Chapter Five
Allie
The second James’ lips meet mine I almost completely forget why I was ever mad at him. I know he’s the first man I’ve ever truly kissed, the first man I’ve ever really wanted to kiss, but I still can’t believe how wonderful it is, how wonderful it feels.
I pull back before we can go any further.
“I… know I accidentally mentioned it before,” I say ruefully. “But, I’ve never been this intimate with someone, have never really wanted that with anyone, but I think I want it with you,” I look back at him nervously, relieved to see that none of the warmth or want has left his eyes. If anything, they look more on fire for me.
“Baby, you don’t know what that does to me, knowing I’m the only one who’s been inside your sweet pussy.” I shiver at his words, moisture soaking my panties. “I want this with you and I can promise I’ll make your first everything well worth the wait. “
“Prove it,” I say, emboldened by his words and more than ready to lose my V card. He pulls me in for another quick but heated kiss before I rise off his lap and grab his hand prepared to lead him through the back of the house to my bedroom.
Instead, he tugs me to him, still sitting on the couch. I fall into his lap, my hand grabbing onto him to help brace my fall. When I feel a twitch, I realized I’ve grabbed his thick, hard dick through his jeans. Gasping, I jerk my hand away, but James only chuckles. He grabs my hand, placing it back on him and moving my hand up and down.
I look up at him and find his eyes slightly dazed, his lips parted.
“Can’t let you stroke me for long, baby, or I’m going to blow before I can even take care of you.” He groans as my hand tightens; my eyes follow my movement, loving the way he hardens even more beneath me.
“Okay, that’s enough,” he demands, taking my hand and yanking my body against him. His mouth finds my neck, and he kisses then bites at the skin.
My body quakes, loving as the more domineering side of James takes over.
“Take off your shirt,” he growls. I look behind me, noticing the blinds are open. Even though it’s dark, anyone walking by could see in. I briefly think about closing them, but then I turn back to find James with a smirk on his face.
“Let them see me give you pleasure.” I moan, the thought making me so wet I have to be leaving marks on James’ pants. I quickly peel off my white t-shirt to reveal the light blue lacy bra I chose to wear to work this morning. Despite my inexperience, I’m nearly always wearing perfectly sexy matching sets. They make me feel good, like I have a little secret. One I’m now sharing with James.
He stares down at my chest with pure want in his eyes and it makes me feel… powerful .
“You were wearing that all day?” he asks, bringing his hands up to knead my breasts.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I was hoping you’d get a chance to see it,” I admit.
“I’m glad I did. You’re stunning, Allie,” he says, leaning forward to plant kisses on the tops of my breasts, still molding them to his hands. “As much as I love this,” he says, pulling the strap of my bra forward before letting it snap back to my skin, leaving me with a delicious sting, “I think I’ll love seeing your tits more.” With that, he reaches behind me and undoes the bra with any easy twist of his hand.
Suddenly, I’m bare before him. I know my breasts aren’t the biggest, but the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like they were made for him.
“Perfect,” he says, leaning forward and wrapping his mouth along a peaked bud. The scruff that’s grown on his face through the course of the day tickles a bit, but as he begins twisting and sucking me in his mouth while his other hand lavishes the other side, I feel like I’m in heaven. I let out another moan as he releases me with a “pop” before switching sides.
I’m suddenly desperate for more… more of his mouth, his hands… just him. I feel myself mindlessly grinding against him. He releases me again.
“Gonna make yourself come?” he asks, pulling my mouth to his again. I quicken my pace, dying for any sense of relief.
“I need you,” I whisper between kisses.
“I can give you better. Let me taste you,” he says, meeting my eyes once again.
I am at a loss for words so I nod in response, feeling my cheeks burn as he reaches for my pants, undoing the button and slowly sliding them down my legs. I impatiently kick them off my feet, left only in my light blue thong, a clear wet spot formed in the center of my panties.
I don’t have time to feel embarrassed before he says, “Sorry about this,” and rips off my panties. My jaw drops at the display—almost like I’m not sure how to feel, but the surge of wetness down my core tells me I’m very into it.
“I’ll buy you ten more pairs, I promise,” he says, leaning over and planting another kiss to my lips. “Now, I need to feast.”
