Текст книги "Suite 269"
Автор книги: Christine Zolendz
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13
Jameson
“I think it’s AMAZING how the measly 26 letters in the alphabet can produce so much bullshit.” @Kavon #Bullshit
"Strange kind of wedding, right? There's no groom?" the bartender asked, setting the beer I ordered on the bar. Icy vapors rose from its open top, causing my mouth to water.
"The groom was a douche. The bride caught him with someone else the night of her bachelorette party and she couldn't get her deposit back." I pulled the bottle to my lips and gulped the cold liquid. Alcohol immediately warmed my stomach and spread to my chest. "She even tried to donate the entire thing to some lucky couple, but no one wanted a jinxed wedding. So we're here celebrating her not making the biggest mistake of her life."
The beer hit my bloodstream and my muscles instantly loosened. I was wound up tight. Tighter than I’d ever been. I hadn’t had sex in weeks and my balls were killing me. I looked around the room and tried to think of anything else to get my mind off getting inside Lex. I looked down at the paper in my hand and smiled. My shy little fact checker finally emailed me her fantasy list. I promised myself to do everything on this list for her, even though I think she must have been rip-roaring drunk when she wrote it. But I was up for all of it. Every dirty little thing. Everything but number ten. Ten I didn’t think I could do. I didn’t think I had it in me. It was just too much. Too crazy. Too soon, anyway.
The reception hall was exactly what I'd expected: everything was snobby Trager-like and gaudy, right down to the flower arrangements. This wasn't any wedding for someone like Lexa.
I heard her voice before I saw her. "Just make sure I don't get plastered," her voiced echoed down the hallway.
"Well, why the hell not?" Mandy's voice questioned.
"Because then I can't be held responsible for anything I do, and..." I turned in her direction and my breathing stopped. I never gave thought to that old cliché; but she actually took my breath away. Christ was she beautiful. I still couldn’t believe Trager let her get away.
I didn't leave her side all night. If someone were to have walked past the doorway, give even half a peek inside, saw everyone dancing and then watched us, they'd think it. They would be one hundred percent sure that it was our wedding. Her in a tight, sexy little white dress and me in a suit, dancing and touching each other like it was the best day of our lives. The way she moved was intoxicating. It was so overwhelming that I had to walk outside and get air when Mandy and her started a conga line.
"I didn't mean to hurt her," a voice called from behind me.
I spun around to find Kevin standing at the window, teary eyed, watching what was supposed to be his wedding too.
"But you did. And now you don't deserve her anymore," I said, shrugging.
"She wasn't like that when we were together; she was so straight and ambitious. Headstrong. Everything was work and being the best at what she wanted."
"Yeah. Poor you," I laughed. "I'd rather have a driven woman than a leech like Sophia, who is only looking for the next guy who could get her somewhere." I turned my back on him then stopped and whirled back around. "And you know what? Marriage is about growing with someone. Accepting them for who they are and loving them and all their flaws. If you ask me, you and Sophia deserve each other."
"Fuck off, Holt. What? Are you going to make it all better for her now? Just wait until shit hits the fan with you too. Wait until you're waiting at a restaurant alone because she's still working. Wait until she can't be bothered to cook dinner, have sex, or even take the time to brush her hair and get dressed because she's on her computer working."
"So why are you here then? Why are you standing by that window like a pussy, tears in your eyes, thinking about what you could have had?"
"Because other than that she was perfect."
"Ever think that it was your issue and not hers? Ever try to offer her a drink, a back massage, anything while she was working? Surprise her with something? Support her and encourage her to be the best she could be? Listen to what she's doing? Hell no, right? It was all about you, the fucking mailroom guy." And please, the woman was a fact checker; it's not as if my father had her running the magazine. She had plenty of time to work and play with Nerf guns in her office. He's talking shit. "Get lost. She doesn't need to see you today."
“You’re going to hurt her just as much as I did. Difference is that I really did love her. I just needed to see what the other half of the world fucked like. You’ll see. She’s terrified of sex. Her body. Everything.” I watched him walk away, hands shoved deep into his pockets. “Just wait until you find how she really is. You won’t want her when you really know her. Trust me.”
Jackass.
I leaned heavily onto the wall for a few moments to try to dowse my anger. I was fuming inside thinking Lexa could ever have been with such an asshole. Was she really as bad as he thought? I didn’t see it at all.
