Hold On

by Hilary Wynne

  After we say our goodbyes, Julian grabs my hand tightly, and heads out of Stellar. He’s walking fast and I need to remind him I’m in five and a half inch heels. “Slow down, please. I can’t walk that fast in these heels.”

  He stops and turns to look at me. He stares at my feet and lets his eyes caress my whole body as he moves his gaze up. When his eyes meet mine, I see nothing but pure desire in their green depths. He’s out of patience.

  “Lo siento, mi amor. I’m in a hurry to get you naked and under me.” He walks a little slower as we make our way to the garage but his urgency is obvious.

  I slide into the passenger seat and inhale. The car smells like him. It makes me think about his body. I want him naked too.

  I buckle in and turn my head to look at him. “I didn’t think I’d see you until tomorrow. Why didn’t you call me and let me know?”

  He starts the car, turns his head and shakes it at me. “I did. You haven’t answered for hours. I knew you were here so it wasn’t a big deal, but you really need to get better at checking your phone. I hate not being able to get in touch with you. I makes me crazy, baby.”

  I haven’t even looked at my phone since we left the house. Why would I? I don’t argue though. “Sorry.”

  He tells me not to worry. “No te preocupes. Ya estas conmigo.” He flashes me the sweetest, sexiest smile and my heart melts. I’ve learned the more Julian speaks to me in Spanish, the more emotional he’s feeling. He could be mad, sad, or totally turned on, but when the Spanish starts flowing I know he’s completely dialed into me.

  We get back to the Bellavista in minutes and up to his floor quickly. I’m barely in the door when I feel Julian’s hand under my shirt caressing my breast. He pins me against the wall so our bodies are pressed firmly against each other. I feel his erection against my leg and I reach out and run my hand over it. I squeeze him just a little and slide my tongue into his mouth. “Listo?”

  He runs his moist tongue across my bottom lip. “I’ve been ready for you since I saw your ass peeking out of these hot, but too short, shorts. My dick’s been hard since I saw the outline of your bra from across the room. I’m not sure I’m a fan of this outfit, Alexa. It only leaves a little to the imagination.”

  I keep kissing him as I unbutton and unzip his jeans. I slide my hand in and wrap it around his bare shaft. He wasn’t lying about being hard. “Next time I’ll wear a suit of armor. Would that be better?”

  I run my tongue up his neck and nip at his earlobe. He moans and presses his hardness into my hand. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are. There’s something about you that just draws guys to you. You don’t see it, baby, but I do.”

  I keep running my tongue around his ear and pause to respond. “It’s sweet that you’re a little jealous, but I don’t see it because I don’t care. I only have eyes for you. I only want you.” I pull his jeans down with me as I slide to my knees. “I only want this.”

  The groan that comes from him when I take him in my mouth and run my tongue around the head of his dick is deep and laden with desire. He grabs my hair and pulls the clip out so my hair falls over his shaft as I take him deeper into my mouth. I knead his balls with my free hand and get into a rhythm that has him moaning and moving his hips into me. I know some women don’t like giving blow jobs, but I love to watch, hear, and feel Julian lose control like this. It’s the only time he does. It makes me feel powerful and it makes me wet.

  I don’t stop until I feel Julian’s knees buckle as he explodes into my mouth. I look up at him and see his orgasm hasn’t quelled his need. One look in his eyes shows me he’s nowhere near done with me. He reaches down, grabs my hands, and pulls me up to him. He kisses me deeply and I wonder how he feels about tasting himself in my mouth. I think it’s erotic as hell. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or that we haven’t had sex in a few days, but I’m dying for him to fuck me. I am feeling sexy and wanton. I wasn’t kidding about wanting him to do nasty things to me.

  “That was hot. I love having your hard dick in my mouth. I love watching and hearing you come. It makes me so wet.”

