Chapter 8
BEAU
“How do you feel about teaching?”
At the unexpected question, I looked down at Jules. She was tucked into the crook of my arm, the two of us sitting in her bed with the television on in the background.
Following just a handful of encounters with Jules, I had determined that I’d be content with her for a while. I was convinced I wouldn’t get tired of her too quickly. And that was before I’d even gotten a single taste of her.
Then we’d had that motorcycle ride two nights ago, and things took a pleasant turn with her asking me to bring her back to my place. I’d had a phenomenal time with her, excited and relieved that we’d both seemed interested in fulfilling our physical needs.
But she’d waited until after we’d taken that step to drop a massive bomb on me—she’d only had sex once before then, and it hadn’t exactly been good for her.
While I was happy to hear that she’d gotten what she needed—and deserved—out of what we’d had with one another, I couldn’t say I wasn’t shocked by the news. Stunned by it.
Learning of her inexperience had rattled me. She’d been so flirtatious leading up to it, had such confidence in the way she spoke and teased, I hadn’t once suspected her innocence. It only made the age difference between us feel even more pronounced. I’d lived so much more life than she had.
I wondered, though, if what I’d done—and what I was now continuing to do—made me an awful person, especially considering I had no intention of having this turn into a long-term serious relationship.
As much as I wanted to believe otherwise, I wasn’t a fool.
I didn’t think Jules was the kind of woman who hadn’t ever had men approach her.
I had to be honest with myself and admit that she’d probably had that one horrible experience and never had the desire to do it again.
At least not until she felt comfortable, safe, and like she was with someone she believed she could trust. I found it difficult to believe that Jules would’ve chosen to take that step with anyone if she didn’t think there was something to build upon, too.
How she believed that person was me, I did not know.
And I hated that I hadn’t been honest with her about it from the start.
If I was a better man, I would’ve come right out and told her the truth the moment I realized we had different goals and values.
But seeing that vulnerability with her as she told me about her only other experience, I couldn’t make the one she had with me a bad one, too.
Now, I was stuck.
Because we got along great. The chemistry between us was amazing. I liked being around her, and it appeared she felt the same about me. But I couldn’t allow this to go on for much longer without telling her the truth. Unfortunately, she didn’t make it easy.
I’d shown up at her place tonight, fully prepared to give her that truth.
On my way over, I’d ordered a pizza for delivery and arrived before it had.
My plan had been to discuss it with her while we had dinner together.
But when I walked in and she wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of panties and a T-shirt as she propelled herself into my arms and kissed me, all my plans flew out the window.
We spent the next five minutes kissing one another and getting reacquainted until we were interrupted by the pizza delivery.
Jules had decided she wanted to eat in her bed and watch television over dinner.
Knowing what I needed to discuss with her, I should’ve declined.
It was far too easy to get distracted by her sweet little body as it was.
Adding a bed to the mix was only going to result in creating more torture for myself.
Apparently, I was a masochist, because here I was, with my back against the headboard, my arm wrapped around her shoulders, and Jules tucked close to me. We’d just finished eating, and before I had the opportunity to say what I needed to, Jules had decided to ask me about teaching.
“Well, teaching isn’t something I normally do,” I admitted. “But if you want to learn how to skate, I don’t have a problem teaching you. That’s completely different than doing something like offering lessons as a service.”
Her face lit up with a smile, and her tone was amused when she said, “I wasn’t talking about skating.”
Confused, my brows knit together. “You asked about teaching.”
Jules licked her lips. “Yes, I was wondering if you’d be able to teach me something.”
“Like what?”
Keeping herself close, she turned her body toward mine and rested her palm against my chest. “There’s something I’ve been thinking about trying since we did what we did two nights ago, but I’m afraid I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I wasn’t going to draw conclusions about where this was heading. “What do you need help with?”
There was barely a hint of hesitation before she spoke softly. “I was hoping I could use my mouth on you.” Her hand drifted down my torso until it settled on the fly of my jeans. “I want to use it here. Would you like for me to do that?”
This was the absolute worst kind of punishment, because there was not a chance that I could turn her down.
