Page 13 of His Alone

Chapter 6

James hesitated outside his door. The expression he wore was serious and I knew he was giving me one last chance to back out. I shook my head and he nodded solemnly before finally unlocking the door and ushering me inside.

He had me pressed against the door the moment it closed. He twisted the lock before his hands landed on my body, gripping my hips tight as he brought his lips to mine in a searing kiss.

There was no going back. That much was clear.

It was even more clear when his palms slid down my back and groped my bottom before lifting me from the floor. I squeaked from surprise and put my hands on his shoulders for balance, wrapping my legs around his hips instinctively. He walked us through his house blindly while we kissed, my weight seemingly nothing to him. It didn’t surprise me. Everywhere our bodies touched felt like a wall of muscle.

My eyes opened briefly when I felt my back against a wall. He twisted the knob to what I assumed was his bedroom and led us inside. I kicked out to close the door behind him and he hummed against my lips in thanks before capturing them again.

The next time my back touched a surface, it was soft. His bed. I could smell him on the sheets and the scent was almost overwhelming when he slid on top of me. I lost track of time as we laid there kissing. It was a long, delicious blur. He’d stop every now and then to remove our clothing one piece at a time. It wasn’t until I felt the warmth of his chest against mine that I really considered the fact that we were both down to our underwear.

It struck me like lightning, bringing me out of the moment. My heart raced as I started to panic. James sensed it immediately and rose up on his elbows to look down at me.

“If you want to stop, just say the word.”

It was the first time either one of us had spoken since the car. His voice had taken on the husky tone he got when he was tired, only it was even more pronounced. The sound alone made me shiver with want.

“I don’t want to stop,” I assured him, a little surprised by the tone of my own voice. “Kiss me?”

I tried to remain present in the moment, but I lost myself in a haze of pleasure. James kissed me as I asked, his hands sliding beneath me. When I felt the cups of my bra shifting against my skin I realized he undid the clasp, pausing to raise an eyebrow in a silent question. I nodded and he tugged the garment off, throwing it to the side.

His lips descended on the exposed skin and I arched my back, unable to stop myself from closing my eyes and moaning under the onslaught of new sensations. Hands, tongue, teeth—every touch felt like it was slowly unraveling me. When he gripped my panties and started to slide them off, I no longer felt nervous. I raised my hips to assist him, whimpering when his mouth left my breasts.

He chuckled at the sound, shaking his head when I tried to pull him back there. I frowned as I watched him maneuver his body around, propping up pillows and sitting back against the headboard before he reached for me.

“Come here, darling.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt about the change in position, but I couldn’t deny him. Not with the way he was looking at me through hooded eyes and beckoning me with a crooked finger. There was a sly smile on his lips as I climbed into his lap and straddled him.

Unsure of what to do next, I waited for further instruction. He pulled me closer, his face now perfect level with my chest. I let out a happy sigh when his lips returned to their previous spot, but the noise changed to a squeak when I felt his fingers moving up my thigh toward my center.

“Relax,” he whispered as he gently slid the pads of his fingers through my slickness. “Let me get you ready.”

I didn’t need to ask what he was prepping me for. He was still wearing a pair of boxer briefs, but I could see the outline of his rigid length through the fabric clear as day. Not to mention that I could feel it on my thigh whenever my hips jerked a little lower.

Which was impossible to stop once he started circling my clitoris with purpose. He’d pause every now and then to gather more slickness on his fingers, dipping inside just a little further each time. Eventually, he got two fingers inside me and I let out a harsh breath as I clung to his shoulders.

Then he did something that made me cry out in surprise. His fingers started to twist—twirling around in circles inside me. I rocked my hips when he angled his thumb to touch my clit at the same time. His free hand dug into my side in an attempt to steady me, but I couldn’t stop myself. I practically rode his hand, moaning his name as the pleasure became almost unbearable.

I came with a broken cry of his name. When I regained my senses, I realized James had craned his head up to alternate between kissing my neck and murmuring soft praises in my ear.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to the lobe. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Piper.”

His fingers slipped out and it reminded me that the main event had yet to come. Feeling bolder than I ever had, I reached down and gripped the hard length I’d been dying to touch. James let out a surprised laugh, the sound switching to a low groan when I gave it an experimental squeeze.

He didn’t make me ask for it. As soon as I let go, he patted my thigh and I raised up on shaky knees, giving him just enough room to shimmy his boxer briefs down. I watched with wide eyes as his cock sprang free, resting against his abdomen while he worked on reaching around me to kick off his underwear. The moment they were gone, I touched it again. I brushed my thumb over the wetness I saw at the tip, smiling when he sucked in a sharp breath and his muscles tensed.

Of all the things I expected from sex, the feeling of power wasn’t one of them. I literally had him in the palm of my hand, and without having to ask, I knew he would have done whatever I wanted in that moment. In the back of my mind, I wondered how it’d feel to use my mouth on it. Would that give me even more power over him?

It was a surprisingly appealing thought.

“Piper,” he grunted, thrusting up into the loose grip my hand had on his cock. “Fuck. How do you want it?”

“Can we do it like this?” I asked nervously. His eyes went wide and I blushed as I added, “I kind of like being up here. It’s a nice view.”

James smirked and slid his gaze down my body, licking his lips as he nodded.

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