by E. R. Wade
His tongue circles my nipple, and then he takes it into his mouth and sucks it. He pinches my other nipple with his fingers. Tingles spread from my breast to the rest of my body, and there’s a delicious throb between my legs.
“Julian. Please,” I moan. “I need you inside me.” I raise my hips and grind against him in invitation. He doesn’t hesitate and immediately lets go of my breasts, deftly rolling on a condom.
He impales me with his hard length, and my body trembles with pleasure. He slides in and out of me with a slow pace, going in as deep as possible. My legs are wrapped around him and I can’t hold back the soft moans of pleasure that escape my lips.
My pleasure heightens as he quickens his pace, propelling me to a wild release. As I come apart with an intense orgasm, I cry out his name in ecstasy and it resonates loudly in the bedroom.
Still thrusting deeply inside me, I hear his groans against my ear. Like the last time, he doesn’t look at me. He pumps hard and deep into me until he comes with a harsh groan.
A few moments later, he gently pulls out of me and goes to the bathroom. A minute later, he comes out. He’s disposed of the condom. He sits on the edge of the bed with his back to me and pulls on his boxer briefs and his T-shirt.
Finally, he turns and looks at me.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” I don’t tell him that I’d feel a whole lot better if he comes back to bed and holds me in his arms.
“I didn’t really think about the details until you asked last week. If you want to get together, just let me know and if I’m available, I’ll come over. Sundays are an exception. Does that work for you?”
“Yeah, that works.” I focus on the fact that there’ll be a next time, and if I need him he’ll come. Awesome. I ignore the part where he said if he’s available. I’d like to imagine him being readily available for my pleasure at all times. Why isn’t he available on Sundays? My curiosity is piqued, but I know better than to ask him why.
He smiles at me, causing my heart to squeeze a little. “Okay.” He picks up his jeans and pulls it on in no time. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Monday,” I echo. I’m pretty certain I won’t see him in the office on Monday if last week is any indication.
NINE
Julian
Sitting in my car, my hands grip the steering wheel hard. Everything in me is screaming for me to go back upstairs to Sofia. I still want her soft body. I want to hold her. I want to fall asleep while I’m still deep inside her. The yearning in me is getting harder to control. I don’t know what she’s done to me but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since the first time I saw her. Now here I am, sitting in my car and wishing I was back in her bed.
I am still hard. The memory of her soft moans are making me burn with need. I want so badly to be inside her. I didn’t let myself come more than once with her even though my cock was begging to be buried inside her for a few more hours. I have to retain some sort of control. It’s bad enough that I can’t keep away, so the least I can do is deny myself hours of pleasure and hopefully not feel more than I already do.
Fighting the urge to go back up to her place, my hands grip the steering wheel tighter. I take a few deep, calming breaths. I won’t let myself go back to Sofia’s. This thing between us can’t be more than it currently is. I had to leave before I lost complete control. I need to start the car and drive instead of sitting in my parked car outside her building in the dark. I force myself to loosen my grip on the steering and wear my seat belt. I start the Jaguar and slowly make my way home.
I know I shouldn’t have touched her. I should have stayed the hell away from her but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Sleeping with her has made it downright impossible to stay away. Fuck! I don’t want to think about what she’ll do when she finds out that I haven’t been completely honest with her.
I cover the short distance to my apartment in minutes. Sofia doesn’t know where I stay. I wonder if she’ll be surprised to find out I live about ten minutes away. I don’t intend for her to ever see the inside of my apartment. Only three women have been in my apartment – my mom, my sister and my housekeeper, Rosalie, who comes three times a week.
When I park my car in the on-site garage, I force myself to get out of the car.
After selling my previous home which was too big for me to live in alone and had too many damned memories I wanted to forget, I found this place on my first day of looking at apartments with a real estate agent I’ve known from way back. It was different from what I was accustomed to, much smaller and less ostentatious. It’s a simple two bedroom apartment.
