Settling back down, skin to glorious skin, I rub my pussy along his torso, coating him with my wetness that’s seeping out like nectar, sweet and sticky. My aroma fills the air and he places his hands on my hips and pulls me up so that I'm now straddling his face.
“I need to taste you. It's all I've been able to think about since last night,” he breathes and I feel it like a soft caress against the heated skin of my core before he takes my swollen pearl in his mouth and sucks hard, making me buck wildly from the sensation.
“Yes,” I hiss and press myself harder against his mouth.
He skillfully runs his tongue the length of my slit while spreading my lips with both hands. His thumb is rhythmically strumming my clit and he switches up, plunging his stiff tongue into my depth and licking my inner lips, making me writhe in ecstasy as I coat his face with the honey from my orgasm.
My body is still shaking slightly from pleasure as he settles me over his still covered erection. He's breathing heavily when he asks, “Can you reach the drawer to get a condom?” and gestures towards his nightstand.
Lifting myself off of him to stretch my arm out, I retrieve the requested protection. I can feel him take advantage of my movement and remove his boxers.
“May I?” I ask with a gleam in my eyes that matches his while I sit just below his shaft. His heavy balls barely grazing my aching pussy. Suddenly I have a wicked thought to return the favor and scoot further down the bed.
“Whoa,” he shouts as I encase his tip with my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the saltiness that's leaked there. “Fuck baby that feels good.”
With his words urging me on, I take his entire length to the back of my throat and back again, licking his shaft on my way back down. My face reaches the trimmed nest of hair beyond his base and I flick my tongue out to taste his heavy sack and earn another expletive from him, encouraging me to go faster, suck harder until my lips are yanked away from his glorious cock and he's lifting me.
“I can't take it baby. I need to be inside of you when I cum,” he says. Taking the foil packet from my hand he tears it open and sheaths his glistening cock. Wet with my saliva it slides down his length effortlessly.
He lifts me once more and slams me down hard and fast, filling me in one swift move. “Holy shit,” I scream at the intrusion. “Fuck me Julian. God. You feel so....” My words are cut off when his hand reaches between us and he pinches my clit with his fingers, driving me wild, making me buck and shake on his shaft.
His hips are slamming up against me and I don't know how much longer I can go before I explode. I bend down to take his mouth but he stops me, pulling me down to take one of my stiff nipples in his mouth.
With one hand wrapped around my middle, holding me down, he releases the other that's working frantically on my swollen bud to pay homage to the breast that until now was being ignored.
If I thought I was ready to explode before I was dead wrong. My muscles start to constrict around him and he releases me from his mouth with a pop. “Not yet baby. Get on your knees,” he growls and flips me, ass up to his perusal and I know I'm lost to this man. I’m suddenly willing to give him control in everything.
His hands massage my ass, spreading my cheeks to his gaze and I know what he sees, my pink lips swollen, wet and needy for him. I feel his breath on me, slowly blowing on my heated flesh and his tongue follows, pushing me over the edge into another orgasm so strong it rips me in two.
My pussy still pulsing, I feel him plunge into me hard, pumping a few times before holding me still against him and I feel his release hot and heavy inside of my tight channel as a third orgasm shoots through me, chasing, even stronger than the first two. I collapse on the bed, his weight falling on top of me. He tilts my head and takes my lips in a soothing kiss and all of his feelings seep into me and I know he's it for me. He's ruined me for all other men.
My phone ringing wakes me up. Julian has his arm draped across my stomach and I look over at his handsome face.
I am one fucking lucky girl.
Trying my hardest not to wake him, I reach out for my phone on the table next to the bed and he tightens his grip on me, pulling me closer.
Giving up on my attempt to get my phone, I face him and I'm mesmerized again by his strong features. I softly graze his face with my fingers and lean in to kiss his still sleeping lips. I could stay in bed with him forever and never get tired of this. The contentment I feel in his arms, much like my very own personal shelter from everything that could ever hurt me.
Slowly I wriggle out from his arms and sit on the edge of the bed. I grab my phone and unlock the screen, seeing I have six missed calls, two from my parents’ house and four from Ashley. Snatching the discarded shirt lying on the floor I throw it over my head before leaving the room so I don't wake Julian up when I call her back. My parents can wait a few minutes. I'm sure my brothers have filled them in.
She answers on the first ring. “Oh my God Tanya, are you okay? Tell me everything. How the fuck did he get to you? Did he hurt you? Did he really kill someone? It's all over the news.” I let her finish without interruption. I know how she gets when she's all excited. No amount of words can make her stop.
“First off I'm fine although a little shaken from what I witnessed. Yes he did kill the driver. He says he killed his wife and her family but he was so crazed I don't know what to believe. I'll thank God every day that they found me Ashley,” I breathe out a sigh of relief as I remember them storming into the hotel room.
“Again; how did he know how to get you? I don't get it. You hardly ever take a cab.”
“I don't know. The police are looking into it. They think he might have had me bugged. He's lost it Ashley. I definitely didn't recognize the man I thought I loved.”
