The Fight Club (10 page)

Julie

My mind dwelled on various questions about the sex I had with Noah. Hooking up with anyone in L.A. was a big no-no for me, and yet I already fucked Noah. The worse thing was, I loved it. When he removed my bra, the only thing I could think about was his naked body pressing on mine.

I didn’t have any answers. He was handsome, but so were many people at the club. He was the most arrogant man I had ever met, but then, he was tender hearted too, with a soft side no one knew. The irony was, I hadn't planned for anything like this.

Eddie was the reason I came to L.A. in the first place. When I came here, I decided I wouldn’t look for any relationship, and no hook ups. But everything I planned got washed up, like a small piece of paper in a big river. And I didn't even regret it, because sex was awesome. He was awesome. When he burst inside me with his raw power, I felt like I was flying on a rainbow.

And then there was lunch. I was looking at a pile of dresses I took out of my closet to try on. I couldn't fix on anything, because I was too nervous. I knew I didn't look like a model on the cover of those fashion magazines, but I wanted to be sure that I presented myself properly. Everything I tried looked so bad. I even thought of wearing my gym clothes. He only saw me in those clothes, so he must like them already

"Fuck, what should I wear?" I asked. Then I looked at a red dress tucked inside a wrapper in a corner. That was my mom's favorite dress. I never wore it, because it was too girly. But I kept it with me for some unknown reason.

"It's your time, baby." I picked up that dress.

"Wow, you look fabulous in that red dress. I just want to take you to my house and tear it away." His eyes widened as he stared at me.

When I walked outside of my apartment, Noah planted a light kiss on my cheeks, whispering those words.

Good choice, Julie. The dress has served its purpose.

"Thanks." My cheeks turned red. He was already thinking about sex. I wanted that, too, but I wanted to enjoy some time with him first.

"Do you like Italian more, or Chinese?"

"Chinese," I replied without even thinking twice. I loved Chinese food.

"Let's go to a Chinese restaurant, then." He locked his hand in mine and we started walking towards his Mercedes

Fifteen minutes later, we were standing in front of a very big restaurant. I was surprised when I found out that it only had a self-service menu.

"Isn't it strange for this posh restaurant to have a self-service menu?" I asked.

"It's one of the best restaurants in L.A.. Their motto is to get your food yourself. They feel that you are less likely to waste food when you get it by walking on your own legs."

"Strange. Tell me, what should we get?" The menu looked amazing, but it had the names of foods I never tried. I just hoped it would taste amazing.

"Check the specialty," Noah said.

I scanned through the menu. They had mentioned noodles. So I decided to try one of them.

"Hakka Noodles, then."

He smiled at me. “You’ll be surprised.”

"Are they good?”

"I brought you here for a particular reason, and you’re going to see why." He smirked and walked to the order counter. He had to wait for ten minutes before the food came back on well-decorated plates.

"Wow. It looks amazing." The noodles were tucked inside some tiny wrapper, poking out from both sides. They had an amazing golden color. I opened my wrapper excitedly and put some in my mouth. They melted in my mouth like cream. "Amazing. I’ve never ate anything like this before."

"Lots of people are offering to make this restaurant a chain, so they can create an outlet in every city. But the owner is a very old man, and he judges people.”

"Why? Opening a chain would fetch him some fortune." I guessed for this, people would die to pay anything.

"I guess he just has strong pride, and nothing to lose." An old, Chinese man walked to our table.

"Mr. Yang! My pleasure to have you." Noah stood up and bowed in front of him. I guess it was a Chinese courtesy. I followed Noah’s lead and got up, bowing slightly.

"Thank you, Noah as well as the young lady standing here."

"Your English is very good. Were you born in America?" I couldn't resist. I had to ask.

"Yes, but then I went back to China for culinary school, and spent most of my adulthood there. I spent half of my life in China.”

"You should sell this place. You’d make a lot of money."

"Please pardon my friend for having such a strong opinion, Mr. Yang,” Noah said hurriedly. “Why don't you join us for lunch? “

"I would love to, but I have few tasks to complete before I can earn my lunch. But as to your question, young lady, I don't have anyone left to whom I would donate this fortune. But I have a sense of duty for the people eating here. They all are my children. And for the sake of their health, this restaurant would go to a man who is capable of doing something good with it, without making it the next McDonald's. With that, I must take my leave."

He was a perfect gentleman. He bowed once again and left.

"A strange man. But I liked him." I watched him walk away. It must take a man of great strength to remain standing in his old age.

"I'll get some ice cream for us." Noah said, as we finished our lunch in silence.

"That would be great," I replied.

He brought the ice cream in cones. I remembered eating them like that when I was a child.

"Let's eat these outside," he said, and he walked out. I was enjoying my time, and the best part of it was, we weren't talking about anything that had happened this morning. We were just two people on a date, enjoying a nice walk together. When we walked from the front of a movie theater, I saw the poster for the latest animated film.

"I want to see this movie. It would be so romantic." I loved cartoons, though I was way past the movie’s target age.

"Do you want to see it right now?" Noah asked.

"But..." I would be wasting his time. I knew he owned a company. He had to be a busy man.

"You poked my curiosity. You can't stop me from watching it now." He looked intrigued by the idea.

"Then let's go.” I clapped like a small kid, excited.

We were sitting in the movie theater when he moved his hand around my shoulder. I let my head fall and relaxed to watch the movie. I wanted to enjoy it, but his closeness was working wonders on me. Rather than watching the princess run away from the villain onscreen, I was thinking about the way he kissed me.

