Interlude [Book 2]

by Auden Dar

He’s correct. I was having writer’s block and was unable to compose to cues. A problem I had never encountered before. However, curiosity hangs over me, and I need more. “Okay. Do you know Roger, too?”

  “No, I don’t know him, but I knew he was an up-and-coming music supervisor back then. It was just an extra bonus that he was your friend.”

  Do I believe him? How would he have known Roger was my friend? He has no reason to lie to me.

  “But that doesn’t explain Patti and the fact that you knew one of my best friends. I’ve talked about her so many times. I’ve mentioned Roger as well. You led me to believe you didn’t know them.”

  Julian pauses, seeming to be searching for the right words. “I don’t know Roger. I’ve never met him. I’ve had a handful of brief meetings with Patti, but I don’t know anything about her except she’s one of the best publicists out there.” He stares straight at me. “And she’s your best friend.”

  He knew Roger Bartley was my friend while Julian and I had no contact during that time. And now he’s admitted that he knew Patti Weiss was also a close friend. Although I’ve remained in touch with Marcel all these years, I’ve never mentioned my best friends.

  What the hell?

  “Julian,” I say his name, wondering if I know him at all. “Why Patti? I know she’s highly regarded, but of all the publicists out there, how did you end up with my best friend?”

  “Because she is your best friend.” He’s silent for a moment. “Lina, everything has been about you.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Look at me.”

  I take in his striking eyes that have turned green. “Darling, don’t you know by now that everything I have done and do, to this day, is to be closer to you?”

  Closer to me.

  “I was here, waiting for you. Why did it take you fucking years to come back?” There’s no hiding the hurt in my voice.

  “It wasn’t that easy.” Searching my face, he struggles to answer my question.

  “So you just stalked me all these years?” I feel the blood pulsing through my veins.

  “I never thought of it that way, but yes. Or you can see it as admiring you from afar,” he says as his eyes continue to focus on mine. “Please … please don’t leave.”

  That’s exactly what I should do.

  I should bolt right out of here. I should scream. I should be terrified that the man before me has stalked me for the past few years. But I don’t. I won’t.

  Because I’m crazy, and I love him. I know deep down inside he has his reasons … and his secrets.

  Although I admit the reasons might be questionable. And his secrets are driving me crazy.

  He hides so many things behind his startling eyes. Our new and temporary life together is filled with so many secrets. Knowing that if I continue to pry, it may make my lover more secretive. Recalling his father’s words of giving Julian time, I just whisper, “I’ll stay−”

  There’s no denying the relief I see in his eyes. Before I can finish my thought, he brushes his lips against mine. “I’ll tell you everything soon, I promise.” Moving back a few inches from my face, he flashes his dazzling smile. “Lina, I’m famished, and I don’t mean for food.”

  Nineteen

  The white lace boy shorts I am wearing become completely drenched as soon he hints of his hunger for me.

  I am so screwed.

  Not even an hour ago, I was insanely furious. My blood boiled, and I’m surprised I hadn’t packed my bags. I am his life dance in my head like a sweet melody. Now I’m desperate with the need for him to consume me. His admission of admiring me from afar turned me on. I just want to be with him.

  My stalker.

  What in the world is wrong with me?

  After years of being neglected by Andrew, it’s nice to have someone admire me even if it’s a bit extreme.

  Grabbing my hand, he leads me to the brown leather sofa that sits in the middle of his home office. Without any words, I know I will be his meal in a matter of minutes. Our mouths collide, our tongues stroking one another until the backs of my knees hit the sofa. I instantly sit as Julian kneels in front of me. He slowly takes my nude wedge sandals off, one by one, then kisses the insides of my ankles. His soft lips slowly make their way up my left leg, reaching the inside of my thigh. I love the feel of his day old-stubble as it rests on my thigh.

  He gazes up, admitting, “I’ve missed you.”

  “I’m still mad at you,” I say while slipping my fingers through his thick dark locks.

  With his bewitching eyes on mine, he sighs. “I’m going to try everything in my power to have you forgive me. Darling,”−he places a soft kiss on my thigh−“I really missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you, too, Julian. Really.”

