by P. A. Jones
"Are you sorry?" Her chin jutted up.
"Yes, I am." I put my other hand over our enclosed ones. I needed to let it go, and not see the shadow of Tonya in her.
"Well then, I’ll see you at the club tomorrow for practice." She flashed her teeth again, and I couldn't control myself. I went ahead and pressed my lips to hers. They were too tempting to let go.
At first she tried to push me back, but then she gave in. Her tongue rolled inside my mouth, like she was tasting me. I loved the nice touch she added to the kiss. My hands were resting on her back, pulling her closer. Her aroma was playing with my nostrils. She felt utterly refreshing, and nothing like Tonya.
Tonya. My brain registered her name, and I realized what I was doing. I was fucking kissing a girl, and I never did that. I never kissed any other girl than Tonya. How could I kiss Julie?
I pushed her back. "I'm so sorry, Julie. I'm so sorry." I couldn't continue to look at her, because I was afraid that she would see my past in my eyes. I couldn't let that happen.
I didn't stop to check if she left or not. I went straight to my room. I needed alone time.
I laid down on my bed and pulled Tonya's picture out of a secret corner. It was the last picture I had of me with her. My fingers moved over her face. I witnessed her purple eyes, her perfectly tied pony tail. I hated her for doing this to me.
Where was she? I didn't know the answer, and I didn't want to. My life was perfect without her, but now, I kissed Julie. Was it because she looked like Tonya? She didn't smell like Tonya, nor had she felt like her. She had the same purple eyes, and tied her hair in a pony tail, but she was different. Julie had a tender heart. I could feel it from the way she believed in everyone. The only thing I hated was her giving attention to Tony.
Are you jealous, Noah?
No. I wasn't jealous. I was perfectly fine with my life. I had a company to look after, and I fucked a woman every Monday. But then I didn't fuck anyone this Monday, and for the first time, I wasn't depressed. And what about the kiss? Why did I kiss her? I had never kissed a woman I fucked. But then, I had no thought of fucking Julie when I kissed her. I just wanted to taste those lush lips, immerse myself in her scent. And I loved what I tasted in her.
"Are you asleep, Noah?" Uncle Sam knocked on my door.
"No, Uncle Sam. Come in." I sat on my bed. Uncle Sam came and sat beside me.
"When I saw her for the first time, I thought Tonya was back. And I stumbled, as I was sneaking up on her." He paused. "But then I saw the way she was teaching those kids. I found out she was nothing like Tonya."
"What are you getting at?" I couldn't guess his intentions. It was a long time since we had any real discussions about Tonya.
"Don't treat her like you would treat, Tonya. Julie’s a nice person. Treat her like one." He patted my shoulder and walked out of the room.
I nodded, whispering to myself. "I promise, Sam. I won't treat her like the way I’d treat Tonya. I know she is different."
Chapter 16
Julie
Breathless. That was how I felt when he kissed me. The kiss was a feeling like nothing I’d ever had in my life. It was made for me. I just had a perfect kiss. I had never shared this much intimacy with Eddie my whole life, even when we had sex. This kiss was on a completely different level, and when Noah left me there, I longed for more. I wanted him to come back and finish what he’d started.
What is happening to you, Julie? He just kissed you out of the blue, and all you can think about is how perfect it was.
I looked around. No one was there. Noah was gone, Uncle Sam was gone, and I was left alone in their kitchen. I decided to go.
"Ma'am, Noah told me to take you home. I'm waiting outside in the car." A man in a black uniform entered the kitchen, speaking to me.
"What?" I didn't realize what he said right away. Then I realized Noah asked his driver to make sure I made it home safe. How thoughtful of him. "I'll be there soon."
I washed the remaining dishes. I felt like I should be a good guest, and at least clean up my mess. I then exited the house and got in the car, a swanky limo.
"Where shall I drop you off, ma'am?" For a moment, the driver pulled me out of my thoughts.
