Sophia
I’ve never been the biggest fan of blowjobs until James. There’s something about having the source of all his passion between my lips that makes me shaky.
It helps that his cock is beautiful. And fitting. It looks like James Callaway would have a long, girthy cock roped with the lightning of blue veins.
When I see his naked abs narrowing to the bottom of a V, that’s what I envision. And he doesn’t disappoint. It’s not just its size and appearance, but how hard he gets. There’s no limpness to his cock. It sticks out. Pulsing. Diamond hard.
I could keep my lips on his cock until my jaw goes sore and numb. Until I can’t suck anymore and he fucks my mouth.
I’d let him if he wanted to.
That’s another thing I have with James—no inhibition. I want to be completely his. I wish I could turn myself inside out. I wish he could take more of me than was humanly possible.
I circle my tongue around the firm ridge of his tip and cup his heavy balls in my palm, pulling ever so gently, listening to his moans and learning to play him like an instrument. But I don’t want to play him too well. Not yet.
He seems to have similar thoughts, because he backs up and puts his hands in my armpits. He tosses me farther up on the bed like I’m weightless, and then he positions himself missionary between my legs.
The electricity in my guts is blinding. I want to take a mental picture. To freeze this frame. A slight sheen of sweat makes his abs and muscles glisten. His skin is bronze. I look higher.
His eyes are fiercely, dangerously green.
He rubs his cock up and down my entrance, lubing himself even more with my own wetness. We lock eyes as he guides himself in.
One inch. Two.
“Oh God,” I pant.
At first it feels like he’s splitting me open. The pressure is immense. Blinding as it builds. When he’s all the way in, he stays there and doesn’t thrust. He flexes his cock, and I can feel it press in every direction.
It’s like a key has been inserted into me, and all the electricity in my stomach has been released. It tingles in my fingers and toes. Goes shuttling down my spine. He pulls back and thrusts. Again. Then again.
He starts to build speed.
He fucks me senseless for a minute, and then he brings my legs down and folds them like a pretzel, crisscross against my body. Then he puts one hand on the back of my head, fisting my hair, and places his other on my neck.
His face is inches away from mine as he starts to fuck me like this. The sound of sex builds until it’s sloppy and wet.
He pauses, his tip barely inside of me. “This little pussy… is mine.” He thrusts all the way in, and I see stars. They’re lavender and lemon yellow.
I let out a little laugh. It’s all I can do.
He pulls my head back so my neck is arched, and then he sets his lips on mine. We’re fucking so hard again that we can hardly kiss, but it doesn’t stop our lips from chewing madly on each other’s.
“You have such a tight cunt, snowflake.”
Hearing my pet name in bed feels dirty. Wrong in the best way. I shudder.
“You like getting fucked like this?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Like an animal?”
“Oh… yes.”
He goes harder until the world begins to blur, but it’s not from the speed of the sex. As I start to shake before I orgasm again, I realize from the tickle on my cheeks that I’m crying.
I never thought such a thing was possible. A part of me is almost angry I haven’t been fucked like this before. That I had to live decades on this earth oblivious to a world-bending lay.
The sound of flesh slapping on flesh is replaced with the gentle suction of a kiss. He kisses my tears and then returns with his salty lips to tenderly part mine.
“Make me come again,” I say and rub my hands through his hair. “Please, James.”
He laughs and flips me onto my stomach like a doll. Then he fits one strong arm between my thighs and the bed and yanks me up so my ass is in the air. “Your pussy’s going to hurt tomorrow.”
I look at him over my shoulder. “I fucking want it to,” I say challengingly.
I see a shift in his gaze. A shadow darkens his eyes at the sound of my challenge.
He wraps my hair around his fist several times so he has a firm grip and grunts as he pushes himself inside me.
There’s no pausing this time. He enters with emphasis and slams the full length of himself in.
I whimper, but James pays it no mind. He pulls out so just the tip is left in me and then slams inside again. Hard. The pressure is devastating. It sends shudders rocketing up my spine.
He does this faster and faster until his pace is vicious.
