Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
JAMES
My skin is still tingling, burning almost.
I let him have me, I got exactly what I wanted and now I have to try and resist him as much as I can.
I will not fuck this up for sex.
I’m staring into oblivion, my fingers trailing over my bottom lip as I replay the way he moved on me, the way he pushed me to one of the most earth-shattering orgasms I have ever had.
“James,” his voice pulls me from my dirty thoughts, and I look at him, answering with a “mm”, blinking as I try and focus. “You ready?” he holds his hand out for me to take and I glance down at it then back up to his hazel eyes.
“Yeah,” I push from the table, placing my hand in his and ignoring the way my skin burns from his touch.
We say goodbye to the gang then pass on our congratulations again to Connie and Kaleb. She is hanging off his neck, a little worse for wear, loudly explaining what she is going to do to him when they get upstairs and Killian, her dad, is not impressed.
Nate leads me out into the cool air, and I shudder as the breeze wraps itself around my shoulders.
“Here,” he says softly, hanging his suit jacket over me and I inhale his scent as I give him a small smile.
We walk to the valet and Nate asks him to sort a taxi for us. He gives a nod and disappears back into the country club.
“Did you have a nice night?” he turns to look at me, hands deep inside his pockets.
“I did, yeah.” I let my eyes move from his and out to the quiet evening. “Did you?”
“I did,” he pauses, “some parts were way better though...” and he chuckles softly which makes my chest warm in an instant.
He doesn't laugh a lot, but when he does, it's one of the most beautiful sounds.
“What happened,” I turn to face him and the smile that was once on his face slips in a second, “between us...” I look away as my cheeks burn, “it was just a moment of weakness... right?”
“Right,” I watch as his throat bobs.
“And we didn't use...”
“I'm clean. No concerns when it comes to me,” and I don't miss the way his tone has spite lacing it and I try and not to take it personally.
“So am I,” I snap a little more aggressively. “I have only been with Rune.” The air whooshes from my lungs and I ignore the way my throat burns.
That gets him turning to face me, eyes widening as he pieces my words together.
“You've only been with one person?”
“And that is a shock to you why?” I cross my arms across my chest and wait for his response.
“I just expected...” his hand curls around the back of his neck just as the valet reappears with a smile.
“Sir,” he nods at Nate just as headlights fill the darkened carpark.
“Thank you,” Nate tips him and shakes his hand before opening the door for me to get in.
I don't know why but his words, or lack of, have really annoyed me.
Tension is growing and I drum my fingers on my lap.
“James,” Nate's voice is low.
“Drop it,” I snap my face to him, my eyes glassy and I am frustrated. “I'm tired, I've had too much to drink...” which is a lie, because I haven't drunk that much.
He doesn't say anything, just turns his attention to the window as he gazes out at the darkness that bounces off the calm ocean.
“And I meant what I said,” I throw in for good measure, “nothing will happen between us again.”
He mumbles something under his breath but it's incoherent and I ignore it.
The ride is short as he pulls onto the driveway of our little cottage, Nate pushes notes through to the driver and then exits the car, holding the door for me but I don't thank him.
My heels slip on the gravel, but I keep moving, I don't want his help. Stepping up to the front door I wait for him to unlock the door only for him to freeze, eyes widening.
“I've left the keys in my car,” he pats down his suit jacket. “But I don't have my car keys either.”
“Brilliant,” sarcasm drips from my tone and I tilt my head back.
Silence creeps over us for a moment.
“Now what?”
Nate sighs heavily.
“I could go back...” he looks down the empty driveway.
“Do you know the number?”
“I'm sure the internet does,” he pulls out his phone and begins tapping the screen and he is already on the phone, pacing down the driveway and his voice echoes in the distance before he is walking back up towards me, a hopeful look on his face. “Keaton found my keys,” he steps up in front of me, “he is going to bring them over, they're already on their way.”
“Okay,” I don't look at him.
“I actually never noticed just how much of a brat you are,” and he laughs softly which gets my head turning towards him.
“What because I am being short with you?”
“No, because you're defying what’s inevitable.”
I roll my eyes, ignoring the burning want that swirls in my stomach.
