Chapter 9
Jason
It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m sitting across from Gemma inside a seafood restaurant for a late lunch after walking around the city for five hours.
Our feet are aching, and our stomachs are growling, but at least Gemma managed to have a good time and experience as much of Sydney as we could pack into a few hours.
Now we’re finally cooling off inside the airconditioned restaurant, eagerly waiting for our meals.
“Thank you for today, Jason,” Gemma says, flashing her usual radiant smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever walked this much in my entire life, but it was absolutely worth it. I had a lot of fun.”
“I’m glad to hear. It was definitely a good day—a little hot, but overall, very productive. I’m sorry we didn’t get to see everything we had planned to. Time just slipped away from us. But if you’re interested, I’d love to show you the rest another day.”
Gemma’s eyes widen, sparkling with enthusiasm. “Oh, I would absolutely love that,” she says, her voice tinged with excitement. “Only if it’s not too much trouble for you.”
I wave her off with a slight shake of my head. “It’s no trouble at all. I was thinking we could go again next Sunday. Jake will be at his mum’s that day, and I’ll only need to stop by the restaurant for a couple of hours in the afternoon. We’ll have the rest of the night all to ourselves.”
“Okay then! It’s a date!” She grins, her expression brimming with delight.
Moments later, our meals arrive. Mine is a crispy-skinned barramundi with steamed vegetables, while Gemma ordered the crispy-skinned salmon with Asian slaw. We dive into our meals, pausing once in a while to exchange casual remarks.
We’ve been slowly getting to know each other better, sharing a few general facts about our life.
I discovered that she hails from a family of cattle farmers in Central Queensland, yet was raised in an all-girls boarding school.
She also told me about her time studying business administration at uni, all while juggling part-time jobs as a waitress and a receptionist at a gym.
At twenty-eight years old, she has never been in a serious relationship or travelled abroad. While these aren’t inherently negative things, she doesn’t seem to have any strong passions or long-term aspirations, which is so opposite to Elena, and even Mila.
Don’t get me wrong, I respect Gemma’s tenacity in cruising through life, but surely she desires more than just simply working different jobs and relocating to random cities.
I hadn’t realised I was staring at her like a creep until she cleared her throat and asked if something was wrong.
I shake my head and offer her a small smile. “Sorry, there’s nothing wrong. I just zoned out for a second there. My mind tends to do that when it’s overthinking.”
“What’s on your mind?” she asks with a curious frown.
“I’m thinking I’d like to get to know you more—your interests, your goals, or perhaps your short-term plans, the whole works.”
“Oh… umm… well... I don’t have many interests,” she admits, a faint note of embarrassment threading through her voice.
“Really? Not a single one?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Do you enjoy reading, music, travelling, food, fitness… Anything?” I press.
“Oh, I enjoy shopping and hitting the gym, though I wouldn’t say I’m passionate about them.
To be honest, I’ve never really taken the time to explore what I might be into.
My main focus has always been working hard, earning money, and treating myself to the finer things in life—that’s pretty much it. ”
“What would you say are your future goals then? Do you want to travel, join a club, buy a property, climb the professional ladder?”
Her eyebrows lift, as though taken aback by my intrusiveness.
“I’m not entirely sure to be honest. Housing in Sydney is ridiculously expensive, so I don’t want to invest in property here.
And I’m not that big on travelling the world.
I might visit a few countries, but it’s not something that generally excites me.
I’m perfectly content professionally—unless, of course, I find a sugar daddy to fund my lifestyle,” she says with a wink and a teasing smile.
“Oh, that sounds—”
“I’m joking,” she murmurs, quickly retracting herself. “But seriously, I don’t know what my plans are. I’ll just have to figure it out along the way.”
In other words, she has absolutely no idea which direction she wants to take in life.
Wanting to see if there’s more to her than meets the eye, I choose a different approach. “Do you ever picture yourself settling down and starting a family one day?”
She hesitates, as if she’s weighing her words carefully. “Honestly, not really,” she says, her tone sure and firm. “I have no problem with other people’s kids, but it’s not something I want for myself.”
That’s not a major deal breaker for me. I know plenty of women these days choose not to have children, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Still, I can’t help but feel a subtle disappointment. I’ve always dreamed of a future with more children.
I reach for my glass of water and take a long, deep swig.
“I really appreciate your honesty, Gemma. I know it might seem a little early to discuss goals and future plans, but I think being upfront from the start is important. Even with my own business to run, I’ve always been a family man at heart.
Having children has long been a dream of mine, and I was hoping to have more in the future, once I find the right person.
I thought it’s best to tell you all this now, so there’s no confusion later. ”
From the look of surprise on her face, she clearly hadn’t expected me to be so direct on our first date.
“Wow, this is some pretty heavy shit.” She gives an almost bashful laugh, then says, “I think we might’ve come into this date with completely different intentions.”
I barely have time to ask what she means before she presses on. “I assumed you were only looking for something casual—a bit of fun on the side. I didn’t think you were after something serious.”
“Oh,” is all I manage to say. How is one even meant to respond to something like that?