"Hey. Who were you sneaking out to talk to, huh?" Mandy’s voice called from behind me.
I shook my head and laughed. “What are you doing out here. What happened to the conga line?”
“Over. Now they are playing Mony-Mony and throwing dollar bills at her.” She stepped closer to me and crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes narrowed into tiny slits so I knew she was about to be all whiny with me. “Please don’t mess with her head. Just show her a good time, make her forget about him. Don’t let her fall for you.”
“That’s the plan,” I deadpanned.
“I’m serious. She’s been hurt enough. No sweet, charming guy act. Just screwing.”
“Mandy, it’s only three weeks. Don’t be stupid.” What the hell did she think could possibly happen between us in three weeks?
She nodded slowly and we walked back inside. The fast song had slowed and mixed into a slow ballad, and that stunning woman stood in the middle of the dance floor glaring at the DJ like he was next on her personal hit list.
I jogged across the dance floor and slid in front of her. “May I have this dance?”
She stood there watching me, blinked a few times, then draped her hands around my neck and smiled. “Everyone was just throwing money at me, you missed it.”
"Kevin was out front," I grumbled, tilting my head down to watch her expression.
Her face blanched. Then my face must have blanched. I didn’t want him to be a thought in her mind. All I wanted her thinking about was me and how hard I was going to make her come. I started to say something, but she cut me right off, "Please don't tell me it's time to get over it."
"I won't. I'm not here to help you get over it either, but I will help you get through it," I said.
As soon as we get the hell out of here, I'm going to make you forget he ever existed.
We boarded a plane right after the party and slept the entire flight. I woke to her curled into me—her mass of inky dark hair across my chest and shoulders. She was beautiful. So beautiful—and I only had three weeks. Three weeks to make her forget about that idiot and make her realize what a beautiful woman she really was and what being with a real man was all about.
She deserved to be with someone who would worship every inch of her body and every minute of her time. That was sure as hell going to be me, even if it was only for a short time. I didn’t think about consequences. I didn’t think about what ifs. All I thought about was showing her that all men weren’t little boys.
After landing, I had a car pick us up and drive us to the dump of a hotel Trager had reserved a room in. As soon as we stepped out of the car, the look on her face had me furious. “Get back in the car,” I said.
“What? Why? This is the place,” she whispered.
“Yeah, well I’m not Trager the Mailroom guy. This isn’t good enough for you. Let’s go,” I said, gently shoving her ass back into the car.
I hit the back of the driver’s seat and handed him two crisp hundred-dollar bills. “Take us to the best place to stay here. And drive slowly.”
She leaned her head on the back of the seat and watched me. “Spread your legs,” I whispered, “then cross number five off your list.”
She was scared. Her hands grasped at the edge of her skirt and she tugged it down, her eyebrows arched up high, questioning me. “There’s no holding back now, Lex. Let go. Everything you want I’m going to give you. Open your legs for me,” I whispered into her hair. I watched the driver make eye contact with her in the rearview mirror. He knew what I was doing, shit he was probably just as hard as I was listening to her shaky breathing. Watching her chest heave, her thighs opened wide. Her scent filled up the back seat.
I slid my fingers up her smooth thigh. The muscles beneath her skin trembled—with fright or anticipation I didn’t know. The higher my fingers edged the warmer her skin felt, until my fingertips met with the edge of her panties. That’s where it was hot. I skimmed a knuckle over the material. It was soaking wet. I wanted to see it. “Lift it up. You’re so wet, I need to see it.”
She gasped. Her muscles tightened. I could feel her entire body freeze up with fear as her quick glances ran back and forth between me and the cab driver, whose eyes were glued to the rearview mirror. “Here? Now? It’s day time,” she whispered.
“Lift up, Lex. I want to see how sexy you are.”
“What if I’m not?”
I slid my fingers under the lip of the material and slipped my fingers against her wet flesh. “You’re dripping all over my fingers, Lex. There’s nothing sexier than that for a man. Nothing.” I circled my finger around and around her small bundle of nerves. I could feel it swell under my touch. Her head fell back against the window and her body melted back into the seat.
“I…I’m…James, it’s been so long. I’m going to…” her words were panted, broken—begging.
“Lift up your skirt, Lex. I want to watch my fingers dip inside you.”
“Holy cow,” she breathed as she brought her trembling hands to the hem of her skirt and slowly raised the material.
