Tell Me Something (The Something Series Book 1)

by Bondurant, Aubrey

  Turning around while rinsing my hair, I saw him walk into the bathroom. He put a silk robe on the door’s hook and watched me.

  “You could join me,” I offered suggestively.

  “I’m finishing up downstairs in the living room. Take your time, brush your hair out and blow dry, and do whatever. I have this robe for you. Make sure you have nothing on under it.”

  “You don’t want me to come downstairs?” I was intrigued.

  He only smiled and shook his head. “Nope, not until I come in and get you. Don’t you like surprises, birthday girl?”

  I yelped when he pinched my backside after I had turned around. “I can’t believe you knew it was my birthday.”

  He gave me a look as if to say is there anything I don’t know. “Mm, yes I do, and I need you to stay in here, okay?”

  Smiling, I was genuinely excited for my surprise.

  I finished up my shower, and saw that Josh had brought my suitcase in for me. He must really not have wanted me to come out to the living room. I took my time, blew out my hair, and carefully put on my makeup, ensuring that I was all done up for my birthday surprise. Donning my new silk robe in a beautiful lavender color, I smiled at the feel of it against my bare skin. In the bedroom, I busied myself with making his bed and then sat in the middle of it, checking my phone while I waited.

  “Hi.” He peeked in and then walked towards me with wrapped boxes in his hands. “You look exquisite.”

  I blushed and look towards the gifts that were wrapped beautifully with big bows.

  “So, birthday girl, these are for you.”

  “Which one can I open first?” There were four wrapped boxes, and I was eager to find out what was inside each of them.

  “Doesn’t matter. Pick one.”

  I could tell he was amused. I grabbed the smallest box, shaking it like a little kid and enjoying Josh’s smile. I ripped through the paper while he laughed.

  “You are definitely not the sort to carefully open the tape and save the paper, are you?”

  I shrugged and then laughed. “Nope, life is too short,” I quipped, opening the lid and smiling. There sat ten pairs of the prettiest lace and silk thong underwear.

  “That’s probably more of a replacement I’m sorry gift for ripping some of your other pairs, but I do rather like the thought of you wearing lacy thongs that I picked out.”

  I did, too, and gave him a sexy little kiss before starting on another box. “Ha, yoga pants.” I started giggling and loved the fact that he was making each gift so personal. I pulled out the pairs, one in black, one in navy, and the last in dark gray. When I glanced at the size, I was impressed. “I thought you said these torture you.”

  “Mm, such sweet torture, though. It seemed like you only had the one pair.”

  “You’re right, I do just have the one. Very thoughtful of you since I love them. Running, long flights, torturing my boyfriend—they are very versatile.”

  He smiled.

  I ripped into another package and squealed as it revealed new running shoes, the best rated shoes on the market and far out of my price range.

  “I love these, all of it.” I went for the last package, which revealed three pairs of designer jeans. “Josh, this is too much. You went overboard, but thank you, truly.” I held up the jeans and watched a funny expression cross his face.

  “It wasn’t too much and probably kind of practical gifts, but I thought you’d use all of them.”

  My lips kissed his softly. “The best gifts are the ones that will be actually used. Considering I’ve been living in the one pair of jeans Catherine got me and my one pair of yoga pants, I feel like I’ve just been given a whole new wardrobe of the things I love. So, thank you.”

  He smiled. I was undone because Josh Singer smiling made me one very happy girl.

  “Come on, I have another surprise.”

  He walked me downstairs and into the sunken living room, which looked like a romantic movie set. In front of the large gas fireplace aglow with flames was a makeshift mattress with satin sheets and beautiful cashmere blankets. There was champagne on ice and white roses on both the coffee and end tables.

  “I’ve never seen your house before, does it always look like this?”

  He laughed. “Uh no, it had a bit of a makeover in honor of our weekend. I’ll give you a tour of the rest of the house later. But for now…” he hedged.

