He rolls his eyes. "Yeah. I do still have the UES dress code appropriate gear. Even got a suit too, if you wanted to pretend you're Charlie Chaplin." He's teasing too. It's good to do this...they get each other so well that they can tease without pressing boundaries or soft spots.
Grown men weren't the only ones. He's never seen any quite as lovely as her making grown men twist their wedding rings, and still settle next to him. Maybe there is a bit of UES games in him after all.
Maybe for his own enjoyment, but part of him will like knowing that he has to wait to enjoy her. And that he's the only one that gets to do that.
He drops the dress, making a mental note to hang it up before slowing looking up the length of her. He swallows hard. Feeling her skin, knowing that she wants him..god.
He's glad she's not facing him. He looks scared. Nervous. Unprepared.
His hands move in spite of this, moving up her belly to caress her chest gently. He groans at the feeling of her nipples under his hand.
"I think we can too, J. There's a reason I always ended up in your lap or bed..." She can see it now, why she always ended up there. And she'll make sure they stay well connected with their families, that he doesn't get too wrapped up with the band to forget or anything.
"Lucky me," her breath hitches at the flick of his tongue. Her hips shift against his stomach, sliding a little lower though her movements falter at the use of teeth. Teeth get a louder cry and slightly sharper nails that slide to his shoulder. A clear indication that she likes his teeth on her.
He chuckles slowly. "Because you've been meant to be there for years, Grace. I like having you there." He'll need her help remembering. He does tend to get a little lost in his own world when he's focused on a project.
A hand curls around her bare ass to keep her from slipping too far down. H's got her where he wants her for now. The other hand hesitantly teases between her legs, as he switches breasts, knowing what she likes now.
"I love being there. There's no where I feel safer, more solid, than there." He's in good hands, she won't let him forget anything important.
She gives the softest sound of protest at being stopped. There's something lower that she wants, after all. Though, with his hand hesitantly teasing her, she'll forgive him for stopping her. Her hips shift into his hand, the one of hers not on his shoulder dipping and covering his to show him a few things she likes and to get him to stop being hesitant. Her groans are almost constant as he works her, head falling back a little.
She's in good hands. He won't let her work herself to death. "Good. Maybe we'll have to set up a plan, every day you're really stressed out, you work from my lap."
He's not ready to be inside her yet. When they're dry, and he knows this isn't just a rash decision on her part...then. Then he'll light some candles and then, finally lose his virginity.
Right now, however, he is really enjoying working her like this, letting her show him what she likes. He's always loved her bossiness...
She smiles softly at that idea, lips finding his softly. "I like this plan, though, you'll have to be at least shirtless..." Lucky for those days, she'll be able to work from their place, so in reality she could actually work without ever getting out of bed if they wanted
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He chuckles as he kisses her back very softly. "I think I can handle that, as long as the paparazzi isn't trailing you." He's teasing.
He needs her to be completely sure. So he knows she's not going to change her mind and go home, breaking his heart. When he sleeps with her, it's going to mean something big for him.
She'll get pleasure from him, a boundary he will give in to, for as much as she wants. Now that he has a good idea what she wants, he can give it to her, and give it to her well. And damn, does he look like he enjoys it.
She chuckles softly, "That, I can't promise." Paparazzi have an irritating mind of their own. Though, she can always send in anonymous tips that Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff has been spotted and they'll head that way.
She's not changing her mind. She's here for good. The only reason she may go home, and he'll be asked to come with, is to pack up what she'll need here so she can have them shipped and to talk to the people at Columbia to transfer.
Pleasure is what she's getting from him, unbelievable amounts of pleasure. Her hips start to falter a little as her sounds get higher pitched, more urgent, getting close. He's so good at this, knowing what she likes and giving it to her well.
"I guess we'll have to get a huge compound estate, have our food and supplies choppered in, so we can avoid it." He presses a kiss to the crook of her neck.
He'll be happy to help her pack, and get anything else she needs. They're going to have to look for a place...pretty much as soon as the rain stops and they're up to venture out. It takes more effort than it looks to furnish a house. And yes, he's going to press for a house over an apartment. With a yard and a view.
God. That is so unbelievably hot. He will be dreaming about this for days. Weeks. "Come on, G. Cum for me."
She can't help the laugh at that, shiver slightly at the kiss to her neck. "And you say you're not an Upper East Side boy at heart..." She's teasing, completely.
She's more than happy to have a house with a yard and a view. It will be a little easier because she is willing to spend the money to get what they want. She may need private beach as well. Him surfing, will make her hot and private beach means she can fool around with him on the beach without worry.
He won't really have to dream about it. He'll just have to roll her over and rev her up again if he wants to hear her sound like this again. She only manages a loud, "J!" before she cries out with her orgasm, hips shifting down sharply against his hand and nails sinking just a little deeper into his shoulder.
"What can I say, the van der Bilts take good care of their bastard children..." He says that completely without the bitterness some kids would have. The Archibalds and van der Bilts have been fantastic to him. He loves his family.
