Chapter Fourteen
Gabrielle
When I’d put that underwear on that morning, I hadn’t for one second imagined I would be putting in on display for James. In a public library, no less. I’d simply wanted to feel good about myself. A fact that I was infinitely grateful for as James devoured my body with his eyes.
He sat in a threadbare chair and somehow made it look like he sat on a throne. The sunlight filtering in through the window behind him revealed flecks of gold in his dark hair that I hadn’t noticed before.
The corded muscles in his arms rippled as he gripped the armrests of his chair, seemingly considering my offer. He rose slowly and strode towards me like a predator stalking its prey. His hazel eyes burned with lust and pinned me in place.
My breathing hitched. For a guy who could be so easygoing and fun, he was an alpha all the way when he got like this. Though, I had no doubt that he was dominant in every aspect of his life. I wasn’t intimidated by strong men and even appreciated his cocksure presence. Give me that over meek and mild any day.
I had asked one of the guys in Heather’s study group about James, and the guy had practically started purring as he sang James’s praises.
The other guys had quickly chimed in, even some of the girls had started raving about him, albeit for completely different reasons than the guys had been. It seemed that James Skye was something of a hero to his loyal fans. The guys wanted to be him, and the girls wanted to be with him.
In the end, Heather had climbed on the coffee table and whistled to regain everybody’s attention. “What are we studying for here? The wills and estates section of the bar exam or a quiz about the hottest Dolphin around?”
It was kind of surreal that the lips pressed to mine and the tongue sweeping at my lips belonged to said hottest Dolphin around.
The James Skye I was getting to know was so much more than what those people had made him out to be: a hard-partying playboy who was notoriously private about his personal life and made fans, scouts, and coaches cream themselves during the season.
My hair cascaded to my shoulders as he pulled on the pencil that held it up, falling in a soft wave to the tops of my breasts, tickling them slightly.
James tunnelled his hand underneath it and gathered a handful of my hair to tug my head backwards. It was a gentle tug that didn’t quite hurt, but communicated his intentions clearly.
The 5 o’clock shadow he sported brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck as he pressed his lips firmly to it. He breathed in against my skin, causing my nipples to pucker and sending a bolt of anticipation straight to my core.
It was a powerful feeling to know that this veritable superstar was breathing me in, that he was attracted to me or affected by me in any way.
His free hand gripped my ribs, brushing the underside of my lacy bra with his thumb. My skin tingled where he touched it, explosions of goosebumps forming where his thumb traced the underside of my breast.
Heat pooled between my thighs. At this rate, my panties would be soaked through before he even touched me. He was that good at kissing.
The man kissed with a single-minded focus that made me feel like the only thing in the universe. It was easy to understand why he was so good at his job if he could apply even a fraction of that focus to his game.
At the sound of my moan, he snaked his hand behind my back and unhooked my bra. He lifted both hands to my shoulders and slid the straps of my bra from them, letting it fall to the floor. He sucked in a breath as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. My breasts stood pert and proud, nipples tightly beaded.
I should have cared that I was pretty much naked, in broad daylight in the public library, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The only thing that mattered was the way his eyes raked over me, looking like he was unwrapping his favorite present on Christmas morning.
My knees squeezed together, betraying my arousal. James grinned knowingly; it was a strained grin, though. Like he struggled to hold himself back. I nodded to him, sensing that he was waiting for some kind of confirmation.
It was like someone had pulled the trigger on a starting pistol. We surged back together, and he caught my ass just as I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. He groaned as the heat of my core pressed against his stomach.
He walked us to the darkened stacks and set me down with my back against the smooth wood of a timeworn bookshelf. James tugged his shirt over his head, revealing the perfection that was the result of all those hours he spent working out. I might tease him about being a stereotype with all of his gym time, but it sure as shit paid off.
My eyes flitted over his broad shoulders and strong chest, to his bulging biceps and the muscles that roped from his shoulders to his hands. His abs were sculpted blocks that led from one to the other, creating perfect ladders across his torso.
For one absurd second, I had the intense urge to lean my head down and lick across the ridges of the hard muscle. His jeans hung low and loose on his hips, revealing those ‘fuck me’ lines that only some guys had. Guys who had been smiled upon by God himself and worked hard to keep them.
His golden skin was smooth and unmarked. Not a single tattoo in sight. I had noticed it at the beach the other day as well, but I had been distracted from my ogling by his probing questions about law school and the bar exam.
James dipped his head to take a nipple into his wet mouth. I nearly cried out loud when he scraped it with his teeth. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from making too much noise and tugged at his short hair with the other.
