Chapter 14
14
R AIN
My brain lights up as he ignites my power.
He rocks his hips while I give him pleasure and get drunk on it.
The feeling sweeps through me more potent than anything I know. The kind of power I’ve never thought I had.
Here I am, in front of a man who has everything.
His body is a powerful machine, his sharpness is hard to match, and his strength makes him a deadly opponent.
And here I am, all softness and fleeting beauty, holding power over him while quickly becoming his drug of choice.
He shudders as I taste his release.
His pleasure is undeniable, overpowering him––the most powerful man I know.
His grip slackens on my hair, his palm sliding to my face.
He tips his chin down, taking me in with drunk eyes, fever burning through his gaze.
Slowly he runs his fingers across my cheek before wiping away his cum from my lips, catching his breath.
His unfocused eyes meet mine before moving to my mouth and chest.
A faint grin lines his lips, his thumb still stroking my cheek.
He looks at me as if seeing me for the first time.
His eyes speak of something more profound. Something meant to bond us in some way.
A moment later, he scoops me up and tosses me on the bed.
My back hits the mattress before he brings his mouth between my thighs.
“James…”
He presses his lips against my sex.
“Oh…” I singsong, closing my eyes and arching my back.
My hips push up, my hands threading through his hair.
He grabs my hips and pins me down.
I snap my eyes open and look at him, my blood racing. The sight alone... The image of him... His mouth buried between my legs makes my pleasure soar.
His touch… Oh, his touch… There are no words.
My legs fall open even more as he swirls his tongue between my folds, places open-mouth kisses on my clit, and pinches the sensitive skin with his teeth.
He licks my sleek wet flesh, feasting on me, and his mouth only goes lower while my legs are draped over his shoulders.
“Oh… James...” I murmur as he strokes my entrance with his tongue.
My voice is hoarse, and my hands are latched onto his hair.
I’m losing control, grabbing his hair harshly, my sex swollen, dripping, pulsing, hungry for his mouth.
He bites my clit again, the pain enhancing my pleasure before he slips his tongue into me.
A few more strokes, and I shudder, my crying moans bouncing around the room as I experience pleasure at its best.
Minutes later, he pushes off the bed, sweeps his towel off the floor, winks at me, and dashes to the bathroom while I roll against the sheets, smiling and indulging in the aftershocks sweeping through me.
* * *
JAMES
For the second time tonight, I find myself in the shower, and the water rolls over me, flogging my heated skin, a soft grin tugging at my lips as my hand goes up and down my length–– the memory of her… her mouth… her sweet pussy... is now etched in my mind for good.
Minutes later, I turn off the water and run a towel over my body before sauntering back into the bedroom.
Her eyes instantly come to me.
She’s on the bed, still naked, still waiting for me.
Stretching a lazy smile, I swagger to her.
Her gaze slides to my pecs and abs before lingering on my semi-hard cock. Tipping her head back, she lowers her eyelids and gives me a sultry smile.
Her cheeks and chest are flushed, and her hair is damp––her curves all the more inviting.
She makes room for me on the bed before I slide next to her.
Her hand comes to my chest, her warm body pressing into mine, her hair slithering around my arm like a live snake.
She rests her head on my shoulder, her fingers brushing over my chest, her stare burning my face.
Her hand goes down, gently following the dip between my pecs, sweeping past the lines between my abs, slipping below my waist, and cuffing my shaft.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I tease, hard in her grip.
I tip my gaze to her. Biting her lip, she looks at me with smiling eyes, slowly shaking her head.
My fingers slide into her hair.
“You’re damn good, you know…” I say, observing her.
Her cheeks get flushed.
“I read a lot,” she says. “And watched stuff…”
I laugh.
“You watched the right stuff.”
A few moments pass before my smile fades.
“You know… We can’t go back if we do this,” I say solemnly.
Smoothly, she props herself up on her elbow.
Our eyes lock.
“Are you nervous?” she asks.
“I’m not nervous,” I say, running a tense hand through my hair.
“Yes, you are.”
Her eyes sparkle with a smile.
“Okay. I am,” I admit, grinning.
“Pretend I’m nobody. Besides, nothing will change for you.”
“Don’t be so sure…” I say, studying her face for a second. “And everything will change for you.”
She dips her gaze, tenderly stroking my erection.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she says, bringing her eyes back to me.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I murmur.
Smiling faintly, she slides up to me, her hand wrapped around my hardness as she breathes into me.
“I won’t complain, Mr. Sexton. Whatever you do to me, it’ll be our little secret,” she says quietly.
“What if you want more?”
A grin floods her eyes.
“I will want more. There’s no doubt about that.”
Her free hand comes to my neck as she locks my lips.
She truly has it in her… Chasing her own pleasure, igniting hunger in my blood.
She rolls onto her side while I shift, tucking my elbow under my head, facing her.
The pool casts a blue light over her face, making her eyes glint mysteriously like the Northern lights.
A faint smile tilts her lips.
“I’ve never been in bed with a man,” she says, bringing her fingers to my face and gently caressing my skin.
“Me neither,” I say seriously, putting a chuckle on her lips.
“You are so funny,” she murmurs.
I smile.
“I’ve never been in bed with a virgin either. Besides, hot virgins are like pandas. You never get to take one home,” I add, winking at her.
“Shut up,” she says, her nose creasing with a cute smile before we share a stare, our smiles dying out as silence fills the room.
“I’m going to miss this girl,” I say, nostalgic.
She looks at me intrigued, her fingers touching me softly, sparking a storm across my skin.
“What girl?” she whispers.
“The one who’s gonna die tonight.”
She searches my eyes, the meaning of my words sinking in.