“We both signed a contract, we both agreed that this was strictly professional.”
“Did we?” and he raises a single brow, a devilish smile on his lips.
My breath catches at the back of my throat.
“Don't underestimate me Little Ember, we made vows, we took oaths, till death do us part ...”
I swallow, eyes flitting back and forth from his.
“Just for a year,” I swallow past the lump that has so kindly lodged itself in my windpipe.
His lips twitch, eyes alight with something but he keeps quiet, rolling his lips as the sound of tyres crunch up the driveway and Nate holds his hand up before stepping towards me, edging his mouth close to my ear.
“How's your pussy, James? Is it still full of me, or do I need to fill you again,” but he steps back before I can respond and my cheeks are flamed.
He knows full well how it is.
I watch as he greets Keaton, thanking him as he drops the keys into his palms.
Keaton's eyes drift to me and he holds his hand up as if to say hi. I wave back and turn myself towards the door, all I wanted to do now was lock myself in my room and sleep the night off.
Well, not all of the night.
Desire burns through my blood, and I needed to rectify my horniness. My mind flits to my little friend from the other day and I find myself secretly hoping he is online.
Nate steps up behind me, a kiss pressing against my neck as he slips the key into the slot torturously slow and I squeeze my thighs together to try and dull the ache that is radiating between my legs.
“Why are you clenching that pretty pussy, James?” he rasps as he slowly twists the key as his spare hand lifts, his fingers brushing the loose hair at the nape of my neck away before dragging his suit jacket from my shoulders so it hangs on my elbows.
His lips dust across my bare shoulder, gliding over to the back of my neck before he kisses my pulse point which is racing. I feel his smile creep against my skin.
“You may tell me that this won't happen again...” he pauses at the sound of the door unlocking, “but you can only fight this for so long James,” he sucks on my pulse point and a whimper escapes me, my inner thighs slick from our earlier arousal mixed with my new coating them and I need to get inside.
I push through the door and move towards the stairs, running up them as quick as I can and slamming the bedroom door behind me. I'm panting, my chest rising and falling as I try and calm my erratic heart, my stomach knotted and heat blooms between my thighs.
“Shit,” I whisper to the room, giving myself a moment.
I needed a shower. I needed to wash the day off me, more importantly, I needed to wash him off me.
Slowly letting my hand push down the handle, I let my eyes drift down the hallway to make sure the coast is clear and relief swarms me when I hear the cupboards opening and closing downstairs.
Gently padding across the small hall, I slip into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Peeling my dress from my skin, I turn the faucet on and let the water warm up.
I was so tired, but I needed a shower. I couldn't get into bed with his scent all over me.
Undoing my hair, I pull the pins and hair band and let it fall down in loose waves. Stepping into the shower, the warm water feels good on my sensitive skin as I lather up my washcloth and run it up and down my skin, the bubbles silky before they pop. Rinsing the cloth of the soap, I slip it between my legs and clean myself up and I instantly feel better. Folding it over the hose of the shower, I pump cleanser into my palms and wash my face, the make up melting off my skin before I rinse it.
My hair is damp, but I wasn't going to wash it. It was clean this morning, but I just needed him off me more than anything.
And I hate that.
Craved him so long to now worry that I have fucked this whole thing by giving in.
I wasn't just playing with fire; I was dancing right in the middle of it whilst the flames licked at my skin.
Letting the shower rinse over me one last time, I reluctantly turn it off then wrap myself in a fluffy towel. Stepping onto the bathmat, I move towards the sink unit and look at myself in the reflection.
Color pinches my cheeks, eyes all glistening like the stars on a clear night, and my heart throbs in my chest.
He brought me back to color without me even realizing.
But we shouldn't be doing this.
Tonight... tonight was on me.
I goaded him until he snapped.
I used him.
I got what I wanted, what I needed .
But now he has fucked that haziness out of me, I was stupid to have let that happen. I was idiotic to think that would help, I signed a contract... I think he signed it... no, I am sure I saw him sign his signature on the paperwork when we sat down.
Yeah. He did sign it.
He was just playing with me.
Reaching for my toothbrush, I cover it then run it under the cold faucet and brush my teeth. Spitting, I rinse the sink and then moisturise my face.
