by Hazel Parker
It all felt so natural with her as we chatted about our day and sat on the floor rug, where we ate the Chinese food and soda I brought with gusto.
“Why the glasses?”
“Hmm?”
“You don’t usually wear glasses.”
“Oh. I was reading a business book and taking notes.” She removed the glasses.
I sipped on my Coke. “You know, Jay’s got a pretty good head at this business thing. How about I hook you up with a day with him to learn the ropes?”
Her eyes lit up again, turning them a dark green color. Shit. She was really, really pretty when she glowed like that, and suddenly I was happy that I caused her to be happy like that—twice.
“Oh, that would be wonderful.” She beamed. “Just let me know when. I would love to learn more about it from a businessman’s perspective. This dratted book is giving me a headache from being so boring.”
We finished the food and settled on the bed with our backs to the wall, sitting down as we faced her television. We flicked through channels until we found an action flick that we both liked—Vin Diesel and his latest overhyped car racing flick.
It didn’t feel like a date, and I knew Julie didn’t treat it as such as we made some observations about the movie. To my utter amusement, she began systematically pointing out everything wrong with the scenes and how each scene was either realistic or mind-boggling unrealistic—her terms—based on the car models, customized or not. By the time we were almost done with the movie, I was laughing my ass off as I got the gist of it and began pointing out errors of my own in terms of the driving and everything wrong with their maneuvering.
We switched to another action movie next—Kate Beckinsale being a badass vampire turned vampire slayer. By this time, our laughing had died off as we settled in a cozy mood, and I couldn’t help but notice that some of Julie’s hair had slipped out of her ponytail. Quietly, I slid it completely off, watching her hair fall in soft waves on her back. I subtly sniffed, finding that it smelled fantastic—a combination of lemons and cream, a scent that was addictive.
And surprisingly arousing.
Sliding her hair to the side, I studied the soft, smooth skin of her throat for a few seconds before I placed my mouth there in a soft kiss. She was still beside me, her eyes still focused on the movie, but she hadn’t made any protest either. So I kept kissing, flicking my tongue out from time to time so I could taste all that feminine goodness she exuded.
After a few seconds, she willingly tilted her head to give me more access. I gave an approving murmur and kept kissing, not missing the way her pulse point quickened.
“Scott…”
“Hmm?” I replied, my voice muffled. A quick glance in her direction determined that her eyes were already closed, and she was biting her lower lip. I smiled, sliding my hand down her shirt.
Slowly, I slid the shirt up, baring the skin of her stomach, which was smooth and soft. Julie didn’t work out, but her body was on point, and I rubbed her skin there over and over until she arched into my touch. At the same time, her neck arched against my mouth as I sucked softly at it.
“Oh,” she moaned out, her hand shooting down my hand.
I slid her shirt completely up, exposing her bra—white, lacy and revealing her darkening nipples poking through. Lust shot up in me at the sight, and suddenly I found there was nothing I wanted but to rip her shirt off. To avoid doing that, I slid it off her head instead and tossed it on the floor.
At the same time, Julie finally turned her head towards me. I cruised my mouth from her neck to capture her lips in a searing kiss, and soon we were both on fire.
It was the same kind of heat that I felt with her during the practice kiss and again during the car kiss. But there was no hurry this time, and we both took our time tasting each other and just exploring what we both liked—mostly me exploring what she liked. She tried to move closer, but I held her off, wanting the pleasure to be all about her first.
My hands slid further up to cup her tits, and a groan came out of my throat at how perfect she felt against my hands. Soft, perky with hardened nubs that felt like tiny pebbles. My mouth went dry at the thought of tasting them, and I had to brace myself for the way my dick throbbed and hardened even further.
Her tongue came out and teased mine, an experimental move. Unable to resist any longer, I dragged her towards me until she was pressed up against me, reveling in the way her breasts pressed like soft pillows against my hard chest. Her hands started moving, too, sliding down my shirt and dangerously close to the erection that wanted to burst out and slide inside her wet core in one swift plunge.
