Chapter Ten
Artimus
With Julia just across the hallway, my libido was in overdrive. I mean she was right there. Aside from the fact that she was my employee, I could tell she was a little on the tipsy side after our wine and work session. That made her vulnerable, and I’d never take advantage of a woman like that.
Damn my good moral fiber!
My cock was upset with me, straining against my pajama bottoms. I looked down at the tent it had made. “Stop it. You know I’m not that kind of man.”
It pulsed at me, just to antagonize me, I was sure.
Looking at the bottle of water on my nightstand, I thought about Julia and thought maybe I should take her a bottle of water too. She had no idea where to get one, and it would be rude of me not to make sure she had access to anything she needed.
Wouldn’t it?
Going to the small fridge in my bedroom, I took a bottle out and proceeded to the door. But my erection was still going strong, and that wouldn’t be a very nice thing for her to see. So I went to the closet to get my robe, but as I stood in front of that door, I knew I wasn’t going over there just to give her the water then leave. And that wasn’t a good idea.
Going back to the fridge, I put the bottle back inside and went to get into my bed. Pulling the blanket up, I lay there, staring at the ceiling.
I wondered how long a person should wait before asking someone out who worked for them. A week, a month, a year?
Shaking my head to try to rid my mind of that thought, I switched to wondering how it would play out, dating someone who you also worked with. Everything would be great, until things fell apart and you’d be stuck seeing them at work every day.
I would’ve bet a million bucks that that would be as awkward as it got.
Had I made a mistake by hiring a woman I knew I was attracted to? Had I doomed myself to eternal sexual frustration because I’d listened to Ashton when he told me it wouldn’t be fair not to give Julia the job? Would the feelings I had for Julia ever stop growing? Would they eventually die if I ignored them?
I had so many questions, and no one to ask them to.
One thing I did know was that there was no harm in having a little me-time, with that woman starring in my fantasy.
So, I did what any red-blooded American man would do. I took a hold of the situation. The situation being my throbbing cock.
Closing my eyes, I ran my hand up and down the length, pretending it was Julie who held me in a firm grip instead. We were sitting in the back of my car, the tinted windows hiding us from onlookers.
“I want you, Artimus,” she murmured as her lips grazed my neck. Her hand moved fluidly around my dick.
With one forceful push, I had her on her back. Taking hold of her blouse, I pulled it apart, making buttons fly everywhere. Her tits heaved as she breathed heavily.
I pulled a knife out of my pocket and cut the front of her bra to set her big tits free. Grabbing them, I squeezed until she whimpered. Then I bent down and took one in my mouth, licking that nipple until it was so hard it could cut glass. I sucked on it hard and long, making her cry out in ecstasy.
Her body was taut and tight as I ran my hands all over it, pulling her skirt down as I feasted on her delicious flesh. Down I went, kissing every inch of her gorgeous body as I did. I kept moving, all the way until I got to her sweet spot.
Looking up at her, I found her eyes open as she watched me. Her cunt tasted so sweet, I couldn’t get enough of it. Her pearl was swollen, and I couldn’t resist a little nibble on it. The sounds she made only made me eat her more ravenously.
Julia begged me to fuck her. Fuck her as hard as I could.
But she’d have to wait for that, because I wanted to taste her cum before I gave her my hard cock. Forcing my tongue into her tight hole, I fucked her with it until she clenched around my tongue and filled my mouth with her juices.
Drinking her in, I wanted to feel her mouth on me too. Pulling my face away from her dripping pussy, I looked at her. “On your knees.”
Even though she panted from the orgasm she’d just had, she hurried to get on her knees in front of me. She looked longingly at my erection. “You want me to suck you?” Her dark eyes ran up to meet mine.
“You know what I want. Do it.” I took her head in my hands and pulled her to take my cock into her mouth.
The wetness inside of her mouth lubricated my cock as I pulled her head back and forth, taking control and making her go as fast or as slow as I wanted her to. Her tongue ran up and down the underside of my dick as she deepthroated me.
“You like that, don’t you, baby. You like my big dick going down your throat, don’t you?”
Her moan told me that she did like it. And who wouldn’t?
I spurted my load down her throat, and she drank it all. I let her head go, and she pulled back, wiping a few drops of my cum off her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked at me with fire in her eyes.
