Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Opal
I glide my hand along the surface of the water, ripples teasing my fingertips, body supine on a smooth white pool float the size of my old apartment.
I can't believe I'm here. I can't believe I'm actually at Julian Lennox's house. In Julian Lennox's pool.
The house is a little intimidating. The pool is enormous and there's a hot tub that's been almost whisper-quiet since he turned it on. The grand lawn stretches out around me. The house is in a modern style that skews slightly gothic, with thick forest-green curtains framing the arched windows.
My phone rings.
It's him.
"Hey there," I coo in my most seductive voice possible. "What's your name?"
"Julian. Yours?"
"I can be whoever you want me to be," I say. I bite my thumbnail. "What are you in the mood for? A librarian named Sue? A waitress named Tiffany?"
"How about an angel named Opal?"
Oh my god. My heart is soaring.
"That sounds okay to me," I say.
"Tell me," he rasps, "how was your first day at your new job?"
"It was okay." I sink down deeper into the pool float.
"Just okay?"
"Yeah," I say. "I feel like I didn't reach my full potential."
"What do you mean?"
"Hm," I hum, tracing my fingertips along the water, "I only got to talk to my client once. It was a little bit of a letdown, if I'm being honest."
"Tell me more," he says.
"Well, I didn't really… satisfy my client."
"Did he satisfy you?" he says, voice smokey.
"Yes." I bite my lip and drag my fingers along the surface of the decadently warm water. "But that wasn't supposed to be part of the arrangement."
He begins to speak, but of course, at the most inopportune moment, my phone slides out of my hand and bounces onto the pool float, then plops into the water.
“Damn it,” I mutter.
I scoot to the edge of the pool and dive in to get my phone. It's going to be water-damaged. Horribly, horribly water-damaged. As I kick my way up to the surface, I see Mr. Lennox standing there through the rippling blue water.
"Got it," I say, putting the phone on the edge of the pool. I shake my head to get the water out of my ears, wringing out my long, soaked hair. "There you go."
He extends a hand to me. I take it, my own hand disappearing in his powerful grasp. I ready myself to do most of the heavy lifting to hoist myself up, but he completely takes over, plucking me from the water with the greatest of ease.
My feet find solid ground just a few inches away from him, but they falter and I bump into him, my chest flattening against his hard body.
He reaches down to grab my hands and plucks me out of the water. I land on solid ground, his arms wrapping around me as my fingertips land on his chest.
"Sorry about that," I say with a little smile.
"It's okay," he says. "We don't need it. You don't work for me anymore."
"I don't?"
"Fuck no." A huge grin stretches across his face. "And you will never work for me again. I have much bigger plans for you."
I wonder what he means by that. My lips curl into a giddy, half-cocked smile. I think I have an idea.
The air between us is electric. It's fire . The steam from the pool is rising up above us, whispering through the air, the heat from my body wicking it away and making it evaporate into the ether.
But my hair is still wild and soaking wet, hanging down in front of my shoulders, resting on the swell of my tits in this ridiculously small pink string bikini. My nipples are puckered. The inside of my swim briefs are slippery and wet.
He strips his shirt off. My mouth pops open in awe when I see what he's working with. Beneath that black t-shirt, he's got the sexiest body known to man. His shoulders are broad, but like the rest of his body, the muscles are lean, not part of some buffed-up exterior.
I wonder what the rest of him looks like. As jacked as this? As thick and strong as this?
He bunches up his shirt and tosses it onto the nearest recliner.
Taking his shirt off has knocked loose something that was clinging to his skin. I can now smell him, and I mean really smell him. The faint scent of golden oak and brandy. My core tenses up, my teeth grabbing hold of my lower lip.
"I want to see how good you look lying by the pool," he says, taking my hand.
I go ahead of him and swing my hips as I walk to the recliner. I lay down and stretch my arms over my head.
"Pretty fucking good," he growls, palming his dick. "Now that I have that view burned into my eyes, I want more."
I scoot to the edge of the recliner as he sits on the one next to mine. We're face-to-face.
I swear he gets more gorgeous every time I look at him. His eyes are sharper yet more dreamy at the same time. He's making me feel bold. Like I can do no wrong. Like he's a safety net. Like he'll never judge me.
