Julian's Pursuit (19 page)

On my third knock, the front door swung open and Andrea, Sadie’s mom, stepped aside to let me in.

I stepped through and closed the door behind me with a soft click. “Is Sadie still awake?”

“Oh, I’m sure she is,” Andrea said with a little wink.

Smiling my thanks, I took the stairs two at a time and didn’t bother knocking on her door. It had been a long night at the office, re-working the Gibson campaign.

Somehow, we managed to wrap things up shortly after midnight.

Now, I wanted nothing more than to surprise Sadie.

My lady.

Who was hotter than Haiti.

As I twisted the knob and eased the door open, my breath stopped in my chest at the scene that met my eyes. Frozen, I stood rooted to the spot, drinking in the erotic sight of her, completely nude except for the socks on her feet.

I swallowed once. Twice, my darkening gaze fixed on her exquisite body—spine arched in a graceful curve, tits jutting forward in all their aroused glory, hip gently writhing as the long dildo sank inside her, inch by delicate inch, disappearing into her snug, saturated folds.

The sight alone was enough to bring a grown man to his knees.

Blood pounded in my temples, in my cock, her obvious arousal only multiplying my own. I was as hard as forged steel.

She must have sensed my presence, or maybe heard the sound of my heavy, raspy breathing because her hand stilled, the dildo pausing in its strokes.

“Don’t stop,” I said quietly, moving one hand to the buttons of my shirt and quickly releasing them. My pulse throbbed in my throat and I swallowed hard around it. “Carry on. Please.”

Legs spread apart, feet planted against the mattress with her knees bent at an angle, she slowly slid the dildo free of her tight little pussy. As the broad mushroomed head cleared her snug, wet folds, it was accompanied by an audible popping noise.

Her gaze was intensely hot, intensely focused—on me. Then, ever so slowly, she opened her legs, baring her smooth pussy to my darkening gaze before easing the dildo back inside her.

The yearning for her hit me like a fist. “Sadie…” I rasped. “I’m so fucking hard right now I could come just watching you fuck yourself with that toy.”

Holding my unwavering gaze, she arched her hips forward as the vibrating dildo delved deep inside her core, spreading her legs farther apart as the fluttering wings tips played with her extruded clit.

Closing the door behind me, I locked it without taking my eyes from those soft, supple breasts, swaying ever so slightly as the early tremors rippled through her luscious body.

My cock surged tighter, fuller, straining to be freed. Before I lost all control, I got rid of the rest of my clothes in quick succession and sheathed my jutting cock in a condom.

I stood there a moment, naked, fully erect, stroking my shaft as I watched her pleasure herself with the dildo.

She watched me, her eyes glittering with lust as I gripped my erection, working my thick, hard length.

Slowly, I approached the bed, my jaw clenching as I watched her body quake with the first tremors of release.

“Allow me,” I rasped, watching her dewy folds part as I slid the dildo inside her pliant body and lodged it inside her pussy. As I eased it out of her snug folds, her inner muscles clenched and squeezed around the rubber shaft, as if she was trying to prolong the moment, to extend the pleasure.

Thick rivulets of cream seeped out of her slit as the dildo slipped free.

With deliberate slowness, I moved the sex toy to her tits, a soft electric buzz humming through the air as I dragged it along her deep cleavage before running the vibrating tip over the slope of her supple breasts, her dusky areolas, and finally her peach-colored nipples, making them hard and wet, two perfect peaks just begging to be tasted.

I gazed at them longingly for a moment before dipping my head and sucking a pebbled nipple into my mouth. As I drew on the engorged crest, I let my hand drift downward, trailing the dildo across her belly, past her navel, and lower still, settling the vibrating tip at the very spot where her juices glistened between the moist pink folds.

Her breath came in shallow gasps as the subdued sounds of the vibrator hummed against her seam, the tip just barely inside her.