  I turned, tipping my face up for a kiss. He did not disappoint, tasting me leisurely, savoring my lips and mouth, and then making love to me slowly and thoroughly.

  ***

  “Have you thought about your school choices?” Josh was toying with my breasts as I lay in post coital bliss in front of the fireplace, still completely naked and having a hard time concentrating on his question.

  “Hmm, not really. I’ve been otherwise occupied.”

  “Gloriously so, but you still have a big decision to make. Here, this should help.” He lay the cashmere blanket over me, and I giggled.

  “There is still a matter of you being naked, which is far more distracting,” I teased.

  Smiling, he reached over and grabbed his discarded flannel PJ bottoms, and slipped them on.

  “Do you have any guidance for a decision-making strategy?” I inquired.

  He seemed surprised. “You want my advice on this?”

  “Not on my actual school choice. But considering you make big decisions every day, I would welcome a strategy.”

  He looked pleased that I was asking him. “All right, you have six choices, correct?”

  “Yes.”

  “So first thing today is to eliminate two of them right off the bat. The two that don’t make sense based on rankings or the fact that the other four are better schools.”

  I thought about it for a moment. “All right. I’d eliminate NYU and Cornell. They were safety schools.”

  “And now you have four. So you can put together pros and cons and the costs.”

  I smiled and got up from where we had been the last few hours to cross over to my laptop. Booting it up, I put the Excel spreadsheet on the screen I’d already made regarding the various law schools. “So since I eliminated those two, let me hide those columns.”

  He took the laptop from me and scrolled down. “Impressive. So Yale and Harvard are the two top-ranked schools?”

  “Actually, Stanford is tied with Harvard for number two.”

  “And Columbia?”

  “Is number four.”

  “You have here that Columbia is your most expensive.”

  “It is when you factor in housing in New York City.” I didn’t want to entertain the idea of staying in Josh’s apartment.

  “And Stanford is your cheapest?”

  “Of those four, yes—especially with the break on housing my father’s old partner can get me.”

  “Mark told me he thinks he’d have a line on housing in New Haven for Yale.”

  “That would be great.”

  “Okay, now you are down to four. The next step will be going down to two.”

  “That seems less overwhelming. Thank you.”

  “And now you have many choices for dinner. You pick for your birthday.”

  I could hardly believe the day was almost over. After our first round of love making, Josh had given me a tour of his house. Then we’d spent the rest of the day naked in front of the fireplace with more love making and no agenda. It was the best birthday I could have imagined.

  “Mm, I choose sushi,” I decided.

  “Good. I’ll order and run out to pick it up, along with your birthday cake.”

  ***

  On Sunday night Josh grilled shrimp and steaks and kept the red wine flowing. I was feeling buzzed and enjoyed our playful banter in the kitchen. After dinner we relaxed in the living room and watched a movie, still on our makeshift bed of cashmere and pillows. I was having a hard time concentrating on the plot line because of his little touches throughout.

  When the movie credit
s started rolling, we both stood up clearing our wine glasses and plates. He hugged me tightly and murmured seductively, “I want all of you, Haylee.”

  A whoosh of heat traveled right through me. We had flirted with it and played around, but now I knew what he was saying. I wasn’t sure if I was shaking in anticipation or nerves.

  “Do you know what that means?” he asked huskily.

  “Yes,” I whispered, feeling his fingers take mine and pull me into him.

  His hands cupped my face, and a shiver went through me. “Talk to me. Does it turn you on?”

  I nodded, and felt his sigh of relief.

  “Take off your clothes and lie in the middle of the pillows. I’ll be right back.”

  My hands shook as I slipped out of my clothes and lay on the pillows, feeling a rush with this dominant side of him, but also nerves.

  He returned without any clothes and with a couple of things in his hands. “I’m going to make this good for you, baby, I promise. And if you don’t want to do it again, we don’t have to, all right?”

