15. Nick
15
NICK
“ W e’ll have to get your car in the morning,” Julia said, pulling into my driveway.
“Does that mean you’ll be here for breakfast?” I said, joking, but not really. I wanted to gauge her reaction.
She rolled her eyes at me and leaned in, teasing but not following through on the kiss. “Is that your way of asking me to come in?”
I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her in for a kiss, not caring that her red lips would leave mine stained when I pulled away, still hoping to see what the color looked like over my dick.
She tasted like wine, and I couldn’t wait to get her in bed. “Let’s go. I’ll show you around the house.” I opened the door and got out of the car. By the time I got to the other side, she was already getting out.
I held the door open for her anyway and closed it when she walked around me. “This is your place?”
I chuckled. “Do you think I’d bring you to the wrong house?”
She shrugged. “Stranger things have happened.” I took her hand and led her to the side door. “It’s nice that you decorated for Christmas, especially with the hours you work at the restaurant.”
“Yes...” I put the key in the lock and opened the door. “It’s one of the things I force myself to do so I can step out of the headspace of a chef. Keeps me grounded and gives my brain a break.”
We walked into my kitchen and she spun, looking around. “Very nice,” she said, running her fingers over the black granite countertop. “Not quite what I expected, but very nice.” She pointed over to the living room. “Can I go take a seat?”
“Sure, I’ll get some wine and other things, and after we eat, I can show you the house.” The words came out of my mouth dripping with innuendos, even though I didn’t mean for them to. I was so horny thanks to the alcohol, but I didn't want her to think the only reason she was here was for a booty call. I liked her, and what sort of man would I be if I just used her for sex?
“That’s fine,” she said, perking her brows at me. I could tell we were on the same page, though, that she wanted me too. She disappeared into the other room, and I pulled together a quick charcuterie board and heard her call, “Your place is great.” I smiled, glad she liked it.
Picking up the tray, I brought it into the living room and saw that she’d taken her heels off. I was happy she was comfortable enough with me to make herself more comfortable, although I was hoping she’d put the heels back on later for other activities.
“Wow, you just had all that stuff sitting around?” Julia asked, scooting forward on the couch to look at the tray.
“I am a chef, you know.” I thought of her bologna and cheese and snickered.
“Yes, but again, you spend all your time at the restaurant. I’d think most of this stuff would go bad before you had a chance to use it.” She lifted a brow. “Unless you entertain women often.”
“Ha! No,” I said, moving to the bar to get us a drink. “Kendra cheated on me. I’m positive it was more than once, but one time was all I needed to know about for me to leave.” I surprised myself with that statement. I hadn’t thought about that, ever. Was it true? Did I only need an excuse to leave her?
I did. But did that mean I never truly loved her?
“I really haven’t been in the trusting space.” Until Julia, but that didn’t need to be said. In just the short amount of time I’d known Julia, I’d started to look at the world differently, and I did like it.
I poured each of us a glass of wine and walked back to her.
“That’s pretty understandable,” Julia said and took a sip of her wine. “This is good.”
“Yeah, but now that I’m outside of it, I see how messed up it was.” I laughed at my realization. “Although it looks like we" —I placed a hand on her knee— “are both rebranding ourselves at the same time.” I took a sip of the wine and saw her flinch.
Her eyes dropped to the floor, and I rubbed her knee. “What’s up?” I asked.
Julia took another drink of wine and placed it down. With a huff, she stated, “The stuff with Jared is still fresh. Not that I’m still getting over him, but he trashed almost everything I cared about and worked so hard for. This situation with us, it’s new for me. And I’m worried that I’m falling a little too hard, too fast.”
I studied her features, not trying to let the shock ride over mine, and I think I failed miserably at it. I leaned forward and kissed her. Although she didn't pull back, I could tell she was still hesitant about what she told me. I peeled away from the kiss and stared into her eyes. “Would it be so bad if love rebranded us both?”
Julia examined me for a few breaths. A sultry look came over her face, but it was stormy, mixed with apprehension. It made my chest tighten, but I didn't want to lose the mood. We both wanted each other, even if it was just sex.
I stood without another thought. “Come on, I have to show you the rest of the house.” I took her hand, and she followed willingly.
