Swallowing, I soften my voice. "I don't need anything else from you, James. Everything you do is perfect."
"Did you forget that I work with liars every day? I can smell them a mile away. What I don't understand is why you would lie about this. What am I doing wrong?"
Instead of answering, I reach out to grab his still erect cock and step closer to stroke him. I offer up a sweet smile, then drop to my knees and take him into my mouth before he has a second to say anything else.
Blow jobs. Catnip for men.
James groans deep in his throat. His hand fists the hair at the back of my neck and he rocks into me slowly. I suction my lips around his cock and place my hands on his ass to hold him to me. I can taste myself on him, and it's oddly erotic.
"You know I love your mouth, but you're doing this on purpose to avoid the conversation," he says, then leans forward to place his other arm on the window to hold himself up.
Wrapping my tongue around his warmth, I pull back with a pop of my lips and focus on the tip for a second before taking even more of him.
"Fuck, Aubrey." His voice is guttural, and I love that I can make him sound like that.
Suddenly, he pulls out, and I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and sit back on my knees, wondering what happened. "Get up."
James turns and walks to grab a chair. He picks it up and plants it right in front of a floor-length mirror. He takes a seat and spreads his legs, his sack heavy and full. He leans back and looks over at me. My teeth roll over my bottom lip, scraping the skin.
Standing, I walk to him. He holds his hand out and I take it, feeling that glow fill my chest again. There's something in his gaze that steals my breath as he guides me to stand between his legs and turns me around to face the mirror. His palms spread over my hips, caressing me, and he leans forward to kiss my back. His beard tickles my already heated flesh and it only heightens the touch.
"I love your body," he says between kisses, his voice low and raw. I watch him in the mirror. "I think about you all the time, you know. I love how your eyes flutter shut when you're about to orgasm, the little purr that comes out when you're coming, how your body turns lax and you just get lost in the moment. Let me show you why I get off when you do," he says, his teeth nipping my waist. "Spread your legs."
Forty-Five
Guiding my hips, James grips his cock and enters me slowly.
I hold my breath as he pulls my back to his chest as he slides all the way in. We both groan in unison at the warmth and friction. He picks up both of my knees and places them on the outside of his, making me fully exposed and vulnerable to him in this position. My inner thighs start to tremble, a violent shock reverberating throughout my body, and I let out a soft sigh. I grab his legs to ease some of the sensation, but he takes my hands and pulls them behind his back, then spreads our legs wide enough that my toes can't reach the ground anymore. That dreamy haze takes over my body and I'm tingling from head to toe, falling into an abyss.
"Leave them there," he orders, his voice reminding me of a lazy Sunday morning.
Fuck, it's too much, especially seeing us in the mirror like this. I squeeze my eyes shut and let my head fall back onto his shoulder. James skims his hands up my body, and he settles deeper into the chair—and in me. He wraps one hand around my waist, the other coming up to cup my throat. He applies pressure, fingers pressing into the column of my neck, and a warmth fills me, a sense of security and comfort I can't seem to explain. I relax into his body and allow myself to feel all of him. I allow myself to succumb to him for a few selfish moments.
"James." His name is a plea on my lips.
"There's something to be said about two people coming together," he says, his voice raw as it caresses down my neck. "The day could be shit, the absolute fuckin' worst kind of hell, but when you're with that person who just gets you, who makes you feel good just by smiling at them, who knows what you like, and likes it too, none of that shit matters anymore, because when you're lost inside them, everything fixes itself. Sex is like breathing air for me, and I think it may be that way for you too."
I open my eyes and meet his gaze in the mirror. He’s watching me, waiting for a response. I nod my head in silent agreement.
Unhurried, James starts moving inside me, my skin pricking in response. At this angle, it's different, better, deeper, and so fucking good. Tightening his hold on my neck, his fingers at my waist move and find my clit, and he ever so slowly circles it. My eyes roll shut and I let myself focus on the rapture slowly consuming me.
"Let me show you what you do for me that my wife can't. What no woman can but you. Let me show you why you fucking drive me insane. Let me show you why I need to be inside you. Why I want you. Why I need you all the time. Open your eyes and watch us."
Lifting my heavy lids, I watch as our bodies move together in the mirror in flawless harmony. My jaw slackens as James surges inside of me. The width of his cock from this view is frightening. From this angle, he looks painfully large. Yet, he's just perfect for me.
"You just want to be inside me because I'm new and fresh. That's all it is, James," I say, trying to downplay his words, but I can barely get the words out myself as I watch us with unabashed lust. "I think you want me even more now only because of who I am."
He drives into me hard and rough, then pauses. I try to move my hips away, but he pushes me down. My entire body lights up and I let out a loud, gasping breath.
"I wanted you way before that and you know it, so don't put words in my mouth and create dumb shit that's not there between us, sweetheart," he says, unwavering. "I won't allow it."