“To be frank, Jason, I thought you only asked me out because you wanted… you know.” A rosy blush tints her cheeks at the suggestion.
My mouth falls open, but no words come out as I try to process everything she’s just said.
It’s not that I’m opposed to the idea—anyone in my position would jump at the chance; I’m only human, after all—but it’s definitely left me momentarily speechless “Wow. I’m not sure what to say to tell you the truth. ”
“I’m sorry, it was dumb of me to assume that we were on the same page.”
I shake my head. “Don’t apologise. I’m actually glad it’s out in the open.
It saves us both a lot of time and effort down the road.
But I have to confess, it’s been quite a while since I’ve had anything casual.
” I take another hearty gulp of my drink, feeling my throat go dry.
“Look, I’m not saying no, but I should probably warn you—I might be a little out of practice when it comes to no-strings-attached. ”
She bursts into laughter, and I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Jason. I think you’ll do just fine.” She flashes me a flirtatious grin.
I clear my throat and straighten my posture. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, how about dessert?”
Without warning, Gemma rests her hand lightly on my forearm, her fingers tracing the lines of my veins as she meets my gaze with a mischievous glint. “Or,” she murmurs in a sultry voice, “how about I make us dessert at my place, and we spend a little time there before you head off to work?”
I swallow hard and shift in my seat, trying to ignore the tingling sensation building in my lower region. “Uh, sure, if that’s what you want?”
She nods silently, and moments later, I’m paying for our lunch and heading towards my car, eager to get us to Gemma’s place for some dessert.
As soon as we step into her apartment and the door clicks shut, an intense, primal urge takes over, overpowering any semblance of restraint between us.
Our mouths collide in a fierce, heated kiss that leaves my cock feeling harder than carbon steel.
Both our hands move frantically, tearing at each other’s clothes until we’re standing in the hallway completely naked.
Fearing her roommate might catch a glimpse, I draw Gemma close and lift her effortlessly by her thighs. She immediately wraps her long, luscious legs around my waist, never breaking our kiss.
“Where’s your room?” I grumble.
“It’s the one at the end of the hallway,” she moans.
As I’m walking us towards her bedroom, I feel Gemma’s warm slick pussy soaking my lower abdomen, and I have to fight the urge to pin her against the wall and fuck her then and there.
But eventually we make it safely into her room, and as soon as we reach her bed, I throw her on top of the mattress, causing her to gasp and her perfectly round tits to bounce.
My eyes slowly drink her in, lingering on the faint scars beneath both of her breasts. She’s had them done. How did I not notice that? While I prefer my women natural, I can’t deny the fact that Gemma’s tits look pretty amazing.
I slowly climb on top of her, and she eagerly spreads her thighs wider to make room for me to settle in between.
Our mouths meet again in a punishing kiss, my hand moving over her breasts, squeezing and pinching her taut nipples between my fingers.
Gemma moans into my mouth and the sound travels straight to my balls.
“Fuck, Gem! I don’t think I’m going to last very long. I’m sorry in advance if I don’t.” I growl as I take a nipple into my mouth and suck hard.
She instantly arches her back, releasing a breathy moan. “So then fuck me already!” “I don’t have a condom on me.”
Gemma groans, and the sound is almost too adorable.
She wriggles out of my hold, moving towards the bedside table and opens the drawer.
She retrieves a box of assorted condoms and quickly fishes one out, ripping it right open with her front teeth.
Without skipping a beat, she clutches onto my cock and slowly rolls the condom on.
Once it’s firmly in place, Gemma lies back down onto the bed and I lean on top of her, pinning her knees up against her chest. Her legs are spread wide enough for me to see her soft, smooth pussy glistening with her arousal.
If I wasn’t already on the verge of exploding, I would’ve happily spent the next forty-five minutes feasting on her until there’s not a single drop left to swallow.
She squirms beneath me, her hips moving on their own accord, just enough for my cock to slide along her wet slit. She moans again, and that’s all it takes for me to thrust inside her, hard and deep, eliciting a loud sound from her that’s a mix between a moan and a scream.
With my hands still pinning her legs down, I fuck Gemma like a beast gone rogue, each thrust more violent than the last. She screams my name at the top of her lungs, begging me to go faster and harder.
That’s exactly what I do. I hammer into her, the bed creaking with every hard thrust.
Her nails bite into my skin, almost piercing through the layers, and I can tell she’s close to the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy cum for me!” I grunt, and not a minute later, she lets out a loud sob, her body trembling with pleasure as she slowly orgasms all over my throbbing dick.
Sweat drenches my skin, my breaths growing heavier and quicker, but I refuse to slow down. It feels too fucking good! After a few more deep thrusts, I erupt in a loud roar as I spill my seed into the condom inside her.
I pull out of her and collapse on my back on the mattress, limp and exhausted.
Seconds later, Gemma shifts to my side, curling up against me, her breath warm on my chest. I instinctively drape an arm around her as we both calm down from the rush.
Neither of us takes the time to remove the condom, and I make no move to call Chris to let him know I won’t be making it to work tonight. I mean, how can I, when I’ve got a sexy, naked woman beside me ready for round two?