A sigh left Hopper's lips as he looked up from the paperwork on his desk. His fingers came up to rub his temples. He had to cut out early tonight and he knew that knuckling down now would benefit him in the long-run but he was tired. Too tired to want to go to some stupid party that night.
Mrs. Wheeler had invited the whole fucking town, he was sure. Joyce was forcing him to go to 'show El how to socialize.' Right. Social. Him. He'd rather be playing Russian roulette than have to fucking socialize tonight.
Julie was invited. Not that he'd talked to her in three weeks. Joyce had been on the phone with Karen when he came to pick El up one night and overheard her mention inviting Julie. Things got weird after she came to make him soup. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about her, about the place they left this…thing…at. How badly he'd wanted her.
A part of him wanted to chalk it up to the cold medicine, the fever, but it wasn't the truth. Not when he'd woken up from similar dreams a grand total of six times since that night. Fever dreams? These were not and so he figured his body just craved that proximity again. His last hookup hadn't been for a while now, longer than usual what with Eleven living there. It was torture.
Hopper sat back in his chair; feet up on the desk, letting his mind finally take a break from the paperwork. He knew he shouldn't have taken that time, knew where his mind was going to wander: right back to the memory of her lips on his neck, the surprise they'd both felt when things moved in a sexual direction that night. The look of her on the couch – disheveled in the TV light – shirt off her shoulder, tit in his mouth…
Fuck…
Sighing again, he adjusted his halfie.
"Jesus Christ…" he grumbled to himself, trying to clear his head.
How was he supposed to act tonight when his mind kept wandering to lusty thoughts like those? She sure as shit would be able to read that from him. And then where did that leave him? Awkward and horny.
Fuck, he needed to get laid. Maybe that would tame the tension.
•••
Joyce had insisted that Julie show up to Mrs. Wheeler's party. Apparently, these things were a huge hit. She figured Jim would be there, as he was a staple in the community. Knowing him he'd probably pop in, take food, and leave. So why was she so worried about her outfit?
She was being so anxious and it irritated her. He probably wouldn't notice her in the crowd of people, probably wouldn't give two shits what she was wearing because in the last three weeks he hadn't even reached out to her. After that little stunt she pulled when he was sick, she was sure she'd made him uncomfortable.
A car honk was heard and Julie knew she was out of time. Last minute, she changed into a shorter purple dress and heels then ran out to Joyce's car. The ride wasn't long.
"Thank God we carpooled, huh?" Joyce laughed as she parked on the street. "Their house is down a ways."
Julie could tell that Joyce was tense. The last time they'd seen each other had been at the facility when she'd unveiled that big secret about her past. How did she expect Joyce to take it? It was probably a good idea to just leave it until she was ready to talk. So that's what Julie did.
Joyce looked cute in a plain black dress and Julie complimented her on it while they walked to the house, having nothing else really to say. Joyce looked bashfully at the cake she'd brought, clearly uncomfortable with compliments.
"Well, look at you," Mrs. Wheeler hugged her as soon as she opened the door for them. "Wow, you dressed to impress tonight. Beautiful. Wow!" her fingers danced along the material of Julie's purple dress.
"Thank you. And thanks for having me; it's great meeting you."
"Oh, any friend of Joyce's, am I right? Come in! Let's get some wine."
'Yes, please…' Julie thought.
"Will refused to be seen with me tonight," Joyce vocalized, handing Karen the store-bought cake. "He insisted he ride over here after school with the kids. I swear, I sometimes miss the days he was clinging to my leg at parties."
Julie thanked Karen as she poured her a glass of wine.
"They grow up so fast, don't they?" Karen agreed, handing Joyce a full wine glass as well. "Now, there are so many people you have to meet, Julie. Come on!" she grabbed her hand and dragged her through the dining room to the people crowded there.
•••
Two glasses of wine deep and Julie was kind of enjoying herself. She could remember a grand total of four names of people she just met. With this many people in the crowded house her senses were completely off.
A hand came to her lower back and she startled, wondering if Joyce found her way back to Karen and her. When the hand didn't move, she turned around.
"Oh, 'scuse me," came a deep voice. As she turned, the hand didn't release her but remained on her hip instead.
Billy. That was a name she remembered from weeks ago.
She was face-to-chest with him and his cologne burned her nostrils.