He teased the other nipple in the same way and ran his hands up and down my sides, finally clutching my ass as he released my nipple and licked a path over my stomach. He sank to his knees and looked up at me with a smoldering look in his eyes. He slowly rolled my drenched panties over my hips and let them fall to the floor.
He inhaled deeply, and his fingers dug into my ass as he used his grip to tug me towards him. My cheeks flushed. He was face to face with my sex. It was intimate in a way that I hadn’t experienced before.
I had never been comfortable with oral sex and went out of my way to avoid it unless I was slightly drunk and in the complete dark.
The way that James was looking at me erased any thoughts of discomfort. I found myself desperate for the feel of his mouth on me.
“Fuck, Gabbi. I can’t wait to taste you. I’ve wanted to taste you from the first time you kissed me.”
He leaned forward and ran his tongue up my seam, all the way to my clit, but not quite reaching it. I gasped. He repeated the movement, and I struggled to remember why I had never liked it. Hell, I wasn’t sure that I would remember my own name if someone were to ask for it right then.
“You taste so good, Gabbi. So sweet. I want to live here.” He moaned against my sex. He drew first one lip into his mouth, then ran his tongue up and down my seam before doing the same to other.
When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, my teeth bit into the finger that I still had clamped over my mouth as I desperately tried not to scream.
I wasn’t aware that one hand had let go of my ass until I felt his fingers glide up my thigh. He coated a fingertip with my wetness and groaned as he pushed it into me. His mouth on my aching bundle of nerves and his fingers stroking me with a steady rhythm had tension building inside of me with an intensity that I hadn’t known was possible.
My thighs trembled, and I felt his strong arm wrap around them to keep me steady as he licked and sucked and stroked me higher and higher, until the tension finally unwound in a flash of beautiful white light that had waves of pleasure crashing into me again and again.
James lapped up every last drop of my release and then sat back on his heels with a dreamy smile on his face. “I already want to do that again. You coming on my face is the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Whoa there, cowboy,” I managed to mutter. He pulled me to his lap and kissed me senseless. I tasted myself on his tongue.
In the past, it had grossed me out to no end. With James, my taste on his tongue was erotic, arousing even. Anything but gross.
I adjusted myself to straddle his hips and grazed the rock hard bulge in his jeans. He let out a slight hiss. His hands tensed on my hips, but he didn’t make any move to scamper on top me or demand that I return the favor. He wound his arms around me, kissing me until my body stopped trembling. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.” My hands dropped to his button, but he brought one hand up to catch my wrist.
His eyes were hooded and darkened as he fixed my gaze with his, but he tilted his head and searched my eyes. “We don’t have to do anything else.”
His voice was low and rough, thick with need. The muscles in his throat were working, but he was still all about me. Need started building in me again as I thought back to how desperate I’d felt just minutes ago.
It was insane how much it turned me on to know that he had that same desperate need for me and that I could be the one to relieve it, as he had done for me. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Thank God.” He shifted, and I lifted myself slightly so he could tug his jeans and underwear down in one movement. He grabbed a condom from the discarded jeans, ripped it open with his teeth, and I watched in fascination as he rolled it on.
A tingle ran down my spine as I realized just how much he needed me. It rolled all the way to my core where the ache was building once more.
He gripped my hips and guided me over him. The tip of his hard cock strained at my entrance. There. Almost.
Inch by glorious inch, he slid inside my slick core. He moaned as he slid deeper and deeper, his groan rumbling in his chest.
The sound spurred me to action. I planted my knees on either side of his hips and wrapped my arms around his neck for leverage. I pressed my lips to his as I started moving. He let me set the pace, but he made all these noises at the back of his throat that threatened to have me coming undone in no time.
James moved his hips in time with mine and thrust up as I came down. He captured a nipple in his mouth and flexed his fingers on my hips. His thighs started to quiver. He moved a hand between us and stroked my clit with the perfect pressure. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, Gabrielle.”
His low groan sent me flying over the edge. I pulsed and clenched at his cock, coming quick and hard. His groans ran together, louder, deeper, as if he couldn’t control them anymore. His voice became strained and his breathing ragged.
He let out one long moan before he sighed with pleasure. His breathing started to steady, and he held me close to him for few short minutes.
We had both come back to earth and realized that we couldn’t exactly laze around naked in the library. We scrambled for our clothes and tugged them on fast, falling over ourselves with laughter.
“You know, I still haven’t seen your house,” I said.
He didn’t skip a beat. “I’m having some renovations done. Maybe when they’re done, you can swing by. In the meantime, I’d like to spend some more time with you if you’re up for it?”
“I definitely wouldn’t mind that. Not at all.”