Be With Me in Silicon Valley: The Juliette Trilogy (The Princesses of Silicon Valley - Book 3)

by Anita Claire

  Backing me up, my calves hit my bed as he gently lays me down. My back is now on the bed, as I prop myself up on my elbows. Leaning back, he grabs the heel of my boot. “Zipper, you need to pull down the zipper,” I breathlessly stammer out. Giving me a half smile, he pulls down the zipper and pulls off the boot, followed by a quick roll off of my sock; then he does the same with the other boot, finishing up by dragging my jeans off my legs. I’m now only wearing my panties. The strong angles of his face are highlighted by the shadows the street lights have produced. Gazing from his face down, I view his well-toned chest through his open shirt. My gaze continues south to his pants that are half sliding down his hips, exposing his boxers, which cover his hard on. Looking into my eyes, he reaches down dragging his fingers from my ankles to my shins. When he gets to my knees, he extends his thumbs so they’re on the inside of my knee, and his fingers are on the outside of my thighs. Pulling my knees apart, he continues to maintain eye contact as he gently drags his thumbs up my inner thighs until they reach my panties. He rubs his thumbs against my folds. I gasp loudly and clutch my comforter in my fists as he rubs my clit. Raising his fingers, he grasps the sides of my panties, pulling them down my legs and discarding them at my feet.

  Standing up, he unbuttons his shirt’s cuffs, letting his shirt drop to the floor. In a deep, gravelly voice, Nate pulls off his shoes, and says, “I hope you want me to continue.”

  All I can do is nod.

  He continues, “You will tell me if you want me to stop.” I nod again. Nate pulls down his pants and boxers. His penis is large and hard as it springs free. His eyes move over my naked form, from my thighs to my groin up my stomach past my breasts, finally to my eyes.

  Nate leans down and places a kiss on my stomach, right above where my pubic hair ends. It tickles and makes me shudder. He then licks a line up to my belly button, which causes me to gasp again as I feel the start of an orgasm tightening my muscles. Looking up at me through my breasts, he balances his weight with one arm, while the fingers on his other hand caress my breast. Licking and kisses his way up my stomach, he heads for the breast his fingers aren’t teasing. Licking from the inside of my breast he circles my areola. Then he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. A loud deep moan releases from my mouth as my sex clenches in response and a tingle spreads across my chest. Flicking my nipple with his teeth, he moves to rolling his tongue around it and then he pulls it back into his mouth sucking hard as tremors envelop my body. Flashing me his blue eyes he takes a big lick from my nipple to my clavicle. The entire time he’s doing this with his tongue, his fingers are gently massaging my other breast. Looking up into my eyes he says, “You have amazing breasts, I could get lost in these breasts.” He crawls up so his face is even with mine, releasing my breast, and placing that hand on my temple, gently massaging my hair back with his thumb. Looking me in the eyes he says, “You still want me to continue?”

  I nod.

  He smiles as I hear a deep gravely, “good.”

  Finding my voice I whisper, “Can we continue under the comforter where it’s warmer?”

  Smiling, he nods as we both race our naked bodies towards the pillows pulling back and crawling under the comforter. We’re now lying side by side, as he pulls me close as we start kissing again. His hand rubs large circles from my thigh over my butt to the top of my hip. Placing my leg over his thigh, I drag the back of my hand from his lower abdomen to his chest, letting his chest hair play through my fingers along the way. On my path down, I let the pads of my fingers continue until I reach his penis. He groans as I run my finger along its length twisting my fingers to feel around its head.

  Reaching in between us, he runs his fingers along my pubic hair as he says, “You’re natural, I like hair down there.” Reigniting a deep kiss, he reaches lower to between my folds creating the friction I’ve been craving. Gently he pets my clit with his thumb. Pulling away from his mouth, I let out a low whimper.