I didn’t say another word as I walked down the hallway until we got to the last door and walked through. The chemistry between us sizzled the entire time. She made a few comments and praised my eye for design, which I couldn’t take credit for since it was Kendra's work, but I let Julia think what she wanted. And when we got to the bedroom, my dick was swollen, and the snack I prepared was forgotten.
I turned my bedroom light on and spun around, yanking Julia to me and opening her mouth up to the kiss. Our tongues played together as I fumbled around her back, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the ground. She didn't shy away, either, which meant I had read her correctly. I backed away to look at her and ripped my shirt off as she started unbuckling my pants.
“I’ve wanted your red lips around my dick since you walked into the restaurant,” I grunted as she shoved her hand down my pants and into my underwear and wrapped it around my cock. She milked a long moan out of me. Instead of arguing with me, like I was used to, she tucked her fingers between my skin and my waistband and slowly lowered the briefs down while sinking to her knees.
She batted her lashes up at me. “Like this?” she asked, licking the tip of my dick, and the light movement sent a burst of energy down my shaft. My hand flew up to her head. My eyes caught on hers, and I watched her red lips engulf the head while she sucked me.
“Fuck,” I grunted, my other hand digging through her hair.
She popped off my cock and looked up at me. “You don’t have to hold back,” she said, and it was all the permission I needed. I shoved the entire thing into her mouth, and she took all of me down. I growled as she sucked me in, hollowing her cheeks, and I began thrusting.
This thing that was happening between us happened so fast, it made my head spin. One second, she was hesitant, and the next, she was my toy, begging me for more. It was like she was at war with herself, and I was glad this side was winning, though I hoped at some point, we could have a serious discussion about making this more than just hot sex.
“You’re taking my cock so well,” I hissed, pumping harder into the sweet wetness surrounded by red. Into her mouth, over her tongue, down her throat, and her eyes stayed trained on me. Electric heat thrummed over my dick in a way it never had, and I watched her deliver the most intense pleasure.
I pumped. Fucked her mouth.
She hummed and dug her nails into my ass, pushing me farther down her throat. “Oh, my God...” I kept at it and looked down. “You still have your bra and panties on,” I huffed. “Stick your fingers between your panties and touch yourself while I fuck your mouth,” I ordered, loving that she did it without a blink.
The heat began expanding as I came closer. Pressure built in my balls. I didn’t want to come just yet, so I pulled away and she whined. Her hand fell from her underwear.
“I didn’t tell you to stop touching yourself.” I kneeled and watched as she put her finger back into her panties and tensed with the feeling. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and I tore her bra away, not worrying about hearing the fabric rip. I’d get her a new one.
Her tits bounced into the room, and I sucked on one of her nipples, not being gentle, going harder as her hand came to my back and she moaned. Her nails scratched into my skin. I thrust my hand down her panties. “My turn,” I grunted, and she let me take over. “Fuck, Julia. You get wetter for me every time I see you.”
She was so slick. So wet. So ready for me.
I slid my finger inside her, feeling her swollen, warm walls, and I almost blew my load. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pulled away, picked her up, and threw her onto the bed. She laughed as I peeled her panties off her and didn’t wait for anything else.
Her legs crooked just before I shoved myself into her, and her back arched. An enormous sense of satisfaction shot through me as she reacted to the pleasure I was giving her, and I slammed into her harder. Her scream had me pushing and pumping into her, and my fingers found her nipple.
I twisted it, and the long sound of pleasure streamed from her mouth. I fucked her harder, the way she seemed to like it from me.
She called out my name. “Keep doing that, baby,” I said. “You’re taking me so good.”
The skin on skin sex was more than I thought I could handle, but I handled it well. “I just want you to stay like this, waiting for me to fuck you again,” I said, wrapping my hands over her hips and changing positions.
“You can fuck me whenever you want to, Nick,” she said as her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. I slammed into her once, twice, and three times. Her pussy spasmed over my cock, and I called out as it squeezed my dick to the point of pleasure rocketing through my body. I stayed inside her. Knowing she was on the pill was more freeing than I thought it could be as I spilled into her.
