Julia’s lips find mine, and I kiss her back. And we play. Lips on lips, tongue on tongue, hands exploring. As much as I want to yank her into the backseat and drive my cock into her, it also feels good to have her against me without any expectation of it leading anywhere. I slide my hands under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her waist and back and the way her lungs are expanding as she breathes me in.
I’m completely hard again, and I want her so badly it almost hurts. “I feel like I need to get you back before curfew,” I joke.
She laughs. “It’s true. I am having those flashbacks. But there’s no one waiting for me.” Rocking her hips against mine, the pressure is exquisite, and Julia feels it when I stiffen. “Oh, I see.”
I can’t even breathe while she does that, grinding her pussy down onto my cock. I swear I can feel her heat even through our clothes. “You’re going to kill me,” I say.
“That’s the idea, right?” She’s breathless, pushing harder. “Orgasm means little death?”
“I’m going to finish in my pants if you keep doing that.”
Pressing her face into my neck, she moans, but doesn’t stop. “Me too.”
Oh. I lock my hands behind her hips, and yank her down onto me, thrusting up just as if I was inside her. Fuck. Heat and pressure nearly make me go blind. Her lips find mine again, and she kisses me hard. I grind us together, finding the angle that makes her gasp into my mouth. “Come for me, Julia,” I say.
Faster, I work that angle and press into her clit through the tightness of her jeans. Until she can’t even push back because she’s so close. Her hands are on my shoulders, nails digging into my shirt, and she’s gasping. She doesn’t cry out when she comes, just holding onto me, pressing her face into my neck again. She’s trembling under my hands, quivering, breathing in short gasps. I’m close too, but not quite, and I don’t care. I’ll take care of that later.
I hold Julia close as she comes down from her orgasm. It’s strange how close I feel to her after so short a time, and yet it’s not that strange. We’ve known each other a long time, and it doesn’t matter that we haven’t been close. Clearly we were on each other’s mind. I’ve wanted her for years, but I didn’t know that that want would grow into something deeper. I can already feel that it has. The way I’m holding her now, and the way she’s clinging to me, I don’t want to let go. Ever.
That’s a dangerous feeling. Like cradling a flame. But I’ve never been a person that was afraid of a little danger or of commitment. But it’s so fast, and Julia is still trying to find her feet. I don’t want to terrify her with the idea of something long-term so soon. But if she thinks I’m letting her go, or that I’m put off by the fact that her mom doesn’t like me or that she’s unsure of what she wants to do, she’s wrong.
“I don’t know how you do that,” she murmurs.
“Do what?”
She pulls back and looks at me, eyes shining in the dim light. “Manage to arouse me so much when you’re barely touching me. So much that I just came in my pants.”
“That was your idea,” I say, smirking. Then I drag my hands across her ass. “And I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean, Edward.”
“I do,” I say. “And I’m glad. I like seeing you come.”
Julia kisses me lightly. “You didn’t though.”
“I don’t always have to.”
“Wouldn’t want to be accused of giving you blue balls.”
My laugh fills the car. “I can take care of myself, don’t you worry about that.”
She bites her lip. “Will you think about me?”
“If you think there’s a chance that I wouldn’t, you’d be mistaken.”
“I’ll be thinking about you, knowing that.”
I’m not sure which one of us kisses the other first, but it feels like we’re consuming each other. It’s hot and hard and I don’t even care that there’s going to be an impression of a zipper on my dick.
“I don’t want to take you home,” I say. “But I probably should.”
“Maybe,” she says. “You have to be up early enough to wave goodbye to me in the morning.”
Chuckling, I kiss her gently. “That’s true.”
We hold hands as we drive back to our houses, and I love how comfortable it feels. We share the silence perfectly, neither of us really needing to say anything. When we reach our houses, I open the car door for her and pull her into my arms for a moment, kissing her one last time before she hops the fence and scales the lattice far more gracefully than she descended it. I’m looking forward to the point when we don’t have to hide our relationship like this.
Relationship. Yeah. That’s what it’s going to be. I don’t care that it’s only days old. I’m in.
Julia waves when she climbs through the window, and I wave back before heading inside. I barely make it to my bathroom before I have my cock out of my pants and am turning on the water while I’m stroking myself. It’s entirely possible that this is the hardest that I’ve ever been in my life, and the relief when I release myself from confinement is so great that I almost come right there. But as I grab a little soap and work my hands up and down, visions of this morning fill my head. Julia, with her hair spread on the pillow beneath her, pinned by my hands, mouth filled with my cock. And earlier, the feel of her grinding down onto me and the sound of her breath as she came quiet and hard. God, her panties are probably ruined.
I remember the feeling of sinking into her delicious heat, and that’s all that I can take. I come, exploding into the falling water. It’s an amazing orgasm. Not nearly as good as the ones as I’ve had inside Julia, but a welcome release.
Resting against the shower wall, I catch my breath and rest under the warmth of the water for a moment. I’ve only been away from her for ten minutes and I already can’t wait to see her again. I’m definitely taking her dancing as soon as possible. I can’t wait.
