by Tilly Pope
“I did.” I nod in concession that yes, perhaps I was complicit in our little encounter but also, I felt backed into a corner.
“I’m sorry.”
His apology catches me off-guard. I turn to face him, gaping like an idiot. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I never expected an apology from you.”
He sighs, looking away. “But will you accept it?”
“Of course I accept it. Didn’t I say that?”
He gave me a wry smile. “No, you didn’t.”
“Well, I do.”
He inhales long and hard. “That said,” he says on the exhale, and then grins naughtily at me. I just know he’s about to suggest something dirty. “Now that you’re here, I’m going to kiss you.”
For a moment I just stare at him in surprise. “Kiss me?”
“Yeah. You know when two people pucker up and join their lips together?”
“Oh, ha-ha.”
He looks at me, his dark eyes dropping to stare at my mouth before meeting my eyes so I can see the lust and desire reflected in them. He leans in, slowly, giving me every chance to pull away. I watch him, my eyes crossing as he comes closer, my body tensing in anticipation. His lips part and he lets out a sigh, the warm air brushing over my skin and making me break out in goosebumps.
I part my lips; they tingle in expectation of shortly being covered by his warm, soft mouth. The depth of my want surprises me. He closes the gap between us and just as I feel his tongue brush against my bottom lip, the doorbell rings.
The movers are ready.
6
Derek
Damn those movers! Their timing sucks. I have Julia just where I want her – in a very non-creepy way of course. Now, I’ll have to start from scratch in the Great Seduction of Julia Sparks. Yeah, I think of it in capital letters. It’s become my life’s mission to get her where I want her.
On her knees.
She’s been working for me these last few weeks and it’s been…tense. I can see her shoulders stiffen every time I go near her and it makes me feel…well, I don’t know what it makes me feel. What I know is that as a result, I act like more of an asshole when that’s the last thing I want to do.
It’s like Pavlov’s dogs. The more she rejects me, the more of a jerk I am. I’m a work in progress! I hear her moving around, her soft voice speaking to the movers, instructing them where to put what. I leave her to it.
I order in. There is a restaurant in the complex, on the ground floor. They do a delicious coffee in the mornings and serve some great international cuisine for the rest of the day. I’m thinking lasagna sounds good and safe.
Everyone likes lasagna right?
I pick up the phone. “Hey Dean. How are you?”
“Good Mr. Mills. What do you need this afternoon?”
“Can I get some lasagna for two, and a jug of sangria?”
“Oh, you entertaining someone then, Mr. Mills?”
“New roommate.” I say shortly, not really appreciating his tone.
“Great. It’ll be about fifteen minutes. Is that okay?”
“That’s perfect, thank you.” I hear the movers leaving even as we spoke. Fifteen minutes would give her just enough time to shower and put away her things. I move out into the living room and see her by the fridge, pouring herself a glass of wine.
“I ordered us lunch.”
She jumps so hard some wine slips out of the glass. I’m instantly sorry. I didn’t mean to scare her. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. But, you didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. But you must be hungry after all that work. It’s the least I can do. It should be here in fifteen minutes.”
She gives a small smile. “Great. I’ll just hop in the shower then.”
Called it!
“Yeah okay. I’ll let you know when the food gets here.”
She nods awkwardly then slides past me and down the hall to her bedroom. I wistfully watch her go, “I hate to have you leave but I love to watch you go,” I murmur to myself in imitation of John Travolta in Face Off. I smile to myself, a bit smarmily I admit and then go off to take my own shower, spray some light cologne on my skin and change into sexy sweatpants that will undoubtedly draw her eye to my ass, and a very thin t-shirt that shows off the breadth of my shoulders.
I’m the very picture of sexy just-been-to-the-gym hunk, but you know, without all the sweat and tiredness.
I drape myself across the sofa and wait for her to come back into the room. The doorbell rings before she comes back and I hurry off to get our meal. It smells delicious and I tip Dean a little over twenty percent, just because.
He gives me a huge smile and tells me to enjoy and then the little bugger winks at me. What does he know?
