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Title: Impressive
Rating: R-NC-17, whatever
Summary: I can’t even pretend this has a plot. Julie/Ryan PWP. A request for elzed. (Like I said, don't expect too much. Heh.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
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“Remind me what we’re doing here again?”
Ryan scratched his head as he followed Seth through the doors of his deceased grandfather’s mansion.
“The will, Ryan, the will. Keep your eyes on the prize.”
“I know we’re here for the reading of your grandfather’s will, but why here? I mean, couldn’t we have done it in an office somewhere? I feel like your grandfather’s ghost is watching me. It’s kinda creepy.”
“Julie’s idea. I guess she figures she’ll seem more sympathetic in a bathrobe and slippers, mooning over her dead husband than in a Dolce and Gabbana suit in some stuffy office. And you know what they say: What the lady want, the lady gets. I know my grandfather left me that boat and if I have to sit through a bunch of boring crap to get it, that’s what I’ll do.”
“Real sympathetic. I’m sure your mom would be proud.”
“Reality check, Ryan. The only time my grandfather was nice to me was on that boat. It has sentimental value.”
Ryan arched his eyebrows.
“Okay, and yeah, it’s worth a million and change, but that’s not why I want it. There are other reasons.”
“Sentimental reasons?”
“Yes, exactly!”
“Whatever.” Ryan said, rolling his eyes. The pain sliced through him with the movement. He touched his temples with his fingers and then pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What’s wrong?” Seth asked, concerned.
“It’s just…this headache,” Ryan said, gently shaking his head.
Seth narrowed his eyes. “You still got that?”
“Yeah, but I’m okay.” Ryan waved away Seth’s concern. “It just…it doesn’t seem to go away.”
“Oh, maybe it’s a migraine. Gramps used to get those sometimes…I’m sure he has some of his old medicine around here somewhere. Come, follow me.”
“Ah, Seth, I don’t think we should go rooting around your grandfather’s things.”
“Nonsense.”
Seth led Ryan down the hallway into the master bedroom and inside the bathroom. He pulled open the cupboard, haphazardly searching. “Bingo!”
He dropped a pill onto his hand and placed it in Ryan’s open palm. Ryan took a quick look at the blue pill before popping it on his tongue and turning on the faucet to scoop water into his mouth to allow him to swallow it. Hopefully it worked fast. Ryan couldn’t take the headache much longer.
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They sat around in the den, waiting for Julie. Who knew what was taking her so long. Everyone was starting to get restless.
Ryan felt weird --sort of flushed and tingly, like a wave of desire was stirring inside him, but there was nothing to make him react that way. He wasn’t a new teenager, in the throes of puberty, things like this hadn’t happened to him since he was thirteen. It shouldn’t be happening now. Something was wrong. Ryan’s temples were pounding as he tried to find a rational explanation. And then it occurred to him that he still had a headache. He still had a headache…and an erection as hard as steel that wasn’t going away, despite how many times he thought about baseball…even picturing Al Roker naked was having no effect. Something was definitely wrong. What the hell had Seth given him?
“Oh, shit!”
Seth turned quizzically toward Ryan, lifting his eyebrows. “What’s up?”
Ryan scoffed at Seth’s unintentional, but highly accurate question, because something was definitely up and pressing against the denim of his jeans painfully.
Ryan turned his eyes toward Seth, feeling his face flush and a sweat breaking out over his skin. He took in a deep breath and tried to find the words to explain.
When Ryan didn’t answer him right away, Seth pestered. “Why are you, uh…?”
Ryan spoke lowly. “I kind of have a…a problem.”
“A problem?”
“Yeah.” Ryan said, letting his eyes fall to the front of his pants.
“What kind of…?” Seth said following Ryan’s gaze. “Dude!”
“Seth, shut up. Get up and walk in front of me, back to the bathroom.”
“What?! No!”
“Seth!” Ryan warned, turning his gaze dark. If Seth knew what was good for him, he would walk in front of Ryan and not say another word.
“Fine, but don’t, like, point it at me.”
“Don’t be a jerk.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Inside the sanctity of the bathroom, Ryan leaned against the counter and held his face in his hands. “It won’t go away! Seth, what did you give me?”