  “Is that so, baby? Let me feel how wet you are.” He unbuttons my shorts and slides his hand under my panties and in between my legs. His fingertip is soft on my clit as he runs it back and forth through the slickness he’s created. A throaty moan escapes through my clenched teeth and I grab his hand and hold it to me. I don’t want him to stop touching me. I’m so aroused it won’t take but a few more passes of his fingertip before I’m coming. He doesn’t take my hint and pulls his hand away. He brings his fingertip up to his mouth and runs it over his lips before he dips it in his mouth. He sucks on his own finger for a moment, tasting me and turning me on even more. “Mmm. Dulce.”

  I lean my body into his so his knee is between my legs. It’s a position reminiscent of our first sexual encounter. I was so turned on that night he didn’t even need to touch me to make me orgasm. I’m going for a repeat right now as I grind myself into him.

  Julian grabs my hair and pulls my face back so I’m looking at him. He licks his lips again. Damn. “Someone wants to get off. Is that right, sexy girl? Do I need to make you come?”

  I put my mouth on his and suck on his lower lip as I push my needy center into him. My answer comes out in a growl. “Yes. Make me come. Please. I want you so bad. So bad.”

  Julian leans forward and pushes me off of him with a thrust of his hips. He takes my hand and starts to lead me out of the foyer. I think he’s going to take me into his bedroom but he stops in the living room. He stands me up against the back of the couch and pulls my shorts and my panties off but leaves my shoes on. He gets on his knees in front of me and spreads my legs with his hands. He takes one of my legs and puts it over his shoulder. His face is right between my legs and before he launches his oral assault on my throbbing sex, he gives me a command, “Hold on to the couch, Lexie. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to stand.” I listen and grip the back of the couch with both hands as Julian runs his magical tongue through my hot, wet, needy sex. I teeter on my heels as I involuntarily roll my hips in small circular motions. “It feels so good, Julian. Please don’t stop.”

  Julian doesn’t stop. He never stops until I’m fully satisfied. He continues to voraciously lick me until I feel the stirring of my orgasm. It starts in my toes and rolls up my legs and into my core. My nipples tighten and my legs start to tremble as Julian brings me to a massive climax. He keeps his mouth on me, breathing on my sensitive flesh until he’s sure my orgasm has subsided. I gently push his head away, unable to stand the intensity of his mouth between my legs any longer.

  He stands and places a deep, wet kiss on me. I can taste myself on him and it feels so personal, like there’s nothing we haven’t or wouldn’t share. I try and wrap my arms around him but he moves back and turns me around so I’m leaning over the couch. My ass is in the air and with these heels on; I’m the perfect height for Julian to take me this way.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, just like you’ve wanted me to all night. Am I right, Corazón? You want me to fuck you?”

  I turn my head and look up at him. The heat in his eyes as he looks down at me and my naked ass is scorching. “Yes. I want you to fuck me, Julian. Hard.”

  He doesn’t respond with words, just his body. He guides himself into me and does what I asked him to do. He fucks me hard and I enjoy every deep thrust and every moan that comes out of his mouth. As he nears his climax, he reaches down, grabs my hair, and pulls me up toward him as he releases himself into me. He calls my name and shudders as he gives me every last drop of him.

  We stay in the position for a few moments, neither one of us trusting our shaky legs. When Julian finally pulls out I feel the wetness of his orgasm, or mine, on the inside of my thighs. We both came hard. It makes me smile. I’m still feeling a little weak from the intensity of what we just did and want to take this party into the bedroom so we can lie down. As I walk away I glance over my shoulder on the wa
y. “Come to bed with me. I still haven’t been naked underneath you.”

  I hear him moan as I shut the bathroom door behind me. I get undressed, brush my teeth, and clean myself up a little. Julian is sitting on the bed, naked, and waiting for me with a bottle of water and two Advil. He thinks I’m drunk, but I’m really not. I just feel relaxed and good. I take them without comment and lean in for a kiss. His minty breath suggests he brushed his teeth as well.

  We climb into bed and snuggle close to each other. I ask him about his trip and he gives me an abridged version. It sounds like it was a success. He tells me his dad was good and he felt confident coming home today. He tells me he missed me. He doesn’t bring up Alejandra and neither do I. I figure we’ll talk about it tomorrow.