A private beach would be very nice, wouldn't it. She could tan with as little on as she'd like, and yeah, they can do as they like.
Yes, he'll have the ability to make her do this, but that's part of why it's such a turn on and going to stick with him. This is the first orgasm he's ever seen her have. It's never going to get old. He'll never forget the sound of his nickname on her lips as she cums on his hand, or the sharp but not unwelcome pain of her nails on him. He slows her down, very carefully, before sliding his fingers away from her body, and just soothing her against him.
"Let's get you dry and into some warm clothes..." He says after a few minutes.
The comment still earns a soft, soothing kiss. She also doesn't quite know what to say in the face of that, with him being not bitter or not. She does know that yes, they did take good care of him.
It's already been mentally added as a must. It also means he can teach her to surf without an audience. She doesn't need anyone but him laughing at her failed attempts, thanks.
She collapses against him, shivering with aftershocks and the fact that the air is cooler than her body. "And food," is murmured softly, voice thick with sated contentment. It doesn't take very long before she groans, hiding her face against his chest.
"And to kill Humphrey and Sparks because they weren't ever supposed to hear that..." Yes, that's a edge of pink on her ears as she blushes, just now realizing that if they could hear the boys behind the closed door earlier, they most definitely heard her.
He honestly doesn't mind. He is who he is; Jamie will inherit most of it, but he knows his father will take care of him too, as he has.
And he will do a fantastic job teaching and laughing at her. But, he promises to kiss it all better?
He chuckles, raising them both very carefully out of the water, before shifting her so he can grab a towel. "It's not so bad. We all hear pretty much everything...no judgment out here, Bass. Just...free and easy, baby." She gets sat back down on the toilet to dry her off a little, wrapping her in the towel before dropping the dripping boxers in the sink. There you are, Grace. Your first view of Jude naked. Enjoying it?
He'll still inherit a pretty penny because Nate and Serena are very fair in all that.
So long as he kisses it better, he can laugh all he wants. He may just have to tackle a storming Grace to the sand a couple times to do it. When she gets frustrated, she storms away, even if she's not actually frustrated at him but herself.
He gets a look because the two she'll kill grew up with them. She knows them better than that. "There will be comments." Even if she can't hear them, she knows there will be. The blush is more clear when she's set on the toilet, no chest to hide in. When she blushes, she really blushes. He's never seen just how low the red goes on her before, here he can; it goes all the way to the top of her breasts.
She wraps the towel around her, drying off a little though naked Jude has her pause with a soft sound. Part of her brain asking, she can't have that why? She can't help herself when her hand reaches out to wrap lightly around him.
They are very fair. And he's already got the money from his mother's estate that he's always been very careful with.
Luckily for both of them, they know how to deal with each other when one is upset. And she probably won't mind being tackled by him too much when she can have whatever she wants from him after he's down.
"Ignore them," he says, pressing a kiss to her hair. "We won't have to be here much longer." He likes the deepness of her blushes. She's even more lovely like this.
When she wraps her hand around him, his stomach pulls in farther and his hips move into her hand. He makes a low noise, fingers falling from what he was doing to flex at his sides.
She won't. It's just her gut reaction to flee sometimes, and he's one of a very small handful of people that can stop her and she'll just curl into him instead of being mad she was stopped.
She leans towards him a little at the kiss with a soft smile, "I'll try. And no, we won't." At least two of the band members will understand, him moving out, too. Especially after what they just heard from them. Her blushing, especially this deep, is a rarity. Enjoy it while you can.
She shifts, watching him with slightly big eyes, to her knees in front of him, her hand stroking him lightly. If she can't have him the way she wants, she wants him this way at least. So says the tongue that runs the length of his underside.
Grown men weren't the only ones. He's never seen any quite as lovely as her making grown men twist their wedding rings, and still settle next to him. Maybe there is a bit of UES games in him after all.
Maybe for his own enjoyment, but part of him will like knowing that he has to wait to enjoy her. And that he's the only one that gets to do that.
He drops the dress, making a mental note to hang it up before slowing looking up the length of her. He swallows hard. Feeling her skin, knowing that she wants him..god.
He's glad she's not facing him. He looks scared. Nervous. Unprepared.
His hands move in spite of this, moving up her belly to caress her chest gently. He groans at the feeling of her nipples under his hand.
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"Lucky me," her breath hitches at the flick of his tongue. Her hips shift against his stomach, sliding a little lower though her movements falter at the use of teeth. Teeth get a louder cry and slightly sharper nails that slide to his shoulder. A clear indication that she likes his teeth on her.
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A hand curls around her bare ass to keep her from slipping too far down. H's got her where he wants her for now. The other hand hesitantly teases between her legs, as he switches breasts, knowing what she likes now.
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She gives the softest sound of protest at being stopped. There's something lower that she wants, after all. Though, with his hand hesitantly teasing her, she'll forgive him for stopping her. Her hips shift into his hand, the one of hers not on his shoulder dipping and covering his to show him a few things she likes and to get him to stop being hesitant. Her groans are almost constant as he works her, head falling back a little.
