Page 32 of Degrees of Control

Chapter 8

The second they were inside his apartment, James pressed her against his door and kissed her like he was trying to draw the air from her lungs. The hot slide of his tongue against hers felt primal and unlike a lot of what had happened at dinner, honest. He wrenched away from her to tear at the fly of his jeans. “Want you so bad, Blue-Eyes.”

She knew that. The whole way home, his hand had stayed clamped on her thigh, as though letting go might cause her to vanish. Charlie felt him grip the back of her dress and she gently pushed his chest. “Requesting a possible venue change?”

“Fuck, your back, I forgot.” He kissed her neck, sending a spray of goosebumps down her arms. “I should have remembered, Charlotte, I’m sorry.”

The concern in his voice made her shiver. The floor sailed away as big hands carried her deeper into the apartment like a shabby bride. Minute by minute, James the bossy alpha male was morphing into someone far more confusing. Sitting across from him at the restaurant, she could practically taste the restlessness seeping from his pores. She didn’t know what it meant, for him or their sexual relationship, but now she had seen it, she couldn’t stop seeing it. Why could he kiss her like his long-lost love, but not want her anywhere near his bed or his friends?

Stop analyzing him, Bell, lose yourself in this. The kink, the sex, that’s what you’re here for.

Banishing every analytical thought in her head, Charlie slid to her knees on the thick carpet of his lounge room. James looked down at her, eyes glittering. She pulled the dark material of his jeans down and stroked the bulge behind his expensive-looking briefs, luxuriating in the silky feel of the material. She pressed her mouth to him, inhaling the warm, raw scent, and he gently pulled her away.

“Hang on, sweetheart.” He fished a condom from his right pocket and shucked the rest of his clothes. “Much as I’d love for you to suck me off, I’ve gotta be inside you again.”

Feeling mischievous, Charlie leaned forward, drawing as much of him into her mouth as she could. James jerked away with a groan. “Enough, Blue-Eyes, I want your pussy. Please, just stand up?”

Haven’t you learned anything, James? You want me to do something, don’t ever ask.

Without breaking their eye contact she drew him back into her mouth. This time his shaft was slick and her lips slid down with ease.

“Enough.”

Charlie pulled back until only her lips were pressed against the head of his cock, like a bizarrely chaste first-date kiss.

“God, darlin’, that mouth of yours…”

She drove down again, as deep as she could get without choking, gripping the base with one hand and stroking his tight sac with the other.

“Fucking hell.”

James’ fingers tangled in her hair as pre-come spilled over her tongue. She knew he was pissed but he couldn’t pull away, and the thrill of having this big, infuriating man at her mercy was intoxicating. Then, right as she felt his cock swell and his balls draw close to his body, James wrenched her head back.

“Enough,” he said, glaring at her with a frustration that bordered on fury. He rolled the condom on one-handed. His grip on her hair kept her from sucking his cock back into her mouth. “I told you I wanted to fuck, now lie back.”

She did what he asked, settling back against the carpet. James drew up her dress and stroked her folds. Apparently assured of her wetness, he pressed the head of his cock inside her. Her pussy throbbed as it struggled to accommodate his thickness for the second time in a few hours. It was like being penetrated by the blunt end of a baseball bat. The condom snagged and James swore. “Fucking hate these things.”

He spat into his hand and lubricated the base of his shaft, pumping slowly to let the lubrication spread. Charlie moaned, low and deep in her chest. There was pain, yes, but it was more than reimbursed by pleasure. She was compressed between the floor and his big body and it was a gorgeous claustrophobia.

James ran a hand over her thigh. “Pull your dress down. I wanna suck your tits.”

She did what he asked and he brought his mouth down, drawing on her nipples like they were hard candy. The minutes passed and God, she wanted it to be enough, just to be impaled and devoured by him, but she needed something harder to pull her out of her own head. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to focus on the sensations.

“Charlotte?” James tore his mouth from her breasts. “You’re holding back, what do you want?”

Her breath hitched. “Say something, please?”

“Like what, baby? What do you wanna hear?”

Charlotte hated the way his little endearments made her heart flutter. How many women had he called baby, darling, sweetheart, and honey? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? She closed her eyes. “Say something bad.”

He ground his hipbones against her pussy, the roughness of his pubic hair blazing across her clit. “You want me to get mean again?”

“Yes.”

“I thought because of the restaurant and your back—I don’t want to hurt you.”

Charlie almost laughed. He didn’t want to hurt her? The guy who fluctuated between hot and cold more than a motel shower? “You’re not meant to care about hurting me.”

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