I chuckled. She couldn’t even help this shit in her sleep. I wish I’d recorded this for proof to show to her and anyone else who thought I was making this shit up. Finally, she growled and dropped her arm. I watched as she slowly blinked her eyes open. She scowled as she sat up slowly. I knew the moment that she remembered where she was when the pulse in her neck began to drum unevenly.
Slowly she turned towards me, almost as if sensing me. There was a small voice in the back of my head that said she could… probably from the moment, she woke up because it was the same for me. “What am I doing… in a bed… with you?” She questioned slowly.
I propped my head up on my hand and grinned at her. “You tell me? I woke up, and I found you in here.”
She blushed. What was that about? “I did not.” She fussed.
I nodded. “I got up and came in here last night, and I woke up to find you snuggled up against me. I had to push you away from me… that’s probably what woke you up.”
She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips at me. “Now I know you’re full of shit.” Her eyes gleamed, and I knew she was ready for payback. “You brought me in here and tried to have your wicked way with me, didn’t you? I wasn’t giving up the goods that you keep begging for, so you were trying to sneak a peek?” she shook her head. “Ya know, I thought you were desperate and possibly kinky but this…” she said gesturing to the bed, “is downright criminal.” She giggled. “Oh wait! That isn’t really anything new for you is it?”
I shook my head and dropped onto my back. “Is this how you treat every man you wake up in bed with?” I asked exasperatedly.
I should’ve known better. I saw the pillow coming down on my head in slow motion and still didn’t stop it. What was the point? “Are you trying to call me a slut, you fuck head?” she asked appalled.
I sat up on my elbows. “The fuck are you talking about? If I were calling you a slut, I wouldn’t have implied that the men were actually still around when you woke up.” I pointed out.
She scowled at me. “You’re a pig.”
I shrugged. “I’ve been called worse.”
Her eyes narrowed at me. “I’m sure.”
She flopped back down, and I waited until she was comfortable before I attacked her. I was on top of her before she even realized I moved. She opened her mouth to speak, and I wrapped my hand around her throat effectively shutting her up. “This is the second time that you fucking hit me with something,” I told her.
I felt her swallow beneath my hand. “It was only a pillow, it was harmless.” She argued.
I shook my head. “Harmless or not, we can't have that now can we?” I asked.
When she didn’t answer, I leaned down closer to her never letting go of her eyes. I felt her body shiver beneath me, and I smiled.
Then, it faltered.
I was sure before that when she got the shakes, it was because I was instilling fear in her… but being this close, I noticed that wasn’t the case. Her breathing was uneven, she was squirming, and her pupils were dilating… her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed nervous as fuck. I cocked my head to the side and ran a finger down her neck starting from beneath her ear to her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth opened allowing her to breathe.
I felt my cock stir to life as I witnessed Julie in heat. She was on fire for me right now, and I haven’t even done anything to her. How the fuck have I been missing this? I told myself I wasn’t going to touch her, that she was bad for me… but fuck if I could even rationalize any of those thoughts with her beneath me.
I grazed her chin with my lips because I couldn’t help myself. I’ve thought about what she might taste like… feel like. “Julie…”
Her eyes were still closed. “Hmm?”
“Are you wet for me?” I asked.
Her eyes flew open, and her jaw went slack. A blush coated her chest and quickly rose to the top of her head. She was mortified. “What? No. I mean, no… what are you talking about? Why would you think that?” she asked.
I slipped one of my legs between hers, and she instantly opened up her legs to allow room for me. No, my ass. I settled myself in between her legs and nipped her neck. “Yea, you are. You want me, Julie, don’t you? Just admit it. Is that why you like fucking with me, huh?” I taunted her.
She growled at me and narrowed her eyes. “I don’t want you.” She said trying to hold her ground. Her lips were saying one thing, but her body was saying something else. She was a fucking contradiction.
“You’re horny. And you’re embarrassed because I made you that way.” I was pushing her.
She wasn’t going to admit to that. “Yea, I am. But not for you… I need to arrange a meeting with my Tuesday guy.”
That did it, I snapped. Lust, anger, desire all swept through me quickly, and the only thought that filtered through was mine. I don’t know where it came from, but it was there. I couldn’t control it… I felt the need to dominate, claim, own her ass. “The fuck did you just say?” I asked threateningly.
She held my glare. “You heard me. I’m going to get my rocks off elsewhere.” She made a gesture as if I was supposed to move. “Now if you’ll excuse me…”
She really must've bumped her head because that shit wasn’t happening. I had her wrists in my hand and had them pinned to the bed over her head. She gasped in shock, and I took the opportunity to claim her mouth. For someone who usually liked to give me a lot of tongue, I had to take it now.
It didn’t take long before she was back to challenging me and fought me for dominance over the kiss. I released her mouth and began kissing and licking down her neck. She couldn’t hold back from me, and I could tell that she wanted nothing more but her body wouldn’t lie like her mouth was. I popped the button of her slacks and released her hands. I wasn’t fucking around when I said that I never had to pay or beg for it before. I wouldn’t take something like that unless it was offered. I gave her a chance. She could deny what we both wanted, what we both knew was mine and play this game with me. Or, she could submit, and we could finally put an end to this battle and have what we both apparently needed.