Then he starts to lift me.
I steady my hands on his shoulders. This man is a beast, lifting me as if I weight nothing.
“What- what are you doing?” I ask as my knees find the back of the couch, helping to support my body. James is now level with my pussy, and he inhales, taking in my scent.
Without another word, but with one more wicked grin my way, he dives in. He laps at my pussy in a mix of quick taps and long, lingering strokes. I’m moaning so loudly I worry the neighbors might hear me. When he moves to thrust his tongue fully inside of me, my hands whip to his mess of dark hair, tangling in the strands like I’m holding on for dear life.
“That’s it, baby, hold me right where you want me,” James says. “You taste like home,” he whispers more to himself than to me. I take in the sight before me, him eating me out like it’s his last meal, his hands wrapped around my hips, and my hands gripping the tendrils of his hair.
He was worth the wait.
I move my hands to the back of my couch, angling my body so it can press deeper into him. James moans and sucks my clit into his mouth. I scream, the sensation almost too much. I move my hips, jackknifing into him, unable to stop.
I sob – it feels too good.
He comes up for air, his dirty talk keeping me on the edge, “You ride my face so good. This pussy was made for me; your sweet nectar is all I need.” He dives back in, and I cry out, wanting more, more, more.
His tongue laps up all of me before he moves back to the sensitive bundle at the apex of my thighs and when he curls one long, think finger inside of me, I feel myself tipping over the edge.
“Don’t… don’t stop, please, just like that,” I gasp as he inserts a second finger. With one more curve of his hand and a swirl of his tongue, I’m falling.
“James,” I scream as I feel myself contracting around his fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” he says as he keeps swirling his fingers within me. He moves his tongue to suck my clit and I’m falling all over again. My hips finally slow, and James’ fingers pull out only for him to suck them into his mouth, making sure to drink all of my juices. I slump down, and he helps lower me back onto his lap, placing sweet kisses in my hair.
“Gorgeous,” he says. “Still mad at me?” he asks before kissing me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
“I think I’m getting over it,” I say, pulling him closer towards me. “I know I’ve never done… anything, but can I… take care of you?” I ask, eyeing where his pants are still tented beside me.
“While I know you’ll be amazing, I’m saying no. Tonight was all about you, baby. Let me earn the rest.”
“Okay,” I say, feeling thoroughly worshipped and equally exhausted.
“Let me get you cleaned up,” James says as he kisses my forehead. He rises with me in his arms and carries me through the house. At my direction, he finds my room and gently places me on the bed before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. He returns a few minutes later, pants noticeably less strained.
He cleans my core with a warm washcloth and gently presses a light kiss to my center before tossing the cloth in the hamper.
He pulls the sheets back and then covers me, tucking me back in.
“Are you going to stay?” I ask, as he stands above me and strokes a hand through my hair.
“If you want me to,” he says, smiling down at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
“I do.”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to, baby,” he says as he removes his pants and places them on the chair over mine, leaving him only in a pair of navy-blue boxer briefs.
He rounds the bed and slides in beside me, pulling me into his arms. I can hear him inhaling my scent.
“Perfect,” he repeats again, and before I know it, I’ve drifted off into the best sleep I’ve had in years.
***
The next morning, after having breakfast together, we’re in the car heading back to James’ place.
“Work is light today so how about we go shopping for those underwear I promised you?” he says, a wicked gleam to his eye.
“I’m supposed to be working for you, James,” I remind him.
“I know, and you will help me. But time together is more important than that.” When put that way, it’s hard to resist him. So instead of insisting otherwise, I let myself enjoy this new relationship.
Once we get to his place, he promptly runs off to change and I can hear him on the phone from where I lounge on his bed.
“What the hell! We had a deal, and now you’re going back on your end. Do you know what happens to people who break deals with me?” I’ve never heard his voice sound so deadly. Though I don’t know the specifics of his business, I know he’s a crime lord, doing business with others of the same nature. But hearing it feels different than knowing it.
What if I’m wrong? What if I’m in over my head? I think. My palms grow sweaty, and I slide off the bed, needing to pace. But then James appears, phone nowhere to be found, with a strained smile directed at me.
