Rocked by need and undeniable relief that this experience with Lita was far better than some anonymous fantasy, James held her down and bucked his hips, again and again. He was the embodiment of desperate aggression, sliding her body down to meet each thrust, grunting as she sheathed his dick with little cries. Cries that sounded like submission, an offering to the beast harnessed inside him so long. The hands pushing his shoulders were losing their determination, hesitating as if they wanted to tug him closer instead. And James could do nothing but slake his lust. Just bury his face in her neck and strive with each pistoning thrust to get deeper. Deeper. “Oh God, oh God, oh God…” Lita moaned into his shoulder, her voice vibrating with the force of his drives.
“Some men are after relief and they don’t care who gives it to them,” he grated into her neck. “Now imagine a man who only gets hard for one woman. Imagine it’s a never-ending battle to hide his erect cock because she’s always around. Giving him little pinkie waves and whining his name, knowing full well what it does to him. I’ve wanted to fuck you all day, every day, since you showed up. Goddammit, you little tease.”
Lita’s hands were on his ass now, their game having shattered apart with his admissions. Head back, mouth open, tits bouncing, she jerked him forward into the promise of relief her body represented. Her knees were hooked under his elbows now, but he couldn’t remember getting them there. Couldn’t think around the way her wet * squeezed him, her husky moans of his name. “Please, James…”
He threw her right leg over his shoulder, freeing his hand to stroke her clit. Damn, her body’s reaction to that touch almost choked the seed from his dick, making him pound all the harder into her tightened-up entrance. Need to come, need to come. “You put me in so much fucking pain, Lita. Take me out of it.” The sounds of their bodies joining filled the darkness. Slaps, strokes, and moans. “Taking it raw, aren’t you, plaything? Loving that big, bare cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to coat the inside of you? Fill you full?” His mouth latched onto hers for a slippery, sensual kiss. “Give me yours first.”
James pressed his thumb down on her clit and dragged the button of flesh up through her wetness, before letting it go. Doing it again. Her flesh began to shake against his hand, her cries going off like fireworks in a night sky. She fought against him again for a different reason. She was pinned by his thrusting hips, straight through the climax. “Too much.” Her fingernails clawed at his neck, his upper back. “Too much.”
The pain of her scratching made his release a sharper kind of bliss. He opened his mouth but no sound came out—the pleasure had trapped it all inside. Lita’s mouth was his only tether to reality as he shot from the cannon, hanging in the atmosphere as his body weathered a release so complete, it wouldn’t allow him to breathe. Just kiss her. Her. Lita. Finally, he was forced to rip his mouth away to intake oxygen and Lita was right there with him, gulping in air.
Sweat coated their bodies, but James couldn’t deal with being parted from her, so he lifted her limp body into his arms and walked to the bed.
When James laid her down, she dropped a hand onto her lifting and falling belly. “I need…”
Lita trailed off without finishing, making one corner of James’s mouth lift. She trusted him to know what she meant, knew he would. He returned from the bathroom a minute later with a towel and a glass of water, handing her the drink while he cherished the task of cleaning himself from her body. Thoughts about tomorrow and next week tried to invade the long-needed relative calm in his mind, but he barred them entry. The morning would be soon enough to debate the future. For now, holding a sleeping Lita was the only thought worthy of entertaining. Something he’d needed to do every night for four years, but hadn’t allowed himself the privilege.
Looking over her body to reassure himself there were no marks, James laid down behind Lita, pressing his chest to her back. His eyelids drooped—from exhaustion, tenderness, renewed need—when she snuggled closer, fitting her bottom to his groin. “James?”
“Yes.”
A small hesitation. “I could really get used to that other side of you.”
There it was. That was what scared him.
A horrible twisting took place in his chest.
James didn’t sleep that night.
Chapter Six
James had been quiet all morning, but Lita wasn’t fazed. She knew this man well. With James, brooding was just par for the course. Not to mention? Hot as shit.
His Broodiness sat in the driver’s seat, once again in a pair of faded jeans, this time with a fitted, white T-shirt that hugged his biceps. A hint of his boxer briefs was visible around the waistband of his pants and she wanted to lick the entire perimeter until he begged for her to go lower. Yeah. After James had given her the Orgasm To End All Orgasms last night, Lita wanted a one-way ticket back to bed. She wanted to be roughed up and held down. Wanted more of his disrespectful words issued beside her ear. And she wanted it now.
Unfortunately, James had already been fully dressed when he woke her up by opening the window blinds in a loud zip. Thanks to the haziness of sleep, she’d made a clumsy attempt at seduction by fluffing her hair and winking. He’d left the room like wolves were on his heels, saying he would wait in the car while she got ready.
“You forgot about the rule,” Lita said, donning her Ray-Bans.