She hesitated, but in the end, she began to slowly push down her pants. That was all the invitation I needed before I snatched them off of her body. I popped the buttons of her shirt off, and she cringed. “Didn’t I tell you I was fucking poor? What’s wrong with you?” she asked.
I growled and bit her lip hard. “I’ll replace the fucking shirt,” I said before taking her mouth again. Now wasn’t the time to spar. Her breast was practically spilling out of the top of her bra and my mouth salivated. I took a chance and let my eyes take in her body, her lacy pink panties teasing me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous.” I admitted.
She blushed and tried to hide her face. I gripped her chin and forced her to meet my eyes. “Don’t hide from me,” I told her sternly. She held my stare, and eventually a small smile teased the corners of her mouth.
I licked my lips as I took her all in. I didn’t know where I wanted to start. I went for the obvious. I could tell she was nervous and I needed a little less thinking and a little more feeling happening here. I slipped my hand beneath her back and trailed it up until I reached her bra strap. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “Let me see you,” I whispered.
She nodded hesitantly, and I slowly undid her bra and pulled it from her. I was dying to just take her like the raging animal I felt inside, but there was a nagging voice telling me not to. It was obvious she wanted this, and she didn't deny it. But it was also apparent that she was skittish. I frowned as a thought occurred to me.
I slowly peeled away her panties and finally got a good look at her with nothing in the way. She went to cover herself blushing deeply. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
She moved her head in an attempt to obscure her face with her hair. I sighed and moved her hair back out the way. “I’m naked… and you… well.” She released her breast for a second to gesture to me in my sweats.<
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I smiled. “You wanna see me?” I asked. She turned even redder but nodded. “Done.”
I pushed down my sweats and boxers in one movement and stood in front of her letting her take me in. Her eyes trailed over my body hungrily before landing on my hard leaking cock and stayed there. I couldn’t take her looking at me like that either, it was making me harder. Fuck.
I climbed back on top of her knowing that my control was slipping. I never wanted to be inside of anybody as much as I wanted to be in her. I was hot, and my body was practically begging for her. I kissed her again trying to calm her back down, and I touched her to see how wet she was. Holy shit, she was soaked. I felt her tense beneath me, and I looked at her. Her eyebrows were pinched, and it looked like she was trying to concentrate.
“Julie?” I asked.
She looked at me distracted. “Huh?”
“Where did you go?” I asked. That nagging feeling coming back to me.
She shook her head. “Nowhere, I’m just a little nervous.” She admitted.
I kissed her. “Are you a virgin?” I asked.
She blushed and shook her head. “No, I’ve had sex before.”
Jealousy, like I’ve never felt before, hit me, and before I could stop myself, I’d drew back and slammed into her all the way to the hilt. Her mouth opened on a silent ‘O’ but no words came out. She was tight as fuck, like a virgin. I pulled all the way out and went back into her with more force than I anticipated. She flinched, and I cursed.
“Fuck baby, are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “I’ve only had sex once…” she admitted, then whispered. “The night of senior prom. It hurt.”
I might not have breached her, but I felt my chest swell at the thought that I was going to be her first real fuck. I kissed her shoulder as I struggled to keep myself still. “Don’t worry, I’ll take my time.”
She shook her head. “No, don’t. I want you… for real.”
Shit. I dragged her down the bed some and began fucking into her until I was sure I hit every single place inside of her. I wanted to own every inch of her, and I didn’t want there to be a place in her that hasn’t been touched by me. It wasn’t long until she was meeting me thrust for thrust, the sounds that were pouring out of her throat was intoxicating. They only spurred me on, wanting me to fuck her harder and longer. She was, sure enough, going to leave scratch marks all over my back, shoulders, and neck but I didn’t give two shits. I normally wouldn’t allow marks of any kind but fuck if every swipe of her nails or bite of her teeth didn’t make me want to pound my chest.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god. Gio.” She called out.
My name on her lips made my cock grow harder. Her muscles began clenching, and I knew she was ready. “Hold on for me baby, I’m almost there.”
She threw her head back and mewled. “I can’t wait. Gio, god it’s too much, it’s so good! I need to...”
Fuck. I felt my balls draw tight and my orgasm creep up on me. I leaned down and bit her shoulder. “Fuck Julie, yea baby… cum now. Cum with me.” I demanded.
She screamed out my name as her body convulsed from the power of her orgasm. I felt that shit through my body as my own took over me. I couldn’t help but slam into her as hard and deep as I could get as the first shot of cum escaped and my body jerked as shot after shot blasted into her. When I was finally done, I ground my hips against her causing her to quiver from the sensitivity as I rubbed against her nub. I wanted to rub my seed into her, line her walls with my scent – with me… cause that shit was mine.
Chapter 8
Julie
Oh my god.
Oh. My. God.
Holy fucking hell that happened.
That. Just. Happened.
Total out of body experience for me right now considering I sound like a tween girl who just got asked out on a date by her latest crush. I’ve never been the girly type, but you have no idea how bad I wanted to jump up and giggle, do a dance, and squeal while I jumped up and down clapping my hands together. Yea, a girl, had it bad at the moment.