I told him my address and went back to thinking. I needed a reality check. I had just gotten out of a very bad relationship, and when I came to L.A., I decided that I wouldn't think about dating again for at least a few months. I was already kissing a man who acted like a jerk. The strangest thing was...I loved the kiss, and I craved for more. Was I being naive? What would I feel when I trained him in the club the next day?
I had no answer to that question. Maybe I would just talk with him about the kiss.
"No, I can't do that. I can't talk with him about it," I said out loud. I should act like nothing happened. Yes, that was the perfect plan.
But what if he wants to talk about it?
"Then I will just deny that anything is between us. I can't afford to go that way," I whispered.
When I stepped out of the car, a chilly wind scattered my hair. I felt his hand pulling my locks away, and his other hand smoothing my lower back. His lips coming close to mine. But it was just a dream.
I shivered. I could still feel his lips pressed on my lips, my tongue beside his. Fuck, what was I doing? Why did I push my tongue inside his mouth? I was out of line when he kissed me. God, I needed to forget him and move on with my life. He meant nothing to me.
At least, I thought so.
Chapter 17
Noah
When I hit the club at five thirty the next morning, I expected no one to be there. I planned to finish some exercise before Julie came in. I didn't want to avoid her, but I didn't have an answer for why I kissed her. I hated that girl a couple of days back, and now I couldn't stop thinking about her.
When I looked at the ring, my eyes froze on a figure. It was Julie, and she was trying to do a triangle like yoga pose. Her marvelous figure was stuck position, and it was obvious she was hoping for some help. She looked damn sexy in her blue sports bra and black track pants, which hugged every muscle on her legs.
Wow. She rivaled any woman I had ever seen.
I jumped in the ring and pushed her shoulders down gently, so she could get the help she needed for the triangle.
"I wondered if you would make it for training today." She looked into my eyes. I expected disgust in those beautiful purple eyes because of last night, but all I found was a smile.
"How could I miss it?" My eyes were fixed on her face. The way she talked mesmerized me in such a way that I lost my mind.
"What did you say?" she raised her eyebrows. She got out of the split, and I suppressed a moan. Her every action aroused me to the extreme.
"Nothing. What are we going to do today?" My eyes jumped to her lush red lips again. The more I tried to avoid them, the more I looked.
"We will work on your legs today. I think you’re weak in that area." She sounded professional. She acted like nothing happened between us yesterday.
I felt like someone lifted fifty tons of weight from my shoulders. I was so tense thinking that what would she ask about last night. But now, seeing her in her usual jolly mood, I felt relaxed.
"Why not? The morning is beautiful, and I can't wait to crush your body under mine."
I saw her cheeks changing colors. Was she blushing? Why? What did I say?
Fuck, what am I doing? "I mean we should warm up our bodies."
What the fuck! Why was I saying things with double meanings? I just wanted to spar with her. God, that sounded like a bad idea now. "Or maybe we should focus on some other..."
"Get in the ring after you finish your stretches. I'm waiting for you." She cut my words and walked to the left ring.
Fuck it. I would pin her down today, no matter what she threw at me.
When I completed my stretches, I saw her leaning against the ring ropes, looking at me.
"What are you staring at?" I asked.
She jumped. "Nothing. Let'
s not waste any more time. Let’s start with the fight." She walked to the middle of the ring and took up a stance.
"Is there an issue? You look disturbed," I asked. I wanted her to give hundred percent in the match, otherwise, there would be no fun in any match.
"It’s nothing. Don't tell me you’re afraid already.” She laughed.
I jumped inside the ring and ran at her. I was done listening to her jokes. She was now my opponent, and I would beat her.
But somehow, I knew her heart wasn't in the fight. When I reached her, she could’ve dodged me, but she instead she left her shoulder wide open for me to punch. She stumbled backwards, wincing. And for some unknown reason, my heart skipped a beat. The pain became evident on her face, and I hated myself for putting it there.
"Focus, Julie. What are you thinking?" I moved closer and pushed her on the ground. She didn't resist. She hit the ground, on her back. I expected her to fight back, and as she didn’t, I lost my balance and fell forward. My body crushed hers, and pain shot through her eyes.
