Indulgence (182 page)

He looked at me like I’d sprouted a second head. Laughing
softly he said, “Is that what this is about, you running out this morning? You
think because you’re clumsy I don’t want you?”

“Yes?” I felt like a complete dolt once he said it out loud.

“You’re more genuine than anyone I’ve ever met. You’re a
little clumsy, so what? Your feelings are written all over your face and have
been since the first time we locked eyes. It took every ounce of control I had
not to claim you as my own every time I saw you at the bar. Admittedly, I lost
control in the elevator. I had planned to take it slower with you.” He was all
smiles and I felt myself melting again. I was transfixed on his face and ran my
hands over the stubble on his face then back through his hair. “Besides, I’m
fond of the shirt you’re wearing and I need it back.”

I laughed, “Shut up.”

“I can’t believe you ran down the hall in only my t-shirt.”

“I don’t know. I’ve grown attached to the shirt. You may
have to fight me for it. And look at you. You ran down the hall in only your
sleep pants.”

Holy hell, he wasn’t wearing a shirt
. Why hadn’t I
noticed that before? I’d been itching for months to run my hands over his
chest. I placed my hands on his chest and noticed him suck in his breath. I
flashed my eyes to his face and realized his eyes were closed. He stood in
front of me while I remained sitting on the counter. I took my eyes back to his
chest and took in the tattoo covering his right shoulder. It was a dragon that
spanned from the top of his shoulder down his whole upper arm. I traced it with
my fingers, “This is beautiful.”

“Thank you, Blackbird. You like it?” He was practically
panting as my lips kissed his shoulder. I spread my legs and pulled him closer
to me. “I’ll take that as a yes.” His hands trailed up and down the tops of my
thighs.

“Why do you call me Blackbird?”

“Why do you think?”

I looked into his eyes, not sure what to think. I ignored
his question and went back to admiring the dragon, “This must’ve taken hours?”

He chuckled, “Maybe.” He increased the pressure on my thighs
and moved a little closer. “Do you have any other tattoos, Cassidy?”

He tasted almost as good as he smelled. I kissed from his
tattoo, across his collar bone and licked up his neck to his ear before pulling
his lobe into my mouth and breathed heavily, causing him to shudder.

“Maybe.”

He groaned. “Cassidy…”

“I know how you can find out,” I whispered.

Phoenix

~ CASSIDY ~

I pulled back to look at him and he dove onto my mouth. I
moaned out in surprise and wrapped my legs around him, with my heels resting
against the curve of his ass. His hands held my face to his and I couldn’t get
enough of his tongue. He abandoned my mouth and continued his trek down my jaw
to my neck.

I was kneading the massive expanse of his back feeling his
arousal bounce on my thigh. I shifted myself, tucking him tightly against the
center of my body. He let out a growl that caused my skin to tremble. My breasts
were heavy and aching for his touch. Like he could read my mind, he conquered
my right breast with his mouth while the other got relief from his hand. My
head fell back as I relished his touch through
my
shirt.

The anticipation was killing me. I wanted him, needed him. I
reached down between us and pulled the cord that kept his sleep pants in place.
They loosened just enough to grant access to my hands. I seized his cock and he
bucked into my hand.

“Dammit Cassidy. Be careful, you’re playing with fire.” He
was large—larger than anyone I’d ever been with—but I was up to the task.

“I like fire. Burn me if you must.” I loved how quickly we
responded to each other’s little quips. Before I was aware of it, he yanked the
shirt off of me and smothered me with the heat of his body.

James ran his hands over my ribcage while asking, “Is it
finished? It’s beautiful.”

I raised my head to see what he was referring to. He found
one. It was kind of hard to miss with my shirt off. “Only thing left to add is
color.”

“Are there any more?”

“Maybe.” I smirked as he growled at my limited response.

His growl was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. He pulled me
back against him as the hard length of his manhood pressed against my panties.
I rotated my hips and whimpered when a surge of passion ran through us
simultaneously. His hands seized my hips as he thrust against me, causing my
insides to churn.

“James, please don’t make me beg.” I was panting like a dog
in heat as he licked his way down my abdomen. He circled my navel while his
hands traveled down and under my ass and began squeezing. “Oh, God!”

“I thought I told you to call me James?” He lifted his head
and I could see the smile in his eyes.