“I don’t know, headache stuff.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, man, look at the label,” Seth said and handed Ryan the nearly empty bottle. Ryan read it.
“Something isn’t right here.” Ryan rummaged through a bunch of pill bottles until he found what he was looking for. He opened the container and slipped out a pill and compared it to the headache medicine he has taken earlier. That couldn’t be right. No, no, no. He carefully scrutinizes the pills. There had to be a difference. But there wasn’t. “Jesus, Seth. You gave me Viagra!”
“What? No, I didn’t. The label clearly says Relpax. What the hell?”
“Julie must have switched out the pills.”
“Why would she do that?”
“It’s Julie, why does she do anything she does?”
“Shit,” Seth said.
His gaze dropped to Ryan’s crotch. He looked very uncomfortable, but Ryan was the one with the ginormous hard-on and he couldn’t worry about what Seth was thinking. How was he going to get out of this one? “This is just great. I can’t go out there like this.”
Seth scratched behind his ear and shrugged. “Why don’t you just…take care of it?”
Ryan look at Seth, slightly confused. “Take care of it?”
“Yeah, you know,” Seth said, holding his hand in the air and making a lewd gesture.
Ryan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Here?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Because this is your grandfather’s house and…and I can’t do that here!”
“You do it enough in your own shower every morning.”
Ryan opened his mouth to speak but closed it just as quickly. He couldn’t exactly argue with that, but the fact that Seth seemed to know that Ryan did that most mornings disturbed him a little. Did he hear him? Or was he just going by what he did every morning? Either way, he’d rather not think about it.
“Look, I gotta get back. If my mom or dad, or God forbid, Julie, come looking for us, I really don’t want to be caught in the bathroom with you in the state you’re in. No offense, dude. It was hard enough… oooh, sorry! Anyway, I have a girlfriend now and I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t need anyone stirring up that gay-vibe stuff again. I’ll make up some lame excuse while you…well, you know.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
Seth closed the door behind him, leaving Ryan alone with his thoughts and raging body parts.
The logical part of his brain was telling him to just unbuckle his belt, drop his pants, and go to town, but the other part of his brain-the one terrified of Caleb’s ghost-was telling him to just wait it out, that it had to go down eventually. Ryan picked up the bottle Seth had left on the counter, in frustration. He read the warnings. “Four hours?! No fucking way!”
Taking in a deep breath, Ryan let his hand drop down to his belt buckle. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. With his pants pooled around his feet, Ryan’s hand slipped inside his boxers and clasped his hard length in his trembling hand. This was so wrong…but it felt so good. Stroking vigorously, Ryan couldn’t help but let out a little moan. He was almost there. Almost…just another good…
“Oh, my God!”
Ryan spun around, nearly tripping over his feet as he pulled his hands free of his boxers and tried to pull up his pants. He immediately felt the burn in his cheeks and he was positive his face was a deep shade of crimson.
“Mrs. Nichol! Cooper-Nichol! Julie Cooper-Nichol!”
“Just Julie is fine,” she said, amused. Ryan could have sworn she licked her lips.
She stepped into the room. Ryan clutched his pants against his front, trying desperately to pull up his zipper, but the damn thing was stuck.
“My, my, my. What do we have here? I guess I understand what my daughter sees in you. That’s quite…impressive.”
“What?!” Ryan squeaked.
He held his breath. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
Julie reached her hand out, moving toward him, until she was touching…his bicep?
“Ooh, that,” Ryan said, as his blush continued to deepen.
Julie’s eyes flickered mischievously, and this time, he was sure her tongue had snaked out to wet her lips. “What did you think I meant?”
“No. It’s…nothing,” he answered, sheepishly. He finally managed to shift and pull the zipper on his pants up. His fingers fumbled a second longer with the button. He all but gave up on his belt as he felt her eyes on him.
“Ryan, be a dear and help me with this.”
Ryan forced his eyes off the tiles and looked in her direction. She was holding a spindle of fabric and there were more on the floor.
“I really should get back.”
“It’ll only take a minute.”
Ryan reluctantly nodded and grabbed the remaining spindles from the floor. He held them in front of him as he followed her into the depths of her bedroom. He set them on the bed and turned to go.