  Making his way up my trembling body, Julian cups my chin, turning my head to face him. His eyes capture mine, and I am completely breathless. It is only when I feel one of his fingers enter me that our eye contact breaks. I am unable to look at him, the intense pleasure hooding my eyes. “Lina,” he utters. Groaning at the sight of my white lace silk boy shorts, his finger deep in my core, he instructs, “I want you to watch. I love it when you watch me lick your delicious pussy.” My drenched panties are still on, and his nose makes its way up, touching the wet fabric that separates us. It could be minutes. It could be hours. Every touch, every kiss, planted on my aching body sets me on fire. I want more. I need more. Inhaling my scent, his nose nudges my throbbing clit. “So sorry.” And then he rips the thin, delicate panties off me.

  I’ll have to go to my favorite Mercer Street shop tomorrow and purchase more lingerie.

  Sunlight travels through the floor-to-ceiling windows, blinding my eyes. The terrace door is wide open, and a cool breeze hits us. Although he is staring down, I notice his eyes enlarge. With my most private part completely exposed, he’s completely mesmerized as his eyes fixed on my sex. “Sweet Jesus, you’re completely bare. When did you do this?” There’s no mistaking the appreciation in his voice.

  “Yesterday morning right after you left for San Fran.”

  Remind me to sugar wax my girl all the time for Julian. Maybe next time get vajazzled.

  “Thank God. I don’t think I could have waited to taste you.” He continues to admire my completely bare sex. With his forefinger, he lightly massages my wet lips. “So pretty … so soft … so velvety … so perfect.” He plants a few light kisses before his tongue makes its way to my entrance. Forcefully grabbing my ass, he attends to every inch of my core with the exception of my aching nub. Lapping up the juices, he places both of my legs on his shoulders, managing to keep his face completely immersed in my pussy. I hold on to the edge of the sofa, my ass slightly in the air as my back arches. Although the position makes it difficult, I continue to watch him devour me like a starving man.

  God.

  His dark hair between my thighs …

  Thank you, thank you, thank you.

  I surrender because I’ll never forget every moan that escapes his lips, every touch that brings me back to life, and every kiss he generously delivers.

  With all his clothing on and my black and white DVF wrap dress draped around my aroused body, it still feels so naked between us. His moaning drives me crazy as he enjoys every inch of my core. He loves to eat my pussy. A finger enters my drenched sex as he kisses both of my inner thighs. My throbbing bud is so engorged I need to move my hips. The urgency to have his lips on that particular spot is so intense it hurts.

  Please.

  “Greedy … greedy, sweet pussy.” He expresses in a voice so low it’s barely a whisper. Removing his finger, he moves his tantalizing mouth forward, slowly licking me, from base to top while continuously, purposely avoiding my clit. Oh dear God.

  “Julian, please,” I implore.

  He continues to lick while placing both of his thumbs in my wet entrance. His touch is forceful. As he slowly moves his head away, I watch as his deep crystalline eyes become complete
ly entranced by the way my most intimate part responds to his thumbs. In and out. In and out. But I need more. Gazing up at me, he waits for me to say something, but I’m unable to form any words. He licks his thumbs, his eyes never leaving mine. Two thick long digits enter me, and all I want to do is scream. I bite my bottom lip so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s bleeding. I can’t hear anything except my beating heart and the sound of his fingers fucking me. I continue to pant, desperately trying to control my desire. Inaudible words are now formed. I whimper. It’s not in a sweet, quiet way. I am loud. Insanely loud. And that’s when he flashes that ridiculously heart-stopping smile of his.

  I am so crazed with need, juices pool around me. Without missing a beat, Julian’s wicked tongue licks the essences from the inside of my thighs before licking his own lips.

  Please. Please don’t stop.

