Chapter Fourteen

~James~

My whole body was drawn tighter than a rubber band and I felt like the slightest amount of pleasure was going to make me blow hotter than a volcano.

It turned out that Nicole definitely knew her way around the male anatomy. She worked me over, slick and hot and perfect, until I almost popped right then and there in her mouth. But I didn’t want it to be over yet and I wasn’t risking a fifteen minute or mole cool down time while we waited for me to be able to do round two.

I laid her back on the bed, pulling the rest of her clothes from her in a sensual tease. I knew it seemed like I was in control and just torturing her because I wanted to draw out those perfect little sounds she made, but in reality, I just needed to cool down for a moment. Catch my breath and come back from the precipice that she had so expertly pushed me to.

Once she was fully bare before me, I stood and removed the rest of my clothing. My length was still straining for her, standing at full mast and blushing slightly purple at the tip. God, I wanted to just bury myself in her and rut like there was no tomorrow.

I knelt back on her bed and she spread her legs for me, reaching up for me to guide me to her. But I had other plans. My right hand went under her leg and pulled it upwards, draping it over my shoulder as I aligned myself with her entrance.

Locking eyes with her, I slid inside, nearly gasping as I went. She was surprisingly flexible, her leg bending farther and farther until I was all the way in.

I waited a minute, remembering how much time she had needed to adjust our first time together. My spare hand reached down to her, trying to find her hand, and when I did, I wound my fingers through it until she was ready for me to move.

It didn’t seem to take nearly as long as last time, and after maybe a minute or two, she was squeezing my hand for me to go.

And I certainly did.

I gave her a short thrust first, making sure that she was indeed ready for it. When her eyes closed, and a heathen smile grew along her features, I knew it was fine to really let loose.

I drove into her without mercy, reveling in the sound of my flesh on hers, the gasps that escaped her lips, the mewls that found their way out of her throat.

Her breasts bounced invitingly with every mood I made, hypnotizing me so that I let go of her hand and enveloped one of them in my grip. It was soft, so soft, with her dusky nipples erect and happy to see me. Timing myself just right, I rolled my hips forward at the same time I tweaked the sensitive little bud, and then her spine was arching so she was pressed against me.

I kept on, switching between each of them until she was a sweating, heaving mess.

Just when I could feel her starting to clamp down around me, my fingers left her breast and pushed its way between us, reaching for that spot that I knew was going to send her toppling over the edge.

It took a second to reach it, but when I did, I circled around it a few times before directly stimulating it, making sure I used enough force for her to feel it, but not so much that it would hurt the extremely sensitive spot.

Sure enough, she let out a cry and stiffened around me, clamping down on all of my length like a vice. I kept riding her through it, pushing her as hard and as far as I could until I too was spilling into her with a cry.

She was still in her climax as I came down from mine, shaking and enveloped in her own personal pleasure. I watched her face, enjoying the little show, until finally her cries stopped, and she came back to Earth.

I settled down on my hands and knees, still connected to her. We were both slightly damp with sweat and outright panting, but I didn’t think that she had ever looked more beautiful.

“Well that was something…” she breathed, her face still red.

I rolled off of her, already missing her as I pulled out from her body. “A good something, I hope.”

“Definitely, yes. Yes, a hundred times.” She sighed and slowly sat up, smiling hazily at me. “But I should go to the bathroom. You know, adult stuff.”

“Yeah. First door to the right out of here,” I said, pointing.

She shuffled out of bed and I watched her as she went, appreciating her rounded cheeks as they swayed back and forth in her exit.

While she was gone, and I was left alone with my own thoughts, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had made a terrible choice. I had slept with a woman I hardly knew, who pawned a ring that she had technically stolen from me after we both got drunk-married in Vegas and was apparently pregnant with my child -which we hadn’t medically confirmed yet.

Sighing, I listened for what she was doing in the bathroom. When I heard the water start to run, I went over to my pants and pulled my phone from my pocket.

Once I had it out, I hit my lawyer’s number. Surprisingly, he picked up, even though it was at least nine at night and I knew he had to be out of his office.

“What’s going on? I heard you jetted out of the office this morning. And I mean that quite literally.”

“You’re hilarious,” I retorted. “But hey, I need you to do me a favor.”

“It’s not really a favor if you pay me.”

“You have a point there. But I need you to hook me up with a friend of yours or a partner or whatever in St. Louis that knows how to make a good child custody agreement that can be handled outside of court.”

“Wait, child custody agreement? What? What happened since you left?”

“It’s a long story, and I’m sure your new friend that you hook me up with can tell you all about it.”

“Alright then. I’ll see what I can do. I haven’t been that far south in quite a while.”

“It’s literally the middle of the country. That’s why it’s called the mid-west. Hell, it’s even called the gateway to the west. Not the south.”

“You do realize I’m charging you my full, after-hours rate for this phone call?”

I barked a laugh at that. “Fair. I’ll hopefully talk to you on Monday.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll shoot out some emails and see what I can do.”

We said goodbye and I hung up, just in time too as a minute or so later Nicole was coming out.

“There you are,” I said with a soft grin. “You have a good night now. I’m going to clean myself up and make my bed on the couch.

“Are you sure that will be comfortable enough?”

I nodded. “I spotted extra blankets and pillows in the closet the last time I was here, and I’m willing to bet that’s standard. I’ll be plenty fine for tonight, and hopefully we’ll have you in your own place come Monday.”

“That’s very optimistic of you.”

“It’s not very often that I’m accused of that, so thank you.”

She let out the tiniest of laughs then slid into the bed past me. I gave her one last look, asking myself why I didn’t just get into bed with her and cuddle her all night long like I wanted to, but I quickly shoved that thought out of my mind and headed to the shower.

Hopefully, the hot water would be enough to wash all the foolishness from me, because my mind was certainly taking off in a direction that I could have never expected.