“Stella and I were together for eight years,” Julian says, which is a surprising way to start. “I met her in college, but she was already signed to a small label. She had been singing in bars and at parties for some time, but she had never quite found the success she sought. I helped her write a few songs until she eventually released her first successful album. She was twenty-three, just like you.”
“Eight years is a very long time,” I state pointedly. “You’ve shared much of your lives and grown and dreamed of so much together.”
Now, how can I compete with that? No wonder there was still some tension between them in the restaurant.
His brows knitted together. “We did, but she turned on me. She seemed to value her career more than the relationship.”
“What happened?”
“She stole the songs I wrote for my label and used them to launch her second album. She won the Grammy for the first time, topped the charts, and established herself as one of the world’s most renowned singers.”
My mouth falls open. “From stolen songs? That’s unethical!”
“Everything happened after I proposed.”
My jealousy rises. It’s as if something pricked my heart.
“And you didn’t even sue her?”
“Dad didn’t want our family to be linked with a scandal. He wanted to keep a positive public image for the business and solve problems discreetly. He wasn’t entirely wrong. I authored the songs, but Stella obtained the rights to the rough drafts behind my back.”
“Well, those songs are what made her famous! She still cheated.” I bolt upright, stunned by what I’ve just heard. My blood is boiling on the inside. I knew there was something about her I wanted to despise. I now genuinely hate her. After everything she’s done, how can she look at his face and dare to touch him?
“You know how the media works. If I start an issue, they’d just create a web of false disputes.”
“How do you feel now? Are you even angry? Because I am!”
He groans. “Of course I am, but I just wanted her out of my life, no matter how devastated I was. Anya, trust is important to me, but she betrayed it because of her greed. She’s already dead to me. I don’t want to deal with her anymore, so I ended it rather than dragging it out.”
“Oh, God. I even used to respect her. She’s unbelievable. Did you love her?”
“I did.”
Of course he did. They had been together for nearly a decade. I can’t help but wonder the same thing about myself. How does Julian feel about me? He did say he cares, but how much?
Does he love me?
I shake off the thought and get back to the subject. That is too soon to consider.
“Stella Pierce is a total sham,” I declare. “Is that why you said I was the only one who understood you? Because I realized the songs belonged to you?”
“That’s how important you are to me. You seem to know me better than anyone else. Nobody else suspected it except you.”
“That isn’t true. You just didn’t make it public. Others may take notice.”
He gives a half-smile. “And yet I didn’t have to make it public for you to notice it.”
“You’re giving me a lot of credit. Is it okay if I ask you a question?” I mumble shyly.
“You are free to ask whatever you want. Why do you always need my approval, mm?” Julian reaches his hand across my lap. “What bothers you?”
“Are you over her now?”
He laughs as if I said something amusing. “Are you sure that’s your question?”
I pout. “Yes! I just want to make sure. Don’t laugh at me.”
“I think you’re adorable.” He kisses my hand. “I’m over her. I’m already over her, especially since I met you.”
“Then, if you ever meet her again, I don’t want her to touch or kiss you. You can’t let her do that. Please, I just don’t want it.”
With a soft chuckle, he puts his arm around me. “I’m sorry. Have you no idea how tempting you are right now? Is it strange that I want to see more of this side of you?”
I sneer at him. “You mean my jealous side?”
“Jealousy definitely suits you.”
I blush. “Anyone would feel jealous! You’re mine.”
“Fine. I’ll simply avoid and ignore her, okay?” To my surprise, he pulls me to his lap and spreads my legs, so I’m straddling him. He pushes me down on his hard erection, which pokes me right to my core. His eyes are blazing with desire.
“Oh my gosh!” I gasp. I grab his shoulders.
“So, what was it you just said?”
“Did I say something?”
He smiles sweetly. “Are you playing shy tonight?”
I hide my eyes, embarrassed. “I said that you’re mine.”
“Saying that makes me think you’ve already fallen for me.”
I pout. “You’re making fun of me.”
“I was already yours before you knew it.” He caresses my waist with his palms possessively. “I like looking at you from this angle. It makes me want to watch you and your pussy bury my cock.”
I look at him, stunned.
Oh my gosh! Did he actually say that aloud? I’ve never felt so hot in my life.
“Would you like to?”
His pupils darken. “I told you there was no need to ask.” He cups the back of my head and kisses me passionately.
Julian’s mouth is raw and greedy as his tongue sweeps through my mouth. I clutch the fabric of his black shirt and kiss him impatiently back. I crave his touch so much that I can’t get enough of his dizzying kisses.
Julian lifts his head, his long finger still clamped around my waist, and we both gasp.
“Say, Anya. You said you’re my big fan. Did you ever think you liked me more than that? I mean, more than just admiration.”
“I’ve already confessed I have a huge crush on you.”
Julian smiles as he squeezes my thighs. “I know that young women your age have crushes. I’m talking about something more serious.”
“Please stop saying I’m young.”
