Chapter 23 – Juliette
TWENTY-THREE
JULIETTE
“Fuuuuck, baby, that’s so good,” he groaned.
He was sitting up against the headboard, his legs spread. While I was on my knees between his thighs, bent over and sucking the head of his dick into my mouth. My right hand creating some friction for him at the base, too.
“Who the fuck taught you how to do that?” he moaned.
My husband thought he was a comedian because obviously he was the one who taught me how to do this.
It was definitely a trial and error type of activity at first. Mostly because of fear and uncertainty, but the one thing Creed had been adamant about through all of our sexual experimentation, if I didn’t like it, we didn’t do it.
There was so much freedom in that because there was zero pressure to either please or perform.
As sheltered as I’d been, I hadn’t been na?ve.
I’d read and explored as much as the internet would allow me that I could conceivably hide from Herb.
I knew women faked orgasms to please men.
I knew women gave blow jobs and swallowed semen to please men.
I knew all of those things, but Creed wouldn’t have any of it.
He let me be curious about his dick. How I touched him, how it made him feel. When I licked him for the first time, his legs shuddered. When I took him inside my mouth for the first time, I got so wet that when he fucked me, we didn’t need lube.
That was something the books couldn’t prepare me for. That there was pleasure to be had in the touching. That making your partner feel good brought intense sexual satisfaction. I didn’t give Creed blow jobs because he asked me, I gave him blow jobs because of how he looked right now.
His head bent, watching me take him inside my mouth, his legs shaking a bit if I swallowed him a little deeper. The red flush high on his cheeks. The way his head would tip back and he hissed like he was in agony.
I knew that agony, too, because when he had me on my back, my legs spread while he knelt between them, I felt that same tortured pleasure. Like my skin was going to peel off it was so intense.
I pushed him carefully to the back of my throat, taking more of him than I ever had and felt that rush of wetness between my legs.
“Ahhh! That’s it, babe. Pull up.”
He hadn’t yet come in my mouth. He said I wasn’t ready, like it was some kind of honors class I needed to prep for with the basics.
But that was also the fun of being able to sexually experiment with the person who was locked in a committed relationship with you.
I could push his boundaries without concern of retaliation that wasn’t mind-blowingly pleasurable.
I squeezed my hand around his cock and continued to stroke him with my mouth, my lips, my tongue.
A rhythm that built and built. I could feel his legs pressing in against my shoulders.
His hips tilting up toward my mouth. His hands were locked on the headboard over his head because he had a tendency to push on the back of my head a bit too hard, urging me to take more of him.
Something we’d learned the first few times I’d done this.
And he’d learned there was another level of pleasure to be had when he had no control over my actions.
When he didn’t know if I was going to suck more of him into my mouth, or just play around the head of his cock with my tongue.
When I was going to pull away, or when I was going to try and swallow him down my throat.
“Fuck, Jules!” he barked. “Now, or I’m going to shoot down your throat.”
It might have been the visual of something literally shooting down my throat, that had me slipping down the bed and pulling away from him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His hands were gripping the top of the headboard hard, like he was trying to hold back his orgasm through sheer force of will.
I sat back on my haunches, naked, and played with my tight nipples, as I watched him try and overcome his body’s instincts. So fucking hot. I was about to reach down to touch my clit, when his head jerked up, his eyes pinning my hands in place.
“I’m going to fuck you up for that, Jules,” he growled.
I hoped so.
“I’m too jacked up now to suck on your pussy. Climb on top of me and start riding baby, I need to come.”
Scrambling up on the bed, I got into position the way we’d done before. He liked to be sitting up when I rode him, rather than flat on his back. He also preferred it when I faced him. No reverse cowboy for this big guy. He wanted my eyes and my mouth and breasts all within reach.
Together we lined his dick up with my slit and then with one easy shift, he was inside me to the hilt.
We’d done it like a hundred times since that first time, (okay, probably more like twenty, it had only been a month and one of my hard nos was doing anything during my period), and each time it still hurt a little, but more than that, it thrilled.