It's too much, too hot, too erotic. My thighs start shaking again and my heart is beating so fast from the desire rushing through me that I start rotating my hips on his, grinding down. I'm suspended in his arms and at his mercy, and I kind of love it. God, I want him to bend me over and take me hard. I want him to slap my ass and pull my hair and fuck me until I can't walk. Between the way he's touching me and the way he's fucking me, my orgasm is back and climbing fast.
"James, please," I say, begging. He doesn’t know I'm begging him to stop, though.
"Tell me why you lied."
I suck in air between my teeth and grind my jaw. "Please."
"Tell me."
I cave and tell him the truth because it's right there, hovering, and fighting it is a impossible when it comes to James Riviera making me feel like this.
"Christine doesn't want us to indulge in pleasure at Sanctuary Cove for a few reasons. We’re not allowed to come until the client does since we're being paid an exorbitant amount of money. It's not about us—it's about the client and meeting their needs. It helps to keep from getting attached. I like the rule—it's usually not hard not to come anyway—and it helps keep my mental space in check. But with you, it's the struggle of my fucking life every time."
"Guess what?" he says, and my eyes meet his hard ones in the mirror. "We're not at Sanctuary Cove, and our deal is just between us. There's no reason for you not to give me everything."
My heart can’t take it. I shake my head, and he just keeps gliding in and out of my pussy like he owns it.
"But I need to keep it that way, emotionally it's important for me, and I think you understand why. I'm trying not to get attached to you, and viewing you as a client helps me keep everything separate." I pause, holding my breath. "I don't want to come."
James leans in and peppers kisses over my neck. The way he's with me makes it so easy for me to think what we’re doing is more than what this is, that he actually likes me romantically. It's stupid, I know it is. It really is just sex, but there's something hidden under his touch that fires up my soul when he's with me that's hard to ignore.
"Sweetheart, I think it's safe to say we're past both those points. You're coming, and you got attached to me the moment you started refusing me as a client months ago, you just don't want to admit it."
I hate that he's right. "I don't want to lose myself."
James turns my head to face him. Our lips are so close, the rawness shifting between us undeniable. "Then get lost inside me and I'll take care of us. I need you to, because I'm already lost to you. I'm fucked, Aubrey. I don't know what I'm going to do, because I already know when our time is up I'm not going to be able to watch you walk away. I'm just not. I don't know what our future holds, but I do know I want you in it."
James captures my lips with his and then we're lost to each other. What he says is exactly what I fear, because I feel the same. My heart is about to burst. He's swelling inside of me, and even though he told me to leave my hands where they are, I reach up to cup the back of his head so I can kiss him with the same passion he gives me. James fills me completely, hitting all the places he shouldn't.
"Just let go," he whispers against my lips, but I shake my head.
James keeps his thrusts at a steady rhythm, building an incredible rise roaring through me. The pleasure makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs, it's so good.
"Let go," he orders again, his voice low and in control. "Fly with me."
I shake my head, breathing heavily, relentless in my effort to fight it.
His fingers stop circling my sensitive clit only to take it between two fingers and pinch it so hard I see stars… And then I’m coming. That's all I needed. I let go then, allowing my body to revel in this man. James thrusts a little harder, but not faster, and starts to come with me.
The way our bodies move together, it's beautiful and all-encompassing. There's no way to contain the whimpers in my throat as I climax around him. Skin sinfully flush against skin, our lips are painted in passion and the sex is forming a tether between us that I’ve been fighting since the start.
And yet, right now, I don't care. Right now, I live in the moment with him.
"James," I whisper against his mouth. I don't know what I'm asking for or saying. I wonder if he can feel my heart and the somersaults it's doing. "What was that?"
"Look at us," he says, and I do.
My chest is flushed, my breasts full and nipples rosy pink. James is still swollen and deep inside me. Thick white cum seeps out my pussy and onto the chair. There's so much, and it's so overwhelmingly sensual that I can't stop looking at us. I clench my pussy around his cock and he groans. James loosens his hold on my neck and I melt into him. I'm sated, knowing this incredible feeling is something I can't put into words.
His nimble fingers gently, tenderly, sweep over my clit. My stomach dips and I exhale a breathless sigh when he uses his fluid to caress me. I feel like I'm floating on a cloud, like I'm high, and I don't want to move.
"I like you like this," he says, his voice laid back. "I love how you're open to me and letting me just touch you."
I want to say something slick, like "for five million you can do whatever you want," but I don't. Truth is, even without the money, I would let him touch me like this.
"I could stay like this all night," I say quietly.
"Don't hold back with me, Aubrey." My gaze lifts to his. Fuck. I don’t know why those words tug at my heartstrings, but they do. "I like seeing you explode. It makes me feel good to see you happy."
"I feel like I should get up and do something for you. Like I'm supposed to be taking care of you."
"Stay where you are. This is exactly what I wanted," James says. "Do you want to come again?"
My teeth dig into my bottom lip and I nod. "I'm not far, but I can wait for you so we can finish together."
"No, I just want to watch you in the mirror like this. Don't use your hands and try not to move your hips. I'm not going to drive into you. Just focus on how you still have my cock hard and how my fingers move slow while I tease the fuck out of your clit. It's about control, a slow fucking burn, and if you hold still and let me take care of you like this, I promise it will be better than anything."