“Can I see you today? I just want to hug my best friend.” She bursts into tears on the other end and I know she won't be pacified until she sees me. I'm not sure if Julian's going to let me out of his sights today and I tell her as much.
“That's fine. He can come too. Or maybe I can go there?”
“I'll ask him. Let me text you after he wakes up. I need to call my parents and let them know I'm okay. See you later Ashley. I love you like you were my sister. You know that right?”
She sniffles a few times before answering. “I know Tanya. I love you too. See ya.” And she ends the call. My eyes are a little moist from our conversation. Shit, if the roles were reversed I'd be the same way.
Strong arms wrap around me from behind and I feel it again, the safety in his embrace. The feeling that's too young to identify. Stronger than what I had with Eric but surely not love yet, right? “Good morning beautiful,” he whispers in my ear and turns me to face him.
“Good morning.” I blush as I remember the night before and bury my face in his neck to breathe in his now familiar scent.
“How are you feeling?” he asks and I look up to see a concerned expression on his face. One that I don't think I ever saw from Eric. What was wrong with me then? Settling for someone. Is that what I did? Settled?
“I've been better. I'll get through this I promise. I just need some time.” I wipe away at the tears that I hadn't realized were slipping down my cheeks.
“Of course you will. What you witnessed was traumatic. I'm surprised you were so insistent last night. I was so sure any physical contact would push you over the edge that I'm sure you're on. I didn't want to be the one to send you there. I promise I'll be patient with you. I'm not going anywhere.” His declaration makes me feel a whole lot better and I let out a shaky sigh.
I move away from him to walk into the living room and take in my surroundings. I can't help but think I could get used to the rustic feel of his house, masculine but elegant at the same time.
“I need to call my parents,” I tell him.
“We can do one better. Let me get you a pair of shorts and I can drive you over. I'm sure you'd rather see them and grab a fresh set of clothes. I couldn't help overhear som
e of your conversation with Ashley. Why don't you let her know we're heading over there and she can meet us.”
“I would love that. Thank you. And I think I will.” The smile that crosses my features is genuine and I can't help feeling that Julian knows exactly what I need, when I need it.
*****
My mother runs from the house in tears and drags me from the car, engulfing me in her arms. She takes my face in her hands carefully looking me over. “Thank God you're okay. I was so worried something bad had happened to you. Well I know something terrible did happen but oh, it could have been so much worse.” She takes a deep breath, settling herself before turning to Julian, who’s made his way to where we're standing.
“Mom, meet Julian Martin. Julian, this is my mother Lisa.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Mitchell. Tanya has told me so much about you,” he says making my mother blush. Can’t say that I blame her. He is quite the looker.
“The pleasure is all mine Julian, and please call me Lisa. I cannot thank you enough young man. I will be forever grateful to you. Please come in the house.” She turns back to me before continuing. “I know your father's dying to see you.”
We follow her in the house where my father's waiting with open arms and I run into his embrace, burying my face in his chest and letting the dam burst. “Daddy, I want you meet Julian.”
Julian holds out his hand to my father and he takes it briefly in his giving it a quick shake. “Thank you for helping my little girl. I don’t think I could ever repay you.”
“I’d do it again in a heartbeat. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Mitchell.” My father doesn’t offer his first name like my mother, but I honestly think he’s too stressed out.
I'm being pulled along to where, I'm not sure, until my frame hits the soft cushions of the sofa. I unlock myself from my father's hold and settle for the long conversation to come. I would honestly rather be back at Julian's forgetting all about this mess the same way I did last night. I know it won't make this go away but it sure seems easier.
Before any more conversation can be spoken there's a knock on the door and my dad gets up to answer it. Shortly after he leaves the room he returns with two of the officers from last night on his heels. They explain that they're here to look for bugs of any kind that Eric may have used and a shiver runs down my spine at the thought of him in my house.
“Thank you officers, we'll just be in here if you need anything,” my father tells them and returns to my side on the couch. My mother sits to my other side and Julian slides into the chair across from us. “So tell me sunshine. Are you alright? I mean you look fine physically, but you know up here?” He points to his temple indicating that he means mentally and I can't help but smile.
“I think so daddy. It will take some time to get around it but I don't think I'll have any lasting side effects. Eric's very sick right now, that much I'm sure of.”
We sit in silence for a few moments before there's another knock at the door. “Got it,” Frank yells from the hall.
Ashley walks into the living room followed by my freshly showered brother. She looks around the room briefly and lets out a breath she seemed to have been holding before her eyes lock with mine and she runs towards me apologizing about being a lousy friend. What she's going on about I have no idea so I grab her shoulders and give her a little shake.
“What are you talking about Ashley? You're my best friend.”
“I should have come and got you from work. I should have never let you take a cab.” She's crying and I look to my mother for some help here. If I open my mouth I'll just end up joining her in the waterworks.
“Ashley honey, no one blames you. You couldn't have known. Nobody did. It's behind us now,” my mom says, reassuringly.
“Not exactly mom. I have to stand witness at his trial. But you're right. It's not anyone's fault but Eric's. Please don't blame yourself Ashley.”