I breathed his name and he smiled, returning to his task. I
couldn’t take much more and felt his hand travel up the center of my body as he
pushed me down on my back to the cold countertop and I jumped in surprise.

“You’re cold.”

“Only my back. It’s a nice contrast to the heat of…” I
didn’t finish my statement because I was fighting off another convulsion.

“The heat of what, Cassidy?”

His tongue was running along the band of my panties. I
couldn’t even process coherent words. I’d never been tortured like that and
didn’t know how much more I could take. I cried out in expectation and frustration.

“Do you want me?” He asked the question as his teeth tugged
on my panties and his hand helped slip them down my hips. I raised my ass to
help him with his task. “Let’s see if you’re ready.”

“God, yes I want you. I’m ready, James, please.” I couldn’t
stop squirming under his gaze. I tried to pull him closer with my legs and
heard him lightly chuckle.

“Patience, Cassidy.”

Every time he said my name like that I swear my clit
throbbed a little more. I felt his gaze, down there, examining and my instinct
was to close my legs.

“Oh no you don’t. I
want
to see you. You’re open for
me and so beautiful.” He planted a chaste kiss in my well-manicured curls.
Before I had a chance to object, his fire-hot tongue pierced my center and did
one torturous lick upwards, ending at my clit.

“Ohhhhh!” It was half groan half scream.

“You’re ready.” He was panting as he abruptly stood and
pulled me off the counter to meet his face. He threw my arms over his
shoulders. “Hang on.”

I bound my legs around his hips eager for him to thrust into
me; he didn’t oblige. I cried out in despair as he walked across the suite,
toward the bedroom, with me wrapped tightly around him.

“Soon, baby. You deserve a proper fucking in a bed, not on a
counter.”

“The counter is fine for fucking.” His hands dug into my ass
and yanked me closer as I sucked on his ear. He picked up his pace and I could
feel his shaft bounce against my rear with each step he took. “You’re killing
me, James.”

“I’m not sure I’m the one doing the killing here, Cassidy.”

Finally in the softly lit bedroom, he walked to the bed and
pulled the folded quilt to the floor. Before I could stop him, he peeled me
from his body and let me fall to the bed. The satin sheets beneath me were cool
and felt wonderful. I stretched out and reveled in the feel of the sheets
against my body.

He started a slow crawl up the bed. Kneeling between my
legs, he reached down and grabbed my calf. He lifted it up until my foot was in
his palm, smiled wickedly at me before sucking my big toe into his mouth.

I wasn’t prepared for this foreign act, but threw my head
back enjoying the odd sensation. “Oh God, that feels good.”

His mouth worked up my leg as his hands made their way to my
hips. Soon his mouth was kissing my ribcage and breasts while his hands moved
to mold the muscles in my neck. His face was above mine and I could feel his
steel erection on my thigh. I tried shifting under his weight but he had me
pinned to the bed.

“James, if you don’t fuck me soon, so help me!” I didn’t
even know what I meant by that statement.

His hands were on each side of my head as he pushed himself
up on his arms. He positioned his shaft to lay at my opening, wiggled and then
looked at me alarmed. “You cuss like a sailor, you know that?” He was grinding
on my pelvis, causing spasms that reached all the way down to my toes. “What
will you do if I don’t fuck you, Cassidy?”

I was dying from anticipation and lost for words. “I don’t
know what I’ll do. You’re driving me mad.”

“What did you mean then?” He placed tiny kisses all over my
face.

“Please, James, I need you inside me, now!” I grabbed his
ass and dug my nails in. I got the groan of approval that I was looking for.

He was beaming with pride now while I was blushing. I
grabbed his face and pulled his lips to mine. He met my tongue and we were
beyond hungry for each other.

He whispered into my mouth, “Do you have any condoms?”

I looked at him startled. “Shit.” I just brought an
overnight bag and didn’t plan for that. “Let me check my purse.” He jumped off
me and I got up to find my purse.
Please let there be a condom in there.
I
was digging through my purse and checked the concealed zipper.
SCORE!
I’d never been so thankful to find a condom in my life.

“Did you find one?” His arms went around me as he bit my
neck.
Where the hell did he come from?
I didn’t even hear him leave the
bed.

I held the condom up in the air between us as he turned me
to face him. He attacked my mouth only the way he could. Snatching