CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SCOTT
It was difficult to wait, especially when Julie had been all over me and warm against me in the car just last night. But I didn’t want to take her then and there, especially with all that alcohol running inside her system.
If I had sex with Julie for the first time, I wanted her to be sober and experiencing every pleasure there was on earth before I slid my cock inside her. I hadn’t done virgins before, preferring to keep away from them and all the complication they presented.
But Julie? She had me hooked before I even knew it. The damn minx was too hot to resist, and I didn’t think anyone else could have handled all that fire accordingly.
I wasn’t sure I wanted anyone else to, anyway.
It was pretty selfish, but I was damn glad I gave in. The memory of that damn man all over her at the club? Not good. The jealousy I felt back there was insane, along with the fury as I watched how she was being handled. Suddenly, I wanted to be the only one touching her—for now. This often happened to me, anyway—lusting over a woman, feeling that great chemistry between us that would lead to very explosive sex.
After the sex, there wasn’t much to go by as I found myself growing bored again.
Perhaps if we worked our way through this lust going on between us, it would fizzle out soon enough and we’d be back to our old selves around each other. I could move on with other women, and she could go with Doug for all I cared.
But for now, the thought made me seethe.
In the meantime, I was back to being busy, going in and out of the racing track and the club all over again. While I could have slipped in a time to be with Julie, it would have been fast—and I didn’t want that. We needed hours to slake our thirst, and no quickie was going to do that.
Jay finally got back to Daytona on a Friday afternoon, much to my delight. He came barging in the office while I was reviewing the books, looking haggard but pleased.
Very pleased.
“Hey, McCall.”
I shot him a knowing look. “You just got laid, didn’t you?”
The pleased expression on his face intensified, and he gave me a smile that looked smug—like a cat that had lapped up tons of cream and was plenty full. I chuckled and shook my head, then closed the book and tossed it over to him as he crashed down on the couch. He opened it, his eyes flying on the recent pages.
“Some woman you met in Los Angeles, I presume?”
The smug smile grew wide, though he didn’t take his eyes off the book. “Airplane, actually.”
Ah. Airplane quickie.
“And I assume there’ll be a second date?”
“Maybe,” he said.
Jay wasn’t fooling me. Unlike me, he wasn’t really a player, preferring to keep to himself and only date women he really liked, not just was sexually attracted to. He had this aloof kind of personality until one got to really know him. Coincidentally, it was one of the traits that had more women falling all over him—probably all that mysterious aura he exuded, like he was some piece of a puzzle they wanted to figure out.
I stood up from my seat and stretched, feeling my muscles creak. I’d been sitting there for a good two hours now, focused on working.
“You’re taking over tonight?” I asked.
Jay nodded. “Go do your thing.”
A glance at the clock determined it was still one in the afternoon. Now, what should I be doing that would last me for hours?
I smiled at the answer that came almost instantly.
*****
Me: Are you home?
Julie: Yeah. Why?
Me: Mallory?
Julie: Out. Why?
I didn’t respond anymore. Ten minutes later, I was already knocking on her door. I could hear her footsteps as she came down. A few seconds later, she was opening the door and looking all casual in sweat shorts and a loose gray shirt. Her hair was up in her usual ponytail, and she was wearing glasses that looked so damn cute and sexy at the same time.
Her eyes took me in from head to foot, and I didn’t miss the pleased expression. Then she was zoning in on what I had in my hands, and those hazel eyes lit up.
“Free food!” she exclaimed.
I chuckled as she ushered me in and took me upstairs to her room. Her and Mallory’s shared apartment was small but cozy, despite the lack of a proper living room. Since her bedroom was large and spacious, with a couch just near the door, I assumed Mallory’s had the same amount of space.
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, God…”
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.