"Spread your legs," he says, his eyes glued to my pussy.
"Tell me more about the plans you have for me," I say, "and I just might."
"You'll be doing something more important than being at my beck and call 24/7."
"I can't think of anything more important than that."
I spread my legs a little as his jaw tenses. With every little movement of his eyes, my body gets hotter and hotter. I think I'm going to explode if he doesn't pounce on me soon.
His dick is growing at a staggering rate until it's standing completely erect inside his swim trunks. I swallow thickly. He's big. He's really, really big. He palms his cock through his shorts. I whimper softly as I slide my finger just inside the band of my bikini bottoms.
He takes his cock out. The thing unfurls from his shorts. He fists it up and down, every inch making me wonder how it's going to feel inside me.
"Want to hear about my plan?" he rasps, running his hand up and down his cock.
"Please," I say. "I need to know exactly what it's going to entail." My cheeks blush. "Tell me everything."
"First you're going to touch that pussy," he says. "Pull that bikini to the side and let me see."
A breath huffs out of my lungs as I peel my bikini to the side.
"I fucking love that it's bare." He lets out a groan. "Better for me to see every little detail."
I inch my fingers toward my clit and make small, tight circles around it. The pressure inside me is going to burst soon. I want him to see it. I want him to see everything.
"God, you are so fucking perfect," he says, brow furrowing.
He's looking at me the way no one has ever looked at me before. He is lavishing all of his attention on me. I can smell it. I can taste it. It's absolutely delicious.
His thick hand jerks up and down, up and down. My gaze swings like a vertical pendulum. I don't want to miss a single second of this. I'm consumed. Encompassed. I slide my finger down to my opening and whimper when I feel how wet I am. I'm completely soaked.
"I am going to take this pussy raw," he rasps. "It's what I've wanted since day one."
The breath gets sucked out of my lungs.
"Keep rubbing your clit," he says, his eyes dark and intense, locked between my legs. "I want to see that pussy cum."
"Oh my god," I whisper.
"Fuck this," he says under his voice. "I need it now."
He reaches out and grabs the edge of the recliner I'm on. He yanks it toward him until it hits his knees, my legs splayed out around his thighs.
I hold my breath as I watch his fingers slowly untie the laces on the sides of my pink bikini bottoms. He peels it away and tosses it aside. He looks down at me, totally exposed.
"This little pussy isn't the only thing that's bare," he says, gripping his dick.
"My cock is going to be bare. Every time.
I am going to shoot so deep inside you that you'll need to stay in bed all fucking day and night.
I'm not wasting a drop. My cock will be hard inside you before you can even blink.
I'll have your pussy like a tight seal around my dick. "
I gasp as he stands up and kicks his recliner out of the way. With a loud scrape on the stone pavers, it catapults into the pool. I laugh as Julian pounces on me and kisses my lips, a slow and steady dance between our tongues.
"I'm in fucking heaven," he says, pulling away.
He falls to his knees in front of me, spreading my lips apart and making a long, steady lick around my clit.
I tense up and my head falls back. A kaleidoscope of colors and shapes bursts behind my eyelids.
"Oh my god," I moan. "This is heaven. Heaven on earth."
Breaths huff out of my core as I watch the way this possessive man creates pure magic between my legs.
He wraps his lips around it and sucks gently, putting his hand on my knee and spreading my thighs as wide as they'll go.
My juices are dripping everywhere, and he props his hand under my ass to tease me.
I swallow thickly as an entirely new feeling crashes into me like a wave.
He sneaks a finger down to my back hole, pressing on it lightly and sliding his finger against it.
"Oh my god," I let out with a choked sigh. "Oh my god."
He hums and flicks his tongue against my clit, slipping a finger inside my slick channel, curling it up, getting deeper, deeper, my hips rolling and my knees shaking until the release hits me.
My back arches as clear blue light seems to shoot out like a million tiny pin-pricks on my heavy, aching limbs. I cry out, eyes shut tightly, the entire universe opening up before me.
A universe with him. Always.
"Oh my god," I moan, head tilted back.
He wraps his arms around me and brings me into his lap as he sits on the edge of the recliner, where my bare, wet, aching pussy is pushing right up against his cock.