He pulled his hand from back of my shoulder and put it on my thighs. His hand slowly slipped under my dress and started playing with the area in between my legs, just before my pussy.

"Noah we’re in a theater." I liked what he was doing, but I was concerned about the crowd. But nobody seemed to notice. His hand moved deeper inside my dress, and stopped on the top of my clit. His fingers started circling around it.

"Noah..." Oh my God. He pinched it lightly, and a wave of lightning passed through my body.

"Please, not here." I pleaded. Just his touch was sending me over the cliff.

"Let's get out of here.” He grabbed my hand, pulling on me.

I looked at the screen for a moment. I craved sex more than the movie now.

Noah led me to the entrance door. I thought we’d be going to the exit.

"Where are you taking me?”

He pushed his finger on my lips. "Just follow me, babe."

We walked past the snacks counter, then he took me towards the exit stairs. He wasn't making any sense. I opened my mouth to ask where we were going, but then kept quiet. He was only increasing my excitement.

We descended a couple of stairs, and then he stopped in front of a supply closet. He opened it, and my god, it was bigger than my bedroom. It was huge, and filled with lots of supplies that included chairs, bean bags, and lots of other stuff. He pulled me inside. What the heck. I was aroused, and ready for anything.

He pulled me inside the closet and pushed me on a bean chair and sat down on his knees. His hands were on my thighs, crawling inside my dress. My gut clenched as his hands moved over my panties. In one swift action he pulled my panties down, off my legs. He moved forward, and kissed me gently. I never met such a good kisser. I wondered for a moment why I liked Eddie so much. The thought of Eddie was wiped out of my mind as Noah pushed his tongue inside my mouth and started exploring it. His teeth bit my lower lip. The pain, the excitement in his kiss, was way better than anything I tasted that day, even the Chinese.

He pulled his mouth away. I felt disappointed. I wanted more of him. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards me.

He lowered his mouth, to kiss my pussy over my dress. I shivered at the thought of his tongue going there. I never had that experience. In the next second he separated my legs and dived with his mouth. The next thing I knew, his tongue was caressing over the lips of my vulva.

"Wow." I moaned in pleasure. I knew people enjoyed this, but I never thought that people would enjoy it this much. This was only the touch of his tongue. What would happen if he decided to push his tongue inside of me?

Then I knew. His tongue was making its way between my lips, sending waves of pleasure to my core.

"Noah." I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. I had never felt so good. He pushed his hands on my thighs and separated them more, his tongue was circling around my pleasure spot. My body was shivering in pleasure. I couldn't control it anymore.

"Noah, please," I begged.

He pushed his tongue deep inside me, slowly stroking his way through. One moment later, the intensity of his strokes increased. I couldn't hold it much longer. I grabbed his hair tightly and pulled him closer, then let it go. My body vibrated with each wave.

It was the longest orgasm I ever had. And Noah had just played with me for a few moments.

He stood up when I let his hair go. I was exhausted after my orgasm stopped.

"Let's go, sunshine. We have a movie to watch." He stood there, smiling wickedly at me.

"What movie? We need to go to my apartment and finish what we started here." I looked at him with crazy eyes. I wanted him inside me now. I didn't care about the movie anymore.

We literally ran through the movie theater and to the parking lot. We jumped in the car and he started driving, fast. I closed my eyes. I was impatient.

Am I doing the right thing by sleeping again with this man?
I didn’t even know his motivation. Fuck, I needed his cock inside me. I’d do anything for that.

He changed the route midway. But I didn't care. I was okay with anywhere. I could fuck him in this car if I needed to. I looked around, to see if we could make it work. Heck, if I slid my legs around his waist and rode on his cock, I could easily fuck him. But before I explored my thoughts, he stopped his car in front of a large house.

"Who's house is this?"

"Mine.” He opened the gate with a remote placed in his car.

"But we were in a different house that day."

"Uncle Sam live here. I own this house too."

He had two houses in the L.A. He was richer than I thought. I guess he had bought the cancer care center. He was fucking incredible.

"Are you coming or not?" He sounded impatient. His eyes were full of lust. I felt a surge of heat when I looked into those dark eyes.

I got out of the car and held his hand. We charged through the door, up the stairs and entered some room.

I pushed him on the bed as soon as we entered, and I locked the door. I didn't want Uncle Sam to accidentally see us naked, fucking like animals. I knelt in front of him and unbelted his pants.

"What..."

I shushed him. I'd never done this before, but I was going to try something on him. Because he made my day today, and he deserved it.

My hands were shivering when I lowered his pants to his thighs. His cock had risen inside his boxers, and I was dying to feel it. I removed those as well, and saw his extra thick cock. I didn't want to compare it with Eddie's, but to be frank, Eddie’s cock was an ant, and Noah’s was a dinosaur.

My fingers wrapped around his manhood. It expanded in my hands. I felt heat rushing through his cock to my fingers. It looked so tempting that I lowered my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head.

"Julie," Noah moaned as I played with the tip with my tongue. He tasted nothing like I imagined. I always disgusted blow jobs whenever I saw them in movies. But when I touched his dick with my tongue, it felt different. I liked the taste of his cock inside my mouth, and I wanted to lick it from the root. And I did. I started from the bottom of his cock, sucking his head inside my mouth.

"Wow." Noah grabbed my head and pushed it on his cock. I choked for a moment, because he pushed more than half of his manhood inside my mouth and I couldn't take it anymore. But it was momentarily. I picked up the pace and started stroking it again. He grabbed my hair and pushed his cock inside me again. And this time, I was ready. I took it inside completely, to the back of my throat, holding his balls and squeezing them lightly.