Embracing Juliette (Texas Heroes: Station 9 #1)

Chapter 12

12

Juliette

R eality crashed down as I returned to earth after the most mind shattering orgasm I’d ever experienced. Dylan had just told me he wanted to take things slow. Then he’d kissed me, and I humped him senseless like an animal in heat.

In my defense, he had described jerking off to thoughts of me in excruciating detail, and he’d groaned my name against my mouth, sending the rumble of his deep voice vibrating through me. The need in his voice had awakened a need in me. His hands and body had sent heat and pleasure ricocheting through my body. But still, we were fully dressed, and I was the only one who got off, jerking and writhing on top of him while he just watched.

With my face buried against his chest, I tried to slink off his lap, but his gentle yet firm hands held me in place. He slid his hands up to my shoulders, and I tensed, readying myself to look at him again. I’d just had the best day of my life with Dylan. I couldn’t stand to see rejection in his eyes now. He searched my face. I forced myself to hold his eye contact and braced for his rebuke. His disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I tried to move off his lap again, but he held me in place.

“What the hell are you sorry for? That was amazing.”

“But—I...you didn’t…”

“Juls, please stay here and listen to me. I’m afraid that if you put space between us, you’re not going to come back so easily, and I really like having you here, okay?”

Holy shit, he was intense. I liked being in his arms, too, so I nodded my acquiescence.

“If you’re referring to me saying I didn’t want to take things too far tonight, trust me, I wanted every second of that. If you’re worried that I didn’t come, it’s okay. Your pleasure will always come first. Later, I’m going to picture you having the sexiest orgasm I’ve ever seen, and I’ll blow my load with barely a touch.”

I held his warm, dark gaze and hoped I wasn’t drooling like a lovesick puppy. Or like a dog waiting to devour the meaty bone dangling just out of reach.

“Is that seriously how you’re going to make me not want you?”

He threw his head back and laughed and it was mesmerizing to watch.

“Can I…can I do it?”

“No, baby. I’m just happy you came. Don’t worry about me.”

“Oh.” Maybe he didn’t want me the same way I wanted him.

“Juls, look at me.” He waited for me to look up before continuing. “It would be a fantasy come true to have your hands on me. I just don’t want to ask for more than you’re comfortable with.”

I looked him straight in the eyes. “I want to.”

His lips parted in sensuous anticipation, his eyes dark and smoldering as they slowly dropped to my mouth and lifted back to hold my gaze with a look that could fuel my own fantasies. “You want to jerk me off?”

“Yes.”

“Then, God, I can’t wait for you to touch me.”

He cupped the side of my face and pulled me in for a sweet, lingering kiss. I trailed my hand down, over his pecs, over the ridges of his six pack, and rubbed my hand over the outline of his long, hard dick. He moaned and deepened the kiss, but I pulled away, dropping to my knees in front of him.

I opened his button and zipper, and he lifted his hips and pulled down his jeans and boxers until his dick sprang free. His very impressive dick.

I swirled my fingers around the head, fascinated by his length and width and the way he responded to my touch. I swiped the drops of liquid from the tip and wrapped my fingers around him.

He hissed as I slid my hand down. Shit. Was that a good sound or bad? I looked up to see his face. Did I hurt him?

“So good, Juls.”

Thank God. I continued pumping my hand up and down, trying to keep a steady rhythm. I put my mouth over him, just the tip at first, licking and teasing, then I held him at the base and took him as far in my mouth as I could, and I moved my hand and mouth up and down together, concentrating on keeping a steady pace. Up and down, up and down, squeeze and suck. I grabbed his balls and pulled gently.

“Juls,” he groaned, his hips jerking under me. He grabbed my hair and held on and, fuck, that was hot. Shit, my movements were totally erratic. I was just sucking and touching and playing with him, and I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but he seemed to like it, so I tightened my grasp and kept going. He tightened his grip on my hair, and I sucked and squeezed harder and sped up, and, fuck, I was all over the place, and I didn’t know if I was doing it right.

“Holy fuck, Juliette! I’m going to come.”

Yes! He liked it! I hummed a response and his dick twitched in my hand.

“Pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth.”

I took him deeper in my mouth and sucked, and seconds later, he came in my mouth. I slowed and gentled my movements, only pulling away when he was completely finished.

Dylan grabbed me under my arms and hauled me up to straddle him once again. “You okay?” he asked as he rubbed my knees.

“I’m good.”

“Baby,” he groaned, “that was amazing.”

“Yeah? It was good?” I hated the uncertainty that wobbled in my voice, but it was too late to take it back now.