To prevent my self-control from diminishing, I swatted her hands away, chuckling when she protested. Her protest turned into a gasp as I unclasped her bra and removed it, then looked down.
Holy mother of hell.
She had the sweetest tits I had ever seen—perky, bouncy, and just big enough to spill over my hands, capped with the rosiest pink nipples. My cock pulsed and my mind blanked. I slid my fingers all over them, squeezing and rolling the distended nubs over and over until she was writhing in my lap. Then, with a growl, I was hauling her up so she could run her hands through my hair as I finally did what I’d been wanting to do since I’d had a feel of them—to slide one nipple in between my waiting lips.
It was as tasty as I expected, probably more so. It was also as addictive, and I lost my mind as I sucked and licked on one before switching my attention to the other. Julie’s gasp became moans of pleasure as she pressed against my mouth, as if seeking some kind of release that wasn’t there.
I knew what she wanted and the desperation to give it to her tunneled my focus.
I slid my mouth up to kiss her again, and she welcomed the kiss fully. Julie was such a good kisser, eager and a great learner, and I wondered where else that mouth would be good at. I shut down the thought quickly.
Focus on her first.
We both slid down the bed, and I nudged her until her back was on the mattress. Sliding on top of her, I kept kissing her and playing with her tits as I slid her shorts down. Her panty matched her bra, and I rubbed her slowly over it first before finally getting to the point where I could no longer wait. I slid it down and tossed it to the floor where it joined the other clothes. Then I sat back and just watched her.
Julie was completely naked before me now, her body full of generous curves and creamy white skin with tinges of pink. Her breasts were an absolute delight and her legs looked even longer like this.
As for what was between her legs?
Pink. Soft. Perfect.
With a groan, I slid my finger inside her slit and kissed her harder. I moved my mouth down to taste her tits again, and I urged her legs apart.
“Spread your legs for me, Jules. Come on, baby,” I rasped.
Her hands fisted on the mattress as she responded and slid her legs apart. Her center called out to me, wet and glistening and just so damn beautiful. I slid my kisses further down to her stomach then teased her around her thighs until she tugged on my hair insistently.
“Please,” she moaned out. “Please, Scott.”
It was all the invitation I needed. I licked my lips. Then I was placing a kiss at her slit and sliding my tongue inside her molten core where she had the most addictive taste of all. She was wetter than I expected and so much tighter. I did my best to loosen her up with my mouth and fingers.
At the same time, I felt myself losing some of the control I had as she moved in time with the rhythm I set. All the shyness or uneasiness in the beginning was gone, replaced by a wanton woman with her eyes closed and her hair spread all over the mattress, trying to find her release. I kept teasing her to that edge before bringing her back down, wanting her to be completely in the moment.
“Tell me what you want, Jules,” I rasped, my body a tight point. Her wetness staggered me, making me think again about burying my cock inside her. But not until she was ready.
“I want…Scott…oh, Go
d…”
I chuckled again, although it was shaky this time.
“Hmm?”
“Please,” she sobbed out in an erotic cry that had my control slipping more and more. “Make me come, Scott.”
I growled. I groaned. Then I angled my lips around her clit and sucked—softly at first before going at her hard, timing it with the way my fingers thrust inside her over and over.
It didn’t take long. A long cry came out of Julie’s throat as her body bucked off of bed. Her explosion was the most erotic I’d ever seen in my life, sounds of pleasure coming out of her mouth over and over again as she rode out her orgasm. Her hands fisted on my hair and she kept calling my name in reverence, and I found myself doing the same as I kept sucking on her clit, wanting to prolong her pleasure.
Jesus Christ, she was divine. She was absolutely delicious.
She was a goddamn hot woman that I wanted to fuck. Thoroughly.
