15. Natalie
15
NATALIE
H is hands were magic .
The moment his apartment door shut behind us, his hands were everywhere on my body, caressing, exploring, and teasing. And James never stopped kissing me. I couldn’t even see straight as we tripped through his apartment. Everything passed in a blur, from the soaring ceiling in his front hall to the incredible skyline out the floor-to-ceiling windows. The only thing that mattered to me was the way he was making me feel.
Absolutely ravenous.
I felt like I didn’t even know my own body. After wanting him for so long I was wild with passion. I just wanted him , every damn inch of him. I massaged his dick through his pants as we made our way to his bedroom, getting groans out of him.
“I can’t control myself around you,” he whispered in my ear as he cupped my ass.
“Then don’t.”
He stripped my clothing off so quickly that I heard my thin black skirt rip as he pulled it down. James took a step backwards and gave himself a few seconds to admire me as I stood in front of him in just my panties and bra. He let out a jagged sigh of appreciation.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Natalie.”
I answered him by reaching up to unsnap my bra and then slid off my underwear, so I was naked. He closed his eyes for a second, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
James moved towards me, but I put my hand on his solid chest to stop him.
“Wait.”
He scowled at me, probably because he didn’t like taking orders from anyone, particularly during moments like this. But he was still fully clothed, and that wouldn’t do at all. I’d waited too long to see exactly what was going on beneath all of his fitted shirts. I slipped the blazer off of his shoulders and started unbuttoning the tight buttons on his shirt.
“Allow me,” he said, gently moving my hands aside. He grasped both sides of the things, then wrenched it open, sending the buttons scattering across the floor. “You were taking too long.”
He pulled his shirt off and I let out my own sigh of appreciation when I saw his naked torso. The shoulders that strained the seams were even more impressive now that I could fully appreciate them. And his chest? All I wanted to do was run my hands down it, to where two hard lines formed near his hips and disappeared into his pants. I held back and unbuttoned his jeans instead, excited to finally see what I’d spent far too much time imagining.
I sighed as I freed him from his boxer briefs. His cock was perfect, so much so that I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth as James struggled to step out of his jeans.
“Natalie, I…” he managed as I worked him, taking as much of his dick into my mouth as I could.
His breath turned strained as I caressed him with my tongue. I could tell James was holding back, trying not to push too deep into my mouth. The man clearly knew that he had a monster cock. He pulled my hair tie free and wound his hand in my hair, every so often using it to pull me back so we could both catch our breath.
“I don’t want to…” he panted.
I didn’t listen, and took him into my mouth again, but James reached down and picked me up so that I was facing him. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me to his bed, kissing me the entire time.
I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted James.
He placed me on the end of the bed so that my legs were hanging off the edge of it, then dropped to his knees between them.
“ There she is,” he murmured appreciatively. He leaned closer to me, and I shivered in anticipation. He ran his thumb along my warm, wet heat, sending a shock wave through my body.
I started to sit up. “But I want you?—”
“Shhh,” he commanded, placing his hand against my chest and gently pushing me back onto the bed. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue at least once before I fuck you. Got it?”
He didn’t wait for my answer, instead leaning closer to press his mouth against me. I let out a shocked cry as he slid his tongue inside me and then started working me with his fingertips at the same time. The combination of sensations nearly made me come immediately, but I pushed back the rolling waves of pleasure so I could experience the absolute sweetness of what his mouth was doing to me.
“I should warn you…” I panted as he licked and teased me. “It doesn’t take much for me to?—”
I couldn’t form the words as he flattened his tongue against me. I swear I saw stars as he caressed my clit with his tongue, over and over again. The orgasm ripped through me, enveloping every part of my body in an explosion of pleasure. I’d barely finished when I realized that James was standing over me, looking down at me with a wicked grin.
“Ready for more?”
I could only manage a weak nod, watching him as he rolled the condom down his cock. He kneeled on the edge of the bed, put his hands on my waist, and guided me to turn over in one smooth motion.
“Stand up,” he said, his voice somewhere between a command and a plea.
I wordlessly did as he said and he wrapped his arms around me, pressing my back against his chest. He traced kisses up the base of my neck, and it was enough to make my knees turn to jelly. I brought his hand up and drew his finger into my mouth, sucking slowly.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
With that, he put his hands on my shoulders and bent me over. He teased me with the tip of his cock until I was ready to beg him to put me out of my misery. James positioned himself against me.
“Ready?”
I nodded, because I didn’t trust my voice.
With that, he pushed inside of me, and I couldn’t help but cry out. He filled me completely.
James started a gentle rolling movement, pushing in and out of me but pausing each time he pulled away. It was the sweetest torture, but I wanted more.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Hard. Please.”
This got a grunt out of him, and he picked up his rhythm. James reached down to caress me, and I wanted to scream, because I was close to coming again. But I didn’t want to yet—I needed to keep feeling every inch of him.
But it was too late. The haze closed in around me as my body gave into the pleasure he was giving me. I let out an animalistic moan.
The sounds of my pleasure seemed to push James closer to the edge, and he let go with a roar that echoed around the room.
We both collapsed onto the bed, spent and happy. James took care of the condom, then pulled me closer to him, cradling my head against his chest.
“I’ve been waiting so long for you, Natalie. But it was worth it.”
I pulled his face closer to mine and answered him with a kiss. We clung to each other as our breathing evened out.
“I can’t fall asleep yet,” I murmured against his chest. “I’ll be right back.” I got out of bed and pulled on a discarded sweater since the giant room was freezing. “Then…round two!”
James laughed and leaned over to give my ass a smack. “I need a few minutes to recover, woman!”
