Inseparable: A New Adult Erotic Romance (3 page)

Julie gave him an encouraging smiled. "We don’t have to do anything, Jack. How about we just sit down on the couch and talk a little? That was nice, wasn’t it?"

"Yes." Jack flushed a deep red. "Very nice."

He allowed her to draw him back inside the house and into the living room. When they reached the couch Jack looked nervous, but sat close to her when she pulled him down. He reached over to touch her hair. His fingers were trembling. "Why are you doing this?" he asked.

"I really don’t know. You seem a little lost. Maybe I’d just like to make you feel better." Julie chuckled lightly. "Besides, you’re a good looking man, Jack. Does a girl really need more reason than that?"

His answer was to lean down to kiss her again while the heat built back up between them. She let him lead how fast he wanted to go. When he finally moved his hand over her breast, she let him know she liked it by sucking air through her lips and pushing into his hand. She touched him on his chest in return and ran her fingernails down to his stomach, making him twitch and gasp.

Julie slowly kissed his neck and his ears, and while he was distracted by her soft nibbling, she helped him along by moving his hand under her sweatshirt. Her encouragement led him to touch her breasts without any further assistance. He ran his thumb across the soft fabric covering her nipples which made her moan softly against his ear.

When he brushed his hand back down across her mons, she couldn’t take it anymore. "I want you. Don’t make me beg, Jack."

Jack pulled back to look in her eyes, his face flushed bright red and his eyes wide. He nodded and helped her to her feet. They walked slowly to his bedroom, holding hands as they recovered their breath. As they passed the threshold, he let go of her hand and began to tug at the snap of her jeans. She lifted her sweatshirt over her head as he began to slide her jeans over her hips. He whispered, "I love your bra and panties."

"Thank you," she said, pulling his undershirt over his head and running her hands over his lightly haired chest. He was much more fit than the loose suit he had been wearing earlier had suggested, and she regretted calling him soft to Cathy earlier. The button on his jeans stymied her for a moment, but he tugged the button fly open with a practiced hand. She slid her hands into his jeans, straightening his shaft through his underwear, cooing as his already moist head peeked out taller than the elastic band on his briefs, stopping only an inch or so from his navel.

"Oh my..." She ran her hands into his underwear, suddenly hungry to have him in her mouth.

His eyes shut in pleasure at her touch. She bent over and planted a kiss on the tip, sliding down the jeans and underwear and then taking more of him into her mouth. "Oh... yes," he whispered. She seductively pushed him back towards the bed, her eyes locked onto his the whole time.

He lay back on the bed as she knelt between his legs, sliding his balls around with her fingers and licking down his shaft. He could only groan as she continued to lick up and down, taking his head into her mouth for a moment each time she reached the top. He was too large to take into her mouth fully, but she tried her best anyway.

She used one hand to press against the base of his shaft, the other to grip him hard just under his head. Her small hand couldn’t reach around his shaft completely, but she could still move his skin over its hard interior. As she slid as much of his head as she could into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around and moved her hands together. He clenched his muscles to lift himself with her motions, groaning and gasping loudly as she brought him closer to his release.

She felt him tense up. The base of his shaft pulsed a warning, and she slid in as much of him as she dared into her mouth without gagging. The first hot blast hit the back of her throat and filled her mouth faster than she could swallow. She kept her hands moving as he moaned her name, straining for a long moment of tension as the last bit dribbled onto her tongue, to finally relax into a wet heap on the bed.

She was careful when she slipped him out of her mouth, letting his softening shaft hang down, still amazed at his proportions. She kissed his stomach as she crawled her way onto the bed, then his chest, finally to nestle herself against his side with his arm coming around her shoulder.

"That was the best sex I’ve ever had, seriously," he said, panting. "And we didn’t even have sex."

"Yet." Julie said with a purr. "That was so nice, but you have no idea how much I want you right now."

He chuckled, then looked down at his soft manhood, nowhere near ready for another round yet. "I’m recovering as fast as I can. Let me go get a drink. Want anything from the kitchen?"

"You," she said with a smile. "And a glass of water."