“Faster?” I asked, slanting my gaze downward, watching as I let the dildo slice through her fluttering slit.

Her answer was a throaty yes, punctuated by a visible quiver through her body.

I clicked a button, increasing the speed. All the while I watched her face, drinking in every nuance of her arousal as I worked the dildo inside her. Pressing, penetrating, then releasing, fucking her with the toy in slow measured strokes.

Take and retreat.

Enter and play.

Withdraw and explore.

Inside again. I took my time, building her to excruciating heights.

“Oh, God. Julian,” she cried out, desperation filling her voice, her body tensing with release.

Then I drew back, removing the vibrating dildo from her pussy.

Completely. Entirely. Leaving a void. Leaving her bereft and screaming from the emptiness.

A sob caught at the back of her throat, the sound sharp, frantic. “Julian.” Gasping and fighting to breathe, she writhed and twisted, lifting her pelvis off the mattress, her body pleading for the release I kept just beyond her reach. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Now.” Her voice was laced with delicious agony. Her juices were oozing from the clenched depths of her pussy and trickling down her thighs.

I refused to fuck her, refused her the satisfaction.

As light as a feather, I brushed the vibrating dildo along the creamy-laden folds of her labia. Then I clicked a button, decreasing the speed, relishing every sigh and whimper that fell from her lips.

“Touch yourself,” I said tightly. “And I’ll give you what you want.”

Pressing her palm flat to her lower abdomen, she touched her dewy clit with the pad of her middle finger, massaging it in quick circles before gliding through her wetness, her finger slowly disappearing inside her hot, slick center.

Fuck
. I almost lost it. She was too fucking beautiful, sprawled beneath me, her face suffused with sensuality as she touched herself, rocking her hips to meet the firm glide of her fingertip.

Our gazes locked as I moved her hand away from her clit and brought it to my lips. Without taking my eyes from her face, I sucked her middle finger deep inside my mouth, savoring the syrupy taste of her release.

She watched me, her lips parting to release a sigh of pleasure as I eased her finger from my mouth. The raw and lustful yearning in her face swept away any vestige of restraint.

With a ragged groan, I set the vibrator against the hood of her clit and entered her in one powerful stroke.

Everything inside her clenched around my shaft and she lifted her pelvis, sucking my cock in deeper, swallowing me from tip to balls.

“Is this better?” I rasped, keeping my voice low, keeping my eyes fixed on her as I moved inside her, drawing back fully before thrusting to the hilt. “Better than that toy dick?”

“Yes.” Her voice was high and thin as I took her to the root, deeper than her dildo could go, feeling her pussy pulse around the buried girth of my cock. “Yes.”

With each deep thrust, my body slammed into hers and she screamed each time the vibrating dildo pressed against her clit.

Muscles flexing, heat poring off me, I began moving faster, more urgently, too far gone to take things slow, my eyes drawn to her breasts as they bounced just inches from my face.

Greedily, I captured them in my hands and sucked on her tits as my cock plundered inside her.

She whimpered beneath me, her pussy contracting in spasming waves as I slammed into her again and stayed there, fully seated, flexing my pelvic muscles and pressing the vibrating dildo up against her clit, teasing that tight little nub until she came apart in a shattering climax.

“Julian.” She choked on a sob, her features softening for an instant with an unexpected vulnerability.

As her body was wracked by shudders, I pushed her breasts together and sucked on both her nipples as I ground into her pussy with deep, feral digs, my own need for release roaring up on me.

God. She felt so fucking perfect. So hot, so tight, so fucking wet.

My muscles tightened and tensed right before I exploded inside her.

Panting, I rolled onto my back and pulled her into my arms, settling her weight against my chest, holding her as the last tremors rippled through her body.

It was some time before I dimly registered the buzzing noise in the background.

Soft. Barely audible. The sound muffled by our naked bodies.

“Julian,” she whispered softly.

“Mm?”

“You can turn the vibrator off now.”