Between the desire and want swirling in her beautiful blue eyes, the feel of her hand on me, and the mere thought of having her gorgeous mouth wrapped around my dick, I couldn’t have denied her if I tried.
“I can’t imagine why you think I wouldn’t like it,” I told her.
Uncertainty leaked onto her features. “I might not be very good at it. Or I might do something wrong.”
I lifted my hand to the side of her face, cupped her cheek, and dragged my thumb along her bottom lip.
“Well, everything you’ve done so far has been extraordinary.
If you keep the teeth in check, I promise that whatever you do will be wonderful.
Suction is good. Great, actually. The tip is the most sensitive.
The wetter it is, the better. Adding in your hand to stroke is always a bonus.
Don’t neglect the balls, and eye contact is a huge plus. ”
She nodded slowly, taking it all in. “I think I could do that.”
I smiled at her and drove my fingers back into her hair. “I know you can.”
Jules smiled back and rested her forehead against mine, framing my face with her hands. When her thumbs stroked along my cheeks, I found myself tensing. It was such a sweet and tender thing for her to do, and I didn’t like the message it might have conveyed about what was happening between us.
Fortunately, after pressing a chaste kiss to my lips, Jules began working her way down my torso.
She slipped her fingers beneath the hem of my shirt and pushed it up and out of her way.
I pulled it over my head and tossed it to the side, my eyes never leaving Jules as she gave herself the opportunity to explore my body with her mouth.
My hand went to her ass, rubbing and squeezing her there. As she continued to kiss me, I pulled her panties down her thighs. Jules seemed to sense what I wanted and shimmied out of them without losing focus on what she set out to accomplish.
But I barely had a few seconds to take in her bare ass before she shifted herself until her body was positioned between my legs, too far out of reach for me to touch her where I wanted. Evidently, she planned to make this all about me.
Recognizing that, wanting Jules to do this however would make her happy, I allowed myself to relish it.
Her warm, soft hands glided over my ribs and chest before drifting down my abdomen, where her mouth had been lingering. Then she pulled back slightly, looked up at me with her heated stare, and began to work the fly of my jeans with those delicate hands.
Jules kept her eyes locked on mine while she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.
When her knuckles brushed against my skin, her fingers curling around the waistband of my pants and underwear, the muscles in my abdomen twitched.
I lifted my hips to help her, and once everything was off, I watched as she took the time to appreciate the sight of my naked body.
I couldn’t say I didn’t understand it. I’d done the same with her before, and would have been doing the same now if I could have gotten that T-shirt off her before she’d scooted away. “I love that look on your face right now.”
She blinked, shifting her attention to my face. “How do I look?”
I smiled at her. “Like a determined woman.” Jules squared her shoulders and sat up on her shins a bit taller. “I’d love nothing more than to see you determined and naked.”
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation as she kept her stare on mine and whipped that shirt over her head. “Better?”
I dragged my eyes down her beautiful body, loving the confidence she had, even with her lack of experience. Of course, with a body like hers, there wasn’t any reason not to be confident. In or out of clothes, she was exquisite. “Much better.”
Jules brought her palms to my thighs, allowing them to slowly drift up to the prize. I clenched my jaw in anticipation of having her hands and mouth on me, every muscle in my body rigid with expectation.
In one swift move, she made it there, curled her fingers around me, and settled herself on her belly, like she planned to be there for a while.
The only problem was that I wasn’t quite sure how long I’d be able to hold out, especially with the way Jules was eyeing me up, holding me, and licking her lips.
As though determining her hands weren’t enough to drive me wild, she parted those gorgeous lips and licked the drop of moisture that had formed at the tip.
My entire body went rigid, and I sucked in a big breath in response. The reaction was like a reward for Jules, because she smiled with pride before using that tongue again to swirl around the head. “So soft,” she whispered.
The air rushed out of my lungs.
Her grip tightened. “But so hard, too.”
I groaned.
“That doesn’t hurt, then? When I squeeze you.”
I shook my head. “No, baby. It feels amazing.”