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It’s just sex. Enjoy it and move on.
I talk myself out of the pit and plaster a smile on my face, mentally listing how different James is from Greg, and how much that is exactly what I need right now as a distraction. The trunk of his precious Mustang is full of them too. James went all out on this shopping spree. I’ll pay him back every dime once he gets billed.
We grab some lunch, before leaving the city. Thankfully, James keeps his hands to himself while we are out, probably knowing whatever this was between us, had no place out in the world.
To my surprise, he takes the long way home. Smaller and more deserted roads.
“Fucking snow.” James snorts in a low exasperated exhale. I’ve never understood why he hates it so much. Probably because he can’t speed like a maniac.
I’m lost in my thoughts as I watch the snowflakes slowly falling on the wintry landscape as we pass it by, painting it a lighter shade of white. I’m concentrating on my box ticking game, starting to come down from my heated breakup yesterday. It’s hard to find a man who checks them all. Greg did. On paper.
Sex was just sex, right? After a couple of months, the fire dies. Even if paired with a sex God, I’d be right back to where I was with Greg in no time.
All this with James doesn’t account for real life in the equation. There’s a bubble of fantasy around it, or maybe even a wall that splits whatever it is from reality.
That’s what makes it so appealing.
“How many pearls is fuckface clutching in that little head of yours right now?” James’ hand lands on my thigh, gripping possessively.
“All of them.” I chuckle, not restraining the honesty. “I am too, a little. I’m a late bloomer, if we put it politely.”
“Or maybe the stick up Greg’s ass gets in the way of your wild spirit” His hand moves up, tucking his pinky in the crease between my thigh and my hip.
“Wild spirit? Have you met me, James?”
“I have. And it’s been my pleasure to get to know you more… intimately.” Smooth bastard. “You are different when you let yourself go. When you ditch the fake, straight act and actually are yourself.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“For damn sure. Uptight Rose who tries to be accommodating of everyone else’s opinion, who lives by a fucking book of rules no one gives a fuck about, wouldn’t suck me off while I drive us home.” I raise my eyebrow in contempt. He just straight up insulted me to my face, and all I retained was ‘suck me off’. “But Rosy girl will, won’t she?”
He grips my thigh tighter, waiting for my reply, but I’m waiting for that dominating tone and the command to go with it. As expected, it soon follows.
“Pull my cock out, Rose. Now. I want those lips wrapped around me.”
I do as I’m told, he is hard as a rock. I’m surprised to, yet again, find myself throbbing in anticipation. I’ve never taken as much pleasure in this as I do with him. I eagerly take him deep into my mouth, moaning as his hard shaft connects with my tongue.
“Oh goddamn, Rosy.” He’s pressing my head down, knotting his fingers in my hair as I bob up and down his glorious dick. “That dirty mouth of yours is just so hungry for me, isn’t it?”
His fist is full of fire-colored locks, the slight pain drawing another cock-filled-mouth moan as he coaches me to his will. I’m going faster now as James pulls and pushes, just before he holds me down.
“You’re going to swallow me again, Rosy.”
I’m pulsing just as much as he is, desperate to get home and have him all over me again. Fuck the soreness. Fuck the restriction and conventions. I want him to have me. I can almost feel him sinking inside me.
I moan again and take him deeper and down my throat. James groans as I gag, but I’m so turned on it’s not even an issue.
“Fuck, Rose. Deeper. Just like that.” I gag again when I bring him out and in once more. “Oh fuck… yes. I’m coming down your throat.” My pussy is clenching on nothing, my hand is pressing down on my clit before I notice. “That’s it. Drink me down, I’m coming now. Fuckkkk.”
He holds my head in place as he comes down my throat, and I take it until the last damn drop. James tugs on my hair and pulls me up before pulling me to him, kissing me like he never has before. His tongue swirls around mine, possessively taking my breath away.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Rose. That was incredible,” James praises me, and I swell with pride. “Got you turned on too.” He motions to my fingers still firmly planted on my sex.
He speeds the last couple of miles, despite the snow, but I feel safe with him behind the wheel. He makes me feel safe. He parks on the driveway and darts out the car, taking our bags from the trunk and hurrying me inside.
“Run upstairs, I want you naked, and on your bed before I get there. It’s about time that frigid cove of yours got some action.” He sends me off with a smack on my ass, and I eagerly do as I’m told.
Soon after, James walks in my room to find me exactly as he demanded. He’s wearing nothing but his tight briefs, just like a God-sent gift. The tie he wore yesterday tangled around his hands. He’s sinful all around, and I’m feeling eager to dabble in profanity. I spread my legs to him, anxious to have him exactly where I need him.
