Chapter 10
Jules
I ’m not sure what the fuck I’m doing, but watching my brother leave with his woman, and Pops not only with Mama Debs but with Juno as well, all I knew is that I didn’t really want to sit in my house alone. Which is fucking nuts when you think not long ago it’s all I would have wanted. It’s insidious how I went from preferring my own space, only venturing out to the clubhouse to hang out or fuck around, to a man who actually enjoys eating dinner with a baby and the woman who takes care of her.
Violet’s dark gaze bores into mine for a moment, before a smile tips the corners of her lush lips and she places her bag down on the floor.
“Not wanting peace and quiet just yet?” She raises her perfect, dark brow. It’s amazing how this woman can read me so easily but instead of sympathy for a 37 year old man who doesn’t want to be alone, she instead teases, which goes a long way to making me not freak out about my sudden neediness.
“Something like that.” I reply .
The latin beats playing over my ridiculously expensive sound system move from frantic to slow, the sound washing over me, causing the tension to leave my body. I hold a hand out to Vi, an invitation. She stares at it as if I might bite her, but instead of cracking a joke or making a snarky comment, I wait her out.
Her eyes meet mine and she gives me a quick jerk of her chin, having made her decision. Slipping her soft hand into mine, her palm swallowed up by my giant mitt, I pull her close and then start to sway. She relaxes into me, letting out a sweet sigh before jerking back and looking up at me.
“I can’t guarantee that I won’t squeal and laugh like Juno if you shimmy me backwards,” she grins, almost stealing my breath with how gorgeous she is.
It’s not the first time either. When I walked in the door earlier and saw her plump ass shaking to the beat I almost swallowed my tongue. I stood like a creeper, taking it all in, and much like Shakira, Vi’s hips don’t lie either. I had visions of her working those thick hips as she rode me and then, she shimmied forward and the most amazing sound came out of Juno. Instantly I forgot my cock and the images in my brain and alI I could see was the most beautiful woman in the world laughing with the little girl that causes my chest to ache. It was so fucking magical that I had to demand she do it again, and again until she handed over Juno and it was my turn. Fuck, it was a moment that is seared into my brain.
Gazing down at Vi, her upturned face smiling softly at me, I can’t help myself. I lean forward, closing the space between us and I take her mouth as she lets out a soft gasp. I start gently at first, tasting, teasing, but the little minx has other plans. Ripping her hand from mine she brings both hands up, gripping the back of my head, angling me where she wants me before she devours my lips. I probe her mouth with my tongue, and she meets me, taste for taste. She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met. She’s hard but soft, a smartass but sensitive. There’s just something about her and even though she can drive me to distraction one moment, the next she can smooth things over with a few words.
My hands cup her face as the heat between us grows more and more intense. A shiver runs down my spine when she tugs my shirt out of my trousers and runs her soft palms up my stomach, over my chest where she rests them. I pull back and stare at her, half lidded with desire, her pupils blown wide.
“Two can play that game,” I growl, staring her in the face as I tug her shirt up over her head and run my large palms up her soft stomach, a whimper leaving her bruised lips.
“Jules,” she gasps and whatever blood isn’t in my cock makes its way down south and in a hurry.
“Tell me that you want this,” I mumble, sucking the soft skin at the base of her throat. “Tell me that you want me,”
She inhales sharply when I nip at the top of her breast, just above the lace of her bra. “Yes, Jules, I want you, so bad. Make me feel good, make me come,” she whispers, her hands cupping my face as she tugs me until we’re eye to eye and she’s capturing my lips. That’s what I needed to hear, her consent, her willingness to have me touch her, on top of her, inside her.
Running my hands down her body I grip her lush ass and drag her up my body until she’s high enough to wrap those thick thighs around my waist.
“Oh god, Josh could never do this!” she cackles, and I give her ass a swat.
“You don’t talk about that fucker when you’re in my arms. In fact, you don’t talk about that fucker at all,” I growl. Fuck him. She raises a brow at me and I scoff, “I’m not saying please.”
She throws her head back and laughs, the tinkling sound soothing my anger. I kick the door to my bedroom closed and then toss her on the bed, my eyes devouring her as she lies back against the pillow, her messy bun askew and her cheeks flushed. Damn if she doesn’t look like she belongs there.
“Take your clothes off, Vi.” She stares at me for a moment. “Please.”
She smirks, raising to her knees on the bed. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck, I almost come in my pants as soon as the words leave her mouth, but I wont let her know that. Instead I raise my brow, “I thought you didn’t like being told what to do?”