“She won’t die,” she says, her eyes gleaming with emotion.
“Yes, she will,” I say, gently stroking her hair while taking in her long lashes, sparkling eyes, and full lips, lodging this snapshot of her in my memory.
“It’s the end of the road for her,” I murmur, touching her lips with my thumb.
She smiles through her perfect tears.
“Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s the truth…”
Slowly, I run the back of my knuckles across her cheek, stroking her smooth, warm skin.
My gaze is trained on her lips as I speak again.
“This is life, baby,” I say before lifting my gaze. “Nothing stays the same. Everything is changing all the time. You and me included.”
Her eyes twinkle even more.
“I don’t want to make you cry.”
“You’re not,” she says, rolling her fingers under her eyes and fingertips across my lips. “It’s just that I don’t want her to die.”
I smile.
“It’s her time. That’s why I said I’d miss her.”
“You liked her?” she asks, her voice broken.
“Yeah... I did. I liked her a lot. From the moment I saw her that night on the stairs at Red’s...”
I wind my arm around her waist and pull her into me.
“And who will take her place?” she asks, her lips wet.
“A beautiful woman...” I murmur before starting to kiss her.
* * *
RAIN
Propped on his elbow, he hovers over me, kissing me slowly and pacing himself to make me relax under him.
My hands go to his hair as he presses his thick shaft against my entrance.
He breaks the kiss momentarily, stretches his arm out, and retrieves a condom from the nightstand.
“No,” I say.
His eyes come to me, an eyebrow slowly arching.
“I don’t want it. There must be a different way…” I say.
He ponders for a second.
“Are you on something?”
I shake my head.
“Can I use the morning-after pill?” I ask.
He tosses the condom on the nightstand.
“I’ll call my doctor in the morning,” he says, his eyes trained on me. “Are you sure you want it this way?”
I nod.
“Are you clean?” I ask.
He lowers his head, pushing back an amused grin.
“I always use protection. Besides, the women I’m dealing with are tested.”
My eyebrows slide up.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“By request?”
“That too,” he says, crushing a smile. “Let’s say they are a certain kind of woman.”
“Hmm... Different than me, I figure. So, what kind am I?”
His smile withers away, his eyes darkening.
“I don’t know.”
He presses his lips together, flicking an eyebrow up.
“We’ll find out… I guess,” he says.
I splay my fingers over his neck.
“Together?”
He tilts his head to the side and shrugs, grinning again.
“I don’t know. Maybe…?”
I chuckle.
“Fucking James Sexton… It’s not as if I’m asking for your life.”
He laughs while I loop my arms around his neck and lock his lips, pulling him back on top of me.
He pins me under him and deepens the kiss, feeding my hunger for him.
A few moments later, he breaks the kiss and looks at me.
“So… If it’s not my life, what are you asking for?” he murmurs.
I slide my hand up his back.
“Other than asking you to make a woman out of me?” I tease.
“Yeah... Other than to fuck you...” he says softly, taking his time to say each word as if drawing pleasure out of it.
“I want to get to know you,” I say, gauging his reaction.
Surprise floods his eyes.
“That will never happen,” he says against my lips.
“You thought this was going to happen?”
He laughs softly.
“Yeah... I did. At one point or another.”
“Even when I was gone?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You’re an...”
“Asshole?” he says, chuckling, amused.
He pauses before talking again.
“What do you think will happen if you learn more about me?”
“Perhaps, I’ll understand why you don’t believe in love,” I toss at him, no longer smiling.
He looks at me seriously this time.
“Why does it matter to you?”
“It doesn’t, but maybe I could change your perception about love at some point,” I say, pushing up on my elbows to capture his lips.
Teasingly, he pulls back a little, only to lock my lips and swirl his tongue with mine a moment later.
I drape my legs around his hips, indulging in the slow, sliding motion of his erection against my clit.
He slips his hand beneath his shaft and slowly runs his thumb up on my clit, sliding his middle finger into me.
A gasp falls from my lips.
“It’s going to hurt,” he says, but I don’t care, shivering with anticipation.
I grind against him, wetness dripping on his hand.
“I don’t think it matters now,” I say.
He peels his hand away from me before positioning himself between my legs and slowly pushing in––his shaft is hard as steel.
I tense up.
“Relax, baby,” he says before sucking in a short breath. “You’re tight,” he adds, pulling back.
We focus on our kiss for the next few moments, drowning in a pool of heat.
My hands go to his back and then his backside.
“You’re getting there,” he says, pushing his hard-on between my legs a little more.
He plunges his tongue between my lips as I grind against him, and in one swift motion, he thrusts into me all the way, taking me completely by surprise.
The pain is sharp and deep.
“Ahh....” I yelp, trembling and shuddering, my nails bruising his skin. “Oh… Fuck… Damn it… You’re big.”
“Compared to what, honey…?”
A cocky grin tilts his lips.
I laugh, forgetting about the ache between my thighs.
“I can tell,” I retort.
He pulls back and thrusts deep into me again.
The pain is still there but not as sharp, slightly numbed.
Smoothly, he fills me up while I revel in that novel sensation. It takes a few more seconds before something wet and warm trickles down my thighs.
I look down and spot a few drops of blood. I tilt my eyes up and notice his sexy grin.
His eyes get quickly unfocused as he picks up the pace while I draw pleasure from his moves more than I thought I would.
We get swept away, ready to reach a high, neither of us wanting to postpone it as we’re doing this together for the first time.
A few minutes pass before I lock my legs around his waist and shudder, my chest heaving as I experience my first perfect orgasm with a man between my legs.
“Easy, baby,” he says, his lips pulling into a grin as I slide my fingers to his neck and demand his kiss again.