It’s been my home for two years and I’ve grown to really like it. It looks more like a home now than when I leased it two years ago. When I moved in, I only had the bare essentials – a couch, a TV, a bed and a fridge. The only room I spent time doing up was the second bedroom which I converted to a study.
A few months after I moved in, my mom would usually stop by with something for the house like a vase, a plant, family pictures and whatever interesting item she got her hands on. I didn’t stop her since I knew she was worried about me and letting her do this made her happy.
One day, I realized that the apartment actually looked homely. After about a year of living here, I started taking an interest on how the apartment looked, and took time out to decorate it. Decorated in shades of black, grey and cream, I’ve come to think of my home as a sanctuary. But for the first time in so long, it doesn’t feel like it.
It could be described as a bachelor pad of sorts except I don’t bring women here. Hell, I don’t take women anywhere. I haven’t been interested in a woman in a long time. Not since Addison. The last time I had sex was over two years ago. Until Sofia. As soon as I saw her, I knew I had to stay far away from her. Being with her makes me feel like I’ve been starving for so long. Sofia has given me a taste of something I didn’t know I wanted. Something I am now desperate for. Her. Now that I’ve tasted her, I feel like I need her again before I can take my next breath.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I pop open the bottle and take a large gulp. As l settle on the leather recliner, a feeling of restlessness settles over me. Thoughts of Sofia fill my mind. Her auburn hair is thick and beautiful. Her vivid green eyes are so full of life. If I’m not careful, I could drown in them. Her skin is smooth and flawless, and alluringly soft. I’ve wanted my hands on them since the first time I saw her.
I remember that day. Time seemed to freeze. She was standing right in front of me. Long, wavy auburn hair. It looked so silky. I wanted to bury my hands in it, and inhale its fragrance. Full, kissable lips. Oval-shaped face. Slender frame with a generous chest and curved hips. Bright, stunning green eyes. Beautiful, that was the only word that came to my mind. It was just the two of us in the building for those few moments. I saw the flare of awareness in her eyes and I knew I wasn’t the only one experiencing our connection. And right then I knew I was in trouble. I couldn’t breathe and when she held out her hand to me, I definitely didn’t want to touch her. Touching her would be very unwise. I didn’t want to rock my carefully arranged existence. But I couldn’t leave her hand hanging between us, so I shook her hand quickly in what could barely be considered as polite. Immediately I touched her, I felt the sparks lighting up around us and I knew in that exact moment that she would affect my life in ways I couldn’t comprehend. I didn’t want that, and despite the fact that I’ve given in to my craving for her, I still don’t want that. I can feel the control I’ve held on to for so long already going up in flames.
Working with her means I can’t avoid her. No matter how much I make myself unavailable, I still have to go to the office. I can’t spend all my time in meetings and construction sites, and designing in my study at home. The worst part of this situation is that despite the fact that I’ve tried keeping away from her, she is never far from my thoughts.
Nadya has noticed my reaction to Sofia but hasn’t asked me any
questions, which I am grateful for. But she’s been mentioning Sofia a bit too much, and dropping tidbits of information without my asking.
She tells me incessantly that Sofia is a brilliant interior designer and so far she has proven to be a great addition to the team. She’s also friendly and has settled down quickly, working well with everyone. Nadya has been singing her praises and it grates because I don’t like that I like listening to anything she has to say about Sofia. I should have told her to stop but I want to know everything, and I’m secretly grateful that Nadya doesn’t make me ask. She lets me stay quiet and pretend not to be interested in what she’s saying.
I’ve known Nadya for years. She is a brilliant architect and a straight-talker. She was my first employee and is an invaluable friend and worker. She’s married to David who I’ve known since childhood, and I consider him a very good friend. I got to know Nadya when they were dating. I know she’s worried about me. She was there when my life unraveled. In the beginning, she tried to talk to me but I shut her down. She refused to give up but I didn’t give her an inch. Finally, she just let me be. And for almost two years, she’s stayed out of my personal life. Sofia has unwittingly given her an opening.