I head over to the kitchen and arrange the food on plates, retrieving some wine glasses and putting the lot on a tray. I decide we can eat on the balcony overlooking the pool. It’s relaxing, it’s a little warm out but not so warm that it’s uncomfortable. A few people are splashing in the pool, shouting with laughter.
I lean back in my wicker chair and wait for Julia to show up.
She takes another few minutes and I see she’s made some effort to put on make-up. Manfully, I suppress the smug grin that wants to bloom on my face.
“Have a seat,” I say pointing at the chair opposite me that will give her birds-eye view of the entire apartment complex and frankly, half of The Vegas Strip.
She sits down delicately. Her flowered yellow and blue dress flattering her figure without being obvious about it. I stare at her cleavage a bit; the dress being one of those spaghetti strapped ones, which cup a woman’s breasts lovingly before tracing the rest of her figure to just below her knees. She’s wearing blue sandals to match the flowers on her dress and her toes are gaily painted neon green. It’s all very…girly.
I pour out a glass of sangria and hand it to her, not forgetting the wedge of orange on the lip of the glass and the cheery pink umbrella. She smiles at me in thanks and takes a sip.
“Mmm.” She says.
“You like?”
“It’s delicious.”
“Thank you,” I say as if I made it.
“What did you get to eat? I’m starving.”
I pick up a plate and place the lasagna in front of her. She looks down at it, eyebrows raised. Picking up her fork, she takes a bite. The way her eyes close in ecstasy as she chews has me hardening in my sweatpants. I squeeze my dick asking it politely not to embarrass me and concentrate on giving her a curious smile.
“Good?”
“Oh my God, this is heaven. You have to tell me where you got this from.”
I laugh, because otherwise I might just lean over and kiss her. She looks so…orgasmic. “It’s actually on the first floor of this building. You can’t miss it.”
She smiled. “Awesome.”
It warms my heart to see a woman so openly enthusiastic about food. She sticks her fork into the food and digs in. I follow suit and for a time, we eat in silence.
“So, you all settled in?”
She shrugs. “I am mostly. Just a few more things I have to find places for.”
“Great. I mean if you need any help, I’m here.”
She smiles wryly at me. “Yeah, thanks.”
She helps me wash up after we eat which is weird. There we were, standing in the kitchen next to each other, domestic. It was everything I never knew to dream about. I look down at her, her creamy breasts peeking teasingly at me, a sliver of neon green bra showing. Her bra matches her nail polish. Isn’t that just next level?
I know it’s a little unorthodox to have an employee living in my house. But I didn’t twist her arm, She’s here voluntarily. And soon, if my plan goes the way I want it to, she won’t just be my employee.
Sometimes, I see a look in her eyes which gives me hope that I’m not the only one in this boat. That she feels something more for me than just being the guy who signs her check
s.
It’s late by the time I get ready for bed and the house is quiet. I creep silently down the hall, stopping at her door to listen. Not a single sound emanates from inside. It’s so quiet. Before I can think about it, I lift my hand and knock.
“Yes?”
The sound of her voice startles me but I still open the door and poke my head in. “Hi. I just wanted to tell you I’m going to bed.” She’s sitting at her dressing table, a brush in her hand. She’s wearing a blood red silk robe and not much else. I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Oh?” she continues to brush her hair nonchalantly. My hand feels glued to the door. I push it open wider and step into the room.
“Julia?”
She puts the brush down and looks at me. My mouth is dry.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Sure Derek. What is it?”
“Do you uhm…” I can’t exactly ask if she wants me, can I? I swallow and blow out a breath. I know I’m acting like a juvenile spaz. I can’t help myself. I have found my soulmate, and it scares the fuck out of me.
“Do I what?”
I close my eyes, inhale deeply and push the words out. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Wait, what? That’s not what I meant to say. Judging by how her eyes are shining, I might have hit on just the right words to get her to open up.
“You are?”
I cough, trying to get around confirming it but there’s nothing else to say. “Uh, yeah. I am.”