I flipped off of her. I couldn't beat her like this. Her mind wasn’t in the game, and I couldn't take advantage of the situation.
The reality was different. I couldn't see her in pain. Something broke when I witnessed that. Why was I getting soft?
She was looking at me, her eyes full of something unknown. I inched closer and stared into her eyes. I wanted to see what was she trying to tell me. My face bent forward to taste her lips again. She didn't resist. Her lips parted as mine touched them. They were soft, delicate and tender, the most perfect lips I had ever tasted in my life.
My hand moved on her neck, finally resting on the back of it. I pushed my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted like hot chocolate, sweet and strong at the same time. I realized she meant something to me. It was more than just lust. She was more than a mere attraction. Something had changed between us, and I couldn't point out what.
Her hand traced my body, moving down to my chest and then stroking my abs. Her hand moved like someone was tickling me, but it felt so good and I craved for more.
My hand moved to the back of her bra, and I pulled it up. I wanted to taste her skin and kiss every inch of her body. I wanted to push myself deep inside her, our bodies flowing like music. In a moment, her bra was out of the way, and her perky tits were open for my hands to grasp. I slowly grabbed one and then pulled it to my mouth to taste.
She moaned as I took one of her nipples in my mouth. "Noah," she called.
"Julie." I spoke her name without losing her nipple from my teeth.
She pushed me away, jumping up and running towards the rest room. I wanted to stop her, but she was too quick. I was left with her bra in my hand. I realized that I needed to give it to her. My cock jerked by the thought of what she implied by running through the club half-naked. I jumped out of the ring and ran towards the women's restroom.
"Julie!” I knocked hard on the door.
"Noah. Come in.”
I pushed the door and walked in. My eyes spotted her sitting on the edge of the sink. Her cheeks had turned red, her eyes scanning the floor. Her tits were calling me. I walked to her and pulled up her chin, to look in her eyes. I saw a shy girl. That was completely opposite to the dashing Julie I had seen in the ring. That made my cock swing up like nothing before.
"You are so beautiful, Julie. I want to taste you."
She put a finger on my lips and then pulled down, tracing a path on my neck, chest. She stopped at the edge of my track pants. She was naughty.
I couldn't resist kissing her lips, her cheeks, then planting my teeth on her shoulder. People may call it a love bite, but I was placing my mark on her. She was mine, and would remain mine. She cried in pain when I dug my teeth inside her flesh, and then she pulled my face to push her tongue inside my mouth. Fuck, she was getting into my mind and body. My one hand was playing with her hair, and other one was squeezing her breasts.
She moaned as I squeezed her breasts hard, bending her neck back, leaving it open for my lips. I took the chance and planted a kiss on her neck, trailing to her shoulder and then to her cleavage. When I reached her breast, I lightly bit it, and she responded with another moan. With every sound she made, my cock jumped. My one hand moved inside her yoga pants to squeeze her ass cheeks.
She moved her hand and pressed into my cock over the track pants. It responded to her with a sharp jerk.
"You are goddamn hot, Julie." I gasped as she stroked my manhood over the length of my pants.
"I want to see it," she whispered.
I pulled down my pants, to show her what she desired. She looked at it with wide eyes.
"Wow." She grabbed my manhood in both of her hands and stroked it.
"If you keep doing that, I’ll fuck you right here.”
“So?”
“I don't even have a condom." Fuck, how could I miss that? I pulled myself away from her. I couldn't fuck her without protection.
"You don't have to worry about it." She walked closer and held my cock in one hand. "I'm on the pill. And I want you inside me right now." She squeezed my balls with a light pressure.
I couldn't stop now. She was in front of me half naked, her hand stroking my cock. How could I decline the angel in front of me?
"I guess your cock is excited, too," she whispered as my cock jumped in her hand. I wondered how her pussy would feel around it. Goddamn, I had to fuck her right now.
"Yes, baby. I want that too."