Licking my lips, I think about his words and how anxious I am. How I've never had a man just play with me before, but it's something I could get used to.
"James?"
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
I guide his free hand to my nipple and show him how I like it played with. I capture his lips with mine and I don't hold back as I kiss him, well, like I'm making love to him. He senses a shift in my actions and surprises me by meeting my desire. I kiss him deeply, madly, and freely, giving all of me, knowing there's no chance fighting it anymore.
"I want to fuck you so bad right now," I say, my voice raspy. "God, you make me feel so good."
"Slow and steady. I'm going to make you come on my cock like this." He pinches my nipple, giving it a little tug and my back bows from the pain. "I can't wait to feel your pussy tighten around my cock and watch your body unravel in the mirror again. It's so fucking hot. I can stay like this all night and into the morning, if you want."
"I want what you want," I say automatically, and I do. "Honestly. If you want to sit just like this and play with me, who am I to say no to that?"
I give him a lazy smile and he returns it. He switches up his motions and moves his fingers in a circle, then a soft pinch, and back to a circle. He does this a few more times until I'm gasping and trying to kiss him again, but he won't let me. His mouth is just as bad as his fingers and while he doesn't kiss me, he does. Just our tongues twirl erotically around each other's and I can feel myself growing even wetter.
"God, James, how do you do it? I'm so close," I say, and James slowly and just right, pushes in a little deeper, and I’m coming again. "Ah, oh…"
"Don't move," he says, then lifts his eyes to watch in the mirror. My nose grazes his neck and I close my eyes, letting myself fall into the intensity of the orgasm.
James was right. Letting go of my control and transferring it to him is empowering. I'm shocked by how it crashes through me and takes over my body without remorse.
Little gasps and pants exhale from my throat as I ride the wave, ride James. I swoop my arms under his and latch onto his biceps, and my legs wrap around his calves as the pleasure wracks through my body so violently. What James can make me feel, I could almost cry from it.
Forty-Six
James took control of my body all night long in front of the mirror, continually insisting that he gets off by making me feel good, and I decided before I fell asleep that I would treat him in the morning. I never thought anything could be so erotic, but last night was intoxicating and something I wish I could have all the time. Although, I guess for the next year I can, but afterward…
Blinking, I brush the thought away, not wanting to think about that just yet.
Like most men, he's asleep with raging morning wood. I already know what I'm going to do, but before I climb on him, I allow myself to take in his naked body while he sleeps.
I don't know what time we went to bed—it was late—but it didn't take long for us to fall into a deep slumber. Limbs entwined, I don't think either one of us moved for hours.
As I watch the sunlight cascade over his masculine form, I wonder what goes on behind closed doors with his wife, because the way he took me last night was like a man starving to feel and a need to care for someone. It's not normal, and I can't help but feel bad and understand now why he pays for sex. No marriage should lack something like intimacy. His longing, his desire for something deeper, echoes through my veins. I want to give him what he wants. Almost like a craving to make him happy. Is it in his touch, the way he looks at me and accepts all of me without disgust? Or how he banters with me and it just feels so damn natural between us that I always want to do it?
Or is it just the fact that he's paying me?
I sigh, wishing I knew.
"Are you gonna get up and fuck me or are you gonna be lost in your thoughts all day?" James asks, his voice still groggy. I start giggling, not expecting that.
"You knew I was awake?"
He peeks at me with one sleepy eye, and smirks. My heart feels full looking at him.
"Yeah, sweetheart."
The smile falls
from my face a little at the nickname. I like when he calls me that, but now I wonder if he calls the other girls that too.
"What's wrong?"
I shake it off, casting my gaze down. "Nothing," I say as I get up on my knees and straddle him.
James helps me, and I can feel the weight of his eyes on me. He places his hands on my hips as I reach for his cock and slide down on it. We both groan at the warmth of us connecting, like it's where we're supposed to be, and take a moment to allow that powerful feeling to spread through our veins.
"Look at me." My eyes shift to his. "Tell me."
I swallow, licking my lips. "I just wondered if you call all the girls sweetheart, then I realized it's dumb to even wonder that because it's none of my business."
He thrusts into me, pulling my hips down to meet him. "Only you."
"Liar," I gasp.
"I don't even call Katherine sweetheart. I don't call her anything, actually. You're the first woman I've wanted to give an endearment to in many long years. Just felt natural, I guess."
My cheeks bloom with heat and I feel stupidly giddy. I smile at that. James sits up so we're chest to chest and then he takes control. I love how he knows exactly what both of us need—and like. It doesn't take long until we’re both climaxing on breathless moans and sighs.
I fall back onto the bed and smile dreamily up at the ceiling. "What a way to wake up," I say. After a few minutes of blissful harmony in his arms, something dawns on me. My voice lowers to a quiet tone, slowing the pulse of my heart. Unsure. "What are you going to tell your wife when she asks why you didn't come home?"
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