Her smile lights up her whole face and she gets to her feet, turning to face me. Her robe is a loose. I can see her right nipple. My eyes can’t help themselves; they rake her body from head to toe, glimpsing blonde pussy hairs and a bit of her belly button.
One careless swipe, and she would be naked before me.
I know, I know, not the thoughts I should be having after declaring my love. I look up at her face and she’s staring at me as if trying to determine the truth of my words. I stride decisively over to her and cover her lips with mine. I expect some push back, maybe even outrage, so it’s doubly shocking when she simply snakes her arms around my neck and holds on.
“Hey,” I say, pulling away from her, still trying to play casual while looking Julia over. My smile broadens as I notice that her robe is now completely open. I have to look away for a second, because her beauty is blinding.
The deep blue eyes, startlingly thick lashes, the exquisitely sculpted cheekbones, the gorgeous smooth skin with a liberal spattering of tiny freckles—it’s a miracle that I can still breathe.
Somehow, this paragon of beauty and sex wants to fool around with me, Derek Mills.
“Hey,” Julia’s voice is softer than usual, thin and wispy as she flutters her eyelashes at me. “Are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna do something?” I sprawl over the recliner in the corner, a double-sized leather cradle, and relax into it, as she collapses on my lap and lets my arms wrap around her.
“Yeah,” I breathe, rubbing my nose against Julia's cheek, just the lightest of stubble providing a hint of friction. My lips slide over Julia's mouth, coming to rest on a soft plump surface.
“Oh...” I moan, my own lips pressing down, moving against pillowy skin that parts under the pressure.
“Fuck,” murmurs Julia climbing off me.
“That’s what I was hoping.”
I get to my feet and rip at my clothing. Julia joins me in clawing at my sweatpants and pulling my shirt off, until we are both naked. I see Julia's eyes flick up and down, surveying my body before she turns and goes over to her bed, her peach-perfect ass wiggling seductively. My dick, already on the alert, hardens immediately, bouncing heavily between my legs as I follow her.
I stand at the foot of the bed, staring down at her. She’s already laid out, shapely legs opened wide, her hand lazily stroking her pussy. Julia's pussy is as pretty as the rest of her—fat, pink, perfect lotus flower currently adorned with a sheen of wetness.
I salivate, like Julia is a snack resting on a plate, waiting to be eaten. My cock twitches and I grab it, squeezing it and rubbing the head with my thumb, my eyes fixed on Julia.
“Come on, Derek!” Julia chuckles. “You look like you're gonna eat me! Do I look juicy and delicious?” She bucks her hips and licks her lips seductively. Pre-come wells out of my slit, and I groan.
“Fuck, Julia, so freakin' hot,” I smear the pre-come down my dick. “Wanna get inside you.”
“Yeah, I wanna feel you, feel that huge cock of yours reaming me out.” Julia reaches for my hand and pulls me down on the bed. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Oh fuck, I can.” I say.
Julia grins like the devil, shoving my hand down against her delectable pussy. Sure enough, I feel slick traces of wetness, and when I press a finger to Julia's hole, it lets me in so easily.
“Shit!” I pray that I won't come before I even get into Julia. “Lie down, baby. Spread your thighs for me.”
“No, like this.” Instead of staying on her back and spreading for me, Julia flips over, going up on her knees and elbows, pushing her ass up. “I’ve been bad, Sir!” She wiggles her butt, giving herself a little slap on one cheek.
I bite my bottom lip. It’s sexy as hell, but I've been hoping for a face-to-face fuck to start with. Something a little more... intimate.
The curves of her ass are perfect, the globes ripe and round. I spread my hands across them and squeeze. I rub Julia's pussy with my fingertip, making her shudder.
I slap her ass cheek and she cries out. “Count it out.” I command.
“One,” she says.
Another smack across her ass. “Two.”
I caress her pink skin, the heat just warming her up. I grab my cock and stroke. I’m hard as fucking steel.
“More, sir,” she begs and I smack her ass hard. “Three.” She whimpers. By the time we get to ten, she’s crying, begging me to fuck her.