I couldn't be assed with all my skin care routine tonight, but the longer I was in here, the longer I was away from him.
All it would take is one look, one kiss, one touch... and I would be putty in his hands.
Inhaling heavily, I walk quietly over towards the door and pull it open gently. It's quiet. Moving across, I am back in my room within seconds and the door is closed.
That's it.
I didn't have to worry about tonight anymore.
Hair in a messy bun, lemon cropped tee and matching frilled shorts, I sit crossed legged on the bed.
I felt too wired suddenly, and I knew it was because I was frustrated. I needed him, wanted him, but I wouldn't let him know that. I needed to distance myself.
I was a job.
I hired him to do a job.
Glancing down at the small side unit, then towards my phone that sits inches away from me on the bed throw, then back to the drawer, I am already pulling it open and diving in for my toy.
I turn it on then open the app and let it connect, and within seconds, I am in the room with him.
I say, him.
I have no idea who it is, but he gets me off and he seemed to know what he was doing.
DenyarH: Hello again.
James_xo: Hey.
DenyarH: Wanted more, did we?
I ponder over what to respond, my lips twisting.
James_xo: I need a quick release, I have a lot of tension.
DenyarH: Then let me be the one to help you, baby. I've been waiting for you to come back to me...
I don't respond, instead I lift my hips and push my shorts off and fold them next to me as I sit up against the headboard, legs wide as I play with myself for a moment and I know I didn't need to, I was still wet, but it helped work me up, pushing me closer so I didn't have to rely on him so much. Reaching for the toy, I place it at my opening and suck in a breath as I slip the cool steel toy inside of me and as much as it felt good, it wasn't Nate and I hated that.
DenyarH: You ready baby?
I type a quick reply, and the toy begins pulsing inside of me, my head drops back as I try and push Nate from my mind for even a second so I could focus on this, focus on the pleasure that was teetering inside of me.
DenyarH: Working you up before we introduce the vibrator.
DenyarH: Imagine I am there, lips dusting across your stomach, your hips, your pelvis...
“Yes,” I whisper as I let my eyes drift between my legs, watching as it pulses, and it moves up a speed.
DenyarH: My fingers inside your pussy, my mouth hovering over your swollen clit before I let my tongue massage...
The vibration kicks in, my fingers curling around the bedsheet beneath me and I am so turned on, my skin burns; my lips parted as I watch, watch as this stranger controls this toy as it fucks me closer to my impending orgasm.
“Shit” I whisper, looking at the door before my eyes are back between my legs.
DenyarH: I am desperate to have you on my tongue, James. Desperate to feel you come, desperate to sink my cock deep inside of you....
And just as I feel myself begin to freefall, there is a knock before my bedroom door swings open.
“James,” Nate walks in, phone in hand and his eyes blaze with fire as he looks at me, a trembling mess as I cut the app, stopping it in an instant.
Reaching for the comforter, I drag it around my neck.
“No point hiding, Little Ember…” he closes the door behind him, tapping the screen a few times and tossing his phone down onto the floor, closing the gap between us.
My heart is racing in my chest.
Shit.
Shit.
“I was only coming to check on you, make sure you were okay, and I find you like this...” he licks his upper lip and my body freezes.
This is not ideal. I tighten my grip on the comforter.
“Fuck,” he rasps, eyes dragging down and he locks his gaze on my phone which lights up.
I pull away, looking at the phone to see messages coming from the app and my blood runs cold.
“Playing with Brooke's app...” he steps closer to me and my cheeks burn, “when you have a perfectly good man downstairs,” his lips curl into a smile and I shrink under the comforter.
He turns, the sound of his feet moving across the floor and I don't rise, I stay hidden for just a moment. I have the fucking sex toy still fully inserted and my husband caught me.
Suddenly, a gasp passes my lips when the toy pulses inside of me and my phone pings.
Oh God .
“You want to play, James... then let's play,” he turns his back to me and strides to where he discarded his phone, picking it up from the floor before his eyes are back on me, three long steps and he is beside me.
My hand slips out and drags my phone under the comforter as I see DenyarH has left and been replaced by Nate01 .