Creed had once told me cock felt good and he was right.
It always felt so good. Like finding that itch you could never quite reach, except his cock got there every time.
Hard and deep, it touched this place inside me that felt so secretive.
Like he was the only person on earth who knew it was there.
And maybe he was.
I must have worked him up good with my mouth, because now his hands were on my hips directing me how he wanted.
His hips snapped up into me. His hands gripped my ass cheeks hard, sliding me up and down his dick.
I braced my hands on his shoulders and squeezed my fingers into his muscles, like I was trying to squeeze my body around where he penetrated me.
A little harder. A little tighter.
There!
My orgasm blasted through me, a surprise each time it happened. That feeling like I’d gotten shot with a bullet except instead of hurting me it, it was…delicious. Still impactful. Still powerful, but so good that you just wanted to drag it out as long as you could.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered. “Love watching you come.”
I hummed in the back of my throat. “Soooo good.”
“Yeah, it is.” His voice got tight and he slammed his hips so hard I had to hold on to him or else fall off.
I could feel the wetness seep between our legs as he came.
In a second, he would move me off him, go get a wash towel from the bathroom to clean me up, and then let AP out so he could come back to bed with us.
But not right now. Right now he would just wrap his arms around me and bring my face into his neck, his face into mine. Like a nice, warm hug that said… thank you for fucking me real good.
“You getting worried yet?” he asked me.
We were standing over Runaway Creek, which felt more like a trickle than a creek at this point. We had water rights to the creek which fed the irrigation canals that ran less than a mile to our valley which ultimately irrigated our crops.
We shared those rights with the other farmers and cattle ranches in the area. But this wasn’t a case of someone diverting water they shouldn’t be.
We were all in the same boat.
Or, more appropriately, we are all on the same dry land.
I looked up to the sky which was still cloudless, but there was a change in the air, I thought. A hint of humidity that boded well.
“Storm’s coming,” I announced, as we made our way back to the truck.
“You know or you hope?” he asked me.
“Hey,” I said, hopping into the passenger side of his truck. “You know how you can smell me? I can smell a storm coming. It’s my super skill.”
“Baby, you’re super skill is giving head,” he said with a wink, as he started the engine. “But I’ll trust you on this one.”
“You know flattery will get you more blow jobs,” I told him.
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
“You’re really, really good at oral too,” I told him with a smile, as we drove back to the farm.
“Baby,” he said, flashing a smile, “flattery will get you flat on your back.”
I was blissed out on the bed from multiple orgasms when I heard the first rumble of thunder.
“That what I think it is?” Creed asked. He walked in from the bathroom, with the warm washcloth and Patch on top of his shoulder. Creed’s skin was apparently impervious to kitten claws.
I spread my legs wide and let him drop the cloth between them to clean up all the wet stuff.
Sure, I could do it myself, but where was the fun in that?
Like I was getting special treatment from my man.
Probably like how all those rich dudes felt in those happy ending places. Like I owned the universe.
“We should take a shower together,” I said, and closed my eyes.
“Now?”
“No, just on the list of things we need to do. I mean, we’ve had all our sex in bed. We need to venture out.”
He pulled AP off his shoulder and set him down on the pillow next to me. AP purred almost as loudly as the thunder rumbling overhead.
Creed tossed the washcloth into the hamper and dropped back onto the bed, careful not to jostle Patch too much. “Babe, I’ve fucked in a lot of places. Cars, showers, caves-”
“Caves?” I asked, blinking one eye open.
“You don’t want to know,” he told me, tossing a sheet over both of us. “My point is, it all might sound sexy, but the best place to fuck is in a big, warm bed. Trust me.”
“Okay. But nothing sounds sexy about a cave. When you got tested it was for like bat STDs too, right?”
He laughed. “I didn’t fuck the bat.”
“Just sayin’,” I mumbled. My last thought before drifting off to sleep was who he was with in a cave and was she prettier than me?
Hours later, everything would change.