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“James!” Frantically looking around, I grip the armrests, afraid I’m going to topple over in the chair.
“Relax, Casey.” His large hands rub up and down my leggings, making my thighs feel small for once in my life.
“Relax? Are you crazy?” My heart is pumping faster and blood rushes everywhere, especially between my thighs.
“A bit, but that’s the attraction.” James wiggles his eyebrows, pushing his warm hands further up my legs, gripping my stretchy denim leggings at my hips.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“I already dare, darling girl.” James yanks at my pants. I have to grip the chair for dear life as he pulls them down and clear off my legs, panties included.
“We’re going to get caught!” Nearly screeching and overwhelmed by a secret thrill, yet slammed with the reality of what we’re doing has me feeling a bit of whiplash.
“And? I own everything you see here.” James sweeps his hand around the room, a smile playing at the corners of his devilish mouth.
“You don’t own me.” I say.
“But don’t I, though?” He counters.
“You’re arrogant.”
“You’re not going to get fired.” I know he’s trying to reassure me, but I don’t find any of this reassuring at the moment.
“You’re demanding.”
“Already been established. Next complaint?” He chuckles and my face flushes with irritation.
I shake
my head no, nothing I say is going to deter him and it doesn’t help my case that all of this is arousing to me and I don’t stop him.
“You’re not going to get in trouble.” He repeats.
“Arrg…” My frustration with James is more than just based on sex.
“Damn right.” James dives his face down between my legs and sucks my inner thigh, my bereft heart in shock. Fearful I will slip from the chair, I don’t know what to hold onto, so my fingers go straight for his head of thick, silky hair as my hips arch upward.
“Oh, s-shit.” James’ tongue takes a long, deliberate lick, circling the length of my leg, deliberately bypassing the place I desire him to touch most. Gently, he pierces me with agonizing slowness, his blunt finger pushing my lips apart. A second finger almost burns as he slides that one deep inside to join the first. My clit is aching for his touch, but he leaves me panting, wanting more.
“Quivering, Casey… I want you fucking quivering.” James pumps his fingers rhythmically, pressing deep, curling and flexing. My mind can’t process all the sensations at once. James uses the chair to pull me closer, his chest hovering over me, his lips peppering soft kisses onto my neck. There’s nowhere to escape and I doubt I’d even try with him firmly planted inside me, torturing me.
Another slow thrust of his fingers and James growls into my neck, giving me a love bite. He uses his other arm to lift my one leg up and over the armrest of the chair, leaving me completely vulnerable to him.
“More, James. Please. My heart aches for more.” I’m a blubbering mess of emotions and nonsense, caught in the unexpected flames of my burgeoning orgasm. What the ever loving fuck is this man doing to me? Just when I don’t think I can take much more, his kisses glide south and he leans over my open lap to suck my clit, pulling, kissing, nipping. Loud kisses tear me wide open, sinking into the abyss, my heart exposed and raw.
“Quivering, Casey. This is how I always want you.” He gives another biting lick, pumping furiously. I shatter into a million fragmented sound bites, along with my cries.
14
James
I let my palm cup her cheek and move down to rest against her chest, catching each breath and heartbeat, gently holding her together as a fragile smile edges at the corners of her face. A relaxed Casey is a rarity, but one I’d like to see more of, especially if I’m the cause of it. Plump breasts heave under my touch, and her skin glistens under the studio’s lights. Watching her come undone, I’ve forgotten myself. While I might be perfectly comfortable with the world knowing I’ve got Casey as my girl, I know she’s yet to wrap her mind around what’s happening. Her legs are splayed open over the arms of the chair, her leggings tossed across the floor, and her hair is completely lopsided in the bun and falling down, sweat sticking her hair to her cheeks. In short, she’s a mess. Repairing her current appearance will not hide the fact that I finger fucked her senseless. My dick strains, reminding me that I haven’t been inside her in a week, even though my fingers can strum her clit to sing a sweet song.
“Let me up. Please.” She’s quiet and I’m afraid she regrets what we’ve done. She’s pulled her body from me, putting up the emotional wall. This may be the thing that changes her mind. I wish I could be sorry, but I’m not. “James?” She’s pushing me away and I hate that.
“Hmm? Oh, right.” Her appearance is distracting and I’m still lusting over her. Leaning back, I help her sit up and pull her legs down. Turning, I grab her pants and hand them to her.
She tries to weakly tug them from me, but I hold on a little tighter than I should. “Do you…? Can you…?” Casey is shaking slightly, a flush covering her face.