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He's not ready to be inside her yet. When they're dry, and he knows this isn't just a rash decision on her part...then. Then he'll light some candles and then, finally lose his virginity.
Right now, however, he is really enjoying working her like this, letting her show him what she likes. He's always loved her bossiness...
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He needs her to be completely sure. So he knows she's not going to change her mind and go home, breaking his heart. When he sleeps with her, it's going to mean something big for him.
She'll get pleasure from him, a boundary he will give in to, for as much as she wants. Now that he has a good idea what she wants, he can give it to her, and give it to her well. And damn, does he look like he enjoys it.
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She's not changing her mind. She's here for good. The only reason she may go home, and he'll be asked to come with, is to pack up what she'll need here so she can have them shipped and to talk to the people at Columbia to transfer.
Pleasure is what she's getting from him, unbelievable amounts of pleasure. Her hips start to falter a little as her sounds get higher pitched, more urgent, getting close. He's so good at this, knowing what she likes and giving it to her well.
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He'll be happy to help her pack, and get anything else she needs. They're going to have to look for a place...pretty much as soon as the rain stops and they're up to venture out. It takes more effort than it looks to furnish a house. And yes, he's going to press for a house over an apartment. With a yard and a view.
God. That is so unbelievably hot. He will be dreaming about this for days. Weeks. "Come on, G. Cum for me."
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She's more than happy to have a house with a yard and a view. It will be a little easier because she is willing to spend the money to get what they want. She may need private beach as well. Him surfing, will make her hot and private beach means she can fool around with him on the beach without worry.
He won't really have to dream about it. He'll just have to roll her over and rev her up again if he wants to hear her sound like this again. She only manages a loud, "J!" before she cries out with her orgasm, hips shifting down sharply against his hand and nails sinking just a little deeper into his shoulder.
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A private beach would be very nice, wouldn't it. She could tan with as little on as she'd like, and yeah, they can do as they like.
Yes, he'll have the ability to make her do this, but that's part of why it's such a turn on and going to stick with him. This is the first orgasm he's ever seen her have. It's never going to get old. He'll never forget the sound of his nickname on her lips as she cums on his hand, or the sharp but not unwelcome pain of her nails on him. He slows her down, very carefully, before sliding his fingers away from her body, and just soothing her against him.
"Let's get you dry and into some warm clothes..." He says after a few minutes.
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It's already been mentally added as a must. It also means he can teach her to surf without an audience. She doesn't need anyone but him laughing at her failed attempts, thanks.
She collapses against him, shivering with aftershocks and the fact that the air is cooler than her body. "And food," is murmured softly, voice thick with sated contentment. It doesn't take very long before she groans, hiding her face against his chest.
"And to kill Humphrey and Sparks because they weren't ever supposed to hear that..." Yes, that's a edge of pink on her ears as she blushes, just now realizing that if they could hear the boys behind the closed door earlier, they most definitely heard her.
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And he will do a fantastic job teaching and laughing at her. But, he promises to kiss it all better?
He chuckles, raising them both very carefully out of the water, before shifting her so he can grab a towel. "It's not so bad. We all hear pretty much everything...no judgment out here, Bass. Just...free and easy, baby." She gets sat back down on the toilet to dry her off a little, wrapping her in the towel before dropping the dripping boxers in the sink. There you are, Grace. Your first view of Jude naked. Enjoying it?
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So long as he kisses it better, he can laugh all he wants. He may just have to tackle a storming Grace to the sand a couple times to do it. When she gets frustrated, she storms away, even if she's not actually frustrated at him but herself.
He gets a look because the two she'll kill grew up with them. She knows them better than that. "There will be comments." Even if she can't hear them, she knows there will be. The blush is more clear when she's set on the toilet, no chest to hide in. When she blushes, she really blushes. He's never seen just how low the red goes on her before, here he can; it goes all the way to the top of her breasts.
She wraps the towel around her, drying off a little though naked Jude has her pause with a soft sound. Part of her brain asking, she can't have that why? She can't help herself when her hand reaches out to wrap lightly around him.
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Luckily for both of them, they know how to deal with each other when one is upset. And she probably won't mind being tackled by him too much when she can have whatever she wants from him after he's down.
"Ignore them," he says, pressing a kiss to her hair. "We won't have to be here much longer." He likes the deepness of her blushes. She's even more lovely like this.
When she wraps her hand around him, his stomach pulls in farther and his hips move into her hand. He makes a low noise, fingers falling from what he was doing to flex at his sides.
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She leans towards him a little at the kiss with a soft smile, "I'll try. And no, we won't." At least two of the band members will understand, him moving out, too. Especially after what they just heard from them. Her blushing, especially this deep, is a rarity. Enjoy it while you can.
She shifts, watching him with slightly big eyes, to her knees in front of him, her hand stroking him lightly. If she can't have him the way she wants, she wants him this way at least. So says the tongue that runs the length of his underside.
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