Usually, this is when I make a sub wait. But I’m the one who can’t wait right now. I grab my cock and slam it into her cunt. The heat from her ass is electrifying.
Fuck fuck fuck!
So hot, so tight, so wonderful. Julia moans steadily, legs braced against my invasion. I don’t push but keep up a steady pressure until I’m all in, cock fully sheathed in Julia's body.
Panting to keep control, I wait a minute until Julia grunts an okay. It takes a lot of self-control, because this is literally the best fucking pussy I’ve ever been in, and the best fucking sex I’ve ever had.
Julia slaps my thigh, and I pump, sliding out, sliding in, feeling Julia's snug walls squeezing me, keeping an even, not too fast pace to give Julia maximum pleasure from my cock.
Over and over, with both of us breathing harder and faster, sweat breaking out over our skin, my balls draw up tight against me even as her walls tighten around me. I reach around her and tweak her nipples. They are hard like tiny rocks, swollen and sensitive under my fingertips. I wonder how clamps will feel to her. I make a mental note that we’re going to the sex toy store.
“Faster,” commands Julia, and I smile at her willingness.. I obey, speeding up, pushing from my knees and flexing my hips to slam into Julia. No more control—it is unbridled lust. Sweaty and noisy, the air filled with the heavy scent of sex and the groans of two rutting humans.
I love this; I love it I love you, my mind chants while my body tries to fuck harder, get deeper, bring us both to the brink and throw us over. Julia's face is buried in the bed, her hands clutching crumpled sheets. Sweat drips off my forehead but I just shake my head hard to flick it off and keep going, my fingers digging into Julia's hips.
“Fuck!” I grunt, grinding my hips into Julia, ass bunched to keep me locked in there. Julia shouts, her voice muffled in the mattress, her ass pushing up against me.
I roar again and my dick pulses in strong squeezes, driving my come into Julia, filling her until it leaks back out onto the sheets in a sticky, drippy mess.
I stay inside, my
hips giving little swivels as she rides the overwhelming wave of sensation. Julia squeals and goes rigid. I groan again at feeling Julia's walls spasm as she comes hard.
Both of us moan, and I barely maneuver myself onto my side before collapsing. Julia pants, rolling to her side and licking her lips, running her hand over her pink-flushed bosom.
“Damn, Derek. You're amazing,” she murmurs in a husky voice. Glancing at the clock next to the bed, she adds, “Damn, are we still meant to be at the office first thing in the morning?”
I smile. “Well, it’s up to you but I would recommend you resign and become my woman.”
“Ugh. You let your boss fuck you once…” She teases.
I honest-to-God giggle. “I’m just saying, it’s probably not a good idea for you to work at the Casino. In fact, I don’t want you working at all. You get that this is serious for me right?”
She nods, turning her blushing face away. “Yeah, I get it. It’s serious for me too.”
She lays on her side of the bed, pillowing her head on my bent arm... You don't even know. You don't have any idea.
I’ve already decided that Julia is it for me.
Julia stirs, rolling onto her back. I reach out, my hand hovering just above Julia's bosom for a moment before I pull it back.
You don't know how much I love you, Julia. But I’ll show you, I promise.
7
Julia
I stuff my face into my pillow when I wake up; both my arms are wrapped tightly around it, the blankets pulled up to my shoulders. Which means that Derek tucked me in. He’s so cute. I love it.
Keeping my eyes closed against the morning sunlight my smile turns into a yawn and stretch, savoring the crackle of my joints and the fire still burning my ass cheeks.
I love it when I wake up before Derek; it gives me ample time to look over and appreciate every single inch of his body. The scruff of stubble on his face, the wide expanse of his muscled chest adorned with a light smattering of fine hair. My eyes continue to move down his body, noting every mark and blemish on his skin, and…
I smirk to myself; his glorious morning wood poking out from under the sheets. I push the covers away to expose more of him, his cock twitching when the cool air hits it, and I chuckle quietly to myself.