“Just a minute,” Julie called and walked across the room, closing the door. Ryan heard the lock click into place. Uh oh. “I think we should have a little talk, Ryan.”
“A talk? About…?”
“About Marissa,” she said over her shoulder as she sorted through the various fabrics. She picked up a wispy pink lace and began to unravel it. “She’s a fragile girl, Ryan.”
“No, she’s really not,” Ryan said, uncomfortably watching Julie stalk toward him. Her heels were impossible high. He wondered how the hell she walked in them. When he looked back up, she was right there, sliding her leg between his. She parted his thighs and pushed him gently onto the bed. It did nothing to ease the tension in his shorts. What the hell was going through her mind? And what was she going to do to him?
“Well, maybe,” Julie said, absently looking him up and down --her gaze faltering at the huge bulge in his jeans. She cleared her throat. “She’ll bounce back from this, I suppose. She is my daughter, after all. Lord knows I got into my share of trouble at her age.”
“I would never have guessed,” Ryan said sarcastically, trying to keep his voice even.
He felt the fabric come into contact with his hand resting on the pole of the bed. He watched, stunned, as she wrapped it around his wrist, tying it to the wooden bedpost. “What are you…?”
“Shh… I think I’ve been too hard on you, Ryan.” She grabbed his other hand and tied it beside his other hand. Ryan could have stopped her, but he just…didn’t.
Julie looked him up and down approvingly. There was such fire in her eyes and Ryan couldn’t help but get a little excited about what he saw reflected there. Pure lust. Julie was a woman of intense sexual energy. She radiated with wanton abandon. She buzzed with lust. Ryan didn’t have to experience it to know she was a hellcat in bed. Sex and Julie were practically synonymous. Julie simply was sex.
No wonder Luke had gone for it. He found himself unable to resist her advances, too.
Ryan gasped. Her hand was on his stomach, moving ever so slowing down, down toward… Oh, God. Her hand stroked him through his jeans. He hissed.
“I think I misjudged you. I think you might be good for Marissa. You wouldn’t ever hurt her, would you, Ryan?”
Ryan exhaled raggedly.
“Not on purpose,” he choked out.
Julie dropped to her knees. Ryan closed his eyes and shook his head. This had to be a dream. But no, even as he thought it, even as he felt his zipper being lowered and his jeans and boxers being pulled from his body, he knew that this was really happening. Julie Cooper-Nichol, Marissa’s mom, was about to give him head in Caleb Nichol’s bedroom. If Caleb wasn’t haunting him already, Ryan was pretty sure that he would forever be stalked by the ghost of the powerful man now. And even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t help the desire that washed over him in pulsating waves.
Ryan tried to calm his breathing as he tentatively opened his eyes. The sight before him-Julie greedily taking in the sight of his cock, licking her cherry red lips-thrilled him in a way that just wasn’t reasonable. Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to what he knew was her final destination. If he hadn’t been as hard as a rock, he was pretty sure the feel of Julie flicking out her tongue to taste him would have been enough to make him stand at full attention. He jerked off the bed with the rush of pleasure that followed. Julie smiled knowingly. She licked at him slowly, sweeping her tongue around the pronounced ridge of his cock head while her eyes stared straight into his.
Holy fuck!
Her fingers circled his shaft, stroking his hard length while her tongue toyed with him. He couldn’t deny how good it felt, or how the tension is his temples moved further down south as he strained in her skilled hands, pushing his length in rhythm with her long strokes.
Ryan knew he should feel guilty and ashamed -he was betraying Marissa, with her mother no less-but he couldn’t think of consequences or the reality of what was happening because it just felt too fucking good. Julie had an amazing mouth.
His cock disappeared into the cavern of her mouth as she took him all the way to the back of her throat, creating the most amazing sensations as she sucked in her cheeks, bobbing up and down on his thick shaft. His hips rose off the bed, bucking as she cupped his sacs in her manicured hands. He felt her nails gently scraping his quickly tightening balls and his eyes slammed shut. His teeth sank into his lip to prevent a groan from leaving his mouth.
And then she began to hum.