  We lie there, facing each other. Julian has his hand around my waist and is running his fingers softly up and down my lower back and my ass. It’s relaxing and putting me to sleep. I try and enjoy the moment because these mean so much to me. I love when we just “are”.

  After about ten minutes, right as I’m about to fall asleep, Julian breaks the silence. Apparently he isn’t ready to go to bed. “You know, we’ve never really talked about sex. We haven’t needed to, I guess, and I think I’m taking care of you, but if there’s something you want, or need from me, I hope you know you can tell me.”

  I chuckle softly. We haven’t needed to talk. The first time I touched him I was turned on, so this hasn’t been a steep learning curve as far as what works for me. I wonder if he’s hinting he needs something more. I’m a little scared to ask, but I do anyway.

  “You haven’t needed any directions. Everything you do works perfectly for me. You know that. I’ll let you know if something doesn’t. But, if you need something from me, you can tell me too.”

  “So there’s nothing you want to try?”

  Okay, he is going somewhere with this. “Just say what’s on your mind. I can handle it.”

  That makes him laugh. “There isn’t much you can’t handle, baby. I’m just wondering if you have any fantasies you want to share with me.”

  Fantasies? I’m living a freaking fantasy with him as a lover. I don’t say that though because I’m actually a little uncomfortable with this line of questioning. It’s odd considering how sexual our relationship has been from the get-go. Julian has never made me uncomfortable either, but I’m not sure I can talk to him about my fantasies. I’m more a “just do it” girl than a “talk about it” girl. So, in true Alexa fashion, I do what I always do when I feel uneasy. I make a joke.

  “I do have a fantasy but I’m not sure you want to hear about it.”

  Julian raises his eyebrows and flashes me a seductive smile. “Sí, quiero.”

  “Okay, but you can’t get mad.”

  “Mad? I won’t get mad. Promise.”

  I put my face really close to his and talk in my most seductive voice. “I have this fantasy about meeting a really hot guy in a nightclub and grinding against him in a dark hallway. I want him to make me come without even really touching me.”

  Julian catches on two seconds into this and chuckles a little but looks disappointed.

  “Good luck with that.” I can see he’s giving up when he takes his hand off of me.

  I grab it and place it back on my hip. “I’m not comfortable talking about this. I’m not sure why either. I like that you usually take the lead on these things and if there’s something I don’t like, I’ll let you know.”

  Julian is staring at me intensely. “I’m glad you trust me and tonight was hot. I love that you were talking about getting nasty with me. But, I’m not sure what that really means to you and I’m not comfortable venturing into unchartered territories. I don’t know what’s okay with you and I don’t ever want you to feel uncomfortable with me.”

  I know he’s thinking about the rape and that bothers me. I can’t imagine Julian ever putting me in an uncomfortable situation or hurting me in any way.

  “Julian, I’ve never had this kind of sexual relationship before and I love experiencing new things with you. I want you to venture into unchartered territories.” I lean and give him a soft peck on the lips. “But, I’m wondering what you have on your mind right now. And please don’t say you aren’t thinking about something specific, because this isn’t coming up out of the blue. It’s making me feel like you’re the one not being satisfied.”

  Julian kisses me back. “I’ve never been more satisfied in my life. But you’re right, I do think of things from time to time. I can’t help it. Since I met you, I’ve been walking around with a hard on like I’m thirteen, and it makes me think about things I’d like to do to you, or with you. Your comments about being nasty tonight got my imagination going.”

  “Por ejemplo.”

  “I love when you speak to me in Spanish, it turns me on.” He kisses me again. “You want examples? Okay. I’d love to use restraints on you, handcuffs, or anything to tie your hands up. I’d love to just have my way with you until you come over and over again. You always make me stop touching you, or tasting you, after you come once. I’d love to make you come multiple times with my tongue.”

  My core clenches at the thought of Julian between my legs. “I’m absolutely okay with you making me come over and over again, obviously. You do it all the time, even though it’s not back-to-back like you want. But the restraints might be too much for me. I’ll try, but I’m not sure how I’ll feel when it happens.”