“I suppose you heard?” he asked, eyes dark and mouth in a thin line.
I nod, until to speak, unsure of his reaction. But I’m surprised as he sighs and runs a hand down his face, looking weary.
“Are you scared of me?” he asks.
I look into his eyes, feeling the deep attraction that pulled me to him in the first place. I think of how he’s taken care of me, worshipped me, and I shake my head.
“Let’s go shopping,” I say, realizing he needs this more than I do.
Not long after we step into the first lingerie store, James and I are in the dressing room, and I’m surrounded by panties, bras, and sexy lingerie sets. James insisted he needed to vet my options. As I prepare to try on the first set, his phone rings with an unknown caller. He hesitates but denies it.
“I am your secretary, you know,” I tell him. “I can take your calls.”
“No,” he says sharply. “I won’t let you speak with these people.”
“James-” he cuts me off by pushing me against the wall, his hand right below my throat. I swallow, alarmed and aroused all at once. His hand creeps up to the side of my neck, applying slight pressure.
“I said no, baby. Not these people. Can’t let my baby anywhere near them.” His voice has taken on an almost animalistic quality.
“You don’t command me,” I tell him, but my breathless words give away the lust I’m feeling. My nipples are peaked and my panties are soaked; I shouldn’t be turned on, but I am. His possession takes my breath away.
“It looks like I do,” he responds, tweaking the hard nipple that’s straining through my thin shirt and bra.
I moan, my legs falling slightly open of their own accord. James takes advantage, pushing in between, his bulge indented on my stomach.
“James,” I whimper.
James takes my shirt in his hands, ripping it down the middle and then flicking the front clasp of my bra, my boobs spilling out.
“Fuck, your titties are hot.” His warm breath makes my nipples pebble before he takes one in his mouth, his hand tweaking the other. I move one of my hands to my clit while the other tangles itself in his hair. He drops to his knees, knocking my hand out of the way with his mouth, his tongue replacing my fingers on my clit.
“Ah,” I garble, unable to get any other words out.
“That’s right, baby, let me milk your pussy. It’s mine,” he growls, lapping all of my cream up as it gushes out of me, “it’s all mine.”
“It’s yours,” I writhe, knocking against the wall, knowing there’s no way others aren’t hearing what we’re doing.
“You taste so good. Your honey is all I need,” he groans, his tongue circling my clit before delving deeper, sticking it into my pussy.
My legs are barely able to hold me up. My hands move to my tits, my fingers tweaking my nipples.
“James, I need you to fuck me,” I plead.
“You need my cum, baby?”
At that point, a sharp knock raps on the dressing room door. James slows but doesn’t stop. My eyes widen, and I tug on his hair, but he only glances up with a wicked grin and reaches with one hand to unlock the door.
A surge of moisture drips down my thighs, and I force his face back to my pussy.
“Enter,” I say.
The knob moves slowly, and then the young woman that attended to us when we first came in, opens the door, her eyes widening at James’ face in my cunt and my breasts exposed. Her mouth parts before she quickly looks away.
“Excuse me, but you can’t be doing that in here.”
“He’s James O’Connor,” I breathe out, and I see when she recognizes the name. “I’m pretty sure he can do it anywhere he damn well pleases.”
I shriek, James finding my clit again with his teeth, and I throw my head against the wall in ecstasy. My fingers once again find my nipples and with a hard pull and James’ fingers digging into my ass, I finally find my release, screaming his name.
After our tryst in the dressing room, I didn’t try anything on. Instead, James took the pile we had and bought all of it. As we were checking out, James got another unknown call, this time answering it, leaving me to gather the bags as he took it outside.
What are these calls about?
Am I in danger?
Why can’t he be honest with me?
These questions are racing through my head as I come out of the store.
“Sorry about that, baby,” he says, pulling me in and popping a kiss on the crown of my head. He looks more stressed than earlier.
“Anything you want to tell me?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “Nothing other than I’m worried for your safety. Just know everything I’m doing is to protect you.”
“Is someone watching me?” I ask, bluntly.
“No, and I want to keep it that way.”
As we head back to his place, I can’t stop thinking about what he’s doing that could possibly be putting me in danger, and the question that continuously runs through my head, Is this worth it?