CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO #2
I didn’t breathe as he caught the hem of my shirt, peeling it up over my stomach, my ribs, my chest, exposing inch after inch of skin until it was gone, tossed to the floor.
My bra was next. He unclasped it in one smooth motion, letting it slide down my arms, and added it to the pile on the floor.
The air hit my bare skin, but it was his blue eyes that really set me on fire. His breath turned ragged, and his length throbbed against my thigh.
His fingers traced the curve of my breasts, sending goose bumps dancing across my skin. My nipples hardened under his touch, and when his thumb flicked one, pleasure pulsed straight to my core.
“I wonder…” he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my breast, “if I could make you come just from sucking these pretty nipples, over and over, until you’re begging me to let you come.”
Before I could reply, his mouth crashed onto my breast, sucking deep.
“James,” I moaned, my whole body arching into his mouth.
“What do you think, baby?” he murmured, squeezing my other breast. “Think I could make you come just like this?”
A gasp slipped from my lips as I shut my eyes, drowning in the sensation.
James groaned against my skin, one hand sliding down my back, fingers tracing my spine.
He gripped my waist and gently eased me onto my back, laying me down against his mattress. The blanket beneath me was warm, but his body was hotter, burning like I was touching a bonfire.
His bed smelled like him. Pine trees and something wild, as if he’d just walked in from the woods. It was ridiculously comforting. Like coming home.
James knelt between my legs, his hands tracing the curves of my breasts, my waist, my thighs. His lips followed, kissing a slow path along my neck, over my collarbones, and lower, down my stomach. By the time he reached my inner thighs, my legs were already trembling.
“You taste so fucking good, little danger. I’ll never take my hands off you again.”
I drew in a breath when his fingers slid to my waistband, toying with the fabric of my shorts, his knuckles brushing my bare stomach.
He popped open the button on my shorts, then dragged the zipper down, deliberately, savoring every second of undressing me.
He yanked them down my legs and tossed them behind him. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything but him. I didn’t even hear them hit the floor.
Then his fingers came back, and this time, they hooked around my panties before he ripped them.
The fabric tore in half like paper in his hands.
The sound made my whole body jolt, and heat flooded my nerves, just like it did on the roof when he tore my shirt off and my body lit up watching him do it.
It was rough, reckless, and I fucking loved it.
James smirked, seeing my reaction.
“You love it when I rip your clothes off, don’t you?”
I swallowed hard, my body burning. “Yes.”
“See? This is why I call you little danger.”
James’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips as his eyes raked down my body, stretched naked across his bed.
His palm pressed against my stomach, warm and firm, sending electricity zipping through me, sparking in my blood. His other hand started exploring, trailing over my thighs, my waist, grazing a nipple—touching every sensitive spot, driving me insane with the need for more.
“You’re so soft, Sarah,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over my soaked pussy, his lazy, teasing strokes dragging up and down.
I ran my hands over his chest, feeling hard muscle under my fingers. Every inch of him was solid, from his arms and shoulders to his abs, as if a zealous artist had carved his body from stone. My mouth watered, and I caught my bottom lip between my teeth.
My whole body twitched as his blue eyes darkened, still locked onto my naked body. And his fingers? They kept moving, pressing exactly where I needed him most.
Up and down.
Up.
Down.
My breath hitched as I pushed myself up on my elbows, my fingers sliding between us, reaching for the button on his jeans.
“Let me,” I whispered.
He knelt still, watching me as I fumbled with the button, my fingers grazing the firm muscles of his stomach.
I dragged his jeans down slowly, feeling the tension in his body as the heat between us thickened. Then I stripped off his boxers, and his breathing grew heavier. When I tossed them to the floor, there was nothing left between us. Just him, bare before me.
Thick.
Hard.
Huge.
Heat pooled low in my belly, an aching need twisting deep inside me. My thighs clenched with want and my cheeks warmed as I took in the sight of his cock, standing tall, like a fucking weapon built to fill me.
“Finally letting me see all the good stuff, huh?” I teased.
He winked, and that wink was just as delicious as the rest of him.
