If This Was a Movie (Evergreen Park #2)

Chapter 24 – Jules

TWENTY-FOUR

JULES

I’m in my pajamas in bed when my phone rings. My entire body jolts when I see Nate’s name on the screen. I got ready quicker than ever before, brushing my teeth and washing my face at record speed. Then, I impatiently waited for him to call me like I was fifteen and waiting for my first boyfriend to call.

“Hello?” I ask.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low and sweet.

“Hey. You get Sophie to bed, okay?” I miss her, and I kind of regret not going to the main house after our little date, but I am also so nervous about pushing my luck.

“Yeah, she told me to say hi to you. She’s super excited for tomorrow.”

“I am, too,” I say with a smile. I spent my time waiting for Nate to call me, looking up recipes, and thinking of what fun stuff I can do on our girls' day.

“So, are you watching a movie?” Nate asks, and I sigh into my bed, cuddling in.

“No.”

“Why not? I thought you watched one every night? Do you need me to set it up?” He sounds concerned, and it’s cute.

“No, no,” I say with a giggle. “I just…” A blush burns over my cheeks as I spit it out. “I just knew you were calling, and I didn’t want to get distracted.”

“I like that, Jules,” he says quietly. “I like this, actually. I never did this in high school, sitting on my phone for hours with a girl.”

“No?”

“Hell no. I had three nosy little sisters, and the house wasn’t big. They would have eavesdropped for sure, tattled on everything. So I’m not really sure what we are supposed to do,” he says with a laugh, and I groan inside, fighting the all-consuming urge to just hang up, feeling nervous and a bit silly. But I don’t, because I want this, chatting with Nate.

“We just…we talk,” I say. “Nothing crazy. Get to know each other.”

“Without the temptation. I get it. All right, I can do that,” he says. “So, what’s your favorite color?” he asks, and I laugh before answering, asking him for his.

“You make the cutest fucking noises,” Nate says an hour later when I laugh at something stupid he said.

I’m cuddled up in my bed, listening to him talk and laugh, and it’s been everything. Just like high school when you’d get that rush and want to stay up all night, except more, better, because Nate’s using it as an opportunity to learn anything he can about me and vice versa.

From favorite foods to childhood vacations to first kisses, we’ve covered it all.

“Makes me wish I was there.”

“What’s that?” I ask, a smile in the words.

“Jules, when you make those noises, it makes me want to kiss you. I mean, I wanna kiss you all the fucking time, but especially then.”

My smile grows, and I’m not sure if it’s the endorphins or the late hour or what, but I don’t think before the next words leave my lips.

“So you’d kiss me if you were here?”

“Hell yeah,” he says immediately.

“What else would you do?” I ask, my voice husky even to my own ears. I should be embarrassed, but in the dark like this, I can’t find it in me.

“What?”

“If you were here. What would you do to me?” I clench at the mere idea, my belly twisting and my panties going wet.

“I don’t think this is what you meant when you said talking all night to court you, Jules.” I smile despite myself. “Not exactly PG.”

“You’ve seen me naked, Nate. I think we’re okay to have phone sex. It won’t push any boundaries beyond what we haven’t already toppled over.”

“Jesus fuck,“ he groans, and it sends a thrill through me. “This is a terrible idea.”

Silence fills the line alongside my embarrassment, and I fight the urge to hang up and throw the phone across the room.

“Oh, god. I’m the worst. I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing and inappropriate, I didn’t mean to pressure you into something you aren’t—” I start rambling, but he cuts me off.

“Stop right there,” he says, and I find my entire body tightening. “Stop because there is nothing I’d love more than to hear you make yourself come over the phone, except maybe to run over there and fuck you until you realized how fucking perfect we were together. I am just terrified of moving things too fast with you and you pulling away.”

“Oh,” I say low. “So…you’re not against it?”

Why am I the way I am?

“You moaning in my ear after a year of not having that? Fuck no, I’m not against it, Jules.”