I whimper and look down between us.
A huge spurt of precum shoots up and hits him in the stomach.
"Holy shit," I gasp.
"You like that?" he says, giving me a devilish grin. "You like seeing what you do to your man's cock?"
"Yes," I whisper, transfixed by his eyes. The only thing in the world is me and him. Everything's been narrowed down to just us. It's mind-bending. It's life-changing. "As a matter of fact, I love it."
I get down on my knees, tracing my fingers down his chiseled stomach, dragging them to the base of his cock.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he groans as I wrap my lips around it. He looks down and pushes my hair away, tucking it behind my ears. "You are a fucking ace at sucking my cock. You sure you've never done this before?"
I moan and my eyes flutter closed as I work my lips downward. The taste of him in the back of my throat is making me addicted, one stroke at a time.
I lick up and down the full length, reveling in the moment. This was totally worth the wait. I love that he kept me at arm's length until he was ready to tell me exactly what was in store for me. I was able to savor the anticipation with every single second that ticked by.
"Fucking hell," he whispers, shifting his hips up. "Keep going like that, and I'll have no choice but to take it away from you."
I take my mouth away and grip my hand around it, making smooth motions up and down. My clit is burning and aching.
"Why would you take it away?"
Again, I feel the sting of inadequacy. It's so silly, I realize that, because I wouldn't be here if he didn't really want me here, but that feeling of being lesser-than, the fact that I'm inexperienced, slips into my mind.
He grins.
"Because I am not cumming anywhere but inside that sweet little pussy."
Oh. I feel a fresh supply of juices dripping out of me.
"I like that answer," I whisper.
"Oh do you?"
He stands up and yanks his swim trunks down, then pulls me into his lap, my legs spread wide around his massive thighs.
"I can't believe you saved it for me," he says, then ravages my lips. "I was already gone for you, but now I feel like I could take on the fucking world."
"Let's focus on one thing at a time," I say, arching my back, making my pussy rub up against him.
"One thing at a time," he rasps, kissing the line of my jaw. "All of it leading up to getting your hot little body knocked up."
My head falls back and he kisses my throat.
"Is that part of your plan?" I mutter.
He slides his hand up the back of my head.
"The ultimate part." A growl rumbles through him. "Locking you down. Keeping you forever."
He squeezes my ass as our tongues tangle at an achingly slow pace. I moan against his lips, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. My juices are coating his cock like my body knows I need him in me.
"Ready to take this cock?"
"So ready," I say.
He teases my opening with the thick head, breaching slowly. My head falls back and he catches it, tangling his hand through my hair. Brightness burns inside me. He goes in another inch and I rock my hips until I slide all the way down.
"Oh my god," I gasp. "Julian."
"Opal." He cups my cheeks and looks into my eyes. "The only name I want to ever say again. Opal ."
There's nothing more perfect than this very moment. Eyes locked, his thumb brushing against my cheek, my breasts pushed up against him, his cock deep inside me.
The fullness is insane. It's like he's everywhere. He yanks my bikini top off and starts licking and sucking my tits, grazing his teeth against my erect nipples, squeezing my ass as I ride him, our bodies slick with sweat and heat.
"It's yours forever," he whispers against my lips. "The only one. God. I can't get enough."
He handles me like my body belongs to him.
And he's right to think that. Because I do. I am his.
With languid motions I ride his cock, hands behind me, on his thighs, fingers squeezing.
The pressure inside me builds until I'm right on the razor's edge of complete bliss. Julian reaches down between us and rubs circles against my clit. His fingers lace through my hair as the release crests inside me, washing over me, hitting me in spots only he will ever know about.
"Fuck," he growls, "my beautiful angel."
He explodes inside me, planted to the hilt, and my collapsing walls compete with his growing thickness. There's clenching and pulsing and the warm sensation of his cum splashing and coating my insides.
"Babe," I pant, forehead slick with sweat, a symphony of angels singing inside my soul.
Julian kisses up and down my throat. He pulls away, a satisfied grin stretching across his lips as pure contentment settles inside me.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder and rubs my back with an open palm as I breathe against his chest.
"You and me now," he whispers. "Just you and me."
And my heart soars.