Chapter Eleven
Julian
Melody’s a knockout.
And she’s all mine.
We get through dinner like a dream, Melody looking like a vision of grace the whole damn time. Everyone at the table is enraptured with her, and I feel free around her to show a side of myself that Gordon and the others haven’t seen before.
I feel like I’m just floating along and my ears are still ringing from all the compliments Gordon lavishes on the two of us.
It takes all the focus I have just to keep on track with Gordon and make sure I have his support for when I plan to make my move.
But it’s happening.
All because of her.
I never thought it’d be this easy, but there’s something about her that’s incredible — the way she’s real, the way she’s genuine, the way that even when she’s inventing a fake history for the two of us, it sounds authentic. She elevates me.
I want her.
I want her like I’ve never wanted any other woman before.
I want to taste every curve of her body. I want to hear what it sounds like when she lets go, when she loses control as ecstasy makes her senseless..
I want to see what she looks like in the morning, with her hair ruffled and her makeup smeared and her naked body lit by the morning sun. I’m harder than I’ve ever been just thinking about her, and the ecstatic opportunities she offers.
The night ends as a total success. We get into the Jag and it’s a struggle for me to peel my eyes off her and put them on the road; the dress she’s got on is perfect — clingy, sophisticated, elegant, and exceedingly dirty.
My cock is harder than my stick shift and all I want is for her to reach over and put me into gear.
“We did good tonight, right?” she says, smiling slyly.
She knows it.
I nod, the bubbles from a night of champagne popping inside my head with each movement. “Real fucking good. Gordon is behind me one hundred percent, and it’s all thanks to you.”
Her eyes light up. “Thanks to us, you mean.”
She’s trying to be modest, but I’m not having it. “No, it’s all you, Melody. Before tonight, that guy would shoot lasers out of his eyes at me from across the boardroom.”
“Well, thank you,” she says.
I slow things down. I’m only slightly buzzed, but with Melody beside me, I’m more than a little distracted.
Sultry, charming, seductive, hotter than hell, I can’t get her out of my mind.
And the looks she’s been giving me throughout the night has me thinking that I’m not the only one feeling something physical between us.
Every so often, when the moonlight coming through the windows hits just the right angle, I can see the goosebumps on her chest and the gentle curves of her breast.
Focus on the road. If you crash the Jag because you were staring at a pair of tits, that’s months of hard work that’ll be wasted.
But those tits, though…
She leans over, resting against me, nuzzling her head into the crook of my shoulder. There’s just two layers of thin fabric between us and the heat coming from her sears my skin. I feel her chest expand and relax with each breath, I feel the swell of her breasts against me, I feel her hands settle high on my leg as she catches herself from falling further, I feel her eyes gazing straight at my rock hard cock that’s standing at attention in my slacks.
“Careful. This is just business, remember?” she says to me in a hot whisper.
The heat of her gaze is still on me.
There’s something in that whisper of hers.
Teasing.
Tempting.
Take me.
There’s silence between us — we hardly say a word — but every passing glance, every breath, every movement, is a screaming, sensual supplication for us to give into our desire.
This is supposed to be fake, but I can’t fight what I’m feeling for her.
We park in my driveway and I leap out of my seat to go around the car and open the door for her. I open it and she rises right into my arms. All I hear is this short, sharp breath before our lips meet.
“Are we doing this?” she whispers into my ear while I kiss her neck and run my hands down the back of her dress. I can feel the quick beat of her pulse pounding in her neck.
I squeeze her ass. Fucking hell, it is a perfect, plump handful.
My cock surges, rock hard and straining against the fabric of my pants.
“Do you want to stop?” I whisper.
“Never.”
I pull her back a bit from the car, leading her around to the front, kissing her every step of the way. Her lips are sweet, her smell intoxicating, and her nipples hardening, poking out against the thin fabric of her dress.
“But should we?” she asks, eyes wide.
“Don’t think about it. Don’t think about tomorrow, don’t think about the morning, don’t think about an hour from now. Right now, you are mine,” I say, running my thumb along her hard nipples and listening to the sweet sounds of her moan.
“Julian, that feels so good.”
Alone, under the light of the stars and the distant shimmer of the city beneath us, I slide away one strap of her dress. One bare shoulder tempts me further.
Her brown eyes shine back at me, reflecting my desire.
I slide away the other strap and she does this little shimmy as she pulls it off.
It’s like a dream come to life. Every curve of her body, every peak, every valley, full lips, full tits, eyes lit with lust; this woman is tailor-made to set my heart on fire.
I can’t hold back, I can’t restrain myself.
I’m going to devour her.
I press myself against her, crushing my lips to hers and I slide my hands over her bare body. She shivers against me, this little moan bursting from her lips. My cock is throbbing with need and I grind my hips against her.
“Give me your coat,” she whispers.
I take it off and hand it over. Primly, precisely, she lays it down on the pavement of my driveway and then drops to her knees.
God damn.
All I can do is watch, my heart pounding, as she snicks open my belt and my pants and takes my cock in one delicate hand.
Just her touch is enough to make me weak in the knees.
“Holy fuck,” I start to moan but I don’t get all the words out — they die in my throat as she swallows me.
She gets my cock about halfway down her throat and there’s this wet pop as she takes me out of her mouth.
“I had a nice time tonight and I just want to say thank you,” she says, stroking my cock as she looks up at me with those burning, bright brown eyes.
My knees are shaking. It’s like I’m sightless except for her. The world around me fades away and all I’m left with is the vision that is Melody.
A wicked grin parts her lips and then my heart revs into overdrive as she takes me back into her mouth, her tongue coiling and wrapping around my dick, while her lips suck with just enough pressure that makes me feel like I’m about to die in the best way possible.