After drying off, I pull on some soft pants and a t-shirt before getting ready for bed. I wasn’t lying earlier; I do have to be up in the morning. That’s what happens when you go out on a weekday.
There’s a knock at my front door just as I’m about to turn out my light, and my heart leaps inside my chest. If Julia decided to sneak out again and come over to spend the night, I certainly won’t complain. I have no doubt my dick could accommodate her.
But when I open the door, it’s not Julia. It’s my older brother, Kevin, with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Hey bro. Happy to see me?”
Fuck.
12
Julia
Just like he promised, Edward waved to me on his way to work this morning. I set my alarm just so I could look out the window and wave. I know he’s not going to turn around and fuck me today, but God I wish that he would. And after he’s gone I turn over and go back to sleep. Mom still thinks that I’m sick, and after last night, I’m still tired.
But when I wake up a few hours later, I notice something that I didn’t when I was waving. There’s a strange car in Edward’s driveway. It looks vaguely familiar, like I may have seen it at some point in the past. Weird. Maybe something happened to Edward’s car?
I don’t have any text messages from him saying that he’s broken down, so I’m satisfied that he’s not on the side of the road. I’ll ask him about it later. In the meantime, I need to get downstairs before Mom thinks that she needs to come give me cold medicine.
Thankfully she doesn’t question more than asking how I’m feeling, and we move on to continuing our work in the living room. But the time afternoon rolls around, I’m looking out the windows from the corner of my eye. I haven’t had the chance to text Edward, but I want to see him. And I can take the trash out, and maybe make an excuse.
How is it that I’m craving him like this after such a short time? It feels crazy and amazing. I’ve always had a crush on him but this feels like way more than that. This feels big and all-encompassing, and so much more than what my mother would describe as being addicted to cock.
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Though I’ll admit that’s a pretty big benefit.
I see his car pull past our house, and my heart starts pounding in my chest. Taking out the trash isn’t going to give me the kind of time that I want. Not that I need hours, but more than the thirty seconds the trash will take. “I’m going to get some coffee,” I say. “Do you want anything?”
Mom looks up from where she’s absorbed in a magazine article. “We have coffee here.”
“I know, but I haven’t been out of the house in a bit. And I just feel like going out for a while. And it can be nice to just have someone make you a cup of coffee sometimes.”
“That’s fair,” she smiles. “I’ll take a coffee, sure.”
“Perfect.”
Running up the stairs, I change quickly into something that says less hobo and more cute. The strange car is still in Edward’s driveway. I’ll ask him about it. I suppose that I could have texted him and told him I was coming, but I like surprises. Hopefully so does he.
I glance back at my house, paranoid for a second that my mom might see me out of the windows. But I find that I don’t care. This is my choice. I may not know the entirety of the reason my mom holds such a huge grudge against every person with a penis, but I don’t have that. And I’m not going to let her dictate my life in that way.
Some people might think that it’s disrespectful, since she’s said she doesn’t want me dating while at home. But I’m an adult. At some point she’ll have to respect that. I can only hope that I can get her on my side. I don’t want my mom to hate my boyfriend.
Is that what Edward is?
The warmth that fills me when I think about that word tells me that I want him to be. I hope he feels the same.
I ring the doorbell, and wait. I’m about to pounce forward and wrap Edward in a hug and a kiss when he opens the door, but I almost fall over trying to stop because the person that opens the door is definitely not Edward. There’s a passing similarity. The same blonde hair and eyes of a darker blue than Edward has.
I’m staring, and I have no idea what to say. Now that I’m looking at this person I think I remember that Edward had an older brother, but he was old enough that he was not around much. I never really knew him.
“Can I help you?” he asks.
I clear my throat. “Yeah, I’m here for Edward?”
He leans against the doorframe. Larger than his brother, he fills the space. Somehow the pose looks intimidating, and I don’t know if he means it to be. He smiles. “You’re Julia.”
“Um…yeah. Who’s asking?”
“Kevin Werlin. Edward’s older brother. I remember you. I know a lot about you.”
So he is the brother like I thought. Okay. “That’s...nice. I guess? I know almost nothing about you.”
Kevin pouts. “You mean you don’t remember me? I remember the way you and your friends used to sunbathe in the back yard.” He waggles his eyebrows. “You put on quite the show.”
A hand lands on his shoulder and hauls him backwards through the door, and Edward appears, face stormy. He steps through the door and I can tell that he wants to reach for me, but he doesn’t. There’s a strange energy going between the two of them, and between Kevin and me. I’m not sure what it is, but I don’t want him to know that Edward and I are together. Not until I can figure out what’s going on.
“Are you okay?” Edward asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “I was just going to—” I pause for a second, swallowing the truth that I want to go get coffee. “I have time now, if you’re okay to go to the store for the ceiling fix. Had a few minutes so I figured I’d ask.”
He gives me a small smile, and looks as relieved as I feel seeing him. “Yes, absolutely.” The look he throws his brother over his shoulder is not a friendly one. “I’ll be back shortly. Try not to destroy the house.”
Kevin rolls his eyes and shuts the door. Edward winces. I look at him, and he gestures to his car. As we’re walking. “I was going to ask whose car it is. But I guess I figured it out.”