She shrugs one shoulder, her large tits bouncing gently now that her bra is dangling from her finger before she flicks it at me. “I didn’t think so either. But now that I’m half naked and horny? I kinda like it.” She bites her lip and gives me a little coy smile.
I let out a groan, running my hand down my face to try and get myself under control. How the fuck I have this woman here, in my bed, and she doesnt want to stab me or kick my ass for being a dickhead is beyond me. My eyes devour her as she rises to standing on the bed, her hips winding and rolling as she unbuttons her jeans, pulling the zipper down achingly slow. I swear I hear the sound of each individual tooth on that zipper being undone. Just when I think I can’t take anymore she smirks, turns her back to me and ever so slowly peels the denim down her plump ass, over her thighs and down her legs, revealing a tiny black string hidden between her two, perfectly plump globes.
“Fuck me,” I rasp, gripping my cock hard. Not sure if for relief or for punishment .
She looks over her shoulder at me, her pink lips ticking up., “What next, sir?”
Violet
I have no goddamn clue what has come over me. Never in my life have I been submissive in any way, shape or form, and yet, here, in this room, Jules telling me what to do has heat pooling between my thighs. I know he’s an intense kind of guy, but seeing him like this, almost unhinged in his want for me, it’s making me feel a whole bunch of things that I shouldn’t be feeling. I mean hell, it’s only been a day since I was unceremoniously and racistly dumped by a guy I really liked. Even if now the rose tinted glasses are off, I can see how flawed we actually were.
“Out of your head, Vi.” My eyes shoot to Jules’ whiskey pools, his pupils blown wide, gripping his cock through his pants. “Eyes on me, beautiful. There’s no room for anyone or anything other than you and me. Got it?”
I nod my head, pulling myself out of my head.
“Need your words, Vi,” he demands, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, one tiny button at a time, revealing a chest dusted with the right amount of hair. His hands stop when I don’t answer, frozen in time. My mouth has stopped working, my brain foggy as the lust swirls through me.
“Y-yes, sir,” I stammer because hot damn this man, gah! I need a taste, I can’t just stand here with my tits out and my jaw hanging.
I move to the end of the bed, dropping down to bounce on my butt before standing toe to boot with Jules. I grip his belt, making short work of it while he peels his shirt off, revealing a hard chest, toned abs and a delicious happy trail leading down to the part of him I want to taste the most.
His belt comes free, and I quickly pop the button on his pants before shoving them down his thighs, leaving him in his tight black boxers that do nothing to hide his cock. The purple head peeking out the top, precum glistening in the low lighting. I swipe my thumb over it, massaging it in just a little before bringing it to my lips, and sucking in his essence. My eyes close of their own accord and a shiver runs through me when Jules growls, hooking me under the arms and tossing me on the bed. That’s the second time he’s done it and I’m loving the sheer savagery of his need.
Before I blink he’s hooked my knees in his hands and folded me damn near in half, legs together, knees to my chest. I can’t see his face from behind my thick thighs, but I know exactly what he’s doing as he runs his nose up and down my pussy lips once, twice, only to replace it with his tongue.
A meep sound escapes before a long groan is pulled from me. Holy shit he has a talented tongue. At moments wide and flat, other times little laps, batting my center before sucking gently on my clit. My hips buck and my legs kick out, but he’s not deterred. He slowly spreads my legs, wider, wider still until I’m almost in a split, pussy spread wide and bared for him.
“Jesus fucking christ, look at you.” His gaze devours me, as if unable to decide where he wants to look first. “Arms over your head, grip the headboard and don’t let go.”
I open my mouth for I don’t know what reason and a harsh slap lands on my pussy before he licks the sting away. I frown down at him and he raises that stupid dark brow.
“Did I say you could talk?” He stares me down for a moment, before a smirk grows on his face, causing me to frown down at him. “Not another word, babe. All I want to hear out of you are your screams of ecstasy.
That cocky asshole! I should argue, fight back but oh my god that talented tongue of his has all thoughts flying out of my brain and my hips humping his stupid bossy face. The stubble from his face abrades my thighs, causing a delicious counterpoint to his soft, wet mouth. His rough hands hold me around my waist, propped just above my hips, as if they belong there. He devours my pussy, pulling me down onto his tongue and then pushing me up slightly, fucking me with his mouth.