“Juliette, that was beyond good. Your hands, your mouth, the way you played with my balls. I came so hard in your mouth. It’s not usually that quick. That’s because of you.”

I searched his eyes, carefully assessing the truth of his words, and he held my gaze patiently, satisfaction and gentleness shining through. No sign of deceit or disappointment.

Warmth filled my chest, and I felt a goofy grin on my face, but I couldn’t help it. I felt like a teenager, giddy after fooling around with a boy for the first time. Hell, it had been so long, it practically was like my first time again. Even better than the first time, though, because back then it was all innocence and hope. Now I knew how lucky I was that Dylan seemed as into it as I was.

After the sexual disaster of my last relationship, feeling Dylan come, knowing I’d done that for him, made me feel like I could do anything. I couldn’t wait to go down on him again. I hoped he’d want me to do it again.

I’d only been intimate with two guys. Matt and I were each other’s firsts, and we’d figured everything out together. Sex was messy and amateur and fun.

Then there was Jake. Jake clearly had way more experience than Matt or me. He had tricks up his sleeve, or should I say, down his pants, that I’d never known before. At first, it was exciting to be with Jake. But what had started as him taking the lead because he had more experience turned into him taking the lead because I had no rhythm, which is apparently important during sex. Coordination is apparently important too. So is making the right kinds of moans and noises. We stayed together for a while longer, rarely having sex, then still longer with no sex or kissing or touching, until eventually it became clear that he just didn’t want to have sex with me , and that was the end of our relationship.

I’d been on a few dates since, but none led anywhere. So to say it had been a long time since I’d had sex, or fooled around at all, or even felt sexy, was a huge understatement. What just happened with Dylan was nothing short of a miracle. My uncoordinated hands and my unrhythmic movements made him come. Take that, Jake, you big jerk.

Dylan pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts and back into the moment when he shifted me off his lap and onto the couch next to him. He pulled his pants back up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Before I could worry that he moved me off his lap, he pulled me close into his side.

His warm touch and the steady rising and falling of his chest was lulling me to sleep, but I tried to fight it. I wanted to treasure every moment of this magical day.

“Juliette, baby, you’re falling asleep. I should take you home, but now that I have you here, I don’t want to let you go. Will you stay tonight?”

Hell yes! In my head I jumped up, squealing and doing a happy dance, but out loud I simply said, “Yes.”

“Would you rather stay here on the couch or go to my bed?”

“Bed.”

He stood, pulling me into his arms like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not because I worried he’d drop me, but just because I wanted to be as close to him as possible.

He carried me into his bedroom and laid me gently on his bed, which was neatly made with a soft navy blue blanket. He watched me for a moment before gently brushing a curl back behind my ear. That curl would never stay there, but that’s okay. He could repeat the sweet motion all night and I’d still crave more. “I love your curly hair. It has a life of its own.”

I blinked back tears. Laying in his bed, his gentleness, his words. It was too much. “Thank you.”

He looked at me in that assessing way he had. He didn’t miss a thing. “That means something to you.”

“I like it, too. But a lot of people, including my mom and my ex-boyfriend, prefer it straight.”

“You look so sweet, but then you have these wild curls, too strong to tame. I love the juxtaposition of it, and it fits you perfectly. There’s so many sides to you, and I can’t wait to discover all of them. And, Juls, so far I like everything I see.”

I reached for his hand that was playing with my hair and pulled it in to press a kiss to his palm. I had no words. He looked like he understood, though. He caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead before standing. He walked to his closet and returned with a t-shirt that he handed to me. “Go get ready for bed. There’s a toothbrush in the bottom drawer that you can use.”

I got up from the bed, trying to look more coordinated than a turtle stuck on its back, and made my way to the bathroom. I opened the drawer and found an unopened toothbrush with a dentist’s name printed on it and an unopened bar of soap, along with a first aid kit, a bottle of ibuprofen, and a pain relief cream. I frowned, hating the thought of him getting injured at work and needing any of them. I relieved myself, rinsed my face, and brushed my teeth. The toothpaste tasted like Dylan’s kisses. I got undressed, except for my underwear which I left on, and I put his t-shirt on. It had the Station 9 logo on the chest, hung down almost to my knees, and smelled like Dylan. I was never giving it back.

I walked out of the bathroom, trying to look smooth and confident, but the moment I saw Dylan sitting at the edge of the bed, looking delectable in just a pair of black boxer briefs, I froze. He was so muscular, so sexy, so perfect.

But Jake’s voice was in my head. Why are you walking like that? Are you hurt? That was his response the one time I tried to put a little extra sway in my step when I walked to him. Shut up, asshole, I said to the voice in my head. Dylan likes me.