Ryan tugged against his restraints, only managing to pull them tighter around his wrists. He wanted to take control, to pump into her waiting mouth until he was satiated. This slow torture was killing him.
Bucking and twisting, he managed to plunge deeper into her wet mouth. He could feel the strain in his lower back, the pull that told him he’d soon be filling her mouth with his hot fluids.
He pulled back and plunged back in, feeling Julie's hand slip around the base of his cock, squeezing him hard to prevent his release. She shifted, pulling her mouth off of him and the sound of it and the loss of sensation frustrated him.
She looked at him, her eyes mischievous, and for a second, he thought she was going to leave him here and not finish what she started. But her lips curled into a smile and her tongue once again circled the head of his cock, lapping up the beads of moisture seeping out of him. She took him into her mouth again, vigorously stroking his shaft with one hand, cupping his balls in the other and using her mouth to bring him to the point of no return.
He came in her hothothot mouth on a guttural moan that filled the air and tickled his own ears. She swallowed all the he had before releasing him and wiping at her pouty lips. God, he almost want to… No!
Ryan settled back on the bed, wanting to lay down to absorb everything, but his hands were still tied, making it impossible.
Julie stood to her full height, brushing her hair out of her eyes and straightening out her clothes as if nothing had happened -as if she hadn’t just sucked his dick while a group of their family and friends waiting in the den for her. Ryan looked at her, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
Julie leaned over and untied one of his hands, leaving him to untie the other one himself.
Striding across the room, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. “It really is impressive, Ryan,” she said with a wink.
She exited the room, leaving him alone to process what had just happened.
Ryan sat on the bed, his pants around his ankles, stunned. What the hell was that? How had he let things go so far? Why hadn’t he stopped Julie? A little voice in the back of his head whispered to him that he didn’t want to stop her, that it had been a long time since he’d gotten any and that he should just accept what happened and move on.
It was stupid and impulsive and if Marissa ever found out, she would never forgive him. He didn’t even want to think about that. Ryan decided to bury this little incident in the back of his mind, where he hid everything else he was too afraid or too ashamed deal with.
At least one positive thing had come out of this whole mess… His headache was gone.
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The end.
Rating: R-NC-17, whatever
Summary: I can’t even pretend this has a plot. Julie/Ryan PWP. A request for elzed. (Like I said, don't expect too much. Heh.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
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“Remind me what we’re doing here again?”
Ryan scratched his head as he followed Seth through the doors of his deceased grandfather’s mansion.
“The will, Ryan, the will. Keep your eyes on the prize.”
“I know we’re here for the reading of your grandfather’s will, but why here? I mean, couldn’t we have done it in an office somewhere? I feel like your grandfather’s ghost is watching me. It’s kinda creepy.”
“Julie’s idea. I guess she figures she’ll seem more sympathetic in a bathrobe and slippers, mooning over her dead husband than in a Dolce and Gabbana suit in some stuffy office. And you know what they say: What the lady want, the lady gets. I know my grandfather left me that boat and if I have to sit through a bunch of boring crap to get it, that’s what I’ll do.”
“Real sympathetic. I’m sure your mom would be proud.”
“Reality check, Ryan. The only time my grandfather was nice to me was on that boat. It has sentimental value.”
Ryan arched his eyebrows.
“Okay, and yeah, it’s worth a million and change, but that’s not why I want it. There are other reasons.”
“Sentimental reasons?”
“Yes, exactly!”
“Whatever.” Ryan said, rolling his eyes. The pain sliced through him with the movement. He touched his temples with his fingers and then pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What’s wrong?” Seth asked, concerned.
“It’s just…this headache,” Ryan said, gently shaking his head.
Seth narrowed his eyes. “You still got that?”
“Yeah, but I’m okay.” Ryan waved away Seth’s concern. “It just…it doesn’t seem to go away.”
“Oh, maybe it’s a migraine. Gramps used to get those sometimes…I’m sure he has some of his old medicine around here somewhere. Come, follow me.”
“Ah, Seth, I don’t think we should go rooting around your grandfather’s things.”
“Nonsense.”
Seth led Ryan down the hallway into the master bedroom and inside the bathroom. He pulled open the cupboard, haphazardly searching. “Bingo!”