When she came down from her high, I expected Julie to lie in bed and revel in her pleasure, and I planned to tease her about it and thank me for being the sex god that I was. She did stare at the ceiling for a bit.
But she was up on her knees in no time.
“Why don’t you relax, Jules—”
My words died in my throat as, in one go, Julie pushed me down on the bed until I was the one lying down on my back.
And then she was already removing my belt buckle.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
JULIE
There is nothing like receiving the best orgasm of your life—particularly from the tongue of someone so talented and skilled. I should still be in bed and replaying the scene over and over in my mind—that of Scott’s head in between my legs as he pleasured me like it was his mission in life to do so.
But before I could turn lazy, I was already on my knees and forcing our positions to reverse.
My hands slid to his belt buckle. I watched as Scott’s eyes darkened to a deeper blue as he looked at my hands. My movements were slow and almost dream-like, and the anticipation vibrating from his body was killing me and feeding my own eagerness.
But before I could fully remove his belt, he placed his hands on top of mine. “Are you sure?”
I nodded my head. Then I removed my hands from the belt and placed them under his shirt instead, sliding down his stomach. His abs were harder than I expected—rock hard, but still heaving under my touch. I slid the shirt higher, watching rippled, glistening flesh beneath me. It made my mouth water.
“Take off your shirt,” I demanded, suddenly wanting to see everything.
Scott smirked, which made me roll my eyes in return. Then he sat up and did as asked before lying back down.
His broad shoulders were a masterpiece. His chest? My God.
“This is so unfair,” I complained.
“What?”
“You look like every woman’s wet dream.”
Scott blinked. Then he was laughing so hard that he was rolling around in bed. I frowned down at him, not really thinking it was funny. I mean, didn’t everyone think it was criminal to have a body that looked that good? No wonder women didn’t stand a chance.
I frowned again at the idea of those women. Scott placed his thumb at the side of my mouth, almost as if soothing. My frown turned into a smile, and I tried to put the thoughts away from my mind for now.
Now, I wanted to give Scott the same pleasure he’d just given me.
My hands slid back down and continued removing his belt, and Scott raised his hands and slid them under his head like a cushion. His arms bulged with the action, and a knowing look came in his eyes when he saw me swallowing. The knowing look vanished, to be replaced by anticipation again when I finally removed the belt and began unzipping his pants. We worked together sliding down his pants, and—
Oh, my God.
His cock jutted out in the air. It wasn’t my first time seeing one…but this was the biggest one I’d seen yet. His dick was so huge that I couldn’t help my eyes from widening, shocked. It was long and thick, hardening further beneath my gaze, with the mushroom-shaped tip already leaking pre-cum.
A groan came out of his lips. I glanced at Scott and realized he was watching me hungrily.
“If you keep looking at my dick like that, it’s going to burst before we’ve even started.”
I choked on a laugh, suddenly unsure how to handle something almost monstrous in size. Taking a deep breath, I decided to just go for it.
Tentatively, I touched the tip, then slid a finger in a slow caress from base to tip. Scott kept watching me. I wrapped my hand around him, trying to get a good grip before moving my hand in an up and down motion. I leaned down and placed my mouth on his stomach, kissing it lightly before making teasing sucking motions.
His breath became shallow, then strangled. I kept rubbing and tugging at his erection, my mouth going steadily lower. At the same time, the sounds out of his mouth kept increasing, feeding my lust and drive to do whatever I could to him so he could feel so much pleasure.
I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock, and the reaction was instantaneous.
His hands fisted on the bed. He bit back a groan. His stomach heaved. A rush of euphoria came, and I looked into his eyes as I licked him repeatedly and watched him steadily lose his tightly-gripped control. Finally, I could no longer wait. Hollowing out my cheeks, I took him slowly into my mouth, right until I couldn’t take anymore.