"You look ravishing in that dress. I'm sorry, I don't remember your name, Miss-"
"-Preston. Thank you," she fought the terror clinging to her throat. She was sure he meant no harm, just some charismatic almost-twenty-something, but the surprise touch reminded her of Brenner and she froze.
He nodded slowly, eyes trailing down to her chest then her mouth, back up to her eyes. She felt exposed, cursed herself for wearing something like this.
"Mrs. Wheeler," he slid his hand from her hip and stepped forward. "Sorry to crash your party, I'm just looking for my sister. I need to tell her when to come home."
Karen beamed at him, lowered her chin and looked up at him from under her lashes.
"You're welcome any time. The kids are downstairs. Let me show you."
"Wow, thank you," he laid it on thick, following her through the crowd. "Good seeing you again," he called to Julie.
It felt like she was bolted to the floor as she stood in the kitchen, the crowd around her, yet not a familiar face in sight.
She was on the verge of a panic attack; she could feel it bubbling in her chest, pulsing in her fingertips. Taking deep breaths, she gripped her wine glass tight and finally rushed through the crowd to get outside.
The backyard was still crowded with people but the fresh air gave her a sense of calm that she was missing.
Sipping her wine to swallow the lump in her throat, she leaned against the brick of the house.
Her mind kept flashing to images of the facility, of Brenner…
'Focus, Julie…' she told herself, taking a breath. She'd had these feelings plenty of times and she knew the one way to distract herself was to focus on the present.
People sat at tables littered throughout the backyard, drinking, smoking, laughing. Everybody knew everybody and that pang of loneliness hit her once more. It wasn't that she was unhappy here, but she felt more alone here than she did in the facility. At least there, she'd had a mission: get out. Now she just had her job. This was not how she pictured things once she escaped.
These dark thoughts needed to be drowned in more alcohol she decided, what with the near panic attack calming down, so she made her way back inside to find the bottle.
Her heart stuttered when she entered the dining room and saw through the crowd of people.
Jim showed up in his work uniform. His damn work uniform.
Jesus.
Taking a quick left, she got to the kitchen through the side entrance, not the one closest to the front door – closest to where Jim walked in. She felt so awkward suddenly, like she'd been running from some bad hookup from the prom or something.
Grabbing the bottle, she poured a glass, tempted to take the whole bottle with her. Karen was back to her perch in the kitchen after talking with Billy and she looked flushed from the interaction. Odd.
Julie ducked back out of the kitchen just as Joyce came into view.
•••
Hopper had to park twelve fucking houses down and he'd sat in his car debating about just going home. Stupid parties. Stupid people wanting to make small talk and ask really ridiculous questions to the Chief.
Puffing on a cigarette on his walk in, Jim checked his watch. He gave himself a good five minutes before he'd try to duck out. Twenty before he finally convinced Joyce that he was actually leaving.
A few more puffs and he snuffed out the cancer stick before walking to the front door.
Jesus Christ was it crowded. It felt like a high school party. The people nearby stopped upon seeing the Chief walk in but he refused to make eye contact, dreading a conversation.
Where was the booze?
A few familiar faces, some more people he could see in the backyard and he instantly regretted coming through the front door. Too many bodies to push through.
Booze. In the kitchen. Had to be.
Joyce had her back turned, calling after someone just as he stepped into the quieter kitchen.
"Ugh, where is she running off to?" Joyce shrugged to Karen. "I keep losing her."
"Maybe she made a friend," Karen offered. "Billy seemed to take a liking to her." The comment had a little ice to it and Hopper filed that away for future reference.
Billy? Who were they talking about?
"Hop! Hey," Joyce said when she noticed him.
"Hard liquor's over here," Karen pointed. "Rough day keeping us safe?"
"Somethin' like that," he muttered, grabbing a whiskey glass and pouring.
Joyce shook her head. "The kids are downstairs. They're playing that game again," she rolled her eyes.
"Hey, Hopper," Mr. Wheeler came in then, shaking his hand. "Good seeing you. Don't drink me dry," he laughed.
Hopper blinked slowly, not responding. He took a moment to eye up the food table, grab a plate, and head over.
When his plate was completely filled, he went to grab some plastic ware and did a double-take at the woman standing there. Quickly, she turned and headed out the back door – purple dress clinging to all the right places.
He groaned inwardly. If there was any way to get over this funk, he figured he just found it.