  “Fair enough. How do you feel about using toys?”

  He’s a smart one. He’s easing me into this conversation despite my reservations. “Like a vibrator or a dildo?”

  He nods his head.

  I get the seductive smile again. “For starters, yes.”

  “I’m not sure why I’d need either when I have you, but I’m not opposed.” I place my hand around his shaft and he stiffens immediately. “As a matter of fact, my vibrator hasn’t been used in months.”

  He takes my hand off of his shaft. “Mmm. I want to finish this conversation and if you keep doing that we won’t.” He actually scoots back a little. “Tell me about this vibrator. You used to be good friends?”

  He’s being very causal and flirty; it’s loosening me up. “Very good friends. My shower head too. I preferred their help over my fingers.”

  A throaty moan escapes his lips. “That’s so sexy, baby. I’d love to watch you get yourself off that way. I love to watch you period.”

  I’m getting turned on again and Julian’s rock hard erection right in front of me isn’t helping put out the flames. I’m feeling way less shy right now. “I kind of like to watch too.”

  He raises his eyebrows. I’ve shocked him a little. “Watch what?” His voice is seductive and inquisitive.

  I shrug my shoulders a little. “Anything. You, us, other people.”

  His eyes turn dark with desire. I’ve hit a hot button here. “Other people? Do you enjoy watching porn, Lexie?”

  I’m trapped; I’ve played myself into a little corner. “I haven’t watched much, but yes, it turns me on a little. I think I like the real life stuff better though.”

  I may have shocked him a lot now. “You enjoy watching other people have sex?” I can’t read his tone. I may have gone too far. But then again, he looks even more turned on and he’s completely hard now. I try not to get embarrassed.

  “I’ve never actually watched anybody having sex, but I get turned on watching people kissing and touching each other. Like at a bar, when a couple is dancing and grinding against each other. When you know they’re going to end up fucking. It’s hot.”

  He actually licks his lips and I feel a burst of heat spread through my core. This, what we’re doing right now, is hot. I pause and stare at Julian. I wonder if me talking about getting turned on by watching other guys bothers him. He pulls me close again so his erection is pressing up against my stomach. I guess he’s fine with my admission.

  “So you’re into voyeurism are you? I wouldn’t have guessed that
about you. Exhibitionism maybe, but not voyeurism.”

  I’m surprised he thought I was into either. I hadn’t thought about it at all. “You thought I was into exhibitionism. Why?”

  “Because you had no problem grinding against me in the hallway. Your dress was barely covering your ass. We could’ve been caught.”

  I giggle a little. “Guilty as charged. The idea of being naughty in public is a turn on too and, unless you told someone about that night, someone did see us.”

  I tell him about the conversation Luke and I had, and how he’d known.

  “I never kiss and tell, or grind and tell. I was so into you rubbing your hot body into mine I didn’t notice anybody. One of my employees must have seen us and told Luke.”

  He doesn’t seem to care so I move on. Luke is never a good topic. “So now you know all my secrets. I like to watch and I like to live a little on the edge. I really haven’t done much of either though.”

  “Well we can change that. You stop wearing panties and I promise the next time we have a good opportunity we’ll live on the edge a little.”

  My sex clenches at the thought. I can feel how wet I am right now; this conversation has me completely aroused. I move a bit so Julian’s hard shaft is between my legs, and I take him in my hand and guide him into me. He slides in easily and I put my leg over his so he can go deeper.

  Julian closes his eyes for a moment and moans as he moves slowly inside of me. “Mmm, you’re still so wet. See, you can be honest with me. I want to be the one who fulfills all of your fantasies.” He picks up his pace a little. “You feel so good.”

  I grab his ass and pull him deeper. “You always feel good inside of me, Julian. I love having you in me and on me.”

  As he picks up his speed, his thrusts go deeper. His hand is on my ass now and he’s pulling me into him as he thrusts. “You love having me in your pussy? What about your mouth? Do you like having my hard dick in your mouth?”

  “Yes, Julian,” I whisper breathlessly. “I love you in me anywhere. I love feeling you and tasting you.”