  My breath caught when he kneeled down in front of me. All I could do was nod.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, pressing kisses over my breasts, slowly tantalizing and teasing each one, bringing my sensitive nipples up into a peak and then sucking them seductively as I moaned in delight.

  My back arched. My body was responded to his hot mouth on my fevered skin. He made his way further down to my warm, drenched entrance. I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but him taking his time like this wasn’t it. Soon I found my nerves disappearing as the familiar sensations started to build. But his lips didn’t stay long and instead were trailing down to the inside of my thighs and then to the curve of my knee and down further as he kissed the arch of my foot.

  “There is no part of you that isn’t perfection.”

  I shivered with his words.

  He kissed a path back up my legs and his mouth feasted on my wet cleft. My hands grasped his hair pushing his face further into my center as I felt his groan of pleasure.

  “God, I love it when you do that, it makes me feel like you can’t get enough.”

  “I can’t,” I breathed.

  His tongue swept my clit, his mouth sucking erotically. I gripped the pillows, feeling it build, only to have him pull away. He hovered over me, looking into my face.

  I reared up, taking his mouth and enjoying his sounds of pleasure at the fact that I had no reservations about tasting myself on his lips. My hips moved of their own volition, trying to relieve the pressure and practically begging for his hand to find me again.

  “You’re so wet for me.”

  I moaned when his fingers finally found me and nearly cried out when they left again.

  He nipped my bottom lip.

  “Josh…” He had never teased me this way, always going for multiple orgasms instead of delaying the one.

  “Easy, we’ll get there. I want you ready.”

  “I am ready.” I practically whined and wanted to pout when he just grinned. He was enjoying this torture way too much.

  “Help me with the condom,” he requested, and I was momentarily confused.

  “This is so that I can have you the other way after.”

  “Oh,” was the only thing I could respond with. I wasn’t sure of the rules of anal etiquette, but that seemed sensible.

  “You’re going to put the rabbit inside of you, but don’t turn it on yet.”

  He reached over and handed the vibrator to me, and it was all I could do not to start pushing it in and out as my body craved release.

  “Patience. Now get up on your knees, put your elbows on the couch, and spread your legs.”

  I wasn’t sure I could take much more as my body felt heavy and fevered. At the breaking point.

  “I’m going to turn it on but you’re not going to come yet, Haylee. Do you understand?”

  “I, okay—”

  His one hand kneaded my breasts and I could feel him behind me. His fingers on his other hand found me pathetically drenched for him and then the hum of the rabbit was started with a flick of his remote control.

  “Josh, please…” I wasn’t going to be able to hold out any longer. His skilled fingers dipped down and spread my wetness up towards my back entrance and then his finger slid in.

  “Come, Haylee, I want you to come and to move against my finger.” I did, whether he would have instructed me to or not my hips were moving with a tempo I could no longer control. The rabbit deep inside of me and his finger were merely along for the ride. “God, that was so hot,” he whispered in my ear.

  I was coming down when I realized the intensity of the rabbit was now going back up. “Oh, God,” I moaned. I was on stimulation overload when I felt his finger being replaced by something larger and I knew it was the broad head of his penis. I heard the sounds of him coating his erection in lube and then felt his fingers working me, making the entrance wet and ready.

  “Easy, just feel it. We’ll go slow.” I could hear his erratic breathing as he paced himself, pushing only a small measure forward and then holding still to allow me to accommodate his thickness.

  But the problem was I was past the point of going slow. My body needed him. It craved him in that forbidden place so much that I couldn’t wait any longer. I thrust back and heard his breath hitch. I’d caught him off guard and felt his hard cock push in past the muscle. It was such a mixture of pleasure and pain as he stretched me with his hard length.