•••
She was nowhere to be seen when he went outside. He figured his food would get cold if he waited too long to eat so he sat at a table and tried his best to ignore most of the eye contact.
Of course, Merrill found him and started venting about an argument he'd had with a neighbor and holy crap was the whiskey not working yet.
His eyes darted around the backyard for an escape from this conversation. Joyce, Eleven – Hell, even the nerdy kids. That purple dress passed by his vision a few feet away and Jim watched her squeeze through the crowd. He still couldn't get a very good look at her but she was headed inside and he could use a refill.
"Merrill, gotta run," he stood, left his plates and all, just took the whiskey glass.
Long legs carried him inside and his eyes scanned the room, looking for Purple Dress. Fuck, where the Hell – oh! Kitchen.
He headed for the doorway by the front door, seeing less of a crowd over there. Plus, he figured he could block her off so he could at least see who it was, maybe talk to her, get her a drink. Eleven was staying over with Joyce tonight…
"Julie?" came Joyce's voice just as he entered the kitchen. He felt breath leave him, leveled his gaze on Purple Dress.
Fuck.
"Sorry, ran into a few people from work," Julie spoke sheepishly, pouring herself a glass of wine.
Hopper stood there looking like a fool, no doubt, but he internally kicked himself for chasing after her. Though he hadn't known it was her, he reminded himself. How could he have? He hadn't seen her looking like that since, well, the cabin…
And then his mind was wandering to weeks ago: his mouth on her tit…what else he'd wanted to do to her…
"Hey, Jim."
Her voice snapped him out of his daze and he blinked a few times, wetting his lips with his tongue before breathing out a, "hey."
He went straight for the whiskey then, knew her eyes were on him, but didn't know what to say or how to say it. Not here.
"He's grumpy tonight," Joyce rolled her eyes. "Bad day at work, I guess."
Julie met his gaze when he turned back to her and he watched her eyes lower then drift right back to his face. Had she just blatantly checked him out or was she trying to size up the situation? Either way he felt warm.
"M'fine," he answered the question he knew she had before she spoke it.
An uncomfortable silence filled the room.
"I just came back to grab a glass of water for a friend, actually," Julie squeezed between the island and Hopper. He inhaled sharply as she did, the close proximity not good after the erotic thoughts he'd been having.
"What friend?" Joyce asked, excitedly. She sent her a wink which Hopper was irritated by. Girl talk was never his thing.
Also, had she met somebody?
"Is it Billy?" Karen asked.
Julie shut off the water. "What? No."
She squeezed passed Hop again, this time with her wine and a water. Her hip brushed against his mid-thigh and he froze.
"Your friend doesn't drink?" Karen's voice called after her as she walked out.
"Odd," Joyce hummed.
•••
So maybe Hopper went outside to scope out the situation and not just smoke. Who the Hell was Julie meeting with? Someone from when she worked at the coffee shop? A coworker from the arcade maybe?
And water? A glass of water? What grown-ass adult didn't drink in this Godforsaken town? There was nothing else to do…
Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he scanned the backyard in hopes of figuring it out.
Nothing. He'd been halfway through the smoke by the time he decided to wander out front, check that out too.
All he found were a few people leaving and someone else out smoking. He kept his distance, his sour mood even more evident now.
Fuck, maybe she left with him.
Why did he assume it was a 'him'?
Why did he care?
"God damn it…" he huffed to himself, snuffing out the end of the cigarette and storming toward the door, exhaling one last time and leaving a trail of smoke behind him.
He was going to find El to show that he made an appearance and then he was the fuck out of there. What a waste of his damn night.
They were downstairs – they were always downstairs – playing some stupid game and being nerds. Hopper didn't get it.
Taking the steps two at a time, he squeezed the railing as he came down and halted before the bottom.
Julie sat on the floor, legs out in front of her and ankles crossed, bare feet, shoes beside her. Her attention was fixated on the game, hands clasped around her still full wine glass. Hopper noticed the glass of water on the table beside El.
Well, shit…
"Aw, Mike! Come on!" Dustin cried out, tossing his hat to the floor.
Julie laughed along with El as Max tried to snag Dustin's hat from him.
"I don't understand," Julie giggled, looking at El who shrugged.
"Critical miss," Dustin screeched. Julie was belly-laughing now.
"Right," she wiped below her eye, "that explains everything."