My groans and pants fill the room and I can feel my core tightening, building up into something huge, something fucking awesome. I grip the headboard as hard as I can, white knuckling it as my legs begin to shake and my toes curl, my eyes slam shut and a guttural groan leaves my body as stars burst behind my eyes and the tension explodes out of me.
“Fuck yes, thats it’s babe, cum on my tongue, give it all to me,” Jules groans, lapping at me, as if trying to get out every drop.
I lay twitching and groaning on the bed, my core clenching over and over with my waning orgasm, wanting more, to be filled. Jules reads my mind because he kneels up on the bed, kneeing one of my wayward thighs out of the way, lining his sheathed cock up at my entrance. I don’t even know when or how he put that on, but I’m beyond caring. If he doesn’t fill me now, we’re going to have problems.
“Please, Jules, Sir, whatever, I need you to fill me up, please!” I beg, my words tailing off on a whine.
I’m not sure if we’re still doing the bossy sir thing or not, and I don’t much care at the moment either. I open my heavy lids, stare up into Jules’ handsome face, silently pleading.
He growls and thrusts forward, sheathing himself in one quick movement and stealing my breath. He’s huge, wide, filling me up until I feel like I’m going to burst.
“It’s too much,” I pant, wiggling my hips to accommodate him.
“No, it’s just fucking right.” He lays his weight on my chest and he feels so right. His chest hair grazes my nipples, making them impossibly tighter as he pulls his hips back slightly, and then rams himself back in, his heavy balls bouncing off my ass.
“Ugh, Jules! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” I’m speaking in tongues now. First it was too much, and now it’s not enough.
He leans back on his haunches, his hands going back to my waist, pulling me on and off his cock in time with his thrusts. His gaze is on my breasts, bouncing with the rhythm, and all I can do is drop my hands down to his powerful thighs, gripping onto them as the muscles ripple underneath my hands.
My head is thrown back with bliss and then I feel a pinch on my clit, Jules gripping my pussy in his hand. “Hands. On. The. Headboard,” he grits out, jaw set as sweat rolls down his forehead, a bead dripping off his chin and down his fantastic chest.
I do as he says, and instead of loosening his grip on my pussy he leans forward and lets a string of saliva drip down onto my core, spreading it with his thumb. Sparks flare behind my eyes and I throw my head back, my body feels like one exposed nerve that is being toyed with by Jules Tombs. He powers in and out of me and the dam bursts suddenly, surprising me with its speed and intensity as my orgasm takes over my body, “Jules!”
“Fuck yes! Squirt all over my fucking cock, just. Like. That.” On his last thrust his hips stutter and he lets out a long, low groan, his chest rising and falling rapidly, head tipped back looking like a fucking bronze god. “Fuck your pussy is squeezing me so tight holy shit, shit, shit,” he groans again and his hips stutter once more as if he has more to give.
His head tips down to gaze at me and he stares for a moment, his heavy lidded eyes taking me in, from the top of my head down to where he is still connected to me. Inside me. His gaze comes back to mine and I see the look of the man that I met months ago. His walls have come back up and I feel exposed, stupid. He looks down at his cock, gripping the base with this hand as he withdraws himself, holding the condom in place because god forbid any of his cum leak out and into me.
He strides to the attached bathroom, and I admire the ass on the ass before I roll to my side, my post-coital bliss slowly leaving my body to be replaced with mortification. What the hell did I just do? With the man that has harder walls to break through than Fort Knox. I got caught up. Holy crap I had a boyfriend yesterday! I get up, scuttling around looking for my clothing, pulling it on hastily. Jules still hasn’t said a word, instead he’s staring past my shoulder as if he can’t stand to be in the same room as me.
“Jules?” I ask, just in case I’m not reading him correctly. I know that he doesn’t ever sleep with women one on one, which I’m guessing is some type of weird trauma response, but I thought he was on board with everything we did. He seemed pretty damn fine with it.
“Yeah, um, look, I just, I don’t sleep with women like that, ever. And if you’re waiting around for me to ask you to stay then you got the wrong man. I’m an asshole, Violet.” Violet, not Vi. “You’ll do well to remember that.”
I set my jaw, ready to argue and then I think what’s the point? Really? I have no business imagining anything other than what this was with Jules. A lonely man and an emotionally confused woman. That’s all. No matter how much my heart thinks it wants it to be more. No matter how much the scene with him and me and his little girl in the living room burrowed into my heart and made me want things I have no business wanting. Not with this man, and not now.
I turn, walking out of his room, down the hall, through the open plan dining and living room, stopping only to pick up my overnight bag, and then I walk out of his house.