  “Come for me, I want to feel you come on my hand.” he growls. My stomach contracts, as his petting gets stronger and deeper. He continues with the friction, as his fingers probe up into me. My breathing is intense as I feel him bring me higher. He rolls me to my back continuing my climb by dragging his fingers deep along the inside of my folds and now placing two fingers inside of me. Leaning on his forearm, he bends his head to my chest and starts sucking my nipple hard, twirling it with his tongue, and pulling it with his teeth. Responding to all this stimuli, I arch my back, throw back my head, and pant as gasping noises release with each exhale. He continues touching me. Placing one hand on top of his, I feel the tendons of his hand move as he rubs my clit bringing me higher and higher. Feeling myself quake and moan, my legs and stomach shiver. He releases my breast from his mouth, kisses my cheek as he watches me orgasm.

  Wiping his wet hand on my sheets, he gently drags his fingers up my side, along my breast, stopping at the side of my head where his thumb gently strokes my cheek. It takes me a couple minutes to come down, finally I open my eyes.

  He’s staring at me with a satisfied smile. He rubs the back of his fingers down my chest and along my stomach. In a soft bedroom voice, he asks “Are you up for more? Can I join you this time?”

  Not able to find my voice, I nod, bend my neck into him for another deep kiss. Our tongues continue their violent interaction. He pulls away, smiles and then leans over the bed. Coming back with a condom, he gives me a cocky smile.

  Smirking, I can’t help but raise my eyebrows. “Optimistic.”

  He smirks. “Forever hopeful.”

  Breaking the wrapper’s seal with his teeth, I can feel him roll the condom on under the covers. He looks back at me with half lidded eyes, “You sure you want this?”

  Nodding, I look into his eyes. “Yeah, I want this with you.”

  Smiling he says, “good,” as he brushes my face with the pads of his finger he says, “I’ll take it easy.”

  Rolling me to my back, he kisses me strong and hard as he pulls himself between my knees. Leaning on one forearm, he uses his other hand to run his penis deep along my folds. Finally, he positions his penis above me. My hands are on his shoulders as he releases my mouth. His breathing increases as he gently strokes inside of me, each stroke going a little deeper, a little harder. I’m already primed from my orgasm only a few minutes ago; I can feel my body shutter in response. His penis goes so deep it feels like he’s hitting my ribs. It’s width creates a lot of friction. He continues to rock in and out of me. Both of us are gasping.

  Whispering in my ear he says, “I’ll wait for you.” Reaching down he grabs both of my knees bringing them up to the sides of my chest, which only brings him deeper inside of me.

  Gasping loudly, I feel orgasmic spasms race through my system causing my whole body to tremor. His strokes change, as he thrusts and releases. He lets out three grunts in unison with his releases. My whole body spasms along with my vagina as it clutches and squeezes his penis. Kissing my forehead, he pulls out of me leaving me gasping in his wake. He rolls onto his back grabbing my hand. We each lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling, breathing hard. My body shakes from the orgasm. A strong buzz floats through me, all the way up to the top of my head.

  Nate rolls me to his side, pulling me close so that my head is on his chest as he weaves his feet with mine.

  This is such a surprise. My mom always called me her cuddler. Both Chris and Stephan hated to cuddle. Sex with them always made me feel so alone afterwards. I just figured this was a difference between men and women. Nate drags his hand in large circles along my butt and hips as he takes in my curves. The heat of our bodies feels good as I come down from my orgasmic high.

  Nate kisses my forehead as he says, “That was good, real good.”

  My groin and thighs feel sloppy wet and sticky, but I’m enjoying the cuddling so much, I can’t move. After a few minutes, when my body is no longer quaking, Nate moves me off him, and leaves the room. My heart clenches. Is he going to get dressed?
Is he going to leave? From what my friends say, I know a lot of guys flee after sex. Silently, I pray that Nate doesn’t flee. The toilet flushes, the water turns on, then he finally comes back.

  Throwing our jackets in the corner, he hands me a warm wet washcloth, and says, “I didn’t remember locking the front door.”

  I wipe my sticky thighs and groin, then drop the wet washcloth on the floor. Crawling back under the covers, Nate says, “Where are you?” Reaching for me, he pulls me into a tight spoon as he says in his deep husky voice, “You’re awful quiet. Is everything OK? Did I hurt you?”

  Snuggling back into him, I feel the smile over take my face as I shake my head, “I’m good, real good.”