“That’s it, Lex. That’s so incredibly sexy,” I rumbled, watching my fingers move in circles under the wet material. “Now pull the material away and hold it against your thigh. Show me what’s making those panties so wet,” I urged, licking my bottom lip. Damn, I wanted my mouth on her.
Taking a deep inhale, she hooked two fingers around the middle of her underwear, pulled them to the side, and showed me the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. “Fuck, Lex. Don’t you ever hide that from me. Ever,” I said, dipping the tips of two of my fingers into the silken wetness. She was bare. She was pink and perfect and I wanted to sink my cock inside her so hard. I curled my fingers and continued rubbing her clit. “Move, baby. Enjoy yourself. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
Her one hand fisted the panties and the other grabbed onto my arm and dug her nails into my skin. “James, I’m…” she moaned. Yes, she was going to come. I could feel her swell and thicken around my fingers as I moved them in and out of her. Her low moans and sounds were driving me crazy. I felt the cab slow. I glanced quickly at the driver, who pulled over and adjusted the mirror to watch the beautiful creature who was about to come all over my fingers.
Her body moved with the strokes of my hands—lifting herself to get me deeper. So, deeper I went, until her insides were tightening and pulsing and her low cries were saying my name over and over. She rode it out. Her body relaxing and softening, melting into my hand like she was made of warm honey.
She covered her mouth with her hands when she was done and her cheeks reddened to a bright glow.
I brought my fingers to my lips and slipped them in my mouth. “You’re delicious.”
Her eyes widened and her hands slowly slid off her face.
“Next time, your going to do that on my mouth so I get an even better taste.”
14
Lexa
“Any person who says their wedding day was the best day of their life obviously never had two Twix drop out of a vending machine by mistake.” @Kavon #LikeWinningTheLottery
Jameson was serious.
Jameson was serious about the whole three-week thing.
He was serious and I just had my first orgasm since God only knows when on his fingers in the back of a cab.
That was the craziest thing I ever did. Every muscle in my body felt like liquid. Squishy, trembling liquid.
I tried to climb out of the cab on jelly legs and bounced right back down. Seriously, I never had an orgasm from someone doing that to me. Ever. Even I could barely get myself to come like that unless I used a vibrator. And I wasn’t allowed to have a vibrator since Kevin was insanely jealous of them.
Jameson had magical fingers. I knew I was in way over my head. He was very experienced and I wasn’t any good at that stuff.
“Here, let me help you, Miss.” I looked up to see the cab driver holding his hand out to me, waiting to help me pull myself all the way out of the car. Could he tell my legs were jelly? He smiled at me with a knowing look and my stomach exploded with fluttery waves. Holy cow, he just watched the whole thing, didn’t he?
The pervert winked at me and slowly licked his lips.
Oh, my God.
I’m like a…a porn star.
One of those high pitched crazy giggles exploded out of my mouth.
“Thanks, man, but I got her from here,” Jameson said, grabbing my hand and helping me up. He shoved his way in between the cab driver and me and elbowed him back onto the curb. Laughing, he leaned into my hair and took in a deep breath. Holy cow he was sniffing me.
My palms clammed up and started sweating. I flattened my hands against my skirt and tried to rub them dry before taking Jameson’s hand. The same skirt I had rolled up around my waist in the back of the cab as he watched his fingers move into me until I exploded around them. A surge of heat tingled across my cheeks and down my neck.
This was insane.
I was supposed to be on my honeymoon and I was with my boss.
Who just made me come.
With his hand.
In a cab.
“What’s the matter?” he murmured, whispering the words into my neck as his hands slid around my waist. The heat of them, the heaviness of his warm hands on my body, sent waves of pressure deep inside me. I had to stand there and squeeze my thighs together hard.
“Hard to stand on Jello legs,” I whispered, clutching onto his arms tightly and tilting my face up to look at him. God, he was gorgeous.
Then I was yanked up off the ground as he scooped me into his arms and smiled. “Problem solved,” he smirked and carried me right through the front door of the most stunning resort lobby I’d ever laid eyes on.
I squeaked out a laugh and wrapped my arms around his neck, kicking my feet into the air. This was certifiable, what I was doing. Yet it felt so right, so good, so dirty that I couldn’t wait to see all the things we’d do.
“Welcome to Island Outpost,” a pretty brunette woman greeted from behind the registration desk. “What name is your reservation under?”
