Her Silver Fox Mountain Men (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems)

Chapter 9

9

Elise

A fter dinner, I settle in my room with a good book.

The guys have quite the collection downstairs in the library. Tonight, I want something classically romantic, so Jane Austen felt like the right choice. I’m halfway through the first chapter, snuggled in grey velvety jammies, when I hear a knock on my door.

It’s subtle at first. Barely audible. I wait a few moments. Maybe I imagined it.

The second one sounds a bit more determined.

I set the book aside and pad across the room. As soon as I open the door, my heart stops beating briefly before going into a furious gallop.

“James? Is everything okay?” The look on his face makes my skin tingle all over.

It’s quiet around the house. I know the girls are tucked in and fast asleep at this late hour. I heard Oliver and Roman retreating to their rooms about thirty minutes ago.

“Everything is fine, I just wanted to talk,” he says. His voice is low, and he keeps glancing back to the hallway. He doesn’t want anyone to see him.

I step aside and gesture for him come in. “Okay.”

“Thank you.”

I lose my breath once I close the door and turn around. He’s close, too close. He smells like sea salt and leather, with a musky finish that sends shivering tendrils down my spine. He looks ridiculously good in faded jeans and a green plaid shirt.

“I didn’t imagine the other day, did I?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

I know what he means but I need to hear him say it. Maybe I’m worried I imagined it, too.

“The kiss,” he says. “It happened, right?”

“Yes, it happened,” I whisper, lowering my gaze.

He brings a hand up, gently clasping my chin between his thumb and index finger. His touch alone is electrifying and it’s making my pulse quicken. “Is that all you wanted to happen?”

“No.” My answer comes a little too fast.

“You want more.”

“Yes.”

“Good. We’re on the same page then,” James replies and kisses me again.

It’s different, this time. This kiss holds power. The kind of power that throws me for a loop and sends me overboard. My brain immediately short-circuits, letting my body take over. I respond, letting my lips do the talking for me. His tongue slips past, wrestling with mine in playful, delicious swirls.

“God, you taste like heaven,” he whispers in between ragged breaths.

All I can do is moan and deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms around his strong neck as I breathe him in. His frame overpowers me, making me feel small but safe in his embrace. His hands work their way down, exploring every curve along the way.

“I don’t know where we’re going with this,” James says, stopping for a moment so he can look into my eyes.

“I don’t know, either. Maybe we don’t put a label on it? Not yet anyway.”

“Sounds like a reasonable plan.” He’s trying too hard to keep his wits about him while his throbbing erection presses against my stomach. Liquid heat gathers between my legs. I’m wet and hot and pining for so much more. It’s insane how little resistance I have when I’m around him.

“Reasonable and sensible,” I mumble as the kisses get out of control.

We make out like needy teenagers, tongues and lips everywhere, desperate to taste and register every inch of skin that we can reach. His fingers dig into my hips, not caring much for the fabric that keeps getting in the way.

I throw my head back as his tongue trails invisible lines down my neck.

My fingers go on explorations of their own, feeling the hard muscles underneath the plaid shirt. His breath quickens as I slowly begin to unbutton it. I raise my arms so he can pull my pajama top off. His bare chest beckons my lips to take action.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” James groans as I close my lips around one nipple while I peel the shirt off his toned shoulders. “Fuck.”

“And you’re making me crazy,” I whisper.

He smiles like the devil as he gets me out of my pants, slipping out of his jeans in the blink of an eye. Naked and burning for each other, we take a long minute to admire, to observe, to wonder.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he says.

“That makes two of us,” I reply, unable to look away from his massive erection.

Our eyes finally meet, and I lick my lips, starting an avalanche of fiery reactions as James growls and takes me in his arms again. We’re skin on hot skin, aching for one another. He takes me over to the bed and gently guides me onto my back before climbing over me.

