Chapter 14
By the time we land, after weather delays pushed our flight back, we’re all dragging, barely able to keep our eyes open on the drive home from the airport. I slump in my seat and groan when we pull into James’s driveway, trying to muster the energy to get out of the car.
“Come on. Let’s get inside and crash,” James says as he rubs some life into my shoulder.
I look across the street at my house, not at all looking forward to sleeping in a room near two tweens and in a single bed by myself. Funny how just two nights spent sleeping next to James has somehow altered my brain chemistry and made me crave something I shouldn’t want.
I carry Grayson cradled in one arm and Lainey in the other, her head resting on my shoulder while she sleeps. James lugs our things to his front door, and I step inside when he unlocks it and holds it open for me. Quietly, I make my way to the nursery to lay Grayson down in his crib without waking him. As I close his door behind me, I’m struck by the realization that I hate the thought of leaving him for the night.
I meet James by the front door just as he’s finished bringing everything inside. “Should have left my luggage outside,” I whisper so as not to wake Lainey. “We’re just gonna have to drag it to my house.”
He frowns and checks the time on his phone. “It’s already after midnight. Stay the night, and I’ll take them over there tomorrow.” My belly flips at the way his gaze searches mine, silently imploring me not to leave.
“I have school tomorrow. And all my stuff—my backpack is at home.”
“You left your backpack here”—he points to it next to the coffee table where I forgot I had left it—“and you know you and Lainey will sleep much better here…with us.” He lowers his voice and cups my cheek, and I lean into his touch, though I know I shouldn’t. “Please stay. At least for tonight.”
I’m already nodding before I can think it through. He smiles and presses a feather-light kiss to my cheek.
I lay Lainey down in her travel crib in Grayson’s nursery, then shuffle out into the hallway where James is waiting for me. We stare at each other silently as I think through the two choices I have now that I’ve decided to stay the night—sleep in James’s bed, presumably with him, or sleep on the couch alone.
James seems to know what I’m debating and makes the choice for me. He reaches for my hand, and I automatically take his. He squeezes mine as he leads me down the hallway to his bedroom, which I’ve never been inside of before, only ever having seen it from the outside. Standing inside his bedroom feels so much more intimate than being alone in a hotel room with him. This is his private space, and he’s inviting me to share it with him.
I look around his room as I wait for him to return with our luggage. He has a high, black, king-size bed with a patterned black and white comforter and matching black nightstands and dresser. Blackout curtains are draped open on the windows that look out to the backyard, and I’m sure it creates a comfy atmosphere when they’re closed with the soft glow of the bedside lamps.
James leaves me with my suitcase in his en-suite, which still has its original avocado-green tiles and tub that’s totally at odds with the more updated features in the rest of the house. I find that I appreciate the vintage look as I quickly wash my face, brush my teeth, and change into my last pair of clean panties and a T-shirt I stole from his closet before he came back into the room. I’m so glad that I thought to pack more panties than I needed, though I’ll still have to change for school when I run home with Lainey in the morning.
Oh shit. Mom. She’s going to have a million questions about this weekend, and I’m not in a place yet to talk about it with her. Hell, I haven’t even been able to talk about what happened with James with James. I fire off a quick text letting her know where we are, tell her I’ll see her in the morning, and then put my phone on Do Not Disturb.
James gets ready for bed after I exit the bathroom, and I’m not sure what to do now. Should I pick a side and get in bed? Wait for him to tell me which side I should sleep on? Or should I tell him I changed my mind and go sleep by myself on the couch?
In the end, I decide to climb in on the side closest to the window, too tired to stay on my feet any longer. I bury myself under the covers and inhale the clean scent of James’s laundry detergent—and him—in the sheets, deciding I like the smell of it much more than my own bed.
James turns off the lamps and slides into bed behind me. He scoots to the middle and spoons me, one arm sliding under my pillow and the other draped over my waist. We’re pressed up so close that there’s not an inch of space between my back and his chest.
The last thing I do before I fall asleep is slip my fingers in between his and drag his arm up to my chest, where I cradle it, loving the way I’m wrapped up in his body heat.
I wake with a start, thinking I heard a baby cry. I roll onto my stomach and reach for the baby monitor on the nightstand to check on Grayson and Lainey, but they’re blessedly still asleep. I give it a minute to see if they stir, and when they don’t, I roll over onto my back.
James rolls onto his back, too, snoring softly. His right arm is thrown up over his head onto his pillow, giving me a wide-open view of his shirtless chest and abs with the covers pushed low. I know I shouldn’t, but he’s so warm, and sleeping next to him is so comfortable that I follow him.