He laughs softly. “It’s the first time I’ve heard someone say she hates being young.”
“I don’t hate it. I just don’t like how it reminds me I’m not a good match for you.”
“Perhaps it’s me who isn’t a good match for you.” He runs his thumb over my knuckles before drawing my hand to his mouth. “Were you attracted to me, then?”
“Okay.” I take a deep breath as I prepare to make my confession. “When I first saw you, I thought you were very sexy and hot. I used to fantasize about you, while you know... when I’m...”
“While what? I’m not sure.”
I roll my eyes. “When I’m in my room by myself and... I touched myself.”
His eyes gleam. “Is that true?”
My cheeks flush as I nod.
“My, my. It appears that we spent far too much time pining for each other.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can say the same thing.”
My lips part open. “Do you mean...”
“Yes. I’d wanted you for a long time, Anya. So we’d better start making up for the lost time, shall we?”
My heart skips a beat as I hear the restrained desire in his voice. His gaze then shifts to my breasts, and my nipples are hard and protruding from beneath my bra. All I can do is nod.
“Take off your clothes. Slowly,” he instructs in a hoarse, soft voice.
I do his request leisurely, lifting the edge of my blouse until it falls off my body. I lower the bra strap from my shoulders. Julian makes a feral sound as he expertly unhooks it from my back. His hands quickly sweep up to cup my swollen breasts.
“You know,” he murmurs in a throaty voice, “I find these perfect. I’m going to devour it for sure.”
“Ohh...” I moan when he tilts his head, takes a bud in his mouth, and then sucks me hard. I rake my hands through his hair, silently encouraging him to keep going. He moves to my other breast, his tongue repeatedly lapping over the nipple.
The bulge in his pants gets harder as he continues.
Julian buries his face between my breasts, his tongue tracing my cleavage line while slipping his hands on my ass.
“I want you again,” he whispers unsteadily.
I playfully bite my bottom lip. “I can say the same,” I say, echoing his phrases.
“So willing.” Julian chortles, his eyes glowing with excitement. “Now, what are you going to do with me?”
I lift myself slightly and place both hands over his belt buckle.
“You’re torturing me. Let’s take it easy,” he grumbles.
“Let’s not.” I then unbuckle him, gradually removing his belt. I can’t wait to see his shaft again, so I unbutton and unzip his pants. I reach my hand into his boxer briefs and pull his length out.
The beads of his own pre-cum glistened on the head. I see how aroused he is—his thick erection pulsing against my palm. I lick my lips.
I’ve never given an oral before, so I’m curious what it is like. Julian’s shaft is neat and as smooth as velvet. He makes me want to taste him.
But instead of rushing to it, I carefully jerk my hand down over his pulsing length. Julian hisses angrily as he clasps my wrist once more, stopping me.
“If you do that, you’ll have me cumming in seconds.”
“You’re not being fair.”
“Believe me, I’ve imagined this too many times. Badly. I even pictured you kneeling before me, but we should do it properly—not when I have something else in mind.”
My cheeks flush. “Perhaps I should have done that while you were sleeping,” I tease, cracking a smile.
He laughs. “I should be careful. I absolutely want to be conscious when you do that.” He grabs my right buttock cheek. I notice he seems a little too fond of that particular gesture.
“So, tell me, what’s on your mind?”
“I’d like you to ride me.”
My throat tightens up. “W-what? I’ve never tried that.”
“Let’s do something about it.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He draws out a small foil packet.
He keeps a condom in his wallet? That’s surprising.
He tears the foil with his teeth and pulls out the thin sheet of elastic from it. He unrolls the fold and slithers it all the way down his shaft.
My mouth starts to water.
“I’m probably weird,” I mumble.
“Why is that?”
“Because I find that very satisfying to watch.”
He laughs. “You’re not weird. Come here now.” He guides me up and positions his shaft to my wet opening.
I huff as he slithers his length up inside me, inch by inch, until his cock fills me. I close my eyes and lower my body. “Oh, god! I feel so full!”
“Move along with me. Up and down, gently.” His hands were on my waist, supporting me.
I obey him. A little at a time.
“Yes, just like that,” he mumbles. “Mm.”
He directs my movements with his hands on my hips until he surrenders control, and I begin to ride him passionately. I whimper a series of loud, delicious moans.
Julian’s breaths become uneven, and his groans rougher every time I move.
My sounds are a mix of sobs and groans. As our pace quickens, the slapping sounds of our skin fill the living room. I now count this way of making love among my favorites. Only Julian can do this to me.
I grind free over his lap without his hands guiding my movements until I feel the familiar approach of my orgasm.
“Julian!” I yell, shuddering from the torturous sensation.
“Damn, you feel so good,” he curses as he clamps my hips and pumps himself up to meet my thrusts.
He growls angrily as he finds his release, but he keeps ramming into me until I find mine. My legs quiver with numbness, and my body collides with his. I lay on his shoulders, my arms still around him.
“You drive me crazy...” He fondles my hair and whispers sweet goodness into my ears.