"Critical miss!" Dustin came closer to her, shaking her shoulders as he screamed. Hopper stepped down into the basement, finally tearing his gaze from Julie's legs. He looked down at Dustin with a blank expression. "Uh. Hi, sir. We were just…uh…I…got a critical miss." Hopper stayed silent. "It's when…uh…you roll so low that…it's so terrible! It's the unluckiest dice roll ever. It's shit!"
Julie glanced up at the tall man towering behind her. She felt so small, felt like one of the kids.
"Yeah, that's great, kid."
Dustin snatched his hat back, securing back on his head with determination. Hopper hesitated, glancing at El and then back at Julie.
Julie looked back at the kids. The feeling in the room had shifted since she'd come down. They welcomed her into their little party without question. Maybe it was because she came in so interested and nonchalant, not aggressive and brash like Jim. Or maybe it was because she was closer to their age and not a parent?
Hopper stood there for a few seconds more, waiting for the game to continue – which it did eventually.
"I'll be headed out soon," he intended the comment for Eleven but Julie was the one whose attention turned to him.
She stood, careful not to spill her wine.
"Come here really quick," she took his hand and started walking toward the couch on the other side of the basement.
Hop followed only because he didn't have anything else to do. Not to mention he was distracted by her height again now that she wasn't in high heels. Maybe that was part of why he hadn't recognized her earlier…
Julie gave him a look when they sat down together.
"Hm?"
"What's going on?" she pressed, sipping her wine. He couldn't help but glance at her bare skin when she pulled her legs up on the couch. "Joyce said you're grumpy. From work?"
Hopper sighed, rubbing his temples. "No. This," he motioned around him. "Well, not this, but," he pointed up. "Just not my type of thing."
Julie laughed. "You and me both."
She could feel Jim's walls start to crumble, his shoulders slouching slightly.
"Is that why you're down here?" at his question Julie nodded slowly. "You know, I wondered if you met somebody," Jim mumbled with a shake of the head. Julie looked at him. He nodded toward El. "The water?"
"Oh!" she scrunched up her nose. "And if I did…? What then, Chief?"
She was flirting with him and it wasn't awful. When she leaned back against the cushion, she put her legs up on his knee, crossing at the ankles.
The pair sat there watching the kids play. It was as if they'd forgotten that Jim was there after Julie took him over to the couch. The room wasn't tense anymore and she could sense Jim relaxing too.
When she felt his fingers on her leg, she almost gasped. The moment was instantly more intimate and she could read Jim's body language, could feel the curiosity coming from him – the tension he was feeling. It was like they were picking up right where they left off at his cabin a few weeks ago.
He didn't break gaze from the kids so she tried not to either. The kids didn't notice them, almost like they were part of the room now, yet Jim wouldn't take his eyes off them.
Tension was building in his gut as he contemplated his next move. Julie took a sip of her wine when he moved his fingers higher up her leg and a little gasp left her mouth. His cheeks heated; he could feel it. When he reached the hem of her dress, she held her breath and he paused there for a minute, deciding this was too much of a tease.
"Oh, Karen asked me to look at their washing machine," Jim told her over the noise of the kids. "You don't happen to know where it is?"
Julie had seen it on her way to the bathroom down there. "Yeah, it's behind that curtain," she pointed to the doorway behind them.
Jim stood and her legs slipped off his knee. He took a few steps toward the doorway with the makeshift door. "Here?" he questioned, peeling back the curtain and stepping in. "I don't see it," she heard him say.
Sighing, she rolled her eyes and put down her wine glass. She got up to walk in there as well and point out that the machine was directly to his right when he walked in.
"It's right-" when the curtain closed behind her, Jim turned and pressed her to the machine. A little squeak left her at the surprise of his movement.
Hopper brought his hand up to cup the side of her face as he pressed his lips to hers. She melted into him, gripping at his uniform. Back pressed against the machine, she felt him easily hoist her in his arms to place her on top of the closed lid. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him as she tried to get closer, fingers buried in his hair.
With her sitting up there, it made the height difference more manageable. Hopper felt the need in every kiss as he wracked his hands down her body. And – holy shit – was he a sick fuck to be doing this with the kids in the other room but, damn it, he needed this. They needed to finish what they'd started; it wasn't fair for the memories to tease him so much. And they did. Torturous – tantalizing.
