told her... "yes. If you can get me hard again."