Jameson smiled and tipped his head closer to mine. “Can you stand? Is it okay if I put you down for a few minutes?”
I mumbled something incoherently. His lips were way too close for me to open my mouth and speak. I just ended up nodding stupidly.
He spoke low to the woman, explaining the situation of not having a reservation and asked for one of their most expensive villas. The woman smiled and typed away at her keyboard, rattling off all the amenities they offered with the honeymoon package.
“And we’re going to need extra insurance on the room as well,” he smiled.
I felt my eyebrows knit together as I glanced directly at him. “Why?”
One side of his smile tugged up higher than the other—giving me a sexy, lopsided grin. “Because, Lex,” he said, lowering his head even closer to me, “we’re definitely going to break their bed.”
Yes, please. Show me the way.
Picture this: We’re standing in front of the most beautiful villa. Vines of flowers and old world charm wrapped us in a romantic fairy tale vision. The sound of our own private beach hummed in the background as waves lapped softly against white-hot sand. The sun’s rays were hot on my shoulders as I stood staring at the wooden sign that read SUITE 269. It was all perfection, except I started to hyperventilate.
“This is a suite?” I mumbled, trying to gain some composure. “It’s more like a village hut on steroids.” Nervously, I wrung my hands together. I was terrified of opening that door and stepping inside. I was about to have premeditated relations with my boss. Very premeditated. I’d been premeditating for a while now. There’d been so much premeditation going on that my imagination was the only foreplay I needed. I was ready to go. No, not completely true—I was one thigh squeeze away from coming standing up. That’s how full of anticipation I was.
Honestly? This was huge for me, all kidding aside. I hadn’t been with anyone but Kevin for years. I was used to comfortable, boring, two-minute, unfulfilling sexual encounters with someone I lived with. Jameson Holt was almost a stranger to me. And my boss; I think I’ve mentioned this about a dozen or so times already. The boss part was wearing thin on me, though. It’s not as taboo feeling as I thought it might be. I mean, yeah, he was my boss, but so what? We were both consenting adults. The part that was so nerve-racking to me was that I just wasn’t sexually comfortable. I was shy about fitting into my own skin. Just like every other girl I knew. I mean, with Trager, I always kept my shirt on. Lights were off. It was always nighttime. He never complained. Not until he tasted something different, I guess.
I took a deep breath.
Jameson stood next to me, probably watching all my inner dialogue splash crazy expressions across my face.
I could do this.
How hard could it be?
I mean, come on, I’m a smart, beautiful woman. I’m sure I am mechanically inclined enough to figure out how to have good sex with my extremely attractive boss and enjoy it. Right?
The door and the sky started spinning around me and strange, penis-shaped black spots danced in front of my eyes.
It was stupid. I was working myself up for nothing. Of course, I could do this. It was sex! People had been having sex for quite a while, right? It’s natural. Right?
Jameson shifted closer to me. My eyes automatically closed as I felt one cool finger trail down the back of my neck and over my shoulder. The sensation touched every other nerve ending on my body like a chain reaction.
Yes. I could definitely do this.
And after everything I’d been through with Trager the Mailroom Guy, I deserved it.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this, Lex.” His words contradicted his finger, which was trailing heat across my body. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop now. But once we’re inside,” he said, moving his body behind mine and sliding his open palms over my hips. “Once we’re inside, you’re completely mine,” he murmured the words hotly into my ear, pressed his fingers into the fabric of my skirt, and clenched it in his fists.
I twisted around, breathing strangely, sliding my hands over the front of his shirt and feeling the hard muscles underneath. His hands reached up and fisted into my hair. It felt so good, so natural, so freaking erotic, that I leaned forward and kissed the bottom of his chin. “Yours. I’m yours,” I breathed against his skin.
Tugging back on my hair, he tilted my face up and his mouth crashed over mine. His tongue forced my mouth open demandingly and took complete control. I let out a small, achy moan and kissed him back hard. He tasted like mint and heat and I pressed myself against him for more, whimpering with need.
His body pressed hard against mine, shifting me back against the cool wood of the door. His skin was hot to the touch and his muscles were tight and coiled. When his hips pressed into my belly, the feel of his swollen, hard cock had me climbing up his chest, desperate to feel him between my thighs.
His hot hands slid down and cupped my ass, lifting me up, instantly allowing my legs to wrap low around his hips, and he rocked into me. Perfect fit. Once again, my skirt bunched up around my waist, giving him free reign. His hardness just beneath his pants pushed up against my panties, making me moan and grind back into him. Jeeze, we were dry humping on the front steps like teenagers.
