Chapter Twelve
Ididn’t realize how much I was missing the feel of Julia’s lips against mine until she had to slam them together, but that’s not what I came here for. She texted me back, seemingly upset and frustrated, so I want to help her feel better. Calm her mind.
She pulls away from me before I can do the same, trailing her fingers over the fabric of my shirts along my chest, and presses her forehead against my chin with a sigh. “Can we go to your room?”
“Something wrong with this one?”
Julia shakes her head and smiles, then looks over at one of the empty beds before bringing her attention back to me. “No, but I’d rather Mallory not walk in on us here and think something is up.”
“Is she not supposed to?”
“It’s complicated right now.” The way she darts her eyes away from mine makes me think she has something else to say, but she stays silent while walking over to her suitcase and digging in it for clothes. “Is it okay if we go to your room?” She asks softly, teeth sinking into her lower lip nervously as if it’s the wrong thing to ask.
I give her a lopsided grin and nod. “Whatever you want, Buttercup.”
It doesn’t take long for her to gather everything she needs, then we slowly make our way out of the room with Julia double checking each end of the hallway for Mallory. When she confirms the coast is clear, she threads her fingers through mine and rushes down the hall toward the elevators. The ride to my floor is filled with silence, and Julia checks her phone every two seconds with a frown on her face.
She’s looking down at the screen when the elevator doors open, and I have to nudge her shoulder softly to get her attention. “We’re here.”
“Oh, right,” she mutters, shoving her phone into her back pocket. “Sorry.”
When we push through the door, I grab her small bag from her hands and toss it into a corner before leading her through the suite until we reach my bedroom. The adjoining bathroom is brightly lit, and I leave her standing in the middle of the bedroom while I head inside to run her a bath. Surprisingly, after searching each cabinet, I finally find a small bottle of bubble bath that I dump into the steaming water.
Julia is sitting on the edge of the bed when I go back into the bedroom and she looks up at me in confusion. “What’s going on?”
I hold a hand out with a small smile on my face, urging her to take it, and she places her palm in mine hesitantly. “Just trust me, Buttercup.” She nods slowly, then allows me to lead her into the bathroom, and I wave my free hand out at the bathtub. “I want you to relax, let everything loose that’s bothering you tonight.”
Her mouth parts in shock, and she glances at me briefly. “You didn’t have to do this, Brent.”
“I know,” I say, my cheeks heating in response. “You deserve it.” We stand awkwardly together for a moment, and I run a hand down the back of my neck with a chuckle. “I’ll, uh, let you relax. I’m going to be in the bedroom waiting for you, okay?”
I’m about to head out, but she wraps her fingers around my wrist and pulls me to a stop. “Wait,” she says softly. “Maybe you could stay here, uh, with me?”
“Is that what you want, Julia?”
She takes a deep breath, her eyes falling shut for a moment, and then she opens them back up with a determined look in her eyes. “I want the next part of my lesson, Brent.” I watch as she inches her fingers from my wrist, up the length of my arm, then down my chest until she reaches the end of my shirt.
“And what part would that be, Julia?”
“Undress me,” she whispers while pulling the shirt over my head.
As much as I probably should, instead of walking away I bring my fingers to the end of her shirt and lift it up slowly. Her breath hitches when my knuckles make contact against her skin, making a trail over the softness as I lift the shirt over her head and toss it onto the floor beside us. I kneel down on the ground and lean forward to press a tender kiss against her stomach, then continue by making my way downward.
I bring my hands to her thighs, squeezing them gently before slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of her pants and slowly pulling them down. She takes small steps out, then kicks the discarded fabric across the floor, and I eye the silky flesh in front of me. Her arousal hangs heavy in the air, and I groan, inhaling the scent deeply, before pressing my lips into the apex of her thigh.
She trembles, her hands coming to the top of my head to grip my hair softly, and I hum in agreement. The water is still running in the background, but all I can seem to focus on is the ragged breaths slipping from her mouth. Steam is building up with each minute that passes, mixing with the tension that hangs between the two of us, and it’s intoxicating.
I slide my tongue along her inner thigh, a hiss echoing through the room as I slowly trace it against her pussy, and I move forward until she’s stuck against the bathroom sink. Her legs come up over my shoulders instinctively, tightening around my neck and holding me in place, and the only thing I can think is that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now. With my tongue still working over her clit, I look up to find that her head is hanging back, and she’s arching herself into my face.