Chapter Twenty

The next morning, I walked into the kitchen and found Sadie reaching for something on the shelf over her head. Whatever it was, it was far back on the shelf because she was raised on her tiptoes, arm stretched high, reaching… reaching… reaching…

I stopped and stared. My gaze narrowed on that flash of creamy flesh, pale and smooth as her denim shorts rode up her ass.

God bless America. That ass. It was perfect.

Perfectly round and perfectly tight. Flawless.

I licked my lips as I stared hungrily at that little bit of ass cheeks hanging out the bottom of her denim cut-offs… I wanted to bite it, sink my teeth into it—

“Are you staring at my ass?” Sadie looked over her shoulder, flashing me a knowing smile.

I opened my mouth to speak when Andrea cut me off. “Of course he’s staring at your ass. Those aren’t even shorts. More like denim panties if you ask me.”

“Mom,” Sadie huffed. “Do you have a problem with my shorts?”

“Um.” I cleared my throat twice and raised my hand. “I don’t have a problem with them.”

Either she didn’t hear me or she chose to ignore me. “I’m just wearing them around the house, Mom. We’ve got lots of painting to do today.”

“But are they even comfortable?” Andrea countered. “Bless your heart, you must feel like you’re walking around with a constant wedge up your ass.”

Sadie threw her a hassled look. “They’re actually
really
comfortable.”

“What about your fredgie?”

“Huh?” Sadie blinked.

“Your front wedgie. Doesn’t that hurt, honey?”

“You’re one to talk, Mom. And you know what? I’m tired of all your
pearl clutching
and
bless your heart
nonsense.” Sadie started for the stairs. “I’m gonna go change now.”

“Thank you.” Andrea shook her head and turned her attention to her laptop. “Keep that ass under wraps, please.”

“Coffee?” I asked Andrea.

“Yes, please.”

I made her a cup and joined her at the kitchen table.

“What do you think of this color?” Andrea angled her laptop to give me a better view of the screen. “I think it’ll look good on the kitchen cabinets.”

“This is your Pinterest board?” I said, making no attempt to keep the disbelief from my voice. “Andrea, I had no idea you were a digital hoarder.”

She threw her head back and laughed with glee. “That’s exactly why I love Pinterest. I can electronic hoard all I want without the clutter.”

“Now which color did you want me to look at?” I asked.

“This one,” she said, pointing to the upper left corner of her screen. “It’s chartreuse yellow.”

“Mmm,” I murmured, scrolling down the page. “I don’t know about chartreuse. I think I like this shade of yellow better.”

“Which one?” she pressed. “Corn silk, saffron, or cadmium?”

“I like saffron the best,” I said decisively.

“I don’t know,” Andrea hedged. “I think I like the chartreuse better.”

“But isn’t that the color in the box of crayons that nobody uses?”

Andrea gave me the stink eye. Not just any stink eye—the Michelle Obama stink eye.

“All right.” I held up my hands in mock horror. “If chartreuse is what you like, I’ll go to the store and get the paint.”

“I’m coming with you,” she said. “I need to get up from this chair and move around before a blood clot takes me out.” As she half-stood, something else on Pinterest caught her eye. “Oh, wait! Look at these other cabinets.”

I laughed good-naturedly. This was starting to feel like Indecision 2015.

“And check out this caption,” Andrea enthused. “It says this shade of ochre was inspired by mid-century French Riviera.”

Scratching the back of my neck, I decided to indulge her. “What better way to bring the French Riviera into your kitchen?”

Andrea was still in recovery, and if DIY home improvement helped her in some way, then I was all for it. With so many of my friends from the army still battling addiction and substance abuse, I knew only too well that recovery was not a spectator sport.

Every member of the family had to be a part of the team.

And I wanted to be a part of this team.

In the next moment, the team leader appeared in a tank top and denim dungarees, and in true Sadie-form, she managed to make overalls look sexy.