My body went rigid and hers went limp. As the climax ebbed away, I dropped on top of her and lay there while we both caught our breaths. I listened to her heartbeat slow from racing, and I was more than pleased with myself for getting her to climax at the same time because her warm walls, still soaked, were so amazing around my dick, and I could feel every part of her.
Julia caught her breath first and ran her fingers through my hair. “That was incredible, Nick.” I pulled out of her and enjoyed the small whimper of disappointment because we were no longer connected.
I crawled up her body and smiled. “I like hearing that.”
We got more comfortable on the bed, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back to my front. I buried my nose into her neck and inhaled her sweet strawberry scent. Then I traced up and down her arm and scooted closer, letting my dick push up against her ass.
“What do you think? Would you want to take a gamble on an older guy?”
She turned her head so she could look at me. “We’ve already been through that.” She patted my arm. “You know you’re not old.”
“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”
“I just did.” She laughed and spun to face me. “You aren’t old.”
“That’s nice to hear, too.” I cupped her jaw and kissed her. When I backed away, I said, “Let’s do this. Let me take you on a date.”
Her walls instantly went up and the warmth in her eyes dashed away. “I–I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” she said and ran her hand across my chest. “I don’t want to have to start all over again if things go south for us. This is fun. Can’t we do this for a little while longer?”
I let go of her and rolled to my back, placing a hand on my forehead, and she snuggled up next to me. “I don’t understand. You said you were falling for me.” I looked back over at her. “Doesn’t that seem like it’s worth exploring?”
“I don’t have a response to that,” she said, scooting back from me. “I–I’m confused, and I can’t give you what you want.” She looked around the room, placing her hand on her head. “Maybe I should go.” She moved before I could say anything.
“Julia,” I started, watching her pick up her clothes. “Dammit, Julia,” I said, raising my voice and trying to get her to look at me.
She stopped, covering herself up with her dress. She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at me. I watched her, saw her fear through her eyes and realized I couldn’t force her to want to be with me.
I shifted from the bed and walked over to her. I pulled her to me, and she let me hug her even though she was hesitant to hug me back. “I’m sorry. You said you were feeling things for me. I got excited and wanted to jump in feet first because my feelings are developing for you too.” She pulled back and tipped her chin up to look me in the eyes.
Her red lips were only stained with the remnant of the color, but even that on her skin looked wonderful. I ran my thumb over her lips and waited for her to say something. But she seemed at a loss for words.
“Come back to bed. We can talk in the morning, and I’ll make you breakfast.” I tugged her closer to me, and she laid her head over my heart. This time, her hand came around my back and she dropped her clothes, holding me to her with both arms. “You said you had to help me get my car, remember?”
I could feel her smile over my skin and was happy to get some kind of reaction that wasn’t fear and running away.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” she said to my chest. “I’m not being fair to you. You deserve better than what I can give you right now.”
“Well, that’s a load of bullshit right there,” I said. She moved, looking up at me. Her mahogany eyes were large, and a sense of awe swept through them. “You don’t get to tell me what I do and don’t deserve. That’s up to me to decide. I get why you’re hesitant to step into something serious with me. I get that I’m a client, but I hope that one day, you’ll see that even if you dated a hundred clients—don’t do that, by the way. I’m the only client you should date.” Her smile was worth the thought of her being with someone else, even if it was a hypothetical.
“You’d still be you. You’d still be good at your job and creative, kind, hardworking, and intelligent when it comes to business. No matter what happens with us, I hope you’ll never forget that,” I finished, surprised at how fluidly those words came out.
I really must have meant it.
I might be into the non-relationship with Julia deeper than even I realized.
As I looked Julia over and tried to piece together what she was going through, the realization that we did have sixteen years between us sank in a little more. I’d gone through all the mistakes I’d made. Most of that time was with Kendra. But I’d learned and grown with those mistakes.
Forcing Julia to think like a forty-four-year old was pretty unfair.
I’d probably have to take a few steps back to make sure she could figure out for herself what she really wanted.
“It’s okay. I can wait until you’re ready,” I said. “Come back to bed. We'll get everything sorted out soon.”
Relief that she was staying washed through me as she nodded and turned back to the bed, but I wasn’t sure if I could wait until she was ready. I wanted to be, but I didn’t know if being so much older than she was would start to cause more issues. I didn’t want to hurt her and I didn’t want to get hurt.