  Nate entwines our legs while his hand is on my breasts. It does feel really good to lay encased in his warmth.

  Chapter 10 – The Morning After

  Surprisingly, I sleep hard. What wakes me is an unfamiliar ringing. Hearing a gruff, “shit,” I realize that Nate is still in my bed. At some point, we must have rolled away from each other. He reaches over grabbing his pants, pulling out his phone and turning off the alarm. Placing his phone on the bedside table, he turns to me, “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.”

  Drawing my fingers down his face, I smile, “That’s fine. I think it would have freaked me out more if I woke up and you were gone.”

  Smiling, he pulls me underneath him, “Last night was good.” He smiles, “real good, I’m not leaving that quickly.” Bending down, he kisses me on the cheek. His stubble prickles my skin. He proceeds to tickle me by kissing then licking my ear. As he sucks on my earlobe, he reignites my groin. Speaking into my pillow, he says, “Juliette, can I interest you in a quick one before I take off for work?”

  “You’ve already started working?”

  He groans, “Shit, I don’t know why I agreed to view this surgery.”

  Smiling wide, I manage to say, “Yeah, a quick one would be fun.”

  He grabs another condom out of his wallet, keeping eye contact as he fits it on. With a cocky smile, he lowers his head to my breast and starts sucking my nipple. His hand dances around my lower stomach before it moves farther south. Rubbing my folds, he releases my nipple, “You’re already wet.”

  Reaching down, I can feel his penis getting hard. It twitches and grows as I drag my fingers up and down his shaft and around the tip. He plays with my clit in strong, knowing movements bringing me close to an orgasm, providing friction deeper into my folds, and sticking his fingers up inside of me. As he feels my breath quicken, he positions himself over me raking his penis from one end of my folds to the other as he feels for my entrance. Gasping as we join, I wrap my legs around his waist.

  He strokes hard into me as he asks, “Are you close?”

  I sputter out, “yeah.”

  He continues to stroke hard and deep. Arching my back, I gasp with an orgasm as I see him smile with satisfaction. He strokes a few more time then releases into me. Squeezing his penis while it’s inside of me, I let the shutters of my orgasm envelop me. When he catches his breath, he pulls out. Brushing my face with his fingers and kissing my forehead he says, “That was a nice way to wake up.” Raising his torso up, he smiles down at me and says, “I’ve got to run.” He then heads to the bathroom.

  Strutting back into my room naked, I have a chance to admire his well-toned body as I watch him dress. Sitting down on my bed to put his socks and shoes on, he reaches over and moves the covers so he can kiss, then lick, my breast. Raising his head to give me eye contact, he uses his fingers to lazily play with my breast, as he tells me, “I’ll be done by two. I’ll text you when I get back to my place. You’re free this afternoon, right?”

  I nod.

  He smiles, and says, “good,” as he grabs his coat and leaves my room.

  Lying back in bed, I smile. I can still feel his hands on me.

  Chapter 11 - Swimming

  After falling back to sleep, I wake up before eight a.m. Realizing that I can still make swim practice, I race into the bathroom. Peering into the mirror, I just about die. My hair looks like a rat took refuge in it, my mascara is smeared around my eyes, and my lips are still swollen from all the kissing. First I brush my teeth to get rid of my nasty morning breath, then I pull my hair back into a very messy ponytail, finally I throw on my swimsuit. Right before I head out, I strip my bed, throw my sheets into the washer, and then head to the pool.

  After practice, I use extra conditioner to work out all the knots. Amanda joins me in the locker room. “Juliette, what happened to you last night? We really missed you at happy hour. Kelly and Sean were there, so were Sam and Meredith. “

  Giving her a sad smile, I say, “Zach told me he was headed for England, I didn’t know if it was cool for me to show up.”

  “Hey, you’re our friend, too, you can hang with us. Anyway, has Zach been texting you?” she asks all excited.

  I shake my head, “After swimming he told me his project blew up and he was heading off to England. I texted and e-mailed him, but I haven’t heard back.”