There’s no sight quite like this.
Before the moment can get any further, I pull away from her and rise while tugging my pants down. My cock bobs out in front of her, and she immediately wraps her delicate fingers around the length, squeezing it just enough for me to let out a string of curses. I’ve been desperately waiting for her, eager to show her more, and now that the moment is here, I can’t get my brain to function correctly.
This wasn’t supposed to happen right now. I wanted to treat her and show that I can care even if most people may not think so, and instead, it’s turned into this.
Can I really complain about it, though?
“Let’s get in the tub,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
Julia smirks and shakes her head. “I’d rather do something else, Brent.”
“You’re driving me crazy, Buttercup.”
She lets go of my cock, walks confidently over to the bathtub, more confident than I’ve ever seen her before, and shuts the water off before unplugging the drain. The sound of the water getting sucked down echoes into the room with us, but she doesn’t give me any time to focus on that before pulling me back toward the bedroom. I expect her to get on the bed and lie down, but she surprises me by pushing me down and onto my back.
The way her blonde hair hangs over her shoulders, and the green of her eyes darkens, I’m lost in everything. She crawls up on the bed, her skin flushed, and swings her legs over my legs to straddle me. “I, um, need help.” When I don’t respond, too lost in the soft tone of her voice, she looks away in embarrassment and says, “I’ve never done it like this before.”
I take a deep breath and smile, brushing a strand of her hair back behind her. “Do what feels good to you, Julia.”
“What about you, though?”
“Trust me, baby, anything you do will feel great for me,” I whisper.
Her eyes heat at my response, and she nods, taking in our bodies together, before lifting up to guide my length to her entrance.
“Wait,” I hiss just as she pushes herself onto me. She stops for a moment to hear me out, and I sigh. “What about a condom? I’ve got one on the nightstand that we can use.”
She shakes her head. “I’m on birth control. I don’t want anything between us right now, Brent.”
“Okay,” I choke out, my veins boiling as she sinks the rest of the way onto me. This is the stupidest move I’ve ever made, yet I’m doing anything to stop her. I can’t, not when she’s flipping her hair over and letting it fall down her back while she angles her face toward the ceiling. “Shit,” I groan, bringing a free hand up to run it along her chest and over her breasts. “You’re so goddamn mesmerizing, you know that?”
Her moan is loud as she rocks her hips into me, taking me deeper, and I tense at the feel of her walls clenching around me.
Everything will be okay. This is just like every other person I’ve been with before.
Except it’s not. No one else was ever able to make my skin tingle in a way that makes me feel like I’m alive and electricity is being shot through my veins nonstop. I’ve never felt this uncontrollable desire to bring my head forward and swirl my tongue around a woman’s nipples in the way I’m doing with Julia.
Everything is much more intense with her – the rapid beat of my heart, how tight my muscles are from the pleasure coursing through me, and everything in between. The nerves in my body are vibrating with desire, eager for everything Julia has to give me, and it’s another rock of her hips that makes all those feelings and emotions increase. My body is a blazing inferno, and the only thing that could tame the flames is the woman currently riding me like it’s her life’s mission.
“Oh God, Brent,” she moans breathlessly, her head coming back down as she leans forward and presses her forehead against mine. “It feels so good.”
I place my hands onto her hips, gripping them tight enough that she won’t be able to move, and thrust my hips into her wildly. Her breaths come out in pants, the sweat between our bodies gives enough lubricant for me to move easier, and it’s got the tingles in my spine going haywire. “I need you to come for me, Julia. Can you do that?”
She shakes from my words and nods frantically, letting me slam myself into her until there’s nothing left to give. “Yes.” Her moan is long, ragged breaths visible within it, and I’m drowning in the sound.
I’m drowning in her.
“Brent!” Her body moves erratically on its own, and I let it as she coaxes the release out of her. It only takes a few moments of watching her mouth drop open in pleasure for my own release to follow hers, and then she’s sagging against me breathlessly.
For some reason, I wish the moment would do as it did before and come to a crashing halt. Instead, I wait until she rolls off me and onto her back before I drape an arm over her waist to pull her into me. I don’t want her to leave the room this time, no matter how smart it might be, and that makes me wonder how much more screwed I’m going to be at the end of this.
My feelings are much more prominent than they were the night before and it’s all because I got a taste of what she’s really like.
This is what I’ve been missing, but is it too good to be true?