Rolling over onto my side, I gently rest my hand on his chest and hike my knee up over his leg so I can cuddle him like a body pillow. Except, when I close my eyes and try to force myself back to sleep since the sun hasn’t completely risen yet, I find my heart racing and my hand trembling slightly where it rests on his firm pec.
I have never slept better in all my life than these last few nights next to James. He’s the first person I’ve shared a bed with, other than my sisters when we were on vacation before, but that was the worst sleep I’d ever had. Well, aside from when Lainey was a newborn and woke up every other hour. Being wrapped up in James’s body heat, the little spoon to his big spoon…there’s nothing that compares to it.
I can’t help running my fingertips over his smooth chest, following a line down between his pecs, feeling the separation between his lean abs. I know that before becoming Grayson’s guardian, he used to go hiking a lot. It’s his way of forcing himself not to spend all his time isolated at home, which is his natural inclination. He says he’s gone a little soft in the months he’s been absent from the trails, back before we started going together, but there’s nothing soft about him.
Including his dick.
I snatch my hand away when I realize I’ve let it drift down past his waistband, tracing his length where it’s hardened beneath his pajama pants. My core clenches, and my hand trembles. We’ve done a lot more than just touch each other before, but this is different. His body is responding to my touch even in his sleep, and my breath quickens as I tip my head back to watch his face as I lower my hand back down, just lightly pressing against his bulge, feeling it twitch under the weight of my palm.
His eyes are still closed, but his brows twitch, and I feel awful for pawing at him when he can’t consent to my touch. I lift my hand, intending to throw myself out of his bed, when his left hand comes down on top of mine, squeezing it so that my hand is forced to squeeze his shaft through his clothing.
“Angel.” He moans the endearment, his voice husky with sleep, making my heart skip a beat. There’s a pleading look in his eyes when they pop open as he lifts his hips and squeezes my hand tighter.
I hike my knee a little higher up his firm thigh when I scoot closer to his side, pressing the length of my body against the length of his. My lower belly flutters as I begin experimentally moving my hand up and down his shaft.
“Is this ok?” I whisper my question, though I think I already know the answer when his cock swells larger.
“Everything you do is ok. Better than ok. Fucking amazing.” He moans and removes his hand from mine as I continue to stroke him on my own. He slides his fingers through my hair and tips my head farther back. He sits up on his elbow, leans over me, and takes me by surprise with a deep, hungry kiss.
“What about this?” I ask when I get the courage to slide my hand under his waistband and palm his dick with my bare hand, squeezing it and working the pre-cum that’s leaking at the tip up and down his thick, warm shaft.
“Fuck yes.” He groans in pleasure and slumps back on the mattress.
I chase his mouth, half laying on top of him so I can kiss him again, parting my lips so I can slip my tongue into his mouth. He palms the back of my head, deepening the kiss as he thrusts his tongue to stroke mine and pulls me further on top of him. I slide my knee over his hips so that I’m straddling him as I continue to stroke his cock as he starts pumping his hips up and down from below.
His hands are on my ass, then under my shirt, gripping my waist, then my ribs, and finally my breasts, where he pinches my tender nipples. When he squeezes my breasts, droplets of my milk wet his palms. My thighs clench, and I moan at the sensation of him tugging on my nipples, and my milk lets down.
I had no idea a man could make me feel this way, and I have a thought that makes me feel hot and tingly all over. James loves suckling my breasts, so what if I…? I break the kiss, and he pants hard as I kiss his jaw, down his throat, and between his pecs.
“Angel, what are you—oh fuck.”
He gulps for air and gathers my loose hair in his fist like a ponytail as I go lower, licking between his defined abs and below his belly button. By now, I’ve let go of his cock, and I sit back on my knees so I can hook my fingers in his waistband and pull his pajama pants down.
“Are you gonna—oh fuck, angel, yes.” He moans when I lick a line from the base of his shaft to the head of his cock. More pre-cum beads at the slit at the tip, and I press my tongue to it, licking away the small bead of moisture. I don’t know what I expected it to taste like, but it’s not bad. More of a light, musky smell than a taste.
“Please. Your mouth. More.”
I flick my eyes up to meet his, my blood rushing hot in my veins at the look of pure adoration I see there. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock at the same time as I grip his shaft and work my hand up and down again. He sucks in a pained breath when I accidentally scrape the underside of his tip with my teeth.
“Sorry. I’ve never done this,” I sheepishly admit when I pull back.
“Me either.”