“Maybe.” I stuck my tongue out at him and ran to the bathroom to clean up.
Before I left I turned to look at my smarting butt in the mirror and spotted a massive pink handprint on it. I stormed out.
“James! You left a handprint on me when you smacked my ass! Look,” I shouted, then immediately froze when I saw that he was on the phone.
His eyes went wide and he grimaced. “Yeah, Bernie, that’s Natalie,” he said sheepishly. “Oh, uh…we’re just hanging out.”
My face burned as I realized what was going on. His grandmother just discovered that we were fucking!
James listened for a few seconds, his eyes cutting to me. “I’m not sure what she’s up to this weekend.” A pause. “You think? Okay, I’ll ask her.” He listened again. “I mean, I’ll tell her. You’re right, no one can say no to you, Bern. You got it. Love you, bye.”
He tossed the phone on the bed with a sigh.
“I hope you don’t have plans for this weekend, because Bernie has just laid claim to it.”
My heartbeat sped up. What in the world was happening?
“I just have the usual boring stuff planned—laundry, grocery shopping, stuff like that. Why?”
“It’s her eightieth birthday, and she’s having a huge blowout in the Hamptons. She said, and I quote, ‘now that you and Natalie are a couple, she must come.’ What could I say to her? That we’re just fucking for fun?” He chuckled. “If you really don’t want to come and pretend to be a couple in front of my family, then I’ll find a way to get you out of it.”
I felt a splinter pierce the joy I’d been experiencing. Fucking for fun? Pretend couple? Yeah, what we had was still brand new, but it meant something to me. What did it mean to him? Was he really as casual about it as he sounded?
I took a deep breath and reminded myself that we hadn’t made any promises to one another. Besides, Christopher had told me during one of our planning meetings that his brother had experienced his own share of relationship challenges. Maybe James wasn’t ready to put a label on whatever it was that we were doing now. It wasn’t like we really needed to have the whole commitment talk twenty minutes after our first fuck.
“Knowing Bernie, she’s probably already sent a group text to the rest of the family saying we’re engaged,” James continued.
I shook off my concerns and plopped down on the edge of the bed. “Well, if that’s the case, you better get the ring right.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Is that a fact?”
“Yup.” I nodded. “Emerald-cut diamond with a diamond-encrusted platinum band, or I walk. I saw it in the window at Tiffany’s.”
“Tiffany’s is for tourists,” he answered, eyeing me critically. “Do you have a carat requirement, or is that up to me?”
“I’ll let you make that decision. Doesn’t have to be huge or anything.” I fiddled with the bedsheet.
“Well, you should know by now I’m a ‘go big or go home’ kind of guy.”
I lifted the sheet and peeked underneath. “That’s very true.”
He laughed and dragged me closer to him, circling his arms around me. “You’re ridiculous.”
We snuggled together for a few seconds until I sat up with a start. “I don’t have anything to wear. Like, not a stitch of clothing that could be considered Hamptons-appropriate. I don’t even know what people wear in the Hamptons. Blazers with ascots? Riding pants? Gowns?”
“I can take care of that,” he said gently. “Leave it to me.”
“No, I’m seriously stressing out. What will we do all weekend? Play croquet?”
He laughed at me. “Not quite, but honestly, you’re close. Bernie likes to celebrate, and we want to make sure that this event is a big one. It starts Friday night with a welcome cocktail party for just the family. Then we have brunch on Saturday morning, followed by a day on the beach. Big volleyball game, if you’re up for it. Then we have time to relax in the afternoon and get ready for the main event Saturday night. It’ll be a gigantic outdoor party on the grounds, and everybody who’s anybody will be there. Prepare to be impressed when you hear the guest list. Oh, and there’s one more VIP you’ll have to meet.”
My nerves kicked into overdrive. “Who?”
“My mother and her boytoy. I mean, her boyfriend.”
I felt my mouth drop open. James had never even mentioned his mother, and now I was going to be spending the weekend with her?
“Stop worrying, she’s harmless. Plus, you’ve already got the Bernie seal of approval, so you’re golden.”
“Holy shit, now I’m really nervous. I thought the celebrities were bad enough.”
“I’d never put you in a position where you’ll be uncomfortable. Don’t you trust me?”
I shook my head vigorously, hiding my smile.
He huffed out a laugh. “Looks like I have some work to do, then. We’ll be on our own on Sunday morning, since most people will wake up with hangovers,” he continued. “Then there’s a quick lunch, and we’re on our way.” He squeezed my hand. “Trust me, we’re going to have a good time.”
“It’s Thursday night. When will I have a chance to shop? Maybe Steph has some stuff I can wear? And if we’re driving to the Hamptons on a Friday afternoon… Oh my god, we’ll be sitting in traffic for hours ! I’m definitely bringing my Kindle to pass the time.”
“Ah yes, your porn collection.”
I reached out to smack him, but he ducked away.
“First of all, we’re taking tomorrow off to pick up some clothing for you.” I started to protest but he put his finger to my lips. “Boss’s order. And second, you don’t have to worry about the traffic.”
I frowned at him. “Are we leaving at noon to beat the rush?”
James shook his head. “That won’t give us enough time to get our shopping done. No, we’ll head out at four-ish.”
“That’s still rush hour,” I protested. “I’ve never been there but even I know how bad it gets.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll look down at the congestion and laugh,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me on top of him.
“Look down ?”
He gave me a sexy smile. “Yes, down. From my helicopter.”
James kissed me to silence the questions I was about to ask, and little by little, with each kiss and caress, I forgot about them, until the only thing I could think about was the way he made my body feel.