“Nate,” I whisper just as he lifts the comforter from me, tossing it to the floor and I cover my face with my hands which he snatches away instantly.
“Don't hide from me baby, I’ve seen your face when you cum, no need to hide.”
My eyes widen, my fingers gripping the bedsheets beneath me as Nate's fingers grip onto my cheeks just as he dips his tongue into my mouth, teasing me.
“You enjoying this baby? Enjoying being fucked by a toy that I am controlling,” his thumb swipes over his screen and the pulse changes just as the clit stimulator vibrates over my already sensitive bud.
“Oh,” I squeeze my eyes shut and I feel the bed dip, my skin breaking into a cold sweat, my stomach knotting as I clench around the toy that is buried deep inside of me, stroking my g-spot.
“Open those pretty blue eyes for me, Little Ember, let me see you come undone under my touch.”
I try my hardest to resist, but my body betrays me.
My lids flutter open and his hazels lock with mine, I couldn't pull them away even if I wanted to.
“Show me baby, show me how this is making you feel,” he goads, and I stiffen, my back lifting slightly off the bed as he knocks my knee just as he slips between my legs, his body leaning over me.
My chin lifts as his lips hover over mine just as his hips press into me, forcing the toy a little deeper and holding the vibrator over my clit.
“Fuck, Nate,” my hips lift as I try and meet the resistance of him, but it's no use, my body gives out just as his tongue slips into my mouth, lips locked and I stiffen under him as one of his hands curls around the base of my neck and I come, hard, feeling like a freight train smashed into me, shattering me into a thousand pieces.
“You're such a good girl,” he nips at my jaw, and my body smothers in goosebumps. I watch as Nate kneels back, slipping his two fingers inside my soaked pussy and hooking them around the toy as he pulls it out, discarding it onto the comforter.
I am about to push up, but Nate's large hand is pressed against my chest, laying me back down as he shakes his head from side to side.
“You're not going anywhere, I am hardly finished with you, wife .”
Moving down my body, his hands are pushing my cropped top around my neck, his lips dragging across my skin as he trails soft kisses against my skin. His hot breath drifts across my nipples as he sucks each one into his mouth, slowly caressing them before his lips move back down my body.
My skin is sensitized, my chest rising and falling and my eyes watch him.
Lifting my hand, I am desperate to lock my fingers in his hair but as I do, Nate's hand shoots up and places it back down beside me.
“No touching,” he growls just as his full lips dust across my pelvis before he drags them between my legs, placing kisses on the inner skin of my thighs and that's when his eyes connect with mine.
Golden, honey hazel eyes with flecks of green that speckle deep in them, his lashes are hooded but he doesn't let me drop his gaze, my breath shaky just as his tongue swipes through my pussy and I am trembling beneath his mouth, and he has hardly started.
The want to grab a fistful of his hair consumes me, but I resist, his earlier words ring in my ears so I grab the sheets beneath me instead. His fingers dig into my thigh, pushing my leg wider as he buries his tongue deeper, teasing at my opening before he is back on my clit, sucking it into his mouth and I gasp.
“Nate,” I whimper, my head lifting as I watch as his tongue flicks against me, and I can feel my orgasm teasing me, my skin pricks, my legs tremble and he finally lifts his face, lips all glossy with my arousal, eyes drunk off of me and I am in ecstasy.
“I am obsessed with you,” he moans before he is back between my legs, feasting on me as if I am his last meal and I let him eat until I can't take any more, until I am coming so hard I am crying his name, my back arching as my hips grind against his mouth. His tongue slips into my pussy, fingers digging into my skin as he holds me in place, continuing licking until I am trembling beneath him.
My hands are in my hair, tugging at the root, my heart is racing, and I am still trying to piece myself back together.
“Catch your breath baby,” Nate leans over me, lips hovering over mine, just as his eyes lock with mine, “because I am going to fuck it out of you...” he pauses, “over and fucking over.”
I don't even have a chance to catch it because his cock is buried deep inside of me in one, swift move.
He sees through on his words.
He fucked me relentlessly.
He fucked me until I was a trembling mess.
He fucked me until I had no more to give.
He wrecked me.
In the best, possible way.