We all turn our heads in the direction of the front door which has just slammed shut and George freezes on the threshold of the room. His eyes are focused in my direction but it's like he doesn't even see me. Again he's transfixed on my best friend and I swear as soon as all this shit is over I will get to the bottom of this. If I didn't know any better I would think they were a disgruntled couple the way they look at each other.
He catches my curious gaze and looks away, walking over to where Julian's sitting and shakes his hand. They're talking in hushed voices and before anyone has a chance to ask me anymore questions the officers step into the room holding two tiny nondescript pieces of metal.
“We finished our sweep and found these. One was on the outside of your bedroom window, the other outside the kitchen. We're heading to your office now. I have a hunch we'll find more.” The taller of the two says. For the life of me I can't remember his name.
“We'll be in touch Miss Mitchell.” He walks towards me with a small business card in his hand. “Until then if you have any questions or need anything at all don't hesitate to call.” Reading the card, I see that his name his Detective Johnson.
“Thanks, I will,” I tell them and they find their way out, my mother on their heels. I can hear her talking to them in the hall but can't make out what they're saying.
I excuse myself to my room in search of a change of clothes. I need to get away from the topic that I so desperately want to avoid, for as long as I possibly can anyway. I quickly change into a flowing sundress and wedge sandals before making my way into the bathroom to pull my hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of my neck. After applying a light layer of blush, some eyeliner and my favorite peach lip gloss, I head back downstairs.
As I walk into the living room my parents are no longer in the room and George explains that they had to run to store to grab something to make for lunch. “They said something about not having enough to feed everybody and that they'd be right back,” he tells me. Of course, ever the generous hosts.
The CAlm
Julian
I don't miss the tension when George walks into the room. Or should I say stops dead before entering. I follow his line of sight to Ashley. Does he have the hots for Tanya's best friend? That's gotta be awkward.
He recovers quickly, coming to stand next to me. “What's up? How's she doing?”
“Surprisingly well, too well. I'm actually waiting for her to crack. How are you doing?” I direct my gaze to where Ashley's kneeling at Tanya's feet and he shakes his head and a small chuckle leaves his mouth.
“Long story man and one I'd rather not get into now. But I do need advice and I sure as hell can't talk to Frank about it. When I'm ready you'll be the first to know.” And just like that the subject's closed. “So I just got a text from Brent. Sarah wants to have a cookout on Saturday and he figured it would be easier for me to spread the word instead of multiple texts. You in?”
“I don't know. I'll have to check with your sister but it sounds good,” I say in answer.
“Cool. He said to bring our own booze but they have the food handled.”
“I'll probably just grab a six pack. Coach called a meeting for next Sunday and I can't chance a hangover. Believe me, I'm a lightweight. It doesn't take much.”
He looks me over, no doubt taking in my size and I notice Tanya get up and leave the room. “I have a hard time believing that man, you're a tank.”
I can't help but laugh at his assessment. “Dude, trust me. I don't drink much, if any at all. In the past month I haven't even downed a six pack. I like to keep my body in shape.”
“I can tell.” He lets out a snort of laughter and I can tell I'm not going to have a problem getting along with this brother.
I look over at Frank watching us as he talks to his parents. Frank's taken over Tanya's spot on the couch and remains seated as they stand. “We're going to run to the store. I want to fix everyone some lunch. We'll be right back,” Mrs. Mitchell tells the room at large and leaves me alone with her two sons and Ashley who suddenly looks uncomfortable.
Tanya comes back shortly after looking around the room and asks after her parents. George explains that they went to the store and realization dawns on her face that we're minus one. A certain someone that said she was going to look for her. I wonder where Ashley ran off to and I remember the unease in George when he first got here and can't help feel that the two are connected.
Tanya's face scrunches up like she's having the same thoughts as she studies her brother's face for a reaction. She blows out a frustrated huff of air and turns on her heel, mumbling something about finding her infuriating friend.
What is it with girls and their mumbling?
Turning back to George I ask again if there's anything he wants to talk about and again I'm shut down. He did say he'll tell me eventually. I'll just have to call on some patience for now, that is if Tanya doesn't figure it out first.
“What are you two fuckers talking about all secretive over here?” Frank asks as he comes and stands next to us.
“I was just telling him that Brent and Sarah are having a cookout and I've been nominated to invite everyone so consider yourself invited,” George tells his brother, leaving out anything else that includes Ashley.
“It's on Saturday. Sorry I figured I would add that, seeing how your brother's attention seems to be somewhere else.” George glares at me before quickly schooling his features. Whatever's bothering him, he really doesn't want his brother to know. Hmmm? Could there really be something going on with him and Ashley? Tanya would be beyond pissed. Well I hope for his sake it's something else.
“I would have gotten to it. I see him almost every day. Damn. Calm your fucking tits.” Defensive much?
“Why don't you tell me how you really feel,” I say, lightly punching his arm to lighten the tension that's mounted over the past few minutes. I chuckle and listen on as the brothers talk about me and my teammates like I'm not standing right next to them.
“Bathroom?” I ask and excuse myself after Frank explains that it's the last door on the left down the long hallway off of the kitchen.
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