I’m extra sensitive after climaxing twice, and the third comes shockingly quick. I’m sure he can tell I’m coming from how I moan and shake, but he doesn’t slow.
He fucks me hard right through, and the orgasm doesn’t shuttle through me like a passing train.
It stays, blooming in my brain, spine, and pussy like an explosion of color. I keep shaking, and James’s grunts grow louder and closer together.
“I’m going to come.”
“Oh. Come in me.” I hope he knows this is code for I’m on the pill .
He pulls both my arms behind my back so my face is pressed helplessly into the mattress and keeps fucking me senseless. He pauses and groans, and I shiver as I feel his cock twitch hard inside me. It’s so big, I can feel it pulse as he empties himself. He falls on top of me, his cock still inside.
I start to giggle, but he’s too short of breath to join me. He exhales only a little laugh, and we lie like that, cuddling, as I feel his cock begin to grow soft in me.
Our breathing slowly becomes even and light.
“I can’t believe you didn’t let me brush my teeth first,” I finally say, jokingly. “Nasty.”
“I could find you lost in the Amazon after thirty days without a shower, and I’d still want to fuck you.”
“I may be pretty, but I get stinky.”
“Hmm. Good,” James says and sloppily kisses my neck.
I laugh and bat him away. He moves his hand up to my bruised shoulder, and I wince and gasp under his touch. “Shit,” I hiss.
The adrenaline and passion made my wounds forgettable in the moment, but now that I’m coming down, I can feel the pain coming back.
James is staring at my bruises. His mouth hangs open a little. Sorrow pinches his brow. It’s like he’s seeing them again for the first time. Suddenly, I watch as his fists clench and his green eyes flash with hate and a rage so visible that I stiffen.
I put a hand on his chest. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
My words do little to uncloud his eyes. He turns away and gets out of bed. I feel hurt now. More hurt from James becoming standoffish than I do from these stupid bruises.
“Hey,” I say, trying to get him back into bed.
“I have to go to the city.”
“What?”
“I can be back as soon as tomorrow. Don’t worry about safety. I hired extra security for this place. They’re staying in the guesthouse. They’re guys I trust with my life. You can give them a shopping list to take to town.”
“You’re just leaving?”
“I know it’s a bad look, but I will be back. If I stay here without doing something first…” He looks at my bruised shoulder. “I’m not going to be pleasant to be around.”
“You can’t put it off a day or two?”
“I’m already putting it off. A detective from the NYPD has offered to drive all the way out here to collect your statement. He’s in touch with Brock. He can fill you in on when he’ll drop by.”
I pull the fur blanket up around my nakedness. I feel exposed now. It feels too obvious that I like James more than he likes me. I know he’s tortured. I know he can’t stand the fact that I was hurt. But can’t he put that aside to understand that walking out on a woman a few minutes after fucking her is bad form?
“I’ll show you around the house some more, but then I’m catching a flight. I’ve had my jet brought to the local airport. You can fly back with me if you want, but you shouldn’t leave your apartment. My security has told me the press has posted up outside our building.”
I grimace. “Like paparazzi?”
“Yes, and they’ll follow you like flies wherever you go. Best to wait a few days. This heist will leave the news cycle soon, and they’ll get bored.”
“James, what about the robbers? Don’t you think they might want revenge?”
He scoffs as he pulls on his pants. “There’s truly no honor among thieves. They’re probably pissed at their dead buddy for becoming a corpse and being the detective’s number-one lead. Once they ID him, they’ll likely be able to pinpoint the associates. The only problem is that they and the artifacts are far out of the country by now. That’s a once-in-a-lifetime heist. One and done. They won’t be popping their heads out except at their local seaside wine shop.”
I want to believe him, but the idea of being in this big house all by myself is making me uneasy. I don’t care if there’s security stationed thirty feet out the back door.
I want James here. With me. I don’t know what kind of business he has, but I have an idea it has to do with the heist. I can’t ask him to hide out with me, not when his eyes burn whenever he catches sight of my bruises.