  “Fuck, slow down. Please relax. I don’t want to hurt you—”

  His thought was cut off. My body was moving without my brain in charge, and it wasn’t going to be denied. I pushed back again and felt him slide in further. His breaths were strained and I felt him trying to pull out a little to relieve the discomfort, but my orgasm was close and I wouldn’t be deprived. I wasn’t sure if I’d survive, but I was almost there and, at this point, I wasn’t sure I cared one way or another. On one final thrust back, he was completely filling me. Whatever control he had thought he was going to exercise was gone as both his hands grabbed my hips, and he started to drive in earnest.

  “Christ, Haylee—”

  The orgasm tore through me with such ferociousness that I felt like I might pass out from the magnitude of it. I was pretty sure I screamed his name and felt his primal groan on a final thrust into me.

  I was trembling, and I could feel him shaking, too. If it hadn’t been for the couch in front of me I would have been flat on my face. He withdrew slowly, and I managed to take out the rabbit. I couldn’t take one more pulse from that little guy. All of my nerve endings were raw.

  Meanwhile, he disposed of the condom.

  I fell back into the pillows on my side as I wasn’t sure I would be able to lie on my back for a while.

  “Are you all right?”

  I couldn’t form words, but I felt him beside me.

  He grasped my face, searching my eyes.

  I nodded and curled into him.

  “Jesus, I thought the teasing would work you into it slowly. I didn’t know it would—”

  “Unleash a wild animal?” I supplied and felt his chuckle.

  “Kind of. I didn’t hurt you, did I? Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Mm hmm, but I think I’ll probably be a little sore.”

  “Yeah, I’d say so. I didn’t mean—I mean was it good for you?”

  “I can barely talk, so yeah, the orgasm rendered me speechless.”

  “So you liked me in your…”

  “Please—” I held up my hand, my entire face heating. “I can’t talk about it like that, not yet.”

  He only grinned. “That’s even more of a turn-on. A nice girl who likes the dirty things we’ve done but doesn’t want to talk about them.”

  I groaned, putting my face into the curve of his shoulder and neck.

  “Haylee, that’s every man’s fantasy, don’t you know? I like that you blush, but I also want you to feel comfortable. Mostly I w
ant to make sure you enjoyed it, and I didn’t hurt you.”

  “I’m fine, I promise. I guess it just sort of shocked me how much I wanted to, uh, do that.”

  He smiled and kissed me fully, suckling my lower lip and tugging playfully. “I’m going to go run a bath. Meet me in there in a couple minutes, okay?”

  I nodded and then joined him a short time later. Wincing at the slight twinge in my backside, I sat down and saw his sympathetic expression.

  “Bad?” he questioned.

  I bit my lip and blushed. “Not too bad.”

  His eyes shifted from concern to lust. “You do realize I’m going to have a difficult time this week watching you sit down in chairs without getting hard.”

  I giggled and loved straddling his lap, his lips kissing me intensely. He hardened almost instantly and I found his arousal with my fingers.

  “Mm, are you sure you want to go again? We don’t have to.”

  “I want to,” I murmured, guiding his length into me and loving the feel as he slowly slid in and out, slopping water out of the tub and neither of us caring.

  He stood up suddenly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He didn’t break contact and took me out to the bed where he lay me down and, still attached, followed me, bracing his weight on his arms. “Sweet, beautiful, and all mine. You are my fantasy come true, you know that.”

  He was attentive and sweet and made love to me slowly and thoroughly. I realized I needed it more than I had thought in order to balance the mind-blowing kinky stuff from earlier.

  ***

  It felt strange after our weekend together to dress up in business attire and make our way into the office on Monday. Josh held my hand during the ride and, regrettably, we put the space between us emotionally when we went into the Charlotte office to start our day.

  He had meetings for the majority of the morning, and I was glad finally to catch him in his office as was he was finishing up a call. The blinds were shut, and I wasn’t sure if that was because of the sun pouring in or for privacy, but the fact that we had seclusion kind of did things to a girl when looking at her man in his suit and tie, sounding all powerful on a conference call. I took a seat in front of his desk to wait and winced, having forgotten about my tenderness there.