Chapter 8
It was happening alright. Julie noted through her daze that he was paying an inordinate amount of attention on her ear. Tracing its outline and making delicious sounds. He suddenly stopped. She made a protesting sound. Then he traced her ear again from the top to her earlobe where he nibbled. If Julie had been standing her legs would have surely given out at this moment. She heard soft mewing sounds and realised embarrassingly that they were coming from her. She threw her head back against the couch and Tim was inching closer and closer but she still didn't look at him. The nibbling stopped and then he was sucking on her lobe and she couldn't bare it anymore, she moved her head towards him
"Tim, I--," he cut off her words with his mouth. His soft lips taking her bottom one and gently tugging on it. He was good. He was very good. Soft, but firm. He tasted like vanilla ice cream, who would have ever thought Tim would taste like that? She responded immediately, kissing him back with ferocity and need that was swelling inside of her. She somehow found herself lifted into the air and straddled on his lap, her legs either side of his powerful thighs. Maybe she had died and gone to heaven. Julie felt a humming sensation running through her entire body. Tim redirected his kisses from her lips to her throat. She was equally disappointed that the kiss had ended and thrilled that he had redirected his lips on her pulse point. His arms were wrapped around her waist, his hands running across her back. Large, warm, thrilling hands. She wished they would stay there forever. Her hands however were engrossed in his hair. She ran her fingers through it and burst out laughing when she realised that her fingers were caught in the tangles and his head was abruptly yanked back as she tried to free them.
"Wha---?" Tim asked although it really sounded more like a grunt than a word. Julie could not help herself and giggled more. Her fingers really couldn't escape from the snarl of Tim's hair. Her hands were effectively trapped and the more she thought about it, the more she laughed. Tim looked really pissed off. She looked at him and realised he thought she was laughing at him
"Oh no Tim, it is not you," he looked disbelieving "my fingers are caught in your hair. I can't move them. I was laughing at that, not you."
He brought his face up close to hers and whispered "That was some of my best stuff ya know?"
She giggled again "I'm honoured but I need to get my hands free,"
"Why? All the better to have my wicked way with you," he teased, nipping her top lip and pulled her closer. Her stomach was now pulled up to his own. The warmth thrilled her. He took a deep breath and got serious "How does someone get their fingers sought in someone's hair?" he asked incredulously.
"I think the better question Tim is, when was the last time you combed your hair?" she whispered into his ear. She began to mimic his earlier moves tracing the whorl of his ear and then sucking lightly on his lobe. She then broke away and blew gently on its dampened surface. Tremours ran through Tim, she could feel his reaction under her. She'd never done this before, it had never even occurred to her before. She guessed that Tim challenged her other areas aside from arguments. The fact that she could get Tim 'Man Whore' Riggins to react to her in that was exhilarating. Tyra and Lyla, eat your hearts out.
Tim's attention was still firmly on her neck. Nipping, sucking, and blowing. What Julie hadn't realised was that Tim was suddenly a lot more verbal. Not sounds, more like talking to a degree she'd never known. She really couldn't understand what he was saying, the words lost in her throat as he was kissing her. She might have heard some things like 'soft', 'smells great' and the occasional chuckle. Her fingers were still trapped but the attention she was receiving from Tim kept distracting her.
Julie moved her hands again trying to free them. She had a very strong desire to move her hands down that awesome chest of his. To get her hands and rub them down his six-pack. She had a weakness for six-packs, Matt had one but she knew Tim's was better. She groaned with frustration as Tim moved his attention back to her mouth. Julie felt hot, breathless and incredibly sensitised to the whole experience.
Tim's mouth covered hers. His lips were warm, he startled her when his tongue touched her, hot, and insinuating and she eagerly opened her mouth for him. His tongue and lips were everywhere and she moaned, deep down in her throat. Her nipped at her bottom lip again, seemingly engrossed in its fullness. She thought she heard him murmur something about 'beautiful lips'. She was unbelievably turned on and she hadn't even found a way to get her hands anywhere near his six-pack.
What could she do? She racked her brains and thought about her fingers. Sure they were caught but...hmm. She started moving her fingertip in circles on the back of his head. She could feel the shape of his skull, the weight of his hair. She had limited movement but she played with the hair, softly stroking the fine, untangled hair on his nape. He liked that, he groaned and plundered her mouth deeper. She resumed her attention, tracing his top lip with her tongue and then sucking on his own lovely bottom lip. He groaned and tore his head away
"I want...I want your hands on me," he gasped. She looked at his face. His eyes were dilated and there was a slightly dazed quality in his face. "I want your hands free, now!"
They both, temporarily of course, placed all their attention on getting her fingers out of his hair.
"You've got to promise me that you'll start running a comb through your hair every once and awhile," she giggled "I don't want a repeat." She was gently moving her fingers back and forth trying to get the hair loose enough that she could slip her fingers straight out.
"Every day if you want," he responded. He was serious. He looked her in the eyes and they froze in that moment. The freeing project on hold. Then he moved so quickly she didn't realise what was happening. He grabbed her hand gently and tore his hair away from her hand. There was a slight pull and his hair broke away from her fingers and his head. They both stared at the hair in his hand. There was quite a lot.
"Oh My God," she breathed. She quickly gestured for him to push his head forward so she could inspect the damage. Fortunately he had a lot of hair and there were no bald spots. "A comb would be good" she told him with relief "but everyday...? Your hair's gorgeous the way it is, only perhaps a little less...knotty." She took the hair from him and inspected it. Wow. He was looking at her hungrily and she realised she could now put her hands wherever she wanted. They moved in again, when a crash was heard at the door. They quickly pulled away from each other and managed to look perfectly innocent when Tami Taylor walked into the room. The Coach was close behind.
"Julie Taylor, what have I told you about leaving my fullback alone?" She looked at the Coach with trepidation.
"What are you talking about Dad?" she asked nervously. Tim and Julie shared a worried look. Maybe Matt has said something, so much for the renewed friendship.
"In know its tough sharing a house at the moment, I know you weren't all that happy about it but that is no reason, absolutely no reason, to have pulled out the boy's hair. What in the hell were you thinking?"
Author's Note – I know it is slightly farcical that she got her fingers caught but go with it people. I will continue to write but the updates will peter out in the next few days as I cannot post them from home. Where would you like this to go? Any suggestions? Thanks for the continuing reviews, it has been fun reading them and hearing your reactions.