I stop with my mouth hovering over his cock. “You haven’t?” I ask with surprise. The thought that both of us are inexperienced with this act thrills me, and I close my lips around the mushroom head of his cock, being mindful of my teeth, and suck on it like a popsicle before he can respond. The sounds this man makes when I let it pop out of my mouth, only to take it a little deeper next time, has arousal pooling in my panties.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. It’s too good. Too much.” I barely have half his dick in my mouth when he whisper-yells, “Angel!” right before he orgasms, and his salty cum fills my mouth.
I automatically swallow it so I don’t choke, drawing more noises of pleasure out of him as his hips jerk and his fist tightens in my hair. I’ve just managed to swallow the last of it when he sits up and pulls me in for a kiss, thrusting his tongue in my mouth.
In a flash, he rips my shirt off and has me flipped on my back beneath him. I cry out when he attacks my right breast, drawing my nipple into his mouth like I did his cock in mine, and he squeezes my left breast until milk spurts and dribbles down the curve of my breast. He alternates between them, humping the apex of my thighs covered by my panties with my knees spread wide around his hips.
My stomach caves in and flutters when he licks a line down from between my breasts to my mound. He sits back on his knees to drag my panties down my thighs and yanks them roughly off my feet, tossing them to the side. He palms my knees and pulls my legs apart, and for a long moment, he stares at my uncovered pussy. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before, but I feel embarrassed by the way he just stares at it. I try to bring my knees together, but the sound he makes is like the low growl of a wild animal and not that of a human man, and I freeze.
“Angel, your pussy…” He licks his lips and strokes his thumb through my slit until he finds my clit, massaging it in gentle circles, making me moan and twitch. “Fucking dream come true, you letting me touch you like this.”
His hot tongue is on my clit before I can take my next breath, and I arch my back at the intense sensation, calling out his name when he flattens his tongue and shimmies it side to side. My hips jerk when I feel his fingertips at my entrance, and I take a long, shuddery breath when he sinks one finger inside as far as it will go. I’m so wet that there’s no resistance when he pulls it out and sinks two inside. I drop my knees to the bed and spear my fingers through his hair when he curls them inside me just how I like it.
“James, holy—” I squeal and bite down hard on my bottom lip when he suctions his lips around my clit at the same time as he finds a spot inside me that has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
“You taste so good. I didn’t know a pussy could taste this fucking good. Only you, angel. Only you.”
“James, oh god. Is this your first time going down, too?”
He doesn’t break suction on my clit to answer, just hums in confirmation, and I throw my head back on the mattress. His confession has my belly fluttering even more. The pleasure is so good that I can’t even form words now, just unintelligible noises that work their way out of my throat as my hips writhe under him.
It’s when he adds a third finger that my core clamps down, my stomach muscles clench, and an orgasm is ripped from me with such force that I can’t take my next breath for so long I’m scared I’m going to pass out. I sound like I’ve been swimming underwater, and my head has broken free to the surface when I take my first deep breath, trying to drag much-needed air into my lungs.
He climbs up my body as soon as my pussy stops pulsing, bracing himself on his elbows, his lips back on mine so that I taste myself on him just as he must have tasted himself on me. Instead of feeling repulsed, I savor it by sucking on his tongue, eliciting a moan from him. His dick must be hard again because it’s there, the swollen head of it pressed against my entrance between my spread pussy lips.
He pulls back an inch to palm my face and looks deep into my eyes. “Angel, can I…?”
I’m so blissed out that, without thinking through the consequences, I hike my knees up and dig my heels into his ass, pressing his hips closer as I moan, “Yes, yes, yes.”
I grip his shoulders and cry out his name when James surges halfway inside me in one thrust. Three of his fingers couldn’t prepare me for the girth of his cock, and I cry out again when he yanks his hips back, then sinks a little farther inside.
“Oh fuck, angel! Being inside you…another dream come true.” His arms collapse, and he just barely catches himself before he crushes me.
But I love the feel of him on top of me, so I hook my arms under his shoulders and around his back, pulling him down until he’s flat against my chest as he lifts his hips, his dick sliding out until just the tip remains inside before he thrusts harder than before and completely fills me with his shaft.
We moan in unison. His is deep and rich, while mine is higher pitched at the shock and feel of being so full, the tip of his dick hitting the back of my channel.
I’ve had sex once before, but it was nothing like this. I barely remember it, only that it was all awkward limbs and over in less than a minute. Not a single part of it had been enjoyable.
But this…with James. This is everything. Pleasure consumes me as my already sated sex begins dripping with arousal anew, another orgasm building inside my core, and—
Everything grinds to a halt in the blink of an eye when we hear Lainey babbling through the baby monitor.