Silence fills the line, and all I can think about is how I’d also like to hear Nate moaning in my ear, jacking himself off. All common sense is gone, my singular focus being that possibility.

So I decide to be brave. I might not be able to be brave when it comes to our relationship, but I can attempt to be brave with this. My fingers slide up under my pajama top, moving to my breast and cupping it before rolling my nipple, my breath hitching as I do.

“What are you doing, Jules?” Nate asks hesitantly

“Playing with my nipples,” I whisper, and the groan that comes through the line has me smiling. I like that—knowing something so simple brought that noise out of him. “It feels nice.” Another groan, then a rustle of sheets before he speaks again.

“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.”

“Your way?” My fingers move to the other breast, the nipple already peaked as I pinch it.

“You do what I say when I say it.”

I bite my lip, my heart pounding with excitement.

“But are you going to…” I don’t know if I could handle this as being one-sided. I’m brave, but not that brave.

“Yeah, baby, I’m going to jack off while I listen to you make yourself come.” I moan then, picturing it, and he moans in return like he really fucking liked the sound of that. “Jesus, Jules.”

I’m already panting, my nipples hard, my phone cradled between my ear and my shoulder as I lay back in bed.

“What are you wearing?”

“That’s what you’re starting with?” I ask with a giggle.

“You’re right; let’s just cut to the chase. Take your pants off. And your panties.”

“I—”

“Mine are coming off too, Jules.” There’s a rustle again, and slowly, I start to shimmy my pants down, speeding up when I hear a deep groan come through the line. “God, I’m already so fucking hard.”

“Okay, they’re off,” I whisper breathlessly.

“Good, baby. Now, take your hand and slide it down your belly. Slowly. Once you reach your pussy, glide a finger down, but don’t finger yourself, okay? I want you to tell me what it feels like.”

I do as he asks, my fingers leaving a trail of fire along my skin as I do. Finally, I reach my slit, gliding over my clit, my middle finger running over me gently, then back up.

“I’m so wet,” I whisper. He groans loudly, and it sends a bolt through me, my fingers moving to circle my clit.

“God, I want to be there. Wanna see that.”

“You could be,” I say, even though I don’t know if that’s something I’m ready for right now.

“No, no. This is good. This is really good, Jules.” I let out a shaky breath with the heat in his words. “Circle your clit. Play with it, baby.”

“Shit,” I moan, my now wet middle finger sliding in a circle around my clit before zeroing in on it, rubbing fast, then slow, then repeating the motion.

I’m teasing myself, listening to Nate’s heavy breathing on the other line. My eyes drift closed, thinking of what he would look like. Is he in pajamas? Did he leave his shirt on? Are his pants off, or just lowered just enough to let his cock out?

Another wave of pleasure rolls through me at the image I like best: Nate on his back, phone to his ear, shirt hiked up, those sweats he’s always wearing pushed just low enough to jack himself off. The head swollen with arousal, a drop of pre-cum?—

“God, you sound so pretty like this—whimpering and moaning.”

“I’m thinking of you,” I admit, my filter gone altogether.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He groans loudly. “Stop playing with your clit and slide one finger inside you, baby,” he demands.

“But I want—” I start to whine.

“I said stop playing with your clit and slide in one finger, Julianne.” The words are firm, and something about the tone and the way he uses my full name has me whimpering. “Only one.”

“Okay,” I whisper, doing as he asked and sighing at the feel as I clamp down instantly, my body wanting to be filled.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I sigh, sliding my middle finger out and then back in. “I want more, though.”

He chuckles. “I meant me using your full name. You like it?”

“I mean.” My breath hitches as I slide the finger out once more. “It’s hot. Since you never use it. Except…last time you did.” I’m reminded of the last time we fucked and he bossed me around, using my full name like it was a command.

“Mmm,” he says, contemplative, before a sigh of his own comes over the line.

“What about you?”