Avoiding Sofia and at the same time listening to Nadya talk about her made resisting her this past week harder for me, and by this morning I knew I had lost the battle. I threw in the towel and sent her a text. I waited anxiously for a response and when I got one, I was relieved. I had considered the possibility that she would turn me down, and not just tonight, but forever. I thought for sure she’d be upset that I avoided her all week. The relief and anticipation I felt had me dropping my phone and pacing the room while chastising myself for my reaction.
After downing the rest of my beer, I sit there and stare at nothing. I can’t stop thinking of how tight and sweet she is. My cock twitches in response. I’m desperate to lose myself in her. Damn! I need to fuck her again. I don’t want to wash off her sweet scent but I need to take a cold shower or else I won’t be able to get any sleep tonight.
Memories of the first time with Sofia are still fresh on my mind. I wasn’t gentle enough. She was so damned sweet that my control shattered, I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. Watching her come proved to be my undoing. I took her so hard, pounding into her like my life depended on it. Thinking of that night turns me on, which makes me feel like an insensitive jerk. Not being with a woman for two years probably made me a bit too eager, or maybe it’s being with this particular woman that did it.
I thought that after having her once my ardor would cool a little but now I know I was grossly mistaken. This second time was just as intense and amazing, and I want more. A whole lot more than a third or fourth time.
Every single breath on my skin and her every touch had me wanting more. I wanted to push deeper into her, and meld with her. The feeling scared me. I have never felt that way, not even with Addison. I barely managed to keep away from her for a week. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay away that long this time.
But this can’t be more than sex, no matter how beautiful and sweet she is. There’s no way I’m going to allow myself to fall for her.
Fall for her? What the hell am I thinking? That’s just it, I haven’t been thinking straight. With Sofia, all rational thinking stops, it just goes right out the window. I’m screwed, and I know it. It’s all going to come crashing down and I can’t stop it. As soon as she finds out the truth, she’s not going to want to have anything to do with me.
Since I want to get to the hospital at my usual time tomorrow morning, I have to get a few hours’ sleep or else I’ll be cranky. I’ve never been late and I don’t want that to change.
TEN
Julian - Five years ago
“Hey man, your girl is at it again.”
I look over at my best friend, Sean Connors, laughing with my girlfriend, Addison Walker, who’s trying to conceal a puppy in her tote. We’re in my parents’ back garden. I came to look in on their house for them while they’re vacationing in Europe. They are celebrating their wedding anniversary, and have two weeks left before they return. I’ve just locked up and activated the security alarm, and I came to join Addie and Sean in the garden.
When we got here twenty minutes ago, Addie heard a puppy whining by the hedge and immediately fell in love with him, declaring herself its new owner. I had to tell her that the puppy along with two others belonged to the next door neighbor, Mrs. Daniels. That didn’t deter her from trying to claim the puppy.
“Addie,” I groan playfully. “We can’t take him home with us.” This is her second attempt to take the puppy.
“But he’s so cute,” she pouts at me. Addie is blond, blue-eyed and beautiful, the quintessential California girl. She is above average height at five feet eight, and slim. She has a sparkling personality which attracted me to her when we met at a party in college – three years ago – when we were both seniors.
“He’s Mrs. Daniels’ puppy. We can’t just steal him.”
“She has three of them. Surely she won’t mind giving us this one.” I see the puppy peeking out of Addie’s tote. She’s right, he is cute.
“You didn’t even know what sex he is. Have you ever taken care of a dog? You’d have to train him or else he’s going to pee on all your clothes and chew your shoes.” I know how much Addie’s designer items mean to her. Hopefully, thinking of her clothes and shoes being ruined will make her reconsider taking off with Mrs. Daniels’ puppy.
She waves her hand dismissively at me. “How was I to know he was a male puppy? He looks so adorable I thought he’d be female.” I raise an eyebrow at my beautiful girlfriend. “We can always get a nanny for him.”
