Chapter Twenty-Six
James
Cuddling after sex isn’t something I do. Hasn’t been for a long time. But the idea of leaving Sadie right now makes my skin crawl. Besides, I wasn’t lying when I said we’d be doing that again. Soon.
“We should probably let Soot in,” Sadie says.
“Just to kick him out in ten minutes when I’m inside you again? That seems rude.”
“Ten minutes? Think you’re giving yourself more credit than you deserve?” She squeals when I pinch her side in admonishment.
“With you pressed against me naked and ready to go? I think ten is being conservative.”
“Who would’ve thought James Hartley is such a smooth talker?”
“Contrary to your best friend’s belief, I do well with women.”
She rolls over, tits pressing against my abs. “Please, do tell.” The teasing look she gives me is sexy as hell, and I swear I’m about to have a refractory period that could rival my teen years.
“You want to talk about past hookups?”
She shrugs. “Why not? It’s good to know who my competition is.”
Reaching up, I tuck a strand of black hair behind her ear. “Baby, there is no competition.” A gorgeous blush spreads across her cheeks. If I could bottle that color, I’d use it to paint every wall in our house.
“Even though I’m a spider?”
God, I’m never going to live that stupid speech down.
“I prefer Venus.” Before she can respond with some stupid joke or reference, I twist us so she’s on her back with my weight bearing down on top of her.
Our legs slot together, and her hips instantly rut up, seeking friction against my thigh.
Smirking, I bend forward and kiss the swell of her breasts, then lick a line up her sternum and neck, landing on her lips.
“The strong, sexy goddess of beauty, love, sex…” I rest my lips against hers, then slip my tongue inside to lick the roof of her mouth.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this before.
The desire to taste literally every inch of someone else.
“Fertility, too,” she moans between kisses.
“Hmm?”
“Venus is the goddess of fertility.”
The way she says it makes my spent cock show signs of life. “Is this your way of telling me you have a breeding kink?”
The gorgeous blush spreads to her chest, which I take as a yes. Pressing my thigh against her cunt, I groan at how wet she feels and drag my lips across her cheeks until they skim the edge of her ear. “Are you on the pill?” I ask in a whisper.
She shakes her head, causing disappointment to filter through me, before she adds, “IUD.”
“Thank fuck.”
“Still not conducive to pregnancy.”
“Breeding kink doesn’t need actual pregnancy. Are you clean?”
She nods. “Got tested two weeks ago. Haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Good.” Our lips find each other again, like sailors compulsively chasing a siren’s song.
Since my mouth is busy, I don’t say that I got tested last week.
I hadn't slept with anyone in nearly seven months, and I couldn’t explain why I was compelled to get tested.
Now, though, I know it was for this moment.
She should be asking me, not trusting that I’m safe and clean, but Sadie makes no attempt to speak. Later, I’ll make sure she knows not to trust men at their word. She should demand to see test results. Even then, she shouldn’t ever let someone fuck her without a condom.
The idea of some loser hurting her, leaving her with a disease or, God forbid, his baby, makes my blood burn with anger. Then I feel nauseous thinking about some other chump touching her.
But a lecture on not letting men fuck her bare will have to come later. Right now, I have to fuck her bare.
While our lips listen to their siren song, I push my hand between her thighs.
Dipping two fingers into her wet cunt, I gather her natural arousal and use it to easily swirl my fingers around her clit.
A moan grows in her throat, then fills my mouth as I work the swollen bud under my fingertips.
Her kisses break apart as she struggles to get in a full breath, becoming lost in the sensations, and she tips her head back, our chins brushing together.
She grips my shoulders and lets out another moan, the sound, accompanied with feeling her thrust up against me, muddles any coherent thoughts I had.
Then I shove two fingers inside her tight cunt and have to close my eyes to keep from losing myself to the primal urge of taking her as ruthlessly as possible.
I quickly bring her to the edge, then shove her over it with a bite on her bottom lip.
“Holy fuck!” she shouts, pussy squeezing my fingers.
By the time she’s finished, my cock is rock hard again.
Since there’s no need for a condom this time, I remove my fingers and wrap them around the base of my cock to guide it inside her.
Her eyes spring open and land on me. The blown pupils and shine of obvious pleasure is my undoing. “James!”
And that does it. I’m doomed. Lost to this girl. To her trap. Fuck being a fly. I’ll happily be her prey as long as she’s the predator whose mercy I’m at. If I had to, I’d fall to my knees and beg her to consume me whole.
I set a harsh rhythm, slamming into her repeatedly, and she works her hips in perfect time to match it.
Dropping my head to the side of hers, I kiss her neck, then release a guttural moan against the pocket of her shoulder.
Her nails scrape my skin and coast down my back.
She spreads her legs wider, giving me as much room as possible to destroy her cunt.
Having just blown a load, this time lasts even longer.
We’re both coated in sweat and breathing hard by the time she comes again.
Her body goes limp, but she never stops strangling my aching cock.
My hands find their way to her chest so I can grope her tits and roll her nipples between my fingers.
I don’t know how I didn’t realize before yesterday how big they are. They practically overflow in my hands.
“Fuck, Sadie. What are you doing to me?” I groan.
She gives me a lazy smirk, and I drop my lips to hers, dragging her into another siren song kiss.
The feeling is the last straw and soon I’m orgasming for the second time in less than an hour, this one lasting what feels like twice as long.
It’s so much more intense and addictive, and I’m already dreaming of when I can feel it again as I drop to my elbows, relaxing just enough that I’m laying on top of her without forcing her to bear all my weight.
Several long minutes pass with neither of us moving.
I’m still inside her, soaking in the mixture of both of our releases.
When I finally decide to move, I look down between us to watch as I pull out.
Cum follows, dripping out of her spent cunt.
Almost in a daze, I crawl down her body and swipe the cum up with my fingers, shoving it back inside her.
She shivers under my touch. Satisfaction has me pressing a kiss to her hip bone.
“New kink unlocked,” she whispers, causing me to chuckle.
Then I move back to lay next to her, skimming my cum-covered fingers over her skin.
I grip her curved waist and tug, pulling her over me until her head is resting on my chest. I’m about to drift off to sleep, when Soot lets out a low woof outside her bedroom door.
Sadie groans, climbs off me, and heads to the bathroom, calling back, “Let him in will you?”
Frowning, I look down at my sticky, naked body.
That dog is so fucking tall that he reaches my midsection, and I don’t particularly enjoy the idea of being on display in front of him.
I especially don’t want my dick to be within biting distance of his giant mouth.
I could pull on my pants, but I really need to shower.
As if reading my mind, Sadie switches on the shower. All images of Soot vanish, replaced with pictures of his mother’s perfect body as she steps under a spray of hot water.
Surrendering to the intrinsic desire for more of her, I follow her path and push open the bathroom door. She’s already in the shower, steam billowing over the top, so I climb in and crowd her against the wall. Water pelts my back and the sweet sound of Sadie’s gasp meets my ears.
“James—”
“Shh.” I cover her mouth with my palm. “I just need one more taste.” Then I lower to my knees in front of her.