“Yeah, that’s Kevin. He showed up unexpectedly last night. Was definitely not a planned visit. He asked if he can stay with me for a bit.”
The way he sighs after that statement tells me it’s not something that he’s looking forward to. Clearly not a lot of lost love between brothers.
“Where are we actually going?” Edward asks as we get into the car, not hesitating to take my hand across the center console.
“Coffee. I want a better latte than I can make here.”
“I can do that,” Edward says. He sounds tired.
I wait a couple of minutes, enjoying the feeling of my hand in his before I ask. “So what’s really going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said that Kevin wanted to stay with you, but you’re not exactly acting like that’s okay. Is there a different reason that he’s here? Besides making strange comments about me sunbathing?”
I don’t miss the way Edward’s jaw tightens. Clearly he’s not pleased. “I’m sorry about that. Believe me when I say that I’ll be having a word. My brother doesn’t exactly think before he opens his mouth. He doesn’t think before he does anything. Ever.”
“Are you all right?”
He sighs again. “I’m fine. There’s a lot of history between us that makes our relationship hard. His marriage isn’t the best. They’ve been on again and off again for several years, and it seems like it’s off again, and it might be for good this time. He needed a place to cool off, so he came here.”
“He’s done this before?”
“Unfortunately.” Edward lifts the hand that he’s holding to his lips and kisses it, never taking his eyes off the road. “He and I are very different people, and even if none of the things he’s done had happened, we would still have a hard relationship because of that.”
I’m still fluttery from the way he kissed my skin, but I try to focus. “I imagine that this will sound a little heartless. But if you don’t want him in your house, can’t you ask him to leave and get a hotel?”
“It’s technically still my parents’ house. It’s mine in everything but name, but it is their name. And they’ve made it clear to me that they want Kevin to have a safe space to retreat to, no matter his history. “
“Can I ask—”
“I’ll tell you,” he says quickly. “I promise I will. Just not right now.”
I lean over and rest my head on his shoulder. “Fair enough. I’d rather just spend time with you anyway. Other than the unexpected company, was your day okay?”
“Long. I wanted to get through it so that I could see you.”
“I was the same,” I say softly. We’re almost to the coffee shop, and we just rest in each other’s company. I think again about the words that popped into my head on his porch. Boyfriend. “Is it weird?” I ask. “To feel this close after a couple days?”
“Maybe. I had the same thought last night. But I don’t care.”
“Neither do I.”
He pulls into the parking space, and I look up at him. “Right before I knocked on your door I was thinking about what I should call you.”
“Call me?”
“I mean…” I can feel the blush creeping up my neck and cheeks. “Are you my boyfriend? Is it too soon to say that?”
Edward takes my face in his hands and kisses me softly. “I don’t want it to be too early to say that.” It almost seems like he wants to say more, but the silence grows large between us. Something feels bigger than just defining a budding relationship, and my stomach does a flip-flop.
Finally, he asks. “Coffee?”
“Yeah.”
We walk hand in hand to the entrance, and he opens the door for me, allowing me to go in first.
“What do I get if I can guess your order?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I try to keep a business face on. “What do you want?”
Edward quickly leans forward and brushes his lips to my ear. “You know what I always wa
nt.”
I shiver. God, how does he manage to do that? “You can always have that.”
“Mmm.” He looks at the menu. “How many guesses do you get?”
“Just the one,” I grin. “Otherwise I’m just handing it to you. If you get it wrong, you can guess again next time.” My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s Mom. “I’ll be right back.” I step outside to take the call. “Hey Mom, you all right?”
“Oh sure, sure.” She doesn’t sound all right. “I was just going to change my order. Can you get me one of those frozen coffee things with the whipped cream? The ones that might as well be a milkshake?”
“A Frappuccino?”
“Yes!” she says it loudly enough that it startles me. “Yes one of those. Chocolate. All the whipped cream.”
That’s weird. My mom isn’t a junk food person, but she’s been doing a lot. It’s nice that she’s treating herself. “Yeah, I can grab one of those for you. I ran into a friend, so it might be a little while, but I’ll bring it back.”
“Okay,” she says, and it sounds fuzzy. “Have fun.”
The line goes dead and I stare at the phone. That was really weird. But then again, my mom hasn’t been herself for a while now. I suppose I haven’t really considered the possibility of a mid-life crisis, but maybe I should.
A voice comes from behind me. “I know it’s a little cliché, but do you come here often?”
That’s not Edward. “Excuse me?” I turn around, and between me and the door of a coffee shop is a man. A large man, broad and tall. He’s not bad looking, but the expression on his face puts me instantly on edge.
“I don’t know you, but I’d like to.”
I smile, but it’s not a real smile. It’s that smile everyone learns early—pacifying and gentle. Not trying to make him angry. “Um, that’s okay. I’m actually here with someone.”
“I heard,” he says with a feral smile, and takes a step closer. “A friend. Baby, I can be more than a friend.”
He’s invading my space now, and there’s a table behind me. I am not able to step back any further. “I think I’m happy with my current friends, I’d just like to get some coffee.”
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