His mouth dropped to my neck, his lips and tongue devouring every inch of it. Grasping fingers massaged my ass as his hips pumped into me. I felt him as if we were bare, his hard length rubbing over me while his hands pressed me desperately into him. Slow strokes rocking against me, not crazy Trager like trusts, but hard, long pumps.
“Need you so bad,” his voice was low and hoarse as his tongue slid over my collarbone, trying to get lower.
I reached down and turned the knob of the door until it slammed open with the weight of our bodies. We tumbled in, me still wrapped around his hips and his tongue deep in my mouth.
Jameson kicked the door closed behind us and slammed my back up against the nearest wall. “You’re still so wet, Lex. So wet, I can feel it through my pants.” His words spread fire through my chest and caused a blazing inferno to ignite between my legs.
I knotted my fingers in his hair as he spread his hands against the cheeks of my ass, slowly slipping the tips of his fingers under the wet elastic of my panties. His fingers were so close. So close to where I needed them—wanted them. An ache swelled inside me as I shifted to find a way to push his fingers closer, deeper, harder. I couldn’t get enough.
I groaned with frustration as he leaned his head back and unwrapped my legs from his waist. He raked a hand through his hair and backed away, chest panting. “Clothes off, now.”
His hands were already on the button of his pants, yanking them down then kicking them off. Then they were lifting the hem of his shirt over his head, and there he stood, in all his glory, naked in front of me.
Did I hear drums crashing? Symbols? An entire symphony of some angelic choir singing his praise?
I burst out laughing. “Sophia is a complete moron,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it on the floor. Next came the skirt, which I dropped at the tips of his naked feet.
“Everything off,” he growled low. His eyes were locked on mine, lips parted, and he looked like he was having trouble breathing. Slowly, I slipped my bra straps over my shoulders and reached behind me to unhook it, letting the lace material fall limply to my feet.
“Every. Thing,” he whispered, swallowing hard.
I watched his eyes move over my breasts, following my movements. I hooked my fingers around the waist of my panties and slowly pushed them down my hips and thighs until they pooled at my feet.
His hands closed into fists and his cock visibly twitched and throbbed between us.
The way he looked at me. The way he stared at every inch of my naked body. The way his chest moved at a frantic pace and his tongue wet his lips. How his eyes lit like fire. I’d never felt so wanted, so beautiful, so sexy in all my life.
“Turn around. Bend over,” he said, darkly.
“Not too comfortable with people looking at my ass,” I whispered in a shaky voice.
“Look at it? Baby, I’m going to look at it. I’m going to kiss it, lick it, bite it, smack it—Lex, I’m going to own that ass.”
Must stay conscious…breathe Lex…breathe.
My head thudded back against the wall. “Jameson…”
“Turn around and bend over,” he whispered, reaching for my hand and spinning me around. When I faced the wall, his hands slid across my lower back and up slowly along my spine, pressing me down and bending me forward. My palms reached up and leaned against the wall as he pulled my bottom out closer to him.
Kneeling down slowly, he kneaded my ass and hips with his hands until he was eye level with the most private parts of me. Then he tightened his palms into my flesh and spread me wide open. I dragged in a low gasp. My heart hammered wildly in my chest.
“Fuck, Lexi. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He gripped even harder and pressed his lips against my opening, slid his tongue out and dragged it hotly up and over all my sensitive parts.
“I’m not…I’m not good at this…” I whispered in a small voice.
He bit my inner thigh and dragged his tongue and lips across my bottom to my hips and down again. “You’re perfect at this, Lex. Let go for me. I swear to God I won't stop until you come on my mouth.”
I closed my eyes and let out a shaky whimper.
No one had ever…
I reached up to better balance myself and his tongue swiped slow and wet over me again. “Oh, my God,” I breathed.
His mouth pressed into me further and then he was kissing and licking, biting and nipping. The heat from his mouth trailed over every inch of my flesh, his lips drew on every ridge and fold of my skin, and his tongue sank deeply into everywhere. His tongue moved in and out of me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Pumping and plunging, dipping and thrusting—over and over again. Tension began to build, spreading out like a warm, coiling ache through my body.
