I can’t stop the smile from crossing my lips.
He keeps his mouth right where it is, speaking against my skin. “We can do this. We’re obviously attracted to one another.”
“Once to get it out of our systems, and then we can just be friends.”
He looks up at me. “Exactly.”
My body is already aching for him. In the position we’re in, he could so easily slide his head up my skirt and taste me.
If he did, I wouldn’t push him away. Not right now. Now, I refuse to think about the future. I meant what I said earlier—we’re not the same—but attraction doesn’t care about that.
My body wants his, pure and simple. I’ve only tried to have sex a couple times since Darryl and it was never good, but I have a feeling that James won’t disappoint. He’s so talented with his body in other ways, after all.
He pulls me into a kiss that makes my heart do a somersault. “You sure about this?”
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. “As long as you are.”
He slowly pulls down the zipper on the back of my dress. It falls, pooling around my waist, showing off my lacy bra. The heat in his gaze nearly burns as he looks down at me. Without a word, he lifts me up, carefully pulling the dress the rest of the way off, and goes to drape it over the chair like his jacket.
I swipe my tongue over my lower lip as he undresses. Holy fuck, his chest is incredible. Each muscle is perfectly defined, showing off the power in them with ease. He has a tattoo over his heart, some sort of swirling pattern designed in thick lines of black. My eyes zero in on the trail of dark hair that leads down to his crotch, where he’s clearly half-hard already, his cock straining against the fabric of his black boxer-briefs.
I know I’m staring, but of course that just makes him huff out a laugh. “Like what you see, princess?”
“Come here.” I start to unhook my bra, but he does it for me, flinging the whole thing to the floor. I gasp as he takes one of my breasts in each hand, kneading gently. Then he leans down to lick at my nipples, and my mind-short circuits. I moan as he pinches one, sucking on the other to get it hard.
“You’re sensitive here,” he says. “I bet if I played with them long enough, you’d soak your panties through.”
I shake my head, whimpering all the while. “Don’t. I want you inside me.”
“I’ll get there, sweetheart. I’ve been dreaming about this, let me enjoy it.”
He continues to tease me, scraping his teeth against the extra-sensitive undersides of my tits, sucking a hickey into the top of one. I clench my core at the dizzying sensations. At this rate I will completely ruin these panties. I’ve never come just from this kind of stimulation, but something tells me James could get me there if he tried hard enough. I drag my nails down his back, digging in accidentally when he drags a rough hand down my soft belly. When his fingers find the waistband of my panties, I whimper aloud.
He pulls back, his mouth wet with his own spit, and gives me a cocky grin that makes my pussy clench. “You’re easy to rile up, you know.”
I press forward. “Keep touching me.”
He tears the panties down my thighs. “Next time, I’m going to see if I can make you come just like this, Bex. My mouth on those gorgeous full tits, teasing until you cream yourself.”
I freeze, even though his hand is right at the top of my sex, and I desperately want it lower. “There won’t be another time.”
The smile drops from his face. “Right.”
“This is just sex.” I can’t keep the waver out of my voice. But that’s exactly what this is, and the clearer we are on that, the better.
“I know.” He leans in, kissing the corner of my mouth. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves.”
“Just—don’t talk about a future that can’t happen.”
“Okay.” He strokes the top of my folds, bringing his other hand up to tweak my nipple again. “But I’m tasting you.”
“You don’t have—”
He cuts me off by spreading my legs and burying his head between my thighs.
18
BEX
I choke out a moan, my hands gripping his hair tightly as his tongue explores my cunt. My legs are shaking, wanting to close, but he holds them open with ease. When his tongue finds my clit, he sucks on it until I cry out, arching my hips off the bed. He groans in response, dragging his mouth down, licking over and inside my hole.
My brain short-circuits when he presses a finger into me alongside his tongue. He uses his other hand to continue to play with my clit as he laps up my wetness, leaving me clenching around his finger. I sob with relief when he adds another, scissoring them, stretching me.
“That’s it, princess.” He speaks right against my skin, and the rumble of his voice just heightens the sensations running through me. He brings his mouth back to my clit, kissing it in an oddly sweet gesture before licking it, and pushes a third finger into me. I’m shaking, barely able to hold myself back from the edge as he teases me with his tongue. I grip his hair so tightly it must hurt, but he doesn’t try to get me to stop.
He turns his head and kisses my inner thigh. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
He punctuates that by pressing his thumb against my asshole.
My hips shoot off the bed as I come with a shout. He keeps fingering me, teasing me, tormenting me as I come down from my climax. By the time he finally removes his fingers, kissing my belly instead of my pussy, I’m so oversensitive every movement makes me gasp.
He brushes the hair from my forehead. His lips and chin shine with my slick, and when he kisses me, I taste myself.
“Fuck, James.”
“We’re getting to that,” he says. He sits on the bed, pulling me into his lap, his hands finding my ass as he grinds me down against his crotch. This close, all I can focus on is his cologne and the way his hard cock feels against my folds. He’s so thick I find myself aching as we move together. His fingers were good, but ultimately, they were a tease. I can come again, and I want to do it while he’s inside me, fucking into me with all the power in his body.
I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him, rubbing myself against his cock until his breath hitches. He’s been having his way with me and I’m loving it, but there’s no way I’m letting him have all the fun. I reach down and grip his cock, pumping it slowly. He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck as I work him over, my thumb swiping over the head.
He presses a kiss against my ear. “Fuck, you feel good, baby.”
“You have condoms, right?”
He reaches over and blindly grabs one from the nightstand. I take it from him, impatient now, and try to rip it open with my teeth. No such luck. He laughs as he takes it from me, opening it with ease and rolling it on his cock. “I got you.”
I trace over his tattoo. Does it mean something, or did he just get it for fun? Now that I think about it, his brother has a tattoo in the same place. Maybe he got it with him. The thought is unfairly adorable.
If we were really dating, I’d ask. But that’s the kind of question that comes from a girlfriend, not a hookup. And if there’s anything I need to remember, it’s that this is not for real. This is just to scratch an itch we’re both feeling. Even if he calls me princess and makes me see stars when I come.
He rolls us over, so I’m on my back, and nudges my legs apart with his knee. I oblige him, gripping his arms to steady myself as he lines up. A muscle in his arm jumps as I squeeze. He rubs his cock against my entrance, getting the tip wet with my slick.
“James.” I gasp as his hand brushes my still-sensitive clit. “Don’t tease.”
He looks down at me, something unidentifiable in his gaze. “I won’t, Beckett.”
He pushes in. A little at a time, his face taut with concentration, leaving me rapt as I watch the intensity in his eyes. Beckett. He called me by my full name. Not Bex, not “princess.”
Beckett.
It makes my toes curl, even though it shouldn’t.
By the time he finally settles all the way inside me, I’m arching my back, legs wrapped tight around his hips. He stays still for just a moment, but true to his word, he doesn’t tease. He’s thick as fuck; his fingers helped, but I still feel a delicious stretch. He pulls out almost all the way, the drag of his cock exquisitely slow, before thrusting his hips forward.
“Is this good?” he asks as he builds up a rhythm. “Tell me if I need to do something different.”
I nod, my grip on him tightening.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes,” I say, the word intermingled with a cry as he hits the spot inside me that makes me want to melt. “Keep going. Please, just don’t stop.”