James leaned in, his lips brushing my mouth before he moved over me, pressing me into the mattress until I was caged beneath him. His body covered mine, strong and solid, his weight exactly where I wanted it.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling the thick weight of him, reminding me of that first time on the roof.
I was so nervous that night I let him take the lead completely.
And Jesus, the man was a god. The way his tongue worked my clit, how he rolled my nipple between his fingers…
not to mention his massive cock driving straight to that spot inside me that made me smile for hours.
A low groan rumbled in his throat, his hips flexing into my grip.
“You sure you’re okay now?” James asked, his palm gliding slowly between the curves of my breasts. “After the roof… you were sore.”
He didn’t have to say more. It had been a week. One long, awkward, celibate week. We hadn’t done anything since because, well… maybe we went a little overboard that first time. I told him I was fine by day two, but he said he’d rather wait than risk hurting me again.
“You mean when you tried to break me in half?” I snorted. “Yeah, I’m good now.”
“You said harder,” he shot back, deadpan.
“Not my fault you’re a giant and I’m fun-sized.”
James grinned. “Pretty sure you were screaming in a good way. And you didn’t seem to mind climbing me.”
“Yeah, and then I fell off the next morning.”
James leaned in, eyes dark. “I can go slower. Or rougher. It’s always your call.”
Oh yeah, that fucking sentence wrecked me.
I tracked his every move as he reached for the condom stashed by the mattress. He never looked away from me, not even when he rolled it on.
His hands slid down to my thighs, spreading them apart as he moved between them, filling the space between us.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His eyes burned hot as the thick head of his cock brushed my entrance. I inhaled sharply, lips parting as pleasure sparked up my spine. My hips lifted, chasing him.
And then he thrust.
I gasped, my back arching off the mattress as he filled me, stretching me wide. That first stretch was intense, but so damn good.
My head fell back, breath catching as the pressure built, my body molding around his, taking all of him. A perfect fit.
“God, you feel so good, Sarah,” he said, lips dragging along my collarbone. “Are you okay?”
I just nodded, because I couldn’t speak. My whole body buzzed, my nerves alive with the feeling of him inside me again.
My thighs wrapped tighter around his hips, opening for him, letting him sink all the way in. Then he moved, slow, deep.
I let my hands roam, running over his shoulders, down his back, across every scar and ridge of his skin as my hips rocked against him.
James lifted his head, pressing kisses along my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.
“You’re perfect,” he said.
“You too.”
I smiled, panting, and he grinned back at me.
Every thrust drove me deeper into the mattress, pushing my body higher, higher. His big hand slid down, fingers circling my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. At the same time, he lowered his head, dragging his tongue across my nipple.
His breath ghosted over it, making it pebble even harder. I gasped as another wave of bliss rolled through me.
Then he sucked it into his mouth.
“Outsider!”
My back arched, pressing my tits into his mouth, my fingers clutching his back, nails digging into his skin.
James grabbed my wrists, lifting them above my head, pinning them there.
“Mine.”
My whole body reacted to that word.
“Yours.”
His eyes flared. His fingers laced with mine, holding me there, making me take everything he was giving.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to it.
To him.
The world outside? Gone. As if it had never existed.
Right then, he was my world.
And I was his.
“Beautiful,” James murmured, watching me. One of his hands slipped free, his thumb dragging over my lips.
It felt just like that first time on the roof. The heat. The goose bumps. The way his hands slid over my body, gripping my ass, pulling me against him, making sure I felt everything.
Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, him hitting that perfect spot, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
The pressure built fast, coiling tight in my core. It was wild. Like running through the woods. Like surviving.
“God… James… yes,” I cried out.
“You’re so hot when you scream like that, little danger.”
James kissed me, swallowing every sound as he thrust faster. I held on to him, both of us slick with sweat.
With each stroke, I moaned into his mouth, arching beneath him, euphoria flooding me. Then my body jerked, my pussy clenched around him, and my vision went fucking white.
James didn’t stop, though. He kept moving inside me with long, powerful strokes that left me trembling all over again.
A few thrusts later, James’s breath stuttered, and a groan ripped from his throat as he found his release.