I have to assure myself that he doesn’t like me any less after sex. That he’s not one of those guys who disappears after he’s gotten what he wants. That’s not what this escape is. He can’t stand to see me hurt, and he plans to do something about it.
Right?
I gulp. I’m not totally convinced.
He’s going to the city, and I’m not sure I want to know his real reason for leaving. “Alright,” I say and hop off the bed with the big blanket over my shoulders. I’m trying not to make a scene. To suffocate my feelings. I walk over to him and stand on my tiptoes for a kiss.
It’s short, and my lips do all the work. I go back down to my flat feet and pat his chest again. “Just do me a favor and leave your toothbrush, okay?” I say, teasing.
I’m not able to get a smile out of him. “Of course,” he says seriously. His mind is obviously elsewhere, and I can’t hide my disappointment. “When I get back, we’ll spend some time together, I promise.”
I nod. The house suddenly feels so silent. The snow outside falls without a sound. The wind is strong enough to sway branches, but I can’t hear it. I’m cautious of asking a question that might scare him, but standing naked in his bedroom, I can’t help it.
“James… is this anything more than two adults having fun?”
“Does it feel like it to you?”
“Yeah,” I say quietly and nod.
“Then there’s your answer.” He kisses me, this time taking my top lip between his passionately. “I’ll be back in a day. Two tops, snowflake.”
“Is it crazy to say I’ll miss you?”
“No.” He smiles genuinely, and my worried heart starts to unfreeze a little. “I think I’ll miss you, too.”
I hook my fingers gently in the waistband of his pants. A part of me wants to tell him to stay. To get back into bed naked with me and leave only for food and water, but he has to fix whatever is eating at him.
Maybe he’s putting private investigators on the case. Maybe he has a mountain of paperwork to file for insurance after the robbery. Either way, I realize it’s childish to ask him to play hooky with me.
He’s the one with responsibilities. This heist is global news. Our picture is at the center of it.
“You should get dressed.” James trails a finger over my bare chest. “The last thing I want is for you to catch a cold. We’ve got a lot of bodily fluids to share when I get back, you know?”
I smile and feel ten pounds lighter hearing him joke. He’s got paperwork, I assure myself. That’s all. “Sounds like a deal,” I say.
“Alright, snowflake, let’s give you the grand tour.” He throws on a black T-shirt and offers me one of the same.
“Wow, an upgrade from the workout shirt, I see,” I say, taking it.
“You’re a good lay. I had to make sure you were deserving.”
“You’re a gentleman.” I put on the black T-shirt and then my panties. The sweatpants he gave me are torn at the waist and wouldn’t fit back on me with a rope belt.
I’m going to have to get new clothes sooner rather than later, or I’m going to be wandering around these halls in his oversized bathrobe.
But that wouldn’t be the worst thing.
James shows me the lounge, the study, the living room. It’s all chic. Mid-century modern furniture. Floors of blond maple. The white walls have darker contrasting paintings of winter landscapes. I wonder if he has the art swapped out depending on the season and figure he probably does.
“You can stay in the master,” says James after the tour. “I figure as long as we’re both staying here, we can share a bed.”
“Sounds good,” I say, keeping it cool. The idea of sleeping next to James makes my heart go galloping off again. “Why dirty two pairs of sheets?”
“Exactly,” he says quietly and without much enthusiasm. I can tell from his tone and his far-off gaze that in a way, he’s already gone. Plotting. Thinking. Getting a head start on whatever it is he must do in New York.
He doesn’t have a bag to pack. We go to the entrance hall, and he shrugs on his black wool coat.
He turns, and we stare at each other. I do my very best to let my pleading eyes say what I can’t bring myself to— stay . Stay, James.
I think he understands me, but he takes my head in both hands and plants a long kiss on my forehead.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” he says and opens the front door.
I just smile sadly and lean against the doorframe. I watch him walk off like a woman watching her husband going to war.
Worried she’s watching herself become a widow.
Because after what I saw him do last night, I’m no fool. I know deep down that paperwork is something he hires someone else to do.
If James isn’t leaving me for good, war is exactly where he’s going.