  He takes his fingers out and slowly sucks them. In a matter of minutes, although it seems like hours, he’s stretching me again with three fingers. Pumping them in and out. Curling his long fingers to hit that sweet, sweet spot that I never knew existed until he came along. “You’re so incredibly tight.” He instructs, “Fuck my fingers.” Raising my ass slightly, I move my hips forward as I fuck his fingers wildly. I watch his face in wonder. He hasn’t wiped my arousal so the image of my juices on his lips and on his chin, drive me insane. I could fall off, and it wouldn’t matter. The world could be ending, and I wouldn’t have a clue. Right here, right now, with Julian Caine, this is all that matters. Close … so desperately close. His look … I can’t explain how his mischievous grin affects me. He is my lion on the prowl. He moves his handsome face back to my very drenched and greedy sex. He’s eaten me so many times, but right now, I have become a feast.

  Looking down, I can only see his head, buried deep between my legs again. Devouring me, tasting me. Without warning, his soft lips are on my engorged clit, sucking it with such force that I can’t look anymore. Shaking my head side to side, I cry out in indescribable pleasure. “Oh, God … Oh, God …”

  He stops and flashes his panty-dropping grin. Glancing up, he says with a hoarse voice, “Look at me, Lina. It’s not God licking you clean,” and continues to plunge his tongue so deep inside me, my body begins to lose itself.

  Euphoria.

  I don’t know where he begins and where I end. My hands abandon the edge of the couch and as I try to balance my very grateful body, I grab his dark thick hair, fisting it, pulling it like a crazed woman as he continues his assault.

  Although my head tilts and touches the back of the sofa, it doesn’t faze me. My trembling legs begin to shake on his shoulders, and Julian forcefully holds them down so I can no longer move. “You’re going to stay still, or I won’t let you come.”

  No!

  I am at his mercy.

  He caresses my wet folds again, base to top, sliding over and over again. My head becomes clouded, and suddenly I feel the pressure of his full lips sucking my clit as his forceful fingers continue to hit the back walls of my core. As my body caves in, I am unable to contain myself and cry out, “Julian … Julian …” and I explode into a million pieces.

  I’ve lost all my senses.

  I am unable to do anything.

  I am helpless.

  I want him to stop.

  Even though I just came, Julian is relentless with my sex, and it takes a great deal of strength to push him away. My girl can’t take it anymore.

  Or can she?

  “Julian … please … I can’t …”

  Adhering to my plea, his mouth slowly moves away from my very exhausted core.

  Thank God.

  My upper body melts with both legs remaining on Julian’s shoulders. With all the strength I have left, I can barely open my eyes. My lover’s face is completely coated with my juices, and it’s the sexiest sight I have ever seen. He still doesn’t wipe his face, but instead, he lowers his head to place very light soft kisses to my very, very sensitive and satiated sex.

  After worshipping me, he lowers both my legs, placing them carefully on the couch. Now that I am perched on my elbows, I have a better view of the man before me. There is no mistaking the thick erection straining against his jeans. His vintage Police t-shirt comes off in an instant, revealing his lean and muscular chest. He unbuckles his black leather belt, speedily unzipping his jeans as he stands before me.

  Completely naked.

  Completely hard.

  Completely mine.

  His impressive length never ceases to whet my appetite. I run my tongue across my lips, eager to take him in my mouth. I move to taste him but he stops me. “I need to be inside you.”

  He helps me off the couch, and as I stand in front of him, there is nothing in the world that I wouldn’t do to have him inside me. Quickly untying my wrap dress, he reveals my bare breasts. “No bra?” he asks as the corner of his lips turn up. I shake my head and wink.

  The distance between us lessens as I feel his breath caress my face. His hot tongue traces the side of my neck, and I jerk a little. Pulling my hair with force, he asks, “Do you want to be fucked?”

  I nod.

  “Say it,” he growls in a voice dangerously low. “I want my dirty girl … tell me to fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging me to stop.”

  I look up and stare into those intense gray-blue eyes that have turned ink blue. “I…” Conceding, I confess, “I … want you to fuck me.”

  “And?” he interrupts.

  “Fuck me deep and hard.”

  “I love your filthy mouth. Get on all fours, Lina. I’m going to watch you come all over my cock.”

  His dirty words can easily get me off.

  I take a deep breath, bracing myself for Julian.