I lifted her up and put her on the sink, to fuck her over the edge of it. I removed her yoga pants, and then her panties. I saw clean, trimmed hair over her pussy. I loved the cleanliness she maintained.
She pulled my cock towards her pussy. She seemed desperate to get me inside her. Fuck, I was so desperate to fuck her right there.
I thrust myself inside her forcefully. She cried out as I entered her, and my heart stopped for a second. Was I hurting her?
"Go on! Don't stop,” she gasped.
I pushed myself inside her again, harder this time, and then again and again. Her pussy wrapped against my cock, squeezing it tightly. We may have continued doing that for a few minutes, but pressure was building inside me and I knew I couldn't hold it for much longer.
"Julie, I'm coming hard!" I shouted the words as I burst inside her fiercely.
"Me too." She raked her nails against my skin and held me tighter. It was painful, but I would say it was a sweet pain.
I let go. Waves. I could feel them flowing inside her, and with each wave, she craned her neck back. It was ecstasy, watching her like that. I pulled out slowly, watching her on the last fringes of her orgasm.
Suddenly, I felt a tug inside my gut. What was I going to say to her now? I fucked to forget. But it was different with Julie. For the first time, I realized that I wanted to again, and at the same time, I was afraid that I could ruin everything with a single word.
Fuck. I had nothing to say to that damn beautiful woman. But what would she say when she is past the fun?
"God, it was awesome. Wasn't it?" She raised her head, looking in my eyes. She seemed happy.
"It was. What are you doing this afternoon? We should grab lunch together." Why did I ask her that? I didn’t understand.
"Why not? Text me where to meet you." She smiled again at me, and her dimple took my worries away. Now I knew.
Chapter 18
Noah
She said it felt awesome. Damn, that's a feeling to have. But how do I feel?
I asked myself the question as I walked to my bike, parked outside of the club. It had been awesome for me too. She felt so good and tasty. I just wanted to be with her again.
What the fuck. Why? She would just fuck me over, like Tonya did.
No, I can't do this. I had to get away from her. She’s too radioactive for me. But she smelled so good. I wanted to fuck her again. This time, properly, in my bed. At that thought, my mind shook, like a storm hit it.
"What should I do? I can't let her walk out o
f my life like Tonya did. No, she isn't like that. She has the same eyes, but she also has hope. A hope for a better me." How could I walk away from this girl?
This wasn’t easy. I wanted to know Julie more. I wished it would get easier somehow. But when I thought about walking out on Julie, I had this strange fear that gripped my heart.
"I need to talk to Nina about this." I turned my bike to Nina's house. She never told me about her house, but being an owner of Orange Computers, I had plenty of resources at my disposal. And you can't go on telling your darkest secret to a person without knowing her background.
"Nina!" I knocked on her door for five minutes, but nobody opened it. Was she in there?
A couple of minutes more, and then I heard a sound behind the door. When it opened, she peeked outside.
"Noah, what are you doing here?" She had wrapped herself in a towel. She must’ve just gotten out of the shower.
"I want to talk."
"How did you get this address?" her voice quaked.
"It's about a girl." I wanted to push myself inside. But I knew that would end up in a 911 call, and me explaining things to the cops.
"Take an appointment and come to my office. It's bloody fucking seven thirty in the morning. And never, ever show up on my door like this."
"Nina. It's urgent."
"Nothing is so urgent that it can't wait for a day or two. I know you’ll just talk about your latest Monday adventure. Get a grip on yourself, Noah. I know you are a billionaire, but that doesn't intimidate me."
Her words hit me like a stone. She was right, but she didn't know my condition, and I didn't have time to wait.
"I kissed her, Nina. I fucking kissed her, and I don't know what to do about it." I spilled it out. I couldn't hold it in any more.
She paused for a moment, then opened the metal door. "What did you say?"
"I kissed her, and now I need your help. I just don't know what I want from her."
"Come on in. But I’m charging you double.” She smirked.
"Fine with me." I could’ve paid her ten times her normal rate for this.