He dropped a pill onto his hand and placed it in Ryan’s open palm. Ryan took a quick look at the blue pill before popping it on his tongue and turning on the faucet to scoop water into his mouth to allow him to swallow it. Hopefully it worked fast. Ryan couldn’t take the headache much longer.
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They sat around in the den, waiting for Julie. Who knew what was taking her so long. Everyone was starting to get restless.
Ryan felt weird --sort of flushed and tingly, like a wave of desire was stirring inside him, but there was nothing to make him react that way. He wasn’t a new teenager, in the throes of puberty, things like this hadn’t happened to him since he was thirteen. It shouldn’t be happening now. Something was wrong. Ryan’s temples were pounding as he tried to find a rational explanation. And then it occurred to him that he still had a headache. He still had a headache…and an erection as hard as steel that wasn’t going away, despite how many times he thought about baseball…even picturing Al Roker naked was having no effect. Something was definitely wrong. What the hell had Seth given him?
“Oh, shit!”
Seth turned quizzically toward Ryan, lifting his eyebrows. “What’s up?”
Ryan scoffed at Seth’s unintentional, but highly accurate question, because something was definitely up and pressing against the denim of his jeans painfully.
Ryan turned his eyes toward Seth, feeling his face flush and a sweat breaking out over his skin. He took in a deep breath and tried to find the words to explain.
When Ryan didn’t answer him right away, Seth pestered. “Why are you, uh…?”
Ryan spoke lowly. “I kind of have a…a problem.”
“A problem?”
“Yeah.” Ryan said, letting his eyes fall to the front of his pants.
“What kind of…?” Seth said following Ryan’s gaze. “Dude!”
“Seth, shut up. Get up and walk in front of me, back to the bathroom.”
“What?! No!”
“Seth!” Ryan warned, turning his gaze dark. If Seth knew what was good for him, he would walk in front of Ryan and not say another word.
“Fine, but don’t, like, point it at me.”
“Don’t be a jerk.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Inside the sanctity of the bathroom, Ryan leaned against the counter and held his face in his hands. “It won’t go away! Seth, what did you give me?”
“I don’t know, headache stuff.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, man, look at the label,” Seth said and handed Ryan the nearly empty bottle. Ryan read it.
“Something isn’t right here.” Ryan rummaged through a bunch of pill bottles until he found what he was looking for. He opened the container and slipped out a pill and compared it to the headache medicine he has taken earlier. That couldn’t be right. No, no, no. He carefully scrutinizes the pills. There had to be a difference. But there wasn’t. “Jesus, Seth. You gave me Viagra!”
“What? No, I didn’t. The label clearly says Relpax. What the hell?”
“Julie must have switched out the pills.”
“Why would she do that?”
“It’s Julie, why does she do anything she does?”
“Shit,” Seth said.
His gaze dropped to Ryan’s crotch. He looked very uncomfortable, but Ryan was the one with the ginormous hard-on and he couldn’t worry about what Seth was thinking. How was he going to get out of this one? “This is just great. I can’t go out there like this.”
Seth scratched behind his ear and shrugged. “Why don’t you just…take care of it?”
Ryan look at Seth, slightly confused. “Take care of it?”
“Yeah, you know,” Seth said, holding his hand in the air and making a lewd gesture.
Ryan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Here?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Because this is your grandfather’s house and…and I can’t do that here!”
“You do it enough in your own shower every morning.”
Ryan opened his mouth to speak but closed it just as quickly. He couldn’t exactly argue with that, but the fact that Seth seemed to know that Ryan did that most mornings disturbed him a little. Did he hear him? Or was he just going by what he did every morning? Either way, he’d rather not think about it.
“Look, I gotta get back. If my mom or dad, or God forbid, Julie, come looking for us, I really don’t want to be caught in the bathroom with you in the state you’re in. No offense, dude. It was hard enough… oooh, sorry! Anyway, I have a girlfriend now and I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t need anyone stirring up that gay-vibe stuff again. I’ll make up some lame excuse while you…well, you know.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
Seth closed the door behind him, leaving Ryan alone with his thoughts and raging body parts.