“A nanny?” I ask incredulously. I see Sean, who’s been watching us with a smirk on his face, trying not to laugh at Addie’s statement about getting a nanny.
“Why not? A nanny would take care of him and keep him out of trouble.”
Shaking my head, I say, “Baby, that won’t work. You’d have to take care of him yourself.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize my mistake.
Addie squeals in delight. “I will. I promise. I’ll take care of it.”
“Give it up Julian. You know she’ll end up with the dog,” Sean says. He’s right. I’ve never been able to say no to Addie. That doesn’t stop me from glaring at him.
“You’re not helping,” I scold. He chuckles, leaning casually on a tree.
Sighing, I concede defeat. “I’ll go talk to Mrs. Daniels. If she refuses, we’ll have to return him.” She knows I’ll do my best to get her the puppy. “If she agrees to let us adopt him, you have to promise me you’ll take care of him. He’s not allowed to damage anything at home,” I tell her sternly.
Addie has never taken care of a pet so I don’t know how she’s going to manage it. I know I’m going to end up with the responsibility. I can see it clearly happening.
She nods her agreement, looking adorably acquiescent. Addie is compliant only if it’ll get her what she wants.
This is definitely not going to end well.
“Give me a second, let me go and talk to Mrs. Daniels.”
I leave my girlfriend and best friend standing in the garden while I go over to Mrs. Daniels’ to convince her to let me adopt one of her puppies. She’s a lovely old lady and I know she has a soft spot for me so I’m hoping she says yes.
I ring her doorbell and politely wait on the front porch for her. When she opens the door, she’s happy to see me. She’s about seventy-eight years old with white shoulder-length hair and pale blue eyes. She’s about five feet two inches tall which makes me about a foot taller than her. Her face is lined with wrinkles but it’s easy to see that she’s a pretty woman. I bet when she was younger, she had men falling all over themselves to get her attention.
“Hi Mrs. Daniels. You look lovely as always,” I say with a smile.
“Julian, how are you? I’m so happy to see you. Are you here to check on your parents’ house?
”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Would you like to come in, dear?” She moves aside to let me in.
“No, thank you ma’am.” I clear my throat and smile charmingly at her. “Actually, I came to ask you if you’d let me and my girlfriend adopt one of your puppies. I promise we’ll take very good care of him.”
Her smile dims. “Your girlfriend? Addison Walker? She can’t take care of a puppy. She’s spoilt silly,” she says bluntly. I wince, Mrs. Daniels has a point but I don’t like to think of Addie as being spoilt but over-indulged. She’s gotten almost everything she’s ever wanted. She has a mother who adores her, a father wrapped around her little finger and a younger sister who worships her. And as for me, once she turns her baby blue eyes on me, I end up agreeing to whatever she wants just to make her happy. In spite of the fact that she’s been pampered all her life, she’s kind-hearted and sweet although responsibility isn’t her strong point but I guess that that would come in time. Her circumstances growing up didn’t encourage that. Her father is Victor Walker, the billionaire owner of the SV Hotels chain, and her grandparents own one of the largest cosmetics companies in the world. She’s never had to work a day in her life. Her college degree hasn’t been put to use yet. Hopefully that will change soon.
“I’ll be responsible for him, Mrs. Daniels.”
She narrows her eyes at me, trying to determine if I would lie for my girlfriend. She should know me better than that. Addie knows I draw the line at lies and anything unethical so she wouldn’t ask me to do either for her. I don’t think telling Mrs. Daniels that Addie and I live together will win me any points since she’s made it clear that she doesn’t approve of the relationship. My parents and Addie’s aren’t thrilled about us living together too but they let us be since we’re both adults, and Addie has her parents convinced that we will be getting married. I haven’t asked her yet.
I tell her the truth. “The puppy will be with me every night, and in the morning before I go to work. I’ll take care of him. I’ll provide him with a good home.”
