Authors: Vivienne Harris-Scott
Doesn
’
t she know?
Julian
Julian woke up the next morning with a smile on his face.
He had slept like a baby; the kind of slumber only the satisfied can achieve.
And satisfied, he was. Satiated, in fact.
As his eyes started to flutter open, and
he felt rays of sun through the blinds, his flesh tingled. His hand grazed his morning
wood, and he licked his lips.
Keeping his eyes closed, he recalled how
she has awakened him, in the middle of the night, his throbbing cock in her
rotating mouth.
He moaned dreamily.
How lucky could one
man get?
Her lips and tongue had expertly worked
the shaft and crown, making his member harden and grow, provoking small
whimpers from him, as he was slowly awaking from the quiescent state their
previous exertions had left him in.
When she had opened her mouth and sunk
down, engulfing the entire shaft in a split second and letting it out,
repeating the motion twice, Julian had screamed at the sensation, jerking
forward, fully awake; his member hard, throbbing and alert. As his hand rested
on her head, she had held steady and pushed him back down on the bed, making
him understand, he was not to touch her, not if he wanted her to finish what
she was doing. Not wanting to interfere with her work, Julian's hands had moved
behind his head, grasping at the headboard to brace himself for
more. Soon, he was beseeching, "Oh God...please
…
don't stop..." as he felt her graze
her tongue under his sac, and over his balls while her hand kept on working his
slick shaft, his pre-cum oozing in streams.
Julian had been writhing on the sheets,
rapidly exhaling, mewling even, his hands moving from the headboard to
clenching the sheets tightly when he felt them itching to grab her head. He
moaned out demands,
”
Faster
…
Just like that
…
Oh yeah
…
Please
…
Fuck
…
God
…”
only breaking when the waves of pleasure grew
too strong, and robbed him of speech. He was getting close, so close; he felt
his muscles tensing in his thighs. The tongue between his legs moving back to
sucking his balls and then licking his member up to the tip, stroking the
underside sensitive flesh and then starting all over again, was too much for
him; it was driving him closer to explode, at each passing second. His
breathing hitched as he felt a shattering scream rise in his throat, but as it
did, one of his hands involuntarily wound up at her neck, grabbing the back of
Vi
’
s hair, and she had abruptly stopped
moving. Being lost in the cloudiness of his impending climax, it had taken
Julian a full minute to realize what had happened and remove the offending hand
while stammering an apology, and then forcefully grab the headboard back with
both hands, and implore her in a crying voice to proceed.
He was almost delirious with need.
She had surprised him. His balls and sac
were forgotten. While one hand was slowly massaging his pulsating shaft, her
tongue had found her way to his perineum, teasing it mercilessly, as one of her
finger had begun tickling his rectum. The simultaneous and sudden easing of her
finger inside him, combined with a firm squeeze of his shaft
’
s base, as her moist mouth reclaimed the
head, had triggered the most powerful orgasm he
’
d ever experienced. Julian had cried out,
closing his eyes, throwing his head back, a flash of bright white light had
eclipsed his vision. The pleasure so intense, nor his mind or his body could
handle the strain of it. He felt his hips violently lurch upward as the volcano
of his seed erupted, his legs jerk and cramp, tears pricked his eyes, and his
mind went black.
He was in complete darkness. Ecstasy had
flooded his brain, strong and fast like a hit of heroin.
By the time he came to, the bathroom light
was on, dimly illuminating the room, she was cleaning his member and his
stomach with a cool cloth which felt like heaven, and handing him a glass of
water. He could barely process what had happened, or how long he had been out.
He still couldn
’
t feel his legs, and much less move.
She had gone back to the bathroom,
discarding the cloth, turned the light off and brought him another glass after
he emptied the first one in a single long gulp.
Only then, she had slipped back against
his body, and kissed him goodnight.
Good night, indeed.
Julian smiled. He had learned the true
meaning of
‘
What is good for the goose is good for the
gander
’
.
He moaned. His member was hard for her. He
let his hand move to the side of the bed, seeking her body. Finding an empty
space, the sheet actually feeling cool, he finally opened his eyes. Puzzled, he
groaned in dismay as he perused the bed and pillows for some indication he
hadn't dreamt last night events, but there was no note or any sign of her.
He got up and examined the room seeking
trace of her luggage. Nothing.
He noticed it was 11:00 a.m. He clearly
had overslept.
Naked, he quickly put on the pair of
slacks still lying on the floor from the previous evening, and then slowly went
down the stairs calling her out, to no avail.
Walking into the kitchen, he finally saw
something on the counter.
She had left a note with the simple words:
“
Thank you. V.
”
Nothing else. No phone number, no name,
nothing.
He felt his heart sink, but also
incontrollable anger rise inside him and before he could control himself, he
threw whatever was on the counter to the floor in one sweeping motion,
while a wailing sound erupted from his throat.