The logical part of his brain was telling him to just unbuckle his belt, drop his pants, and go to town, but the other part of his brain-the one terrified of Caleb’s ghost-was telling him to just wait it out, that it had to go down eventually. Ryan picked up the bottle Seth had left on the counter, in frustration. He read the warnings. “Four hours?! No fucking way!”
Taking in a deep breath, Ryan let his hand drop down to his belt buckle. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. With his pants pooled around his feet, Ryan’s hand slipped inside his boxers and clasped his hard length in his trembling hand. This was so wrong…but it felt so good. Stroking vigorously, Ryan couldn’t help but let out a little moan. He was almost there. Almost…just another good…
“Oh, my God!”
Ryan spun around, nearly tripping over his feet as he pulled his hands free of his boxers and tried to pull up his pants. He immediately felt the burn in his cheeks and he was positive his face was a deep shade of crimson.
“Mrs. Nichol! Cooper-Nichol! Julie Cooper-Nichol!”
“Just Julie is fine,” she said, amused. Ryan could have sworn she licked her lips.
She stepped into the room. Ryan clutched his pants against his front, trying desperately to pull up his zipper, but the damn thing was stuck.
“My, my, my. What do we have here? I guess I understand what my daughter sees in you. That’s quite…impressive.”
“What?!” Ryan squeaked.
He held his breath. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
Julie reached her hand out, moving toward him, until she was touching…his bicep?
“Ooh, that,” Ryan said, as his blush continued to deepen.
Julie’s eyes flickered mischievously, and this time, he was sure her tongue had snaked out to wet her lips. “What did you think I meant?”
“No. It’s…nothing,” he answered, sheepishly. He finally managed to shift and pull the zipper on his pants up. His fingers fumbled a second longer with the button. He all but gave up on his belt as he felt her eyes on him.
“Ryan, be a dear and help me with this.”
Ryan forced his eyes off the tiles and looked in her direction. She was holding a spindle of fabric and there were more on the floor.
“I really should get back.”
“It’ll only take a minute.”
Ryan reluctantly nodded and grabbed the remaining spindles from the floor. He held them in front of him as he followed her into the depths of her bedroom. He set them on the bed and turned to go.
“Just a minute,” Julie called and walked across the room, closing the door. Ryan heard the lock click into place. Uh oh. “I think we should have a little talk, Ryan.”
“A talk? About…?”
“About Marissa,” she said over her shoulder as she sorted through the various fabrics. She picked up a wispy pink lace and began to unravel it. “She’s a fragile girl, Ryan.”
“No, she’s really not,” Ryan said, uncomfortably watching Julie stalk toward him. Her heels were impossible high. He wondered how the hell she walked in them. When he looked back up, she was right there, sliding her leg between his. She parted his thighs and pushed him gently onto the bed. It did nothing to ease the tension in his shorts. What the hell was going through her mind? And what was she going to do to him?
“Well, maybe,” Julie said, absently looking him up and down --her gaze faltering at the huge bulge in his jeans. She cleared her throat. “She’ll bounce back from this, I suppose. She is my daughter, after all. Lord knows I got into my share of trouble at her age.”
“I would never have guessed,” Ryan said sarcastically, trying to keep his voice even.
He felt the fabric come into contact with his hand resting on the pole of the bed. He watched, stunned, as she wrapped it around his wrist, tying it to the wooden bedpost. “What are you…?”
“Shh… I think I’ve been too hard on you, Ryan.” She grabbed his other hand and tied it beside his other hand. Ryan could have stopped her, but he just…didn’t.
Julie looked him up and down approvingly. There was such fire in her eyes and Ryan couldn’t help but get a little excited about what he saw reflected there. Pure lust. Julie was a woman of intense sexual energy. She radiated with wanton abandon. She buzzed with lust. Ryan didn’t have to experience it to know she was a hellcat in bed. Sex and Julie were practically synonymous. Julie simply was sex.
No wonder Luke had gone for it. He found himself unable to resist her advances, too.
Ryan gasped. Her hand was on his stomach, moving ever so slowing down, down toward… Oh, God. Her hand stroked him through his jeans. He hissed.
“I think I misjudged you. I think you might be good for Marissa. You wouldn’t ever hurt her, would you, Ryan?”