James stares at me for the longest second. Embers burn in those deep emerald eyes, his lips parting slowly as he moves down and plants wet kisses on my breasts, finishing with a gentle suckle of my nipples.

My moans intensify with every stroke of his tongue, his teeth nibbling on my tender flesh. My hands roam over his shoulders and arms, the tension gathering deep within my core, signaling a much-needed release.

“Tell me what you want,” James whispers, lips brushing over my nipple.

I glance down, and he looks up at me in a way that makes my pussy ache and beg for him. “Make me come,” I shamelessly reply. All bets are off tonight. “Make me come, James, until there’s nothing left of me.”

“How can I say no to that?”

A most delighted grin slits across his face as he drops kisses down my stomach, slowly lowering himself until he dips between my legs. We never break eye contact, not until I feel his tongue sliding between my slick folds.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp sucking in a deep breath as James devours my pussy.

His fingers tease my entrance, glazed in my arousal, while his lips and tongue tease my clit until it swells with desperation. I cry out as his fingers slide in, probing and stretching me. I imagine that giant cock of his spearing me, but the way his mouth makes love to my pussy has fireworks exploding before my eyes.

The pressure becomes too much to bear. I clench around his fingers, and he curls them with every retreat.

In and out, faster and harder, while he suckles on my clit, pressing his tongue against it while he finger-fucks me into a mind-blowing orgasm. I come hard, and after I stop trembling, he crawls back up by body, still grinning like the devil as he splits me in half in the best way possible. His cock fills me to the brim, and I hold my breath.

We look into each other’s eyes as time seems to stand still for what feels like forever. I need a moment to adjust.

“Fuck, you’re big,” I mumble.

“And you’re so goddamn tight and hot, Elise. You’re addicting. It’s gonna be a problem.”

“A problem?”

He moves, ever so slightly, for a tentative thrust. I gasp, welcoming him deep inside of me while I let my hands wander over his rippling pecs, then up to his neck, eventually framing his handsome face in my palms.

“Yes, a problem because once with you isn’t going to be enough,” he explains.

“I see. Well, I guess we’ll need to do this more often then.”

“A lot more.”

“Take me, James.” I surrender to him completely.

He kisses me and does precisely that. He fucks me out of this world and deep into the next, my pussy clenching with every thrust. I can feel him throbbing inside of me, my hot walls tightening around him as the rhythm intensifies.

“Come for me again, baby,” he whispers, his bodyweight pinning me down making me even more turned on.

I bring my knees up so he can go deeper, crying out with each thrust and reveling in the sound of skin slapping skin. My hand slips between us, as I’m eager to oblige.

“Yeah, like that,” he growls, going harder. Deeper. Faster.

My clit is still tender and in desperate need of attention. Every flick brings me closer to the edge, my gaze remaining locked on his face. I lose myself in the dark forests of his eyes, I lose myself in him —completely and without a shred of remorse—as he fucks me hard and deep.

“Don’t stop,” I cry out, clenching tighter and tighter.

“Come all over my cock, Elise.”

“I’m almost… oh, God, almost there…”

The more I say, the harder he goes. My breasts bounce as a layer of salty sweat trickles between us. My eyes roll back as he kisses me mercilessly, and I shudder, falling apart and coming all over him. I feel my juices bursting as he hammers into me with an animalistic force.

“Yes!” I moan, my body trembling and quaking beneath him.

“Fuck,” he manages as he explodes deep inside of me. I feel his cock pulsating, his hot seed spurting into me.

Sheer bliss.

Complete abandonment.

And probably a big mistake.

I’ll worry about it tomorrow. There’s no wavelength left to consider the consequences now.

He collapses on top of me, lazily kissing my cheek. He doesn’t pull out, though. I don’t mind; I like feeling him inside of me.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers in my ear, then nibbles on the lobe.

I run my fingers down his chiseled back, letting my nails playfully scratch him. It’s enough to get his engine rumbling again.

“Good, ’cause I want more,” I reply.