Chapter 6 James
James
The Chinese food arrives twenty minutes after we get back to the suite, and I’m grateful for the brief respite. Watching Rebecca all day—knowing I couldn’t touch her properly, couldn’t claim her the way I wanted to—has left me coiled tight with want.
I’ve been patient all day, I’m done being patient.
Leo tips the delivery driver generously while Luca spreads the containers across the dining table. Rebecca settles into one of the chairs, her shoes kicked off, looking simultaneously relaxed and aware of the three of us watching her.
The marks on her neck are vivid against her skin. Every time I see them, something possessive stirs in my chest. Mine. Ours. The evidence of what we did to her last night.
Mine. God, she’s beautiful.
“Sweet and sour chicken,” Luca announces, opening containers. “Fried rice, spring rolls, beef and broccoli—we definitely ordered too much.”
“Speak for yourself,” Leo says, already digging in. “I’m starving.”
Rebecca laughs, reaching for her chopsticks. “This is amazing. I’m actually hungry for the first time all day.”
“We wore you out,” Luca says with a grin. “That was the plan.”
I watch her eat, the way her lips close around the chopsticks, the small sound of pleasure she makes when she tastes the chicken. Everything about her is sensual without trying. It’s maddening.
I want her. I want her now.
“So,” Luca says around a mouthful of spring roll, “how was the rest of your day?”
Rebecca’s face lights up as she tells us about the signing, about what Isabelle said, and I find myself captivated by her enthusiasm. The way she talks with her hands. The brightness in her eyes.
“Tell us about Brett,” Luca says eventually, and I see her stiffen.
“Do we have to?”
“You don’t have to tell us anything,” I assure her. “But I’d like to know what kind of fool let you go.”
She’s quiet for a moment, pushing rice around her plate. Then she sighs. “He told me I was embarrassing. That reading romance novels at twenty-eight was childish. That I needed to grow up.” Her voice drops. “He suggested I join a gym. Said maybe then I’d be ‘really sexy’ instead of just okay.”
The fury that floods through me is instant. White-hot. Beside me, Luca goes still. Leo’s knuckles are white around his chopsticks.
Bastard. Fucking bastard.
“He said what?” Leo’s voice is deadly calm.
“It’s fine. He’s gone—”
“It’s not fine,” I interrupt, setting down my plate with careful control. “Rebecca, look at me.”
She does, and I see the vulnerability there. The lingering hurt.
“That man is a fucking idiot. You are not embarrassing. Your passion for books is beautiful. And your body?” I let my gaze travel over her deliberately. “Your body is absolutely perfect. Every soft curve. Every inch. Do you understand me?”
“He’s right,” Luca adds. “You’re stunning, Bec. I’ve been thinking about those curves all day. About how perfect you feel.”
“You made me come so hard this morning I saw stars,” Leo says bluntly. “Because of this body. Because you’re soft and real and perfect.”
Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “You guys don’t have to—”
“We’re not saying it to make you feel better,” I interrupt. “We’re saying it because it’s true.” I stand, moving closer. “That dress you wore today? I spent the entire afternoon thinking about peeling it off you. About putting my mouth on every inch of skin.”
The air shifts. Charges.
I’m standing beside her chair now, close enough to touch. Her breath catches as I lean down, my hand sliding into her hair.
“I think,” I say quietly, “that we’re done with dinner.”
“But we haven’t finished—”
“I don’t give a damn about the food right now.” My voice comes out rougher than intended. “I’ve been patient all day, love. Watching you and wanting you. I’m done being patient.”
Her pupils dilate. “Okay.”
I pull her to her feet, claiming her mouth in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. She opens for me immediately, her hands fisting in my shirt.
Yes. Finally.
When I pull back, we’re both breathing hard.
“Clear the table,” I tell Leo and Luca.
They move immediately, grabbing containers and shoving them onto the side counter. Leo grabs two beers from the fridge, tossing one to Luca.
“What are you doing?” Rebecca asks, watching them settle back into their chairs.
“Watching,” Leo says simply, taking a long pull of his beer. “We’re going to sit here and watch James fuck you on this table.”
Her breath catches. “Oh.”
Perfect. She’s perfect.
“Unless you don’t want that,” I say, my hands on her hips. “Tell me now, love.”
“I want it.” Her voice is breathless. “God, yes, I want it.”
“Good girl.” I turn her to face the table. “Then bend over for me.”
She does, leaning forward until her chest presses against the polished wood. The position puts her ass on display, and I take a moment to appreciate the view.
Fuck.
“Look at her,” Luca says from his chair, voice rough. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I slide my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up as I go. She’s wearing different panties now—black lace that showcases her curves beautifully.
“These are pretty,” I say, hooking my fingers in the waistband. “But they’re in my way.”
I slide them down slowly, letting them pool at her ankles. She steps out of them, and I pocket them without thinking. Mine now.
“Spread your legs wider,” I command softly.
She does, and the view nearly brings me to my knees. Pink and glistening and perfect.
“She’s already wet,” Leo observes, leaning back in his chair. “Look at that.”
“Been wet since dinner started,” Luca adds. “Could tell by the way she kept pressing her thighs together.”
“Is that true, love?” I ask, sliding one finger through her folds. She gasps. “Have you been sitting here getting wet while we ate?”
“Yes,” she admits. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. About this.”
“Good.” I push one finger inside her and she moans. “I want you thinking about us constantly. Want you wet and ready whenever we want you.”
Mine. Ours. Always ready for us.
