“You don’t know what I like.” I punctuate that by pinching his back. I’d think it didn’t bother him at all, if not for the way he tightens his grip on my butt. “We’re only fake dating, remember?”
“Vividly.” He practically kicks open the door. My tote bag is in the exact same place it had been when we went to dinner. I’d expected to change out of the dress, grab it, and book it home to watch a couple episodes of New Girl before falling asleep. This is… different.
I could stop it all right now. Tell him that we can’t.
But I don’t. Instead, I let him set me down on the edge of the bed, a surprisingly gentle juxtaposition to the whole carrying situation. He shrugs out of his suit jacket, draping it over the back of his desk chair, and to my surprise, kneels before me.
My hands find his shoulders, smoothing over the fabric of his shirt. “James?”
He runs his hand down my leg, all the way to my ankle, and undoes the strap of my heel. I moan a bit as he takes off the shoe; they’ve been pinching my toes all evening. He does the same for the other shoe, setting them both aside gently.
“And just like that, you’re fun-size again.”
I hit his shoulder lightly. “Rude.”
“What if I told you I prefer you this way?”
“Do you?”
He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, right at the hemline of the dress. “You ought to know by now that I’m not big on lying.”
I can’t stop the smile from crossing my lips.
He keeps his mouth right where it is, speaking against my skin. “We can do this. We’re obviously attracted to one another.”
“Once to get it out of our systems, and then we can just be friends.”
He looks up at me. “Exactly.”
My body is already aching for him. In the position we’re in, he could so easily slide his head up my skirt and taste me.
If he did, I wouldn’t push him away. Not right now. Now, I refuse to think about the future. I meant what I said earlier—we’re not the same—but attraction doesn’t care about that.
My body wants his, pure and simple. I’ve only tried to have sex a couple times since Darryl and it was never good, but I have a feeling that James won’t disappoint. He’s so talented with his body in other ways, after all.
He pulls me into a kiss that makes my heart do a somersault. “You sure about this?”
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. “As long as you are.”
He slowly pulls down the zipper on the back of my dress. It falls, pooling around my waist, showing off my lacy bra. The heat in his gaze nearly burns as he looks down at me. Without a word, he lifts me up, carefully pulling the dress the rest of the way off, and goes to drape it over the chair like his jacket.
I swipe my tongue over my lower lip as he undresses. Holy fuck, his chest is incredible. Each muscle is perfectly defined, showing off the power in them with ease. He has a tattoo over his heart, some sort of swirling pattern designed in thick lines of black. My eyes zero in on the trail of dark hair that leads down to his crotch, where he’s clearly half-hard already, his cock straining against the fabric of his black boxer-briefs.
I know I’m staring, but of course that just makes him huff out a laugh. “Like what you see, princess?”
“Come here.” I start to unhook my bra, but he does it for me, flinging the whole thing to the floor. I gasp as he takes one of my breasts in each hand, kneading gently. Then he leans down to lick at my nipples, and my mind-short circuits. I moan as he pinches one, sucking on the other to get it hard.
“You’re sensitive here,” he says. “I bet if I played with them long enough, you’d soak your panties through.”
I shake my head, whimpering all the while. “Don’t. I want you inside me.”
“I’ll get there, sweetheart. I’ve been dreaming about this, let me enjoy it.”
He continues to tease me, scraping his teeth against the extra-sensitive undersides of my tits, sucking a hickey into the top of one. I clench my core at the dizzying sensations. At this rate I will completely ruin these panties. I’ve never come just from this kind of stimulation, but something tells me James could get me there if he tried hard enough. I drag my nails down his back, digging in accidentally when he drags a rough hand down my soft belly. When his fingers find the waistband of my panties, I whimper aloud.
He pulls back, his mouth wet with his own spit, and gives me a cocky grin that makes my pussy clench. “You’re easy to rile up, you know.”
I press forward. “Keep touching me.”
He tears the panties down my thighs. “Next time, I’m going to see if I can make you come just like this, Bex. My mouth on those gorgeous full tits, teasing until you cream yourself.”
I freeze, even though his hand is right at the top of my sex, and I desperately want it lower. “There won’t be another time.”
The smile drops from his face. “Right.”
“This is just sex.” I can’t keep the waver out of my voice. But that’s exactly what this is, and the clearer we are on that, the better.
“I know.” He leans in, kissing the corner of my mouth. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves.”
“Just—don’t talk about a future that can’t happen.”
“Okay.” He strokes the top of my folds, bringing his other hand up to tweak my nipple again. “But I’m tasting you.”
“You don’t have—”
He cuts me off by spreading my legs and burying his head between my thighs.
18
BEX
I choke out a moan, my hands gripping his hair tightly as his tongue explores my cunt. My legs are shaking, wanting to close, but he holds them open with ease. When his tongue finds my clit, he sucks on it until I cry out, arching my hips off the bed. He groans in response, dragging his mouth down, licking over and inside my hole.
My brain short-circuits when he presses a finger into me alongside his tongue. He uses his other hand to continue to play with my clit as he laps up my wetness, leaving me clenching around his finger. I sob with relief when he adds another, scissoring them, stretching me.
“That’s it, princess.” He speaks right against my skin, and the rumble of his voice just heightens the sensations running through me. He brings his mouth back to my clit, kissing it in an oddly sweet gesture before licking it, and pushes a third finger into me. I’m shaking, barely able to hold myself back from the edge as he teases me with his tongue. I grip his hair so tightly it must hurt, but he doesn’t try to get me to stop.
He turns his head and kisses my inner thigh. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
He punctuates that by pressing his thumb against my asshole.
My hips shoot off the bed as I come with a shout. He keeps fingering me, teasing me, tormenting me as I come down from my climax. By the time he finally removes his fingers, kissing my belly instead of my pussy, I’m so oversensitive every movement makes me gasp.
He brushes the hair from my forehead. His lips and chin shine with my slick, and when he kisses me, I taste myself.
“Fuck, James.”
“We’re getting to that,” he says. He sits on the bed, pulling me into his lap, his hands finding my ass as he grinds me down against his crotch. This close, all I can focus on is his cologne and the way his hard cock feels against my folds. He’s so thick I find myself aching as we move together. His fingers were good, but ultimately, they were a tease. I can come again, and I want to do it while he’s inside me, fucking into me with all the power in his body.