Headiness consumed me at being the one in control. I slid him in and out of my mouth, enjoying the feel of his iron shaft beneath the velvety smoothness. God, he really was perfect down there. I cupped his balls and caressed them, loving how his body almost shot out of bed and his hands transferred to my hair in a tight grip. A strangled sound came out of his throat as he called out my name, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
I renewed my efforts—no, doubled them, increasing the speed of my movements and making it firmer. His hand began tugging on my hair, directing me how to move and what else to do—and I didn’t know why, but that was even sexier.
His hips began to move up. Another strangled groan came out from his mouth, and I was starting to lose my own control at how sexy and sensual his body was. He smelled good, too. I started sucking, slow at first, then increasing my movements, wanting him to lose control and be at my mercy—
My sucking sounds turned to a yelp as Scott dragged me up with a growl. I started to protest, but suddenly I was on top of him, and he was kissing the hell out of me, and I was lost all over again. Whatever control I felt was gone as I melted in his arms.
His hands touched my nipples, stiffening them further and sending pings of lust all over my body. Then they moved to my core, which was wet all over again—wet for him. I could feel the tip of his cock poking at my entrance, and unable to help myself, I ground against it as our tongues tangled hotly.
A groan vibrated from his throat and got swallowed by my mouth. Then he was positioning me better on top of him.
“Are you sure?” he asked again. That he would ask me at a time like this—when he still hadn’t come, and his body was so strained from trying to control himself—spoke of his consideration more than anything else.
I nodded my head. “Yes,” I breathed out. Then I was the one pushing my hips down until his cock passed the slit of my core and steadily went in.
I gritted my teeth, and so did he. He helped guide me as he slowly slid in, inch by excruciating inch and stretching me beyond what I thought was possible. The wetness from his earlier ministrations helped, but it still wasn’t enough because he was just so big.
By the time he was fully inside, my body was straining as pain encompassed me.
He didn’t move, staying still as he gently pulled me down from my sitting position and kissed me again. It was a soothing kiss, caressing me, a quiet way of telling me that he was going to wait. So we did wait, me bracing my hands on his chest as I got distracted with his tongue and waited to adjust to his size. His hand tangled in my
hair, angling the kiss deeper, turning the atmosphere more sensual. He then began to use that talented mouth on my breasts, taking turns on each one so they could have equal attention and turning me to mush.
After a while, the twinges of pain disappeared. I moved my hips experimentally. Scott stilled.
“Can I move?” I asked.
He nodded his head, gritting his teeth. “Yes. Do what you like.”
I bit my lip, sitting back up. Then I repeated my earlier movement, over and over until the numb feeling left by the earlier pain turned to flashes of pleasure that surprised me. Soon, the pleasure was repeating over and over, turning my body on fire as I gyrated my hips with all of my energy. Scott’s hands went to my breasts again, playing with them and squeezing them, intensifying what I was feeling.
All this time, Scott had kept still, and I didn’t want him to anymore. I bounced on top of him and watched his lust intensify, then leaned down and bit his lower lip before sucking on it teasingly.
He groaned. Then, like a wall crumbling, Scott surged up into a sitting position, pressing our bodies close until I could feel his solid warmth. Then he began moving with me, thrusting his cock up inside me every time I brought my body down. The ensuing contact was beyond the pleasure I was experiencing now, and a moan of surprise came out of my throat.
Scott chuckled. The bastard. Then I forgot to curse him when he repeated the movements until I was a swirling mass of moaning pleasure, focused only on one thing—finding my release.
He urged me on. His hands were everywhere, and so were mine. His mouth slid down my throat to suck and lick as he drove up into me harder, deeper. Then, in one quick roll, I was flat on my back, and Scott was on top of me, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he looked down at me.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped, his cock poised at my entrance.
And then he was plunging inside again.
My moan turned into a cry of pleasure. I sobbed it out as I clung to him, and he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He drove into me hard and fast, and I couldn’t do anything but hold on as tingling sensations lit like firecrackers all over my skin. The ball of heat in my stomach built up into a roaring fire as he pumped in with no hesitation.