“I’m not really into being called Nathan, sweetheart.”

I laugh and shake my head even though he can’t see it. It’s strange, laughing when I’m fingering myself, my body wound tight, but it’s also…us.

“I meant, what are you doing? I’ve got one finger in me—” He moans loudly, and I can almost picture it, the way his eyes would close, the way his Adam’s apple would bob. I bite my lip before continuing, my voice breathier now. “What are you doing?”

“My hand is wrapped around my cock,” he says, not beating around the bush.

“Oh.”

“And I’m pumping it, wishing I was inside you. I remember, you know. How you fucking squeezed me, how you sounded. How you tasted. I’ve been thinking about it for a year. Every time I jacked off, I came to the sound of you moaning my name.”

“Shit, Nate. I want you so fucking bad. I’m close. God, I’m close.” My hips shift, trying to get more despite my following his directions of only one finger and no clit.

“Next time,” he groans. “Next time I’m with you, where do you want it?” The pleasure builds, a mind-numbing orgasm coming despite the lack of friction, and I can’t comprehend what he’s even asking.

“What?”

“The next time I fuck you, when I’m inside of you, where am I coming, baby?”

“Oh.” My mind stops altogether.

“Move back to your clit, but stop fucking yourself so you can listen.” I moan at the way there’s a demand twined in the words and the way I listen without a second thought. “Good girl,” he says, a smile in the words. “Now, Julianne, the next time I get the honor of fucking that tight cunt, where am I coming?”

I clench, my fingers gently circling so as not to tip me over the edge, panting at the thought alone. “You liked when I came on your tits, if I recall.” My eyes drift closed again, remembering when Nate made me come, told me to get on my knees, then painted my breasts with his cum. “And then, we were cleared for me to fill you, fuck you without a condom.” I moan louder, hips bucking. “Ahh, that’s it, isn’t it? That’s what my baby wants.”

God, how is this man’s mouth so fucking filthy?

“She wants me to fill her up, doesn’t she?” I can hear his hand now, the slapping of skin on skin, the way there’s a strain in his words. He’s close, too. “Tell me, Julianne.” The words are said through gritted teeth.

“Yes.” I shiver. “God, yes, Nate. I want you to come inside me next time we’re together. I’m on the pill.”

“Good, baby. I’ll do that soon, okay?” he coos. “You still being good, circling that clit?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good girl. Now slide in as many fingers as you can,” he says, and I moan at the relief as I stretch around three fingers. “You’re going to fuck yourself and do it hard. You remember how I like it, yeah?”

“Yeah, Nate.” I start to pump, fucking myself and groaning at the slight relief.

“I’m going to come when I hear you, Jules, but you’re going to put me on speaker. Put the phone between your legs, then finger fuck yourself and rub your clit until you moan my name as you come.”

“Oh, god!” I shout but fumble with the phone one-handed to follow his instructions, sitting up a bit to do it. I moan as my fingers hit my G-spot.

“That’s it,” his voice says through the phone, the sound filling the small room. If I close my eyes, I can almost picture him here across from me, jacking his cock and watching. “That’s it. Come for me, baby. God, you sound so fucking wet. Come for your man, Julianne.”

The plea in his voice is what has my body locking, what has the pleasure tipping over, exploding through me, and sending warmth washing over me. “Nate,” I scream, my hips bucking, my fingers deep as I fuck myself with them. My body jolts, wave after wave crashing over me.

Through the haze, I hear Nate groan my name. It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard and one I’ll be using years and years from now to be the star of all of my fantasies.

Silence fills the line as we both come down, and I reach over for tissues to clean my fingers before grabbing my phone and taking it off the speaker. I cradle it in my shoulder, suddenly shy as I catch my breath.

“You were so right,” Nate says, a laugh in his words, his breath still heavy.

“About what?”

“Phone calls are a great idea.”

And with it, the nerves are gone, and I’m laughing, falling back into the comfort I always feel with Nate.