‘Poor Adam,’ she crooned. ‘So intense, so full of fire. So desperate for a fuck.’
She let one finger move down Adam’s chest, gliding between his pectoral muscles, dipping down into his abdomen. His capacity for resistance was gone. He was floating somewhere in a place where his moral compass didn’t operate, a badland. A badland that was good, that felt good, as good as Julia’s fingertip tracing his waistline before grasping his belt and sliding it through the buckle.
The memories of Julia’s kiss and Evie’s pole-dance had left him semi-erect even through the unpleasantness that had followed. Julia’s sudden statement of intent, in removing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers, brought him to full engorgement straight away.
‘Nobody has ever done this for you?’ she said, still disbelieving, pushing his trousers over his hips and thighs to release his cock. ‘Except yourself, of course.’
‘I try,’ he gasped, ‘not to. I try to think of – other things …’
‘It’s killing you,’ she said. Her hand closed around his testicles. ‘Feel that, Adam. So tight, so pulsing with need. You must be awash in sexual desire, 24 hours a day, with nowhere for these little swimmers to swim to, except when you dream. You do dream, don’t you, Adam?’
‘I told you,’ he gasped. ‘I dream. All the time. Vivid dreams. Sinful dreams.’
‘Your only outlet. Your brain and body conspire in your sleep, Adam, to get the release they’re so desperate for. You deny them, you deny yourself. You aren’t made for abstinence. Your unconscious has spoken.’
‘Don’t say that, don’t say that. I can resist …’
‘You can’t.’
He arched his back and gripped at the sheets as Julia’s fist found his cock, wrapping itself perfectly around its rigid girth. The feel of her clasp, of his enclosure in it, tipped him over an edge. He couldn’t turn back now. This was his fate, for good or ill.
‘You shouldn’t,’ she said, and her hand moved up, moved down, weakening his spine. ‘Why resist it? It’s what you want. Fear is not a virtue, darling, and it’s fear that holds you back. That’s not strength. That’s not muscular Christianity. That’s craven cowardice.’
The pep talk, coupled as it was with a slow jerking back and forth of his foreskin, didn’t really sink in. But he was absorbing the gist, letting it settle into his consciousness together with the divine sensation of being touched intimately by a woman, so that the two would always be inevitably linked.
She made me do it. Already his bargain with his maker was being stored up for rehearsal. She has a serpent’s tongue.
He wondered, in his delirium, if she really did have a serpent’s tongue, and if so, how that would feel, licking and flicking around the sensitive underside of his glans.
But Julia did not need to perform any manoeuvre more extravagant than her perfectly judged handjob to take Adam to that higher plane of pleasure. He was already too close, caught in the grip of her elegant fingers and her seductive whisperings. Behind his eyes, bright colours burned while every muscle tensed, every string pulled tight.
‘Julia,’ he panted. ‘Julia, I …’ The words tailed into a low, suffering sigh. His abdomen and Julia’s fingers were smeared with ejaculate, rapidly cooling where it lay.
He could no longer feel his bones and his thoughts drifted into a place of repose, of sleep, of forgetting. He didn’t even last long enough in his post-orgasmic wakefulness to look into Julia’s face.
When he came to, she was lying naked in the bed beside him.
‘Oh God!’ he cried, once an initial sensual, sleepy warmth had given way to hard reality. ‘What have I done? What’s happened to me? Julia, why are you …?’
‘Oh sweetheart, please calm down. You’ve done nothing. You’ve rather been done to, though. Don’t you remember?’
‘Yes, yes. So that was – all?’
‘Wasn’t it enough? I was hoping you might have rallied a little, after your nap.’
She bent her head to kiss him, but he struggled and pushed her off.
‘Julia, this is, this is – oh God – wholly inappropriate.’
‘Holy? There was nothing holy about it.’
‘Not holy! Oh just, just, just … What’s the time?’
Julia yawned. ‘About four-ish.’
‘We have to leave in an hour. Get up, get dressed. Oh God.’
‘Oh, must we?’ she purred with a wicked smile that made Adam feel suddenly much less resolved. ‘It’s so long since I shared a bed with an attractive man. Now I’ve got one next to me, I think it would break my heart to let him go.’