One hand found its way up her dress and she gasped at the sensation of his thumb pressing against her clit. Rubbing smooth circles, Jim smirked against her mouth.
"Sorry, couldn't help m'self," he hummed.
"J-Jim," she gasped, fingers gripping his shoulders.
"Hmmm?" he mumbled lazily, kissing down to her neck.
His thumb pressed harder and his index finger slipped under her panties to press into her entrance.
Julie hid her moan into his neck which drove him absolutely crazy. Hopper found the whole situation humorous. Here they were, two grown adults hooking up on someone's washing machine at a party.
Hopper moaned when she started pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck. She was so damn tight around his finger, just the thought made him want to bust. His erection was pressing against the washing machine and her spread legs were right there, damn it…
"Fuck…" she whispered as he felt her come undone around his finger. She angled her hips toward his hand and grinded against him to increase the pressure.
That mouth on her and the feeling of her throbbing around his digit made Hopper snap. With his free hand, he hastily undid his belt.
Julie watched him, swollen lips parted as she panted, chest rising and falling so perfectly in the cut of that dress. She looked like a scene from a filthy movie. Pulling his hand back from under her dress, he worked on getting his pants undone.
"Here?" Julie hissed, glancing over her shoulder at the curtain which still remained closed.
"Yes, here," Hopper retorted. "Can't take much more," he mumbled.
Julie was distracted trying to listen in on the kids. Maybe they'd forgotten they were down there still. Maybe they wouldn't come looking. But the bathroom was right behind Jim and if they got caught…
"Can we go back to your Blazer?" she whispered, pressing her hands to his chest, heart racing.
Jim seemed determined, a glazed look to his eyes, pupils dilated. His hand was down the front of his pants gripping at his hardened shaft.
"Wh-what?" he panted.
Julie read it from him – he worried she didn't want him.
"I just…don't wanna be interrupted," she admitted, gnawing on her lower lip.
"We're fine," he leaned in close, pressing his lips to hers in a bad attempt at easing her mind.
And, God, she wanted him…
Maybe just for a bit…
Just as Jim was about to pull Julie's panties to the side, a voice called out, approaching the curtain. Hopper stilled for a second, held his breath, snapped his pants again, tried to shift his erection so it wasn't so noticeable.
Julie tried to jump down and Jim had to help her.
"Hopper?" came Eleven's voice. "Ms. Byers is looking for you."
Just when he thought he was safe, she peeked her head in the room and Julie stilled as she watched Jim slam the washer, wiping at some of the buttons on the panel.
"Good as new," he tapped it after opening the lid.
Eleven looked confused for a second before retreating back to the game.
With the curtain back in place, Hop let out a deep breath.
Julie felt so flustered from almost getting caught. How reckless of them to do something like that with the kids in the other room.
She was glad she hesitated or Eleven would have gotten an education…
"I'm sorry, Jim," she stepped closer to him, grabbed ahold of his hard on, then kissed him on the mouth. "We've got the worst luck with this."
She was gone in a few seconds.
His hand slammed down on the washing machine again, swallowing down a growl from the depths of his throat.
Hopper sighed, hanging his head. His eyes took in the bulge in his pants and he tried to calm down the intensity he was feeling all of this. Walking out of there with a raging boner was not his intention, yet he was so desperate...
A part of him was tempted to just sneak in the bathroom around the corner, get himself off...but it wouldn't be enough. Not after what had just happened. Not after all of this teasing. It felt like they were playing a game of edging and, holy Hell, was Hopper over it.
Hopper brought his mind to some awful things in hopes to calm himself down. It didn't work. Not really.
But the thought of El walking in on them and him having to have that conversation at this point? Yeah, that did it.
Hopper cleared his throat, adjusted himself, zipped up, belt refastened.
Stepping out from behind the curtain he saw Julie lounging on the couch again, legs out in front of her, looking like a Goddamn centerfold.
Fuck.
"I'll meet you up there," she reassured and Hop took a second to process what that meant. Was she going to see him before he left? Was the Blazer still an option? Would he take her home?
They were treading very dangerous waters.
He climbed the stairs two at a time, trying to clear his mind of all the filthy things he wanted to do to that woman.
Son of a bitch.
"Were you playing that weird game?" Joyce asked when he came into view.
"What? No. Talking to El."
"You didn't hear me when I called?"
"I was taking a leak."
"El is staying over still, right?"
"Yeah."