  “Get on your hands and knees on the couch. Now. Keep your hands on the armrest. I want your juicy ass in the air as I fuck you hard. This is going to be … deeper than anything we’ve done before. This will be a different kind of sweet for you …”

  Oh. My. God.

  The thought makes me so incredibly wet that a pool of liquid runs down my thighs.

  “Christ, you’re dripping,” he says.

  With embarrassment, I stare down. Tilting my head, he raises my chin with his forefinger. “You, soaking wet with desire, is the fucking sexiest thing. I’m so crazy hard it hurts.” With his help, I am now on all fours. Stroking his massive erection, he settles behind me. But rather than enter me, he lowers his head again, plunging his wicked tongue inside me. “Just needed another taste … you’re so fucking sweet.”

  Steadying himself behind me, he opens my lips with his fingers, spreading my essence. Only the tip of his cock touches my folds. Continuously teasing me with his thick crown, I hold my breath, waiting for his assault. Gripping my hips, he glides his length up and down my wet slit, tormenting me. Does he want me to beg? The longing is so intense, I want nothing more than to have him fill me. The need to have him hit that sweet spot is unbearable. I’m prepared to do anything, and I mean ANYTHING to feel every inch of him inside me.

  To feel him deep in me.

  To fuck me so hard it hurts.

  To fuck me senseless.

  To have him come inside me.

  “Please … please…” Practically in tears, I plead with agonizing need.

  “What, darling?” He has yet to fully enter me.

  Give me a baby.

  “I need you … all of you … please,” I implore while holding the armrest.

  “I need more clues, darling.” Damn it, I can hear the smirk on his face.

  “Fuck me!” If he doesn’t sink himself into me right now, I’ll have to run back to the loft for the handy dandy Jack Rabbit and please myself.

  “With my fingers?” he asks knowing full well that I am desperate.

  “No! Please, please fuck me. Fuck. Me. Hard.” My bold demand surprises me.

  “You naughty girl,” he says, stilling for a second.

  As he eases partially in, yet not completely
in, a small sound escapes my mouth. He stills again. “I need you to hold the armrest. Don’t let go. Darling, forgive me, but I lied. This is not going to be sweet at all.”

  One. Single. Thrust.

  Oh, dear God.

  Halting his movement, he asks, “Are you okay?”

  I nod and swallow hard.

  “Ahhhh” escapes my lips as he rams into me. Gripping my hips harder, he slowly moves in and out, setting a slow rhythm that has me gasping for breath. I arch my back as he fists my hair, pulling it while he rides my body. I look behind me and I see his face filled with so much desire. His eyes are closed; his head slightly tilted back as he presses his lips together.

  The world around us no longer exists. With Muse’s “Madness” in the background, this is the only way to describe the sexual chemistry between us. His pace quickens, his thrusts harder than I have ever felt before. He’s fucked me from behind so many times, but this time it feels different.

  Urgent.

  Possessive.

  Dear God, help me.

  Driving into me over and over again. Strong jabs meet my sensitive walls and send my body into another orgasm. One … Two ... Three … Four powerful orgasms keep coming.

  Whoosh. Whoosh.

  The sensation is indescribable, and I’m about to cry. A tear actually slides down my cheek as the intensity grows.

  As he accelerates his pace, I clutch the armrest, holding on for dear life. I don’t know how much more my exhausted body can take. As he lets go of my hair, my head instantly collapses on the armrest. Nothing deters the man from fucking me wildly as he pounds into me. There’s so much pleasure from the pain he’s giving me. With one hand gripping my hip, the other captures my breast. He pinches my aching nipple as I continue to pant, gasping for air. The feeling is so overwhelming I don’t know if I can survive a broken heart.

  Don’t think, Lina. He’s fucking you senseless. Just enjoy him.

  “Fuck, how do you stay so tight and so wet for me? Lina, I fucking love your sweet pussy … bare.” His massive length throbs inside me as my walls close in. Clenching him with my muscles, I feel the intensity build and another orgasm hits me. “Oh. My. God. Julian ... Julian … Julian …” His name escapes my lips like a drawn-out melody on repeat.