Ryan exhaled raggedly.
“Not on purpose,” he choked out.
Julie dropped to her knees. Ryan closed his eyes and shook his head. This had to be a dream. But no, even as he thought it, even as he felt his zipper being lowered and his jeans and boxers being pulled from his body, he knew that this was really happening. Julie Cooper-Nichol, Marissa’s mom, was about to give him head in Caleb Nichol’s bedroom. If Caleb wasn’t haunting him already, Ryan was pretty sure that he would forever be stalked by the ghost of the powerful man now. And even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t help the desire that washed over him in pulsating waves.
Ryan tried to calm his breathing as he tentatively opened his eyes. The sight before him-Julie greedily taking in the sight of his cock, licking her cherry red lips-thrilled him in a way that just wasn’t reasonable. Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to what he knew was her final destination. If he hadn’t been as hard as a rock, he was pretty sure the feel of Julie flicking out her tongue to taste him would have been enough to make him stand at full attention. He jerked off the bed with the rush of pleasure that followed. Julie smiled knowingly. She licked at him slowly, sweeping her tongue around the pronounced ridge of his cock head while her eyes stared straight into his.
Holy fuck!
Her fingers circled his shaft, stroking his hard length while her tongue toyed with him. He couldn’t deny how good it felt, or how the tension is his temples moved further down south as he strained in her skilled hands, pushing his length in rhythm with her long strokes.
Ryan knew he should feel guilty and ashamed -he was betraying Marissa, with her mother no less-but he couldn’t think of consequences or the reality of what was happening because it just felt too fucking good. Julie had an amazing mouth.
His cock disappeared into the cavern of her mouth as she took him all the way to the back of her throat, creating the most amazing sensations as she sucked in her cheeks, bobbing up and down on his thick shaft. His hips rose off the bed, bucking as she cupped his sacs in her manicured hands. He felt her nails gently scraping his quickly tightening balls and his eyes slammed shut. His teeth sank into his lip to prevent a groan from leaving his mouth.
And then she began to hum.
Ryan tugged against his restraints, only managing to pull them tighter around his wrists. He wanted to take control, to pump into her waiting mouth until he was satiated. This slow torture was killing him.
Bucking and twisting, he managed to plunge deeper into her wet mouth. He could feel the strain in his lower back, the pull that told him he’d soon be filling her mouth with his hot fluids.
He pulled back and plunged back in, feeling Julie's hand slip around the base of his cock, squeezing him hard to prevent his release. She shifted, pulling her mouth off of him and the sound of it and the loss of sensation frustrated him.
She looked at him, her eyes mischievous, and for a second, he thought she was going to leave him here and not finish what she started. But her lips curled into a smile and her tongue once again circled the head of his cock, lapping up the beads of moisture seeping out of him. She took him into her mouth again, vigorously stroking his shaft with one hand, cupping his balls in the other and using her mouth to bring him to the point of no return.
He came in her hothothot mouth on a guttural moan that filled the air and tickled his own ears. She swallowed all the he had before releasing him and wiping at her pouty lips. God, he almost want to… No!
Ryan settled back on the bed, wanting to lay down to absorb everything, but his hands were still tied, making it impossible.
Julie stood to her full height, brushing her hair out of her eyes and straightening out her clothes as if nothing had happened -as if she hadn’t just sucked his dick while a group of their family and friends waiting in the den for her. Ryan looked at her, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
Julie leaned over and untied one of his hands, leaving him to untie the other one himself.
Striding across the room, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. “It really is impressive, Ryan,” she said with a wink.
She exited the room, leaving him alone to process what had just happened.
Ryan sat on the bed, his pants around his ankles, stunned. What the hell was that? How had he let things go so far? Why hadn’t he stopped Julie? A little voice in the back of his head whispered to him that he didn’t want to stop her, that it had been a long time since he’d gotten any and that he should just accept what happened and move on.
It was stupid and impulsive and if Marissa ever found out, she would never forgive him. He didn’t even want to think about that. Ryan decided to bury this little incident in the back of his mind, where he hid everything else he was too afraid or too ashamed deal with.
At least one positive thing had come out of this whole mess… His headache was gone.
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The end.