Huffing and puffing, I leaned back on the seat as she smiled at me sexily. Her eyes on me, she started pulling the remainder of her clothes off before getting on all fours and presenting her bare ass to me.
My cock sprang back to life as I looked at her round ass. I got off the seat to get on my knees behind her. Her ass begged to be spanked, and I gave her three nice smacks before shoving my erection in between her soaked walls.
She groaned with relief as I filled her pussy with my fat cock. “Yes, Artimus. Fuck me.”
I pushed her shoulders down, pinning them to the floor so I could get deeper inside of her, burying my cock in her hot cunt.
“You like this fat cock thrusting into that sweet pussy, baby?” I pulled her hair as I slammed into her.
“Yes!” she screamed. “I love your fat cock, Artimus!”
“Mine is the only cock you get, baby. You understand me?” I thrust even harder into her tight hole.
“Yes, only you, Artimus,” she panted and squirmed underneath me. “Only you. Forever.”
Leaning over her, I growled into her ear, “You are mine. Only mine. Forever, Julia Wolfe.”
My body tensed as an orgasm racked my body with an intensity I’d never felt before. I groaned as my seed filled her pulsing pussy.
Then she was there, in my bed with me, my arm around her sleeping body as we spooned together. I kissed the top of her shoulder as she made tiny snoring sounds. “Good night, baby. You’re safe with me.”
My eyes opened, clearing the vision from my head, and I looked up at the ceiling. My spent cock was still in my hand.
“What the hell was that all about, you crazy subconscious?” I’d spoken the words out loud. I had no idea where the last part of that fantasy had come from.
Julia Wolfe?
Was I really that invested in the woman?
Did a part of me really see her as a potential wife?
I shook my head before getting up to clean up the mess I’d made in my bed. Going to the shower to clean up, I turned on the water, then stepped into the tiled shower, which was big enough for six people if need be.
I had no idea why anyone would actually make a shower that damn big, but when people built things for the wealthy, they made everything bigger. Like the bathtub that was the size of a small swimming pool at my home in the Hamptons.
With that thought, I instantly imagined a naked Julia in that huge tub, the water bubbling all around her as the jets moved it around her body. She smiled at me, then wiggled her finger for me to come in and join her.
I got into the tub too, pulling her into my arms and kissing her. Our mouths fought for control but mine won, and she succumbed to me with a little moan. I lay back and put her on top of me, her cunt sliding down over my cock.
The water rocked us in its warm embrace. She sat up on top of me, putting on a show just for me as her hands moved through her hair and over her body, her boobs bouncing with each move she made.
I ran my hands up her tight stomach, then ground my thumb in circles around her clit. She gasped, her eyes going wide and then closing as she rode me until her body could take no more and she came all over my cock.
My eyes sprang open again, and I saw the remnants of cum washing down the drain. I’d come again in a matter of a few minutes. And that was only from fantasizing about her.
What would having sex with her in real life be like?
Maybe I was putting her up on some kind of pedestal. No one could be that great in bed.
Right?
I looked down to find my cock hard again. “This can’t be real.”
I had to be dreaming. I’d never gotten hard back-to-back like that.
Not that I wasn’t an accomplished lover. I was. But I hadn’t been able to get hard that quickly after an orgasm since I was a teen. Not since I was just beginning puberty and it was all so new and exciting to me.
After jacking off one more time to get rid of that hard-on, I got out of the shower, put new sheets on my bed, and climbed into it. I then tossed and turned for too long, having a hard time falling asleep knowing that the woman of my dreams lay just across the hallway from me.
I had no idea what the right thing to do was. All I did know was that I needed to get this under control, no matter what.
Now that I’d broken the seal, so to speak, I had a horrible feeling that my cock would be taking over, leaving my brain in the dust. And that was never a good idea.
Nothing good could come from leading with your sexual organs instead of rational thought.
My eyes finally felt heavy, and sleep finally came to take me into its arms. And yet I still found Julia waiting for me. Her arms wide open, her body bare, and her face just as beautiful as ever as she beckoned me to come to her.
I moved with a steady pace, then took her in my arms, and she felt like she’d been there forever. She felt like I wanted to keep her there forever. And the name, Julia Wolfe, just kept echoing around us, surrounding us like a thick blanket, protecting us both from the cold.