How is a good girl like her able to do this?
I lean forward, resting one hand on the roof of my Jag for support while she makes my body go haywire with her tongue.
Every touch, every stroke, every lick is electric, sparking my senses like I’ve never felt before.
I breathe deep.
One more minute like this and I’m going to…
“Stand up,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Are you sure?” she says.
I have a goddess kneeling in front of me. I’m not sure how I manage it, but somehow I nod my head. I’ve got a reputation to uphold, and popping this quick is not a part of it.
I pick her up with one hand and throw her over my shoulder and carry her into my house. We make it through the doorway and I toss her backwards onto a lounge chair.
She’s barely able to gasp out “what are you doing?” before I’m on her, sliding off her panties and kissing my way up her thighs.
I need to taste her.
Her hands clutch my head and I bury myself in the scent of her. Taste, touch, every bit about it is perfect.
I could do this forever.
The first kiss against the lips of her pussy is jolting and the first lick has her hips jerking like I’ve shocked her.
“Lie back,” I whisper, gazing up at her.
Instead, she reaches for cushions, moving them around and setting them behind her so she can prop herself up and watch me.
“I want to see.”
I smirk. I love an audience.
My lips find her labia again and, gently, I explore her while my hands wander up and down her legs, brushing the backs of her thighs, gripping her ass.
She watches me through half-closed eyes that flutter shut when I brush my tongue against her clit. Her hands wander over her body, caressing her tits, pinching her nipples.
“That feels so fucking good,” she moans.
I take my time. I lose myself in her scent, her taste, and watch out of the corner of my eye as she lets ecstasy take over her, arching her back, tossing her head back. Tension builds and I can feel how close she is to sweet release.
I pause.
She looks at me, and the look that dawns on her face as I wet my fingers is priceless. Her lips part in this ‘o’ as I slide first one, then two inside her and then wrap my lips around her clit, sucking it gently into just the right spot before I stroke it with my tongue.
The sound she makes is music to my ears. A full, lusty moan that builds and builds as I stroke her clit with my tongue. She begins to tense and quiver as it builds inside her and I’m sure she’s going to crush my jaw with the way her thighs clamp tight against my face.
“Julian, don’t stop.”
When she comes, it’s like someone counted down 3…2…1… blast off as she bites down on one of the cushions and screams into it. Shaking, jerking, her body moving like she’s lost all control — it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I hold her in place until her screams turn into moans and I can’t restrain myself any longer. I need to fuck her.
“Are you ready?”
A moan and a dreamy nod of her head is her only answer.
I stand up and help her get up, too, leading her across the room, stopping only for a second to snatch one of the condoms I’d stashed earlier in one of the drawers underneath the coffee table.
We stop in front of the huge windows in my lounge, the ones that look out over the entire city and the bay; a sprawling scene of twinkling lights.
“Bend over.”
She puts both hands against the window, arches her back, and looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes beg for me to take her.
I aim to please.
I enter her. Hot, tight heat envelopes my cock and a groan bursts out of my lips.
She smiles wickedly, her eyes still on fire, and flexes, her pussy tightening on my cock even more.
“God damn,” I gasp.
She is the best kind of trouble, she wants nothing except to drain me of everything I’ve got. But I’m not going to let her finish me this early.
I grab her by her hair, slowly pulling her head back and bringing her into line.
I’m the one in charge.
I start slow.
I want this feeling to last forever. Gentle, starting a rhythm that builds and builds until she’s pressed hard against the window, head back, back arched, and hands clawing wildly at the glass while I fuck her like I own her.
The whole world’s spread out beneath me while I fuck the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Harder,” she urges me, her voice hoarse, urgent.
Fuck yes.
She’s almost flat against the glass, hanging on for dear life, these ragged moans coming from her while I fuck her deep. Sweat beads on her back and each thrust she makes a small grunt as she moves back against me, rocking her hips into my thrusts.
“I’m close,” I moan. My whole body feels like a fuse that’s been lit, burning and burning until I’m about to explode.
But I want something more from her. This isn’t just some one night stand and I need to hear her come again.
I shift my hips and change my thrust until I hear her moan deepen, until I see her body twitch in the way that tells me I’ve hit just the spot.
“Right there, fuck me right there,” she purrs.
I slide in deep and she claws at the glass like a wild animal.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I grit my teeth and hold her tight by the hips while I fuck her. I need to hang on, I need to hear her come one last time before I lose it
“Come for me,” I growl.
That does it. She breaks just as I bury myself deep inside her.
“Julian… I’m going to… Yes —” her voice drops off a cliff and her pussy seizes my cock in a vise.
It’s too much.
I push in deep — as deep as I can — to bury myself in her and I feel every ounce of who I am spill leave me as I come.
We stand there for a minute, my chest pressed against her back, the two of us looking out over the city, my cock still throbbing and still rock hard and my head swimming with desire and thoughts about what the hell just happened.
Melody reaches back and brushes my cheek with her fingertips. I kiss her hand.
“Is this real?” She says.
What is this, if it’s not real?
The truth is, I can’t tell.
I’ve never been in this situation, I’ve never fucked a woman and wanted to stay there, holding them — it’s always been fuck and leave, or fuck ‘em until we pass out and then remind them where the front door is in the morning.
But I feel just as good holding Melody as I felt fucking her.
What is this?
I shake my head and let the common sense that comes after an orgasm bring me back to reality. Whatever it is, I can’t let it change what I set out to do. We have a deal, and something like love could get in the way.
I need to keep us on track.
“It’s just sex.”