My chest was still heaving from all the exertion from just a moment ago. Giovanni laid next to me looking satisfied, and I couldn’t help but grin. What we’d just done was better than all of the dreams and fantasies that have been running through my mind since I met him.
We laid together in silence, both lost in our thoughts. Eventually, Giovanni turned to me. “You hungry?” he asked.
Almost as if my body was in tune with his thoughts, my stomach rumbled. I laughed, “I think that’s a yes.”
He nodded. “Let’s raid the kitchen.”
He tossed his sweats back on, deciding to go commando, which wasn’t going to help make my brain function properly. He tossed me one of his t-shirts as he walked out of the room. As I slipped it on, I took the opportunity to sniff it. It smelled like him, and I still couldn’t quite place what his scent was, but I know it wasn’t something I’ve ever smelled before. I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself quickly.
When I was done, I followed behind him to the kitchen. I found him shuffling stuff around the fridge. Eventually, he sighed and stood putting a hand on his hip. “I’ve got bad news.” He said turning to look at me. “I don’t have shit worth making in here. I need to go food shopping.”
My eyebrows flew up. “You go food shopping? Better yet, you know how to cook?” I asked.
He looked at me offended. “Why wouldn’t I?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Never knew of your type to be into domesticated type things,” I confessed.
He rolled his eyes. “My ma made sure I learned.” He smiled at his thoughts. “You would think that learning the business and how to take care of myself would’ve been enough… but no. My ma was hell-bent on making sure I knew how to take care of a woman.” He cringed.
I couldn’t stop my smirk. “Take care of women, eh? So you cook ‘em breakfast in bed after a night of rolling in the hay?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes. “Rolling in the hay?” He asked mimicking me.
I crossed my eyes at him. “Fine. Would after you hit that work better?” I asked.
The fucker laughed. “Yea. That would do just fine.”
I shook my head. “You’re a pig.”
He arched his eyebrow. “I’m a realist.” He sauntered over to me and pushed my chair back and stepped in between my legs. “So… about breakfast?” He asked.
I was starving, but… “I uh, would need to shower and stuff first and I don’t have anything to wear except what I had on yesterday.” I pointed out.
He frowned. “Fuck, I didn’t even think about that.” He took a step back, and I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I always seemed to do that when he was nearby.
He looked out towards the living room. “Did you finish what you needed to last night?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I should be fine for my class tomorrow. I still have a bit to get through though.”
He seemed to think about that, then nodded to himself seeming to have come to a decision. “Alright, I’ll have Angelou take you home and stop to pick up something for you to eat on the way. I have shit to get done today, and then I’ll text you when I’m coming to pick you up afterward.”
I arched an eyebrow. “And you’re doing that because…?” I asked.
His eyes narrowed. “Because I said so.”
I smirked. “I could say no.” I reminded him.
He scoffed. “You won't.” He said matter of factly.
Challenge accepted. “But I would.”
His expression turned smug. “You still need to use the computer don’t you?”
Bastard. “Fine.”
He nodded to himself. “I’ll call Angelou. I’m getting in the shower, you should get ready.” He said and walked away.
I felt the beginning of desire swirl around my stomach. The thoughts of him naked and wet in the shower… I shivered. Yea, I think I should get ready.
I tossed o
n my clothes quickly then held up my shirt that had one button left that was barely hanging on. I instantly grew wet thinking about how he took me this morning. He was almost savage like, and I loved every second of it. There was something very possessive in the way he took me, and I didn’t understand it, but it didn’t stop me from loving every second of it.
The thing is, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more of him… more of this. More of, I don’t know… something? But I knew that was reaching. What we did was a one-time thing. Something that was spontaneous and was just luck in place and time. We were both still half asleep and not thinking straight, shit happens. I nodded to myself. Yes, this is what I was going to go with.
Sighing, I tossed my shirt down on his bed and spied a hoodie from a crack in his closet. I walked over and tossed it on. I drowned in it, but I didn’t really care. I heard the shower turn off, so I made my way to the living room and began gathering my work together.
“What are you doing?” his voice hit me and my head swung around in that direction.
My mouth went completely dry. He was standing there with a towel wrapped low around his waist. His six pack was defined, and I watched a water droplet run down his chest straight down the middle leading to the towel. His arms were muscular and flexed with his movements as he dried his hair with a towel. He didn’t bother shaving, and his five o’clock shadow was prominent on his face – fucking sexy. His eyes were a nice hazel color, always searching.
“Julie?” he asked.
“Oh… huh?” I asked coming back to reality.
“I asked what you were doing?” he asked.
“I was getting my stuff together,” I said confused.
He shook his head. “Why? You can’t do your work at home, and you’re coming back here in a couple hours. Doesn’t make sense to take it… just leave it.” He said.
I shrugged. It made sense, and my bookbag wasn’t exactly light to be carrying around. “Ok.”
He walked over to the counter and picked up his phone. “Angelou is here, are you ready?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yea, sure.” I walked over to him. “You know when you’ll be ready?” I asked.
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