She watched his taut ass as he walked away, marveling at how this could have happened. When Cathy had found the shoes earlier, sex was the last thing on her mind. Now, she burned for him with a passion that she barely understood herself.

When he came back with her water, she was naked, spread out to take up the whole bed, with her eyes closed. The bed shook when he sat next to her, then she felt his lips drizzle cold water in her mouth while he kissed her. She hummed happily, even enjoying it when some of the cold water spilled out along her cheeks. He kept feeding her water until the glass was empty and the pillow was damp.

"Oh, that's nice," she whispered, opening her eyes.

Putting the glass back down on the night stand, he moved around to climb up from the bottom of the bed, sliding his arms underneath her thighs. The cool breath on her mons made her gasp. He gazed at her beautiful, smooth sex for what seemed like forever before gently kissing her along the crease of her thigh. Julie sucked in air from her teeth at the contact. He kissed her everywhere except where she wanted. Finally, in frustration, she grabbed his hair and pushed his mouth onto her slit. He chuckled and began to lick, opening her with his tongue, to then slide it into her.

The sensation made her raise her knees and push against his face while she ran her fingers through his hair. He kept a slow, steady pace, licking from top to bottom, bottom to top. She began to draw ragged breaths, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hung open. She was so close, and his tongue felt so good, but she knew something that would feel even better. "Take me, take me, I want to feel you inside me."

He bit his lip. "This is a bad time to bring this up, but I don’t have any condoms."

"I have one in my purse."

"It... uh... won’t fit," he said, sounding embarrassed. "I had to buy custom condoms the last time I needed one."

She hesitated, but his breath was still gently blowing over her wet mons making it hard to think. "Oh, just fuck me!"

He slid up next to her, raised up on one elbow to guide himself in. She felt his head spread her open as it slipped inside. He began to make small movements back and forth, giving her plenty of time to adjust to the pleasant intrusion. She had her eyes shut and worried that she looked like he was hurting her, but she was feeling nothing like pain.

"Oh! Keep going..."

The sensation, when he finally went all the way in, made her hang weakly onto his shoulders. He let her catch her breath then began to thrust, slow movements at first, but picking up the tempo as she began to respond. She moaned as he continued to thrust within her, plowing into her body. He was so big and she had never felt so full.

She smiled up at him as she saw beads of sweat begin to form on his muscular frame. "Let me get on top," she said. He smiled, then wrapped his hands around her back and lifted. She squealed a little with delight as he rolled over, bringing her with him. When he stopped rolling, she found herself on top of him, every inch of their skin touching.

His hands went to her ass, spreading her open and thrusting into her from underneath. She felt him hammer into her, feeling so good that she wanted to scream. Suddenly, his hands moved from her ass to her sides.

"Bounce on me," he said. "I want to see your beautiful body."

She smiled and straightened up, beginning to grind against his massive dick. His hands grabbed her breasts, kneading the flesh more than a little roughly as she bounced on him. All the while, his eyes looked her up and down like she really was beautiful.

Suddenly, he reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her back down to his body. He tightened his fist, lightly pulling a handful of her hair as he began to deeply thrust in her again. She gasped with how much pleasure coursed through her body.

His lips went to her ear. "I want you to lay down on your side." He released her hair from his hand.

She couldn't seem to move fast enough. Immediately she knelt up, surprised at the how badly she wanted his cock in her body again. She laid on her side, facing away from him but snuggling up as close to him as she could. He quickly entered her again.

He reached around her and grabbed her breasts again, this time seeming to pull her more into him, as if he couldn't get enough of her. She began to moan loudly, knowing that she was almost there. She began to make nonsensical sounds when he really started to pound into her. Julie arched her back and held her breath for long seconds before panting a few times, then held her breath again. She gripped the sheets, and for a moment thought that she could feel every one of the three thousand threads of the expensive sheets beneath her. It was enough to send her over the edge.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," she cried out.