  Amanda looks at me annoyed, "Those guys, they're like dogs chasing a squirrel, when work takes over their brains they forget that there’s anything else in the world.” She then gives me a little pleading look, “I bet when Zach's project gets back on track he'll been calling you. I know he really likes you."

  Feeling guilty, I just shrug. "I guess.” While I debate if I should tell Amanda that I choose Nate, I decide Zach is now plan B, and keep this news to myself.

  Unfortunately Amanda has other ideas as she says in a tight voice, “Were you out with the other guy last night?”

  “The other guy?” I repeat.

  “Yeah, the guy Zach’s competing with.”

  My chest feels tight as I nod. Amanda scowls, “Shit, I was just hoping that Zach wouldn’t screw up.” Then she shrugs, “I figure if Kevin’s friends have girlfriends, it will change the dynamics. You know, make it so much easier for me.”

  I nod, understanding where she’s coming from. Wanting to move off of this uncomfortable topic I ask, “Did Kelly and Sean show up together? Like really together?”

  Amanda answers, “Those two deserve each other. They definitely were not cute and clingy.” Shaking like she has the chills, she adds, “I bet they break furniture when they have sex.”

  I choke out a laugh as my mind flashes to last night with Nate. Then I refocus, “Yeah, I bet Kelly brings out the least gentle and most animalistic attributes in a guy,” I Chuckle. “Not that I’ve ever witnessed it, but I’m sure sex with Kelly looks like naked Greco Roman wrestling.”

  “Like, what’s with that? They’re supposed to be going mountain biking today. Kelly was boasting that she planned on ruining him.”

  With a big smile, I shake my head. “That’s Kelly, she’s very competitive and very physical. I think most women like her are gay.” Giving a gossipy look, I ask, “Sean’s into her?”

  “I don’t think Sean has the patience to deal with normal women. Kelly’s perfect, she’s like hanging out with a guy, except at the end of the night, he can screw her.”

  “Amanda, that’s the best description of Kelly ever. I’m going to have to tell her that.”

  Amanda looks at me aghast. “No way, don’t repeat what I just said!”

  Rolling my eyes, I say, “Kelly’s cool, she’ll like you better for saying that.” I pick up my bag. “Come on, grab your bag. I bet the guys are waiting outside.”

  Austin and Kevin are waiting for us. Before anything gets weird, I ask, “Has anyone heard from Zach?”

  Kevin and Austin both give each other a look. Then Kevin says, “His project blew up over Thanksgiving weekend. He pulled a couple all-nighters and then flew to England.”

  Austin then asks, “Didn’t he say anything to you?”

  In an attempt to play it cool I just shrug, “Yeah, no details, just things went off the rails and he was flying to London, I haven’t heard from him since.”

  Kevin frowns and
shakes his head. “I don’t work with him. I guess we’ll find out more when he’s back in town.” Then he looks like he’s about to say something else, but reconsiders. Instead, he says, “You going to join us for breakfast?”

  Smiling, I say, “sure.” The four of us head over to Crepevine.

  Chapter 12 – Horse Back Riding

  Once home I text Deborah. Then I wait until my sheets are dry, so I can make my bed before I head over to the arena. I’m glad I have something else to do; I don’t want to be the woman who waits around for some man to call. At the arena, the girls and horses are a lot of fun to work with; they keep my mind occupied.

  At around three Nate texts. Got stuck in surgery, heading home now.

  Even knowing he’s a doctor, it’s strange to think he cuts people open.

  Juliette: I’m at the arena in Los Altos Hills working with horses. Meet me here when you’re ready. Then I give him my coordinates.

  The ever vigilant Deborah asks who I’m texting when I should be watching the girls. Smiling, I tell her about my very new guy.

  “Do I get to meet this guy?”

  “You’ll be one of the first to meet him.”

  Focusing in on the girls, I try not to think about Nate. At about four, he finally shows up, I’m just glad I had something to do. He is freshly washed and shaved, he looks real good in his sneakers, jeans, and fleece jacket. He has that clean cut Boy Scout look I remember from the first time we met.

  Waving, with a big smile, I head over to the split rail fence Nate’s now leaning on. My stomach jumps as I get close. “Good timing, we were just about to head back to the stables.”