The pressure made my knees weak. But before they buckled, James pinned me harder against the wall with his mouth and his words, “You taste so good. I can’t get enough.” He slid his tongue low, closed his lips over my clit, and sucked hard. Hot, wet, spiraling pressure throbbed through me. Shifting his grip on me, he dipped his head through my legs and latched his mouth onto my clit from the front. Then he gently slipped his thumb through my wet flesh and another finger into my bottom. “Ride me. Come in my mouth, baby,” he murmured against me, then sucked my clit between his lips so hard my body bucked and rocked against his mouth. His fingers pushed in deeper, harder. Low moans rumbled deep in his chest and I came apart against his lips, over his fingers, and in his mouth.
I slid down the wall, muscles giving out, his fingers still deep inside of me. His breathing was heavy…ragged. His chest heaved—rising, falling—his eyes desperate. “Never tasted anyone so sweet.”
I watched his lips as he spoke the words. The lips that just made me come. And I wanted more. I never wanted anything more in my life.
“This. This is what I’ve been missing?” I whispered, leaning forward, locking my lips on his and covering his cock with my hands. He was so thick and heavy. Warm and silky. My touch made him shiver and moan into my mouth. He was just as crazed as I was. Wanted this just as much. He moved back and leaned against the wall as I straddled him and slowly pumped my hands up and down his length.
He trailed his fingers down my shoulders and arms, down my back and over my hips. Shifting on his knees again, he lifted me straight up until he was standing, holding me with my legs wrapped around his waist. The thick, strong length of him pressed up against my opening and throbbed. “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing,” he growled, carrying me through the villa.
I arched my back as he moved, shifting his weight as he walked one foot in front of the other. He opened doors, frantically searching for the bedroom. “Where the fuck is the bedroom,” he growled into my ear as we opened up the second closet. His hard cock slid against me as he walked. At one point, he leaned against the wall, ran the head of it over my clit, up and down along the whole thing.
“Oh, fuuuck,” I said, taking his bottom lip between mine and sucking.
Pushing off the wall, he walked us further down the hallway and kicked open the next door.
A bed.
My back was instantly against the mattress, his fingers gripping hard against my hips and his cock sliding up against my wetness. I’d never been so wet in my life. “Ah, Lex…this feels…”
I squeezed my eyes shut. The way his feverish whispers fell against my ears and the way his hands gripped my hips desperately, was too intense. Too beautiful to even watch. The way he slid his heaviness over me, it was too beautiful to feel. The sensation curled and spiraled in my core and a strange heat bloomed out heavy in my chest. Over and over, he rocked his hips slowly against me, brushing his erection over me, teasingly.
“Open those gorgeous eyes, Lex,” he said, sliding his fingers under my chin and angling my face up toward him until I opened my eyes. His jaw tightened as he paused his movements then slowly sank the head of his cock between my thighs. “So goddamn wet,” he whispered as he raised himself up on one arm and tilted his gaze down between us to watch. I arched up and cried out into his chest as he pushed himself deeper inside me. His low gasp in my ear as he thrust into me made the edges of my vision blur. I couldn’t remember a time when the feel of a man filled me so much and so deeply. He leaned his head down into the crook of my neck and bit down softly with a slow ragged breath, then buried himself into me over and over again.
Words and grunts tumbled through our lips—the room filled with soft breaths, wet sounds, gasps, and delicious moans. He kissed me as deep as he fucked me and with the same brutal intensity. I couldn’t get enough of him, I needed him deeper and harder and faster and he gave it all to me.
A tight, uncontrollable ache began building inside me. It burned through my veins and spread across the skin of my thighs, tightening and tensing every muscle until it bit into every last nerve ending I had. Thick hands threaded through my hair and fisted it tightly, pulling my head back, his mouth devouring mine. Heat surged up through my lower belly and an intense wave of pleasure started building deep inside me. “James,” I whispered frantically into his mouth. I was so close. So close to exploding around him. I pressed my fingertips deeper into his back and locked my ankles tightly around him.
“I feel you, Lex,” he said, slowing down his body into long, languid thrusts. That made it worse, the sensation of pleasure and hot-coiled need. It made me desperate to come, yet I lingered on the edge of it, feeling the spiraling ache get slowly bigger and bigger. “Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock,” he said in a hoarse voice. His words tore at my flesh, knocked the wind out of me, making me utterly breathless. The sensation pulsed and throbbed and ached so intensely, tears welled at my eyes. It was never like this. Never like this.