It hit her like a storm. Her hands clutched the sheets even harder and her toes curled. She screamed, her face going red. The muscles around his shaft squeezed and pulsed, trying to coax him into joining her. He began to thrust even quicker, his fingers gripping her breasts even tighter. As the last wave of her orgasm hit, she could feel a warm sensation as he filled her with his seed. She knew this was dangerous, but she couldn't stop. As his orgasm wound down as well, she felt him kissing her wildly.

"That was the best sex I’ve ever had," Julie said after she caught her breath. "Seriously."

He rolled off of her and slid his arm under her pillow, kissing her on her shoulder. After a long silence, he whispered, "Tell me something about yourself. I want to know all about you. What do you do for fun? Did you ever want to go to school?"

"Yeah, I did. I always considered myself smart, but studying was mostly something to keep me occupied at home. I read all the time, almost anything I could get my hands on. I wanted to be a writer for a while, then a journalist, but an English degree will get you a job at Starbucks and a Journalism degree will let you clean the bathrooms."

"So why didn't you?" he asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

"I got offered a little financial aid when I graduated, but the gap between aid and paid was too big for me to manage alone. Mom has nothing. Hell, I pay for over half the bills as it is. There’s just no way for me to do school and work. I take classes at Houston Community College when they offer cheap ones. I’ve done a few art classes, a series on photography. I finally stopped because it just made me realize how much I’d love to go to school full time."

"You ever think of joining the service for the GI Bill?"

"No, not my style. I am a bit too independent to take orders seriously. Besides, Mom would end up living even worse than we do now if I left her."

"So are you working at Bigger Bounce full time?"

"I wish. I also work at a flea market on the weekends selling things Mom can’t move at the pawn shop. I found if I wear a tight shirt and let them think they have a chance, I can usually cover about twice the cost of the table, sometimes a little extra. I also paint murals for restaurants. Sometimes I pull a shift delivering food, but my car is so worn out that I’m really pushing my luck doing that. I painted faces at the art festival last year and made out pretty well, but you can’t do that full time."

Jack rested his lips on her shoulder, then said quietly, "No wonder you got so mad at me."

"Yeah, most of you rich guys have a no-fee bank account, regular paychecks, make more than you owe while I have a pre-paid debit card. You know how that works?"

He shook his head.

"You take your paycheck to a check cashing place, but it costs you less if you just pay the three bucks to put the money on their pre-paid debit card. It mostly works like a bank debit card, but they also charge a monthly fee, so you have to watch it if you get low at the end of the month. It’s all fees, fees, fees as they whittle down the little bit of money you make, hardly noticing each cut as they bleed you dry. When I sat down last year to add it up, I realized that I’d paid something like two hundred bucks for the convenience of using it."

"Seriously? That sucks! Why haven’t I heard about this before?"

"Poor people can’t buy media coverage; we have to spend our cash on food and gas."

"Damn... how can you live like that?"

"What choice do I have? I consider myself hard working and smart, but without some kind of starting capital or family to rely on for support, smart just doesn’t cut it anymore. So instead of becoming a drunk like my mom, or sitting around stoned all day playing video games like some of my old high school friends, I just go out and find a big, dumb, strapping guy to fuck me stupid. Then I go home to my rat hole of an apartment, clean myself up and go to work again." She had tears in her eyes. "Sorry."

Jack pulled her close and lay in silence for a while. "So I'm your big, strapping guy this week?" He chuckled sadly. "Damn it, Julie, that's just not fair."

"It’s OK. Look, this is just a soap box I get on every few weeks, and none of my friends want to hear it anymore. Thanks for letting me dump on you. It’s not fair with all you’re going through either."

He pulled her to roll over and face him. "And I'm sorry I ruined the mood. Why don't you stay here with me tonight," he suggested with a grin. "I can't remember the last time I've gone three times before, but if you need one more I'm willing to try."

Julie thought about her rules then. Never stay over was her big number one, but the bed was warm and his arms were comfortable. She told herself it was really for him because she could sense his fear of being alone. "Why don't you rest up and we'll try again in the morning," she said and kissed him tenderly. Then they fell into a comfortable silence, legs entwined, holding onto each other as they drifted off to sleep.