Julie walked past him then, running her fingers through her hair, lips swollen, barefoot still, high heels dangling from her index finger as she finished her glass of wine.
Hop swallowed hard.
"You staying for Twister?" Karen asked her.
Jesus...Hopper inhaled sharply at the thought of Twister in that dress...
"No, I'm sorry. I've got a busy day tomorrow."
"I know the kids want to stay," Joyce voiced.
"That's ok. I can walk."
"I'll take you," Hopper piped up instantly, a little too eager. He watched Julie bite back a smirk. "If you want."
"That would be nice, thank you, Jim."
•••
She hoisted herself in the Blazer, tossed her shoes on the floorboard, and slammed the door.
As he started it up, he noticed she pulled her dress up slightly, revealing more of her thigh. Hopper used all of his willpower to not fuck her right then.
"Where we goin'?" he asked.
"Just drive." She shot him a look, biting her lip.
"Yes, ma'am."
He shifted into gear and started down the road.
Two minutes – he'd counted – two minutes into the ride Julie was fidgeting with his belt and slacks. The feel of her hands on him was enough to give him a halfie.
"Jesus..."
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and he relished at the contact, lifting his hips for a moment as she slid his dick out. And then she leaned forward, pressed her soft lips to his tip. A loud "God!" came from Jim's mouth. She smiled against his skin and he wanted to spank her.
Julie's lips slipped down his cock as she took him fully in her mouth. Keeping his focus on the road proved difficult as he swerved slightly. Julie paused then pulled her mouth off of him. Jim let out a frustrated groan.
"I'll stop," she warned.
"Don't," he practically begged.
Julie smirked against him before tracing the tip of her tongue along his corona. Hopper gripped the steering wheel tighter, gritting his teeth. His hips jerked up toward her mouth and she let him in completely, deep throating several times.
Stopped at a red light, Hopper gripped her hair and bobbed her head on him. The back of her mouth hit him just right and he let out a muffled groan, biting a knuckle on his free hand.
Tempted to sit through the light, Hopper gasped out as his orgasm neared. Julie pulled back for a second when someone honked behind him and he slammed his hands on the wheel, hitting the gas pedal harshly and causing Julie to almost fall off the seat.
"Shit, sorry," he grunted, feeling his dick throb at the loss of attention. Julie sat up, running a hand through her hair and Jim looked absolutely disheveled, staring open-mouthed at her. "Can you?…fuck…" he sighed, a slight grumble at the edge of his voice.
"You okay?" she was teasing him and it was really pissing him off at that point.
"I swear to God…"
"What, you aren't having fun?"
The thing that killed him even more was that he was fucking enjoying this. Enjoying being egged on, enjoying the coy way she was looking at him.
"You're fuckin' killin' me, Jules…" the pure desperation in his voice sent chills down Julie's spine. Maybe she was being cruel, but she so enjoyed this.
Easing her way back down to his lap, her fingers laced around his shaft and just that simple touch made him twitch. He'd been so damn close. She was gonna give him blue balls, he was so fucking worried that was her goal.
With her mouth back on him, Jim kept one hand on the wheel, the other urging her down to deep throat him again, drawing his fingers across the skin on her neck. She giggled against his dick, making him cuss at the sensation. Each movement drew him closer again and at this point he wasn't sure where he was driving, was barely paying attention to the road.
A quick movement of the wheel and Julie stopped moving again.
"Jim, if you can't handle…"
He cut her off by quickly jerking the wheel to the right and pulling over to the side of the road. He'd had enough, couldn't take her stopping and starting again. His legs were shaking at this point and he wasn't about to get in an accident with his pants undone – how'd he explain that one to the guys at the station?
Shifting into park, he glared down at Julie who seemed pretty pleased with herself, despite appearing a little nervous at the way Jim was looking at her. Regardless of all that, Julie's mouth enveloped him once again and Jim sat back in the seat, hips shifting slightly as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth. With more control now and more attention paid to the moment, Hopper felt his climax building quickly.
He had the overwhelming urge to fuck her then, but he knew it wouldn't be satisfying enough. He knew he wouldn't last much longer and he craved that release – now.
"Uhng…God damn…" he hummed out when she traced her flattened tongue over the vein on the underside of his dick then played with the tip. "Jules…" he huffed out, hips rising slightly more as he pulled at her hair. She moaned against his skin then bobbed back down over him. "I…m'gonna…" his breath caught in his throat when she hollowed her cheeks and sunk back down on him a few more times.
