Alex’s pov

Night had settled fully over the apartment by the time Julian decided he was done letting me set the pace.

He stood up from the couch, cock still hard and wet from where we had been rubbing together, and looked down at me with that same calm expression he always wore.

“On your knees,” he said. Not loud. Just firm.

My mouth opened to argue but the words stuck. The whiskey still burned in my blood and my cock was aching, and something about the way he said it made my legs move before my head caught up.

I slid off the couch onto the floor, knees hitting...