JULES
My eyes flutter open and I am not sure where I am. The ceiling above is at least a hundred feet away, white, and curved like… oh no. I passed out in the hangar. I squeeze my eyes shut and groan. I have a horrendous headache.
“Hey, you’re awake.” His voice is soft and calm, close by.
I shift to sit up but the cushion I’m on gives way under me and I sink deeper into the softness.
“Oh, wait, let me give you a hand.” Ben kneels next to me and helps me sit up.
My head swims a little but I feel okay.
“This isn’t the easiest piece of furniture to climb out of,” he says.
Once I’m sitting up, I realize I am on a gigantic beanbag chair, big enough for several adults. The cover is made of silvery faux fur and it’s nestled into the corner of a break room set up in the back of a hangar.
“I can’t believe this,” I whisper and cover my face with my hands. It’s beyond embarrassing. “I’m sorry I ruined your skydiving plans.”
“You kidding? I’m the one who owes you an apology. If Swoop hadn’t tackled you like that, you’d be in with your friends, suiting up for your first jump.” He hands me a bottle of red sports drink with the top already loosened.
I take a sip. “Oh, so Swoop is the one I should thank, eh?”
At the sound of his name, the huge dog lumbers through the swinging door to the office and comes over to me gently, tail wagging and tongue ready to lick. I scratch the fur between his ears and let him nuzzle me. “He’s sweet.”
Ben sits next to me on the beanbag and rubs Swoops’s back. “So, you didn’t want to jump today?” His eyebrows arch in question.
“No. Yes. I did. I do… but I am afraid.” I look at my hands, nervous to be sharing my personal stuff. “I said yes as a personal challenge. A New Year’s resolution to try new things. Things that scare me.” I can’t meet his gaze.
“Well, skydiving is a big one for fear. But lots of people do it. I could take you up another time, if you like.” He leans back on the beanbag and the sun shines across his gray eyes, making them glow and sending a flutter through my chest.
I nod despite myself. “Maybe. Seems a waste to have come all this way.” What are you doing, Jules? You have been given the perfect dodge and you’re signing right back up to try again.
“It’s a lot of fun, very freeing. And a good first step if you really want to let go of your inhibitions.” He leans back on an elbow and sinks into the beanbag.
“This is quite the chair,” I say. “Never seen one so big.”
“Yeah, the Lovesac is pretty sweet.” He runs an arm over the faux fur and arches a brow at me suggestively.
“You call it the love sack? Really?” Gross. I can’t hide my disappointment. He’s just another jerk looking to score.
He sits up. “No. Actually, that’s the brand. I swear.” He fumbles with the rolls of fabric and pulls up an embroidered label that reads Lovesac. “See?”
“Oh. Sorry.” I’m suddenly unsure, having misread everything. “I thought you meant…”
He pats the cushion flat and leans on his elbow again. “Nothing to be sorry about. I was playing with you. I apologize.” He shifts his weight as if to stand up and I don’t know what comes over me. Maybe it’s the challenge to break through my inhibitions. Maybe it’s the fact that I misread him. Maybe it’s just that he’s gorgeous and we’re alone, but I don’t want him to leave. I don’t want to go home knowing I held back out of fear. Again.
I grab his arm. “Don’t. It’s… um.” I work up the courage to look him in the eye. “I’d like you to stay.”
He touches my hand on his arm and lifts my fingers, wrapping them around his. “Really? And what will we do if I stay?” He’s on his knees, facing me.
I shift onto my knees and move in so I am right in front of him. I pull my hand away and plant both hands on his hips, using them for leverage so I can reach up. He’s so tall. When I’m face-to-face with him I look into his eyes. They are gray and green. The left one has flecks of gold in it.
He is completely still, waiting for me to make the first move. I touch my tongue to his mouth and nibble on his lower lip. “I have an idea what we could do,” I whisper. I pull away and watch his face, searching for a clue to how he’s taking my advance. I have no idea what to expect but my heart is racing rabbit-fast in my chest—my normal cue to run away. I’m done with that. That’s the old me. The scared me. The new me? She wants this. I want him. I’m going for it.
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BEN
I watch her kiss me, unsure what to think. Jules doesn’t seem like one of those girls, but there’s no mistaking her signals here. My cock is pressing against my dive suit and I’m only wearing my shorts underneath so there is no hiding it. Fuck it.
I place my hand on the back of her neck and pull her to me. I press my lips against hers, slowly at first, testing to see what she wants. When she parts her lips, I let go and soon her taste fills my head.
Jules is sweet and warm, and her hands are all over me. When she grabs my cock, I can’t help it; I moan and press into her. The pressure feels like it might kill me. I move my kisses from her lips to her neck.
She’s unbuttoning her sweater and exposing more of her neck and chest to me. I help her with the buttons and slip her sweater off, revealing a baby blue bra cupping her small, round breasts. I slip her bra off one shoulder and ease the fabric away and find her nipple, sucking it and bringing it gently between my teeth. This raises a moan from her that sends me over the edge.
I grab her by the ass and lift her off the beanbag with one arm, adjusting my knees to lay her down. Once I have her under me she sits up and I feel her tiny fingers move along my collar and pull the zipper of my jumpsuit down my torso.
Her hands are warm on my chest and her lips are soft on my belly as I shrug out of the top of my jumpsuit. It’s one piece, so it hangs from my hips as I kneel in front of her.
She’s panting on the cushion. My cock is throbbing when she lays back and unbuttons her jeans.
Something about the way the setting sun lands on her skin wakes something up in my brain and I can’t move. She’s perfect.
“My god, you’re beautiful,” I whisper.
She shimmies out of her jeans, watching me the whole time with her green eyes blazing into mine. “I have never…” She closes her eyes and shakes her head as if clearing away the words. “I want you.” She says it like she’s ordering lunch but her cheeks flame bright red and I can tell she’s embarrassed or shy or something.
Her panties are baby blue, like her bra, and I finger the edge of the lace. She reaches up and pulls my zipper the rest of the way down and slips her hands inside my shorts and guides them down over my erection.
I’m naked in front of her and the sun is blazing through the window and I don’t care about anything. I reach down to her hips and slide her panties down her legs, she eases them off her feet and opens her legs for me.
“I don’t do things like this,” she says. “I don’t want you to think…”
“Hmm.” I don’t reply. I don’t have the heart to tell her that this is all I do. All I want. So I just kiss her and place her hand on my rock hard cock and let her guide me inside.