Page 36 of The Butterfly Effect
He sped up his actions, sliding a second finger into me and arching it against my G-spot. I whimpered when he bit down lightly on my clit, flicking it with his tongue. “Oh fuck.”
My climax crashed into me, and he rode my orgasm, continuing to pump his fingers into me and swirl his tongue around the sensitive bud. When I tried to push him away, he pinned one of my thighs to the bed and kept going.
Tears brimmed in my eyes, threatening to fall. My entire body shook, but I needed more of him. All of him. “Please. I… Please,” I begged between moans and heavy breaths.
“Please what? Use your words, baby.” He spoke as he moved back up my body, nipping at the marks he’d left earlier and stopping to suck each of my nipples into his mouth one at a time.
“I need you, William.”
The way he stiffened his back was almost unnoticeable before he positioned himself at my entrance, pausing for only a second before he entered me in one thrust. I cried out at the way he filled me, and I moved my hips, wanting him to continue. He looked at me for a second before pulling out and flipping me over, using my hips to pull me up onto my knees and entering me again. I lunged forward and arched my back, pushing back against him and meeting all of his thrusts. He was rough, slamming into me and hitting me hard with his hips.
I was glad I lived alone as my screams got louder the harder he crashed into me until I was close to losing myself with him. He reached his hand around between us and ran a finger across my clit, and the way he circled it to match his pace pushed me over the edge.
“That’s right. Come apart for me. You’re doing so good.” He groaned before he picked up his pace.
My body did just that, and I crashed into another blinding orgasm. I cried out for a god I haven’t believed in since high school, while I shuddered and clenched around him. He only thrusted into me a few more times before he grunted and released inside of me. I collapsed onto the bed, and he rolled next to me.
I turned to him, pressing my face into his neck and breathing in the sweet and spicy scent of cinnamon and fresh sweat that had completely consumed me. He ran his hand mindlessly up and down the center of my back, leaving trails of goose bumps behind. Every part of me wanted this man to stay in my bed all night and claim me as his over and over, but I had to remind myself this wasn’t a date. This wasn’t romantic lovemaking; this was what they called a gateway drug. I needed more of it, and that scared me.
The way Juliannahad fallen asleep in my arms made my stomach churn. Not because she did it so seamlessly, but because I never wanted to let her go. It took everything in me to get up and leave before she woke up. Taking her to dinner was supposed to be fun and get her to let down a couple of her walls and see me as less of an enemy, but it wasn’t a date. I wasn’t supposed to end up in her bed or inside of her, but for the last two days, that was all I could think about. The frustrating, demanding, absolutely stunning woman who drove me up the wall and made me want to pull my hair out had completely taken over every piece of my mind.
I told myself I was only going to the club she liked, Anthony’s, because they had acceptable drinks and it was close enough to home, but that wasn’t true. Saturday night meant almost any bar was sure to be packed, and I was going to hate that. But part of me hoped she would be there, probably with her gossip-starved friends. Not that I should be going to try and see her.
I need you, William.
Her words echoed in my mind, and I had a twinge of guilt at the idea that she’d meant it more than just sexually in that moment.
There were several cars in the parking lot when I pulled up, so I parked towards the back rather than taking advantage of the valet and made my way in. I glanced around to see if I could spot Julianna’s Jeep, but I didn’t see it. What the fuck was I thinking coming to the bar in hopes of seeing the woman anyway? The crowd inside was thick as I weaved my way to the bar, ready for a drink.
The waitress leaned onto the bar in front of me, giving me a clear view of her cleavage. It did nothing for me, and I ordered my drink with a sour face. She poured the whiskey in a glass, sliding it across the bar to me. I tossed a couple of bills on the counter and turned, leaning back against the bar and scanning the crowd. When I got to the crowd of people dancing, I recognized Katie and their other friend. A few feet farther, there she was, dancing and completely oblivious to me standing there.
She had several eyes on her, and I couldn’t blame them. Her tight-fitting red dress ended at the top of her thighs, and it cut low on her chest, showing the way her tits moved when she bounced around. There was a wide smile on her face while she danced, turning around and dropping into a deep squat in front of her friends. My dick jumped as I watched her, but when a husky brown-haired man approach her from behind, a flash of anger ran through me. He was big, probably my height and with a few pounds on me, but I could take him if I needed to. By the looks of it, his extra pounds weren’t muscle.
The man bent down behind Julianna, wrapping his hand around her waist and saying something in her ear. I stepped away from the bar and moved closer, getting close enough to them to hear their now half-shouted exchange. She turned from him to walk away, trying to end whatever their disagreement was.
“Oh, come on, beautiful. Let’s dance,” he said to her. He cupped her ass, and Julianna whipped around on the ball of her foot, effortlessly moving in the heels she wore to face him. She didn’t see me standing off to the side, and the anger in her eyes made her gaze lethal. Trying to convince myself it didn’t make me happy to see her so mad at being touched by another man was futile. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure she wouldn’t have reacted the same way to me after she’d woken up in an empty bed on Friday morning. Sure I’d strung her along for a couple of months, but I still wanted to be the only one putting his hands on her.
“Donottouch me. I saidno!”
Frustration crossed over the man’s face. He was clearly not used to being told no, and he didn’t handle the rejection well. His figure made Julianna look small when he stepped closer, towering over her. She didn’t back down, though, steeling her posture and glaring when he spoke.
“If you didn’t want the advances, you shouldn’t have come in here looking so fuckable.” Before he flicked his tongue at the end of the word, he had put his hand back on her hip, and she stiffened her shoulders.
I’d stepped towards them, ready to throw the man on his back, when Julianna pulled her arm back. In one breath, she sent her small fist flying into the man’s face. He rebounded backwards at the impact of her fist on his nose, roaring and clutching his hands to his face. She cradled her fist in her other hand, probably learning for the first time that it hurts to punch someone in the face.
“You little fucking bitch.” An infuriated haze filled his eyes as blood seeped out of one of his nostrils. The muscles in his body tensed like a predator, but he was unaware that I had stepped up behind Julianna. His gaze held the threat of a man who wouldn’t hesitate to knock a woman to the ground, and for some reason, I didn’t think it would be the first time.
She didn’t notice me behind her either, as she visibly shook. She curled her hands into tight, angry fists, but before she could strike her hand out and hit him again, my fist met his face. The crack under my hand was audible, and the man cursed and covered his face again. If his nose wasn’t broken before, it was now. He looked at me as if to size me up, clearly debating if he was going to hit me back. I made sure my glaring eyes didn’t leave his face until he turned and walked away, pathetically making his way to the exit. He almost crawled out of the door, no friends following him.
Once he was gone, I looked down at Julianna to find her staring at me in disbelief, her eyes full of shock, confusion, and a hint of anger. “Are you okay?” I asked, turning her towards me and putting my hands on her face.
She nodded, but she still cradled her hand, the surprise not leaving her face. Her eyes were darker when she stared at me, and her frustration hadn’t walked away with the man.
“What are you doing here, William? Are you following me?”
I leaned down until my mouth was by her ear. “Maybe you’re just predictable.”
She swallowed heavily. She may be angry, but she was aroused. For several breaths she was silent and staring, as if she was thinking of the answer to a riddle.