Grip tightening in her hair, Hop leaned back, his head pushing against the headrest while he thrusted into her mouth. Hopper couldn't hold on any longer, his peak hitting him as Julie traced her tongue around his corona again. A loud moan left him as she let him ride out his orgasm, grip tightening on her hair.
Julie swallowed him down, giving his dick one final lap before sitting up. Gazing at Jim, she was almost proud of herself. The large man hadn't moved, his chest rose and fell in heavy bursts of air, head still back against the headrest, eyes still closed, mouth open.
"Worth the wait?"
"Shit, I needed that," his voice was laced with exhaustion. "Such a tease, Mississippi."
She stuck her tongue out at him and sat back in the seat while he opened one eye to glance at her.
Cars breezed by, rubbernecking, and Jim slowly put himself away. He was still fucking hard…
"Apologies, Chief…"
He smirked at her, shifting into gear and then pulling back onto the road. "I'm all alone tonight, if you're…if you want."
Julie hesitated, not wanting things to go too fast.
"I'd love to stay, Jim, really…I just…think it might be best if we part ways tonight."
Well, that felt like a punch to the gut. Hopper hated to admit that he was banking on having someone in his bed tonight. The comfort of a body lying next to him, someone to wake up to in the morning…
Julie read this from him and he could almost feel her in his mind.
"Yeah. Okay, right."
Julie felt bad, wanted to say something to make things better for him, but was afraid of what that would mean for them.
Hop knew he made it awkward and the whole way back to her place he was mentally kicking himself for even asking her to stay. He'd gotten his share of pleasure tonight, wasn't that enough? Of course not. Of course it wasn't enough because there was still this pressure in his chest – an ache in his ribs that reminded him how alone he really was.
"Thank you for driving me home," Julie managed awkwardly as he pulled into her driveway. "This was...actually a better night than I'd expected."
Hopper put the car in park. "Yeah?" he tried not to sound too desperate, but for the past five minutes he'd been so convinced that he'd ruined it.
She nodded, "You don't agree?" she was being playful and Hopper found himself hesitating just slightly, feeling embarrassed still from being turned down, a little irritated too.
"Ehhhh…it was alright." He pursed his lips, shrugging.
Julie's jaw dropped. "What?"
He sheepishly looked over at her.
"Eh," he couldn't help but smirk at her, feigning arrogance.
Her eyes narrowed and she pressed a hand to his shoulder, pushing him slightly to which he pushed right back. As her hand went to shove one last time for effort, her other hand gripped at the door handle to let herself out. Hopper didn't allow it. He grabbed her wrist and held her in place.
Julie glanced over at him under her eyelashes, pupils dilated, and before he knew it, she was shoving herself between his body and the steering wheel, pressing her lips to his in a heated kiss.
Hopper wasted no time lacing his fingers in her hair, pulling her in closer. She tasted of him and Hop found it alluring. He wanted her and he was so damn glad that she approached him first – he was done with the first moves for the day after getting turned down, done with putting himself out there just to get shot down and feel like an idiot.
Her hands traveled over his body, across his chest, gripped his shoulders, traced along his neck. Hopper was breathless and still hard when she finally pulled away.
Julie bit her lower lip in hopes to stop herself from kissing Jim. He liked how wild she looked in that moment, liked the control she lost.
"If I don't go now, I don't think I will."
"Then don't." the words came from him simply.
She nodded. "I have to, Jim."
His lips traveled to her neck and his facial hair tickled her.
"Mmm…no ya don't. M'alone tonight," his voice came out muffled from against her skin.
"I know," she answered simply. "God, I know…" she almost didn't push him away, almost let him follow her into the house, lay her down on that couch, and do what they'd been dancing around the whole time. "I'll see you soon, Jim. Okay?" He didn't stop kissing her neck. "…Okay?" she pressed her hands to his chest with a laugh.
"Mmmm, fine, yeah…"
Her fingers traced over his cheek before she climbed off of him and out of the car. Hopper watched her walk up the porch and he made sure she got in the house before he backed out.
Running a hand down his face as he drove, he wondered just what the Hell he was thinking. Yet he couldn't help the smile that was forming on his lips and the oddity bubbling in his chest. Something like…happiness?
He shoved it back down.