I work her with my fingers, adding a second, then a third. She takes them easily, her body opening for me.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need more.”
“What do you need?” I ask, even though I know.
“Your cock. Please, James. I need you inside me.”
From his chair, Leo groans. “Fuck, I love hearing her beg.”
“Me too,” Luca agrees, adjusting himself.
I pull my fingers out, making her whine at the loss. Freeing myself from my trousers, I roll on a condom quickly, then line myself up and push inside in one smooth thrust.
We both groan at the sensation. She’s hot and tight and perfect.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
“Look at that,” Leo says, his voice rough. “Look how well she takes you.”
I start to move, slow and deep, my hands gripping her hips. The table rocks slightly with each thrust.
“Harder,” she gasps. “Please, James, harder.”
I give her what she wants, increasing my pace, driving deeper. The table rocks with each thrust as she moans.
“That’s it, love,” I tell her. “Take it. Take everything I give you.”
My hand slides up her back, fisting in her hair, pulling her head back. The arch it creates in her spine is beautiful.
“Touch yourself,” I command. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Her hand slides between her legs and I feel her fingers working her clit. She tightens around me immediately.
“Close already,” she gasps.
“Then come. Let them watch you fall apart.”
She does, crying out, her body clenching rhythmically around me. The sensation nearly drags me over with her, but I grit my teeth and hold back.
Not yet. Not yet.
Not yet. I have other plans.
I pull out, making her whimper. “We’re not done, love.”
I help her stand, turning her to face me. Her face is flushed, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
"Windows," I say simply.
Her eyes widen. "What?"
"The floor-to-ceiling windows." I gesture to where Melbourne glitters below us. "I'm going to fuck you against them. Let the whole city see how beautiful you are."
"James—"
"Do you trust me?"
She takes a shaky breath. "Yes."
"Then come here."
I help her off the table and unwrap her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stands before me in just her bra. Exposed and beautiful.
"Perfect," I murmur, taking her hand.
I guide her to the windows, pressing her palms flat against the cool glass. The view is spectacular—the city spread out below us, lights twinkling.
"Anyone could see," she whispers.
"Good." I press against her back—still dressed in my shirt and open trousers while she's nearly bare. My cock nestles between her ass cheeks. "Let them see. Let them watch me claim you."
Mine. I want everyone to see she's mine.
I enter her again from behind, and the position is different. Deeper. She gasps, her breath fogging the glass.
"That's it," I murmur in her ear. "Show Melbourne how perfect you are. How well you take my cock."
I set a steady rhythm, one hand braced beside hers on the glass, the other sliding around to play with her clit.
From behind us, I hear Leo groan. "Fuck, that's hot."
"Can't take my eyes off her," Luca adds.
But then my attention shifts to something I've been curious about all night. The hand that was playing with her clit slides away, moving up to trail between her ass cheeks.
She stiffens slightly.
"Easy, love," I murmur against her ear, stilling my movements. "Just exploring. Is this okay?"
"Yes," she breathes, her body relaxing back against me.
I circle her back entrance with one finger, gentle and teasing, feeling her react to the new sensation. "Have you ever been taken here?"
"Yes." Her voice is barely audible, almost swallowed by the sound of her breath fogging the glass.
"Did you like it?" I ask, keeping my touch light and patient.
"Yes." Her hips push back slightly, seeking more.
Fuck yes.
"Good." I press slightly, just the tip of my finger, while still moving inside her pussy. Her hands flatten harder against the glass. "Because I'm going to take you here. Soon. Would you like that?"
"Yes. God, yes." Her whole body trembles, caught between my cock and my finger.
“Two of us?” I increase pressure, sliding my finger in to the first knuckle. “Me and Leo inside you at the same time? Filling both your holes?”
She clenches around me so hard I nearly lose it. “Please.”
“Soon, love. Soon.” I work my finger deeper, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. “But first I need to prepare you. Get you ready to take us both.”
The dual sensation—my cock in her pussy, my finger in her ass—has her trembling. Moaning. Getting close again.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Feel how full you are. Imagine how it’ll feel when it’s two cocks instead of one.”
“James, I’m going to—”
“Come. Come on my cock while I finger your ass. Show me how much you want it.”
She detonates, screaming, her whole body shaking. The sensation of her coming pulls my own orgasm from me and I come with a groan.
We stay frozen for a moment, both breathing hard, her forehead pressed against the glass.
Then I carefully withdraw—both my cock and my finger—and she whimpers at the loss.
“You okay?” I ask softly, turning her to face me.
“Perfect.” Her eyes are glazed. “That was—I’ve never—”
“I know.” I kiss her gently. “You were incredible.”
From the table, Leo stands, his beer forgotten. “My turn.”
But Rebecca’s shaking her head, her hand on my chest. “Wait. I want—” She pauses, gathering courage. “I want both of you. At the same time. Like you said.”
Fuck.
The room goes silent.
“Are you sure?” I ask carefully. “We don’t have to rush—”
“I’m sure.” Her eyes are clear now. Determined. “I want it. I want you both inside me. Please.”
Leo’s eyes meet mine over her head. The hunger there matches my own.
She wants us. She’s ready.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he says, moving closer. “James just started prepping you. We need to do this right. Make sure you’re ready.”
“How long?” she asks, and the need in her voice is desperate.
“Soon,” I promise. “But not tonight. Tonight we keep preparing you. Tomorrow—” I pause, my thumb brushing her lip. “Tomorrow we’ll give you everything you’re asking for.”
Her eyes darken with want. “Promise?”
“Promise.”