How could she do this to him? After the
night they shared, didn't she know...?
Didn't she realize she changed his life?
Bloody hell! What was he supposed to do
now?
Discarding the shattered glass and
porcelain on the floor, he ran upstairs looking for his phone.
He called his sister and left a message for
her to return.
He went to his bedroom to shower and get
dressed, trying to give himself a semblance of normalcy.
He was a determined man. He was Julian
McCarty: he would be fine.
Damn her!
Returning downstairs, he examined the
messy kitchen and decided to forgo food as his stomach was tied in knots. He
grabbed a bottle of Evian from the fridge and headed for the living
room.
His next calls were for his agent, Ari,
and his business manager, Marcus, telling both he needed a security firm immediately
as he had someone to find.
He would make her pay, once he found her!
Who the fuck did she think she was pulling
such a stunt on him?!
The rest of the day was a blur to him.
He recalled speaking to Frances telling
her they were through and having no patience when she went into hysterics
demanding an explanation he was unwilling to give.
He recalled talking to one of
his boys, Todd, who asked what had happened to their plans to hit the gambling
table and tried to probe as to why his cell had been on voicemail since the
previous afternoon, and he hadn't returned any messages.
He recalled a conference call regarding a
new film he was supposed to star in, but he had to cut it short when the
producers realized he
‘
wasn't all there
’
when asked for his input.
He recalled watching the dailies of a
documentary he was producing, but had to stop when he realized the off camera
commentary voice reminded him of hers, and he couldn
’
t bear it.
By 3 o
’
clock, he was in utter disarray, and
wondered if it would always hurt like this when he thought of her.
Marcus rang him back telling him he
had hired a professional to solve his problem, and gave him the contact number
for a James Marshall.
The man came highly recommended and was
curt in his questions. Julian gave him every single detail he could remember
and was told he'd have a report in a few days.
He finally called his faithful maid,
Consuela, and told her to come immediately instead of the next day as per their
usual schedule, as a mess needed her magic touch.
By 4:00 p.m., mentally drained, physically
still exerted, Julian decided he needed to rest.
Going back upstairs, he passed the door of
‘
her
’
guest room and had to stop.
Looking at the unmade bed, he slowly
approached it and sat on the side she slept on.
Holding the pillow to his nose, he could
still smell her jasmine perfume, lingering.
Unable to let go of it, he lied down and
fell asleep holding it against him.
The persistent ring of his phone awoke
him. It was dark all around, and he wondered how long it had been since he fell
into Morpheus's arms.
Mumbling as he answered, he realized it
was his sister. She bluntly asked him what the emergency was.
He simply stated,
“
She left.
”
“
Who?
”
she enquired.
“
Vi, the mystery woman...
”
he replied in a low voice.
“
Oh, well, what's the problem?
”
she asked, puzzled.
Getting up from the bed, he explained;
ending his account of the latest events while going downstairs.
By the end, he was choking on his words,
sipping a glass of scotch he had poured.
“
I don't know what to do to find her...
”
his voice trailed shakily.
“
Wow, she really did a number on you ...Is
anything missing from the house?
”
Melissa enquired with worry.
"No, of course not! Why would you
ask?
”
came in an angry tone.
“
Well, you don't know anything about her
…”
she countered, unapologetic.
“
Mel...
”
he said, with a warning.
“
Ok, so she's not a thief. Sorry. It's just
I don't think I've ever seen you that upset over a woman in a long time, if
ever...
”
Melissa impatiently pointed.
“
But she is not any woman. She is the One.
The few hours she was here, I felt things I've never felt before for anyone
including my two ex-wives!
”
he yelled, getting animated.
“
Hmm, let's not go there....
”
his sister said dubitatively.
“
And seeing that note...You should have
seen what I've done to my kitchen after reading it! And you know how much I
love my kitchen!
”
he continued, plaintively.
“
Okay. Now what, then?
”
Melissa bluntly asked. She always had a
hands-on approach to anything and everything.
“
Well, I have a professional looking
into it. She could be anywhere for all I know. She's an international
traveller. Maybe she flew back to Hong Kong!
”
Despair palpable in his voice, he asked,
“
Any suggestions?
“
“
At this point, not really. I'm just
worried about your state of mind Jul.
”
Melissa cautiously stated.
“
Maybe, she doesn't want to be found. Have
you thought of that? Maybe it was a one off thing, just sex, and you should
move on,
”
she added.
“
No Mel.
”
he interrupted,
“
You don't feel the way I do over a one night
stand! You know me, I'm the fuck them and leave them professional philanderer.
”
He laughed bitterly then added in a
hollow voice
“
I know she felt it too... Remember when
you met Charlie? Well, that love at first sight shit you kept babbling about,
this is it Mel...I can't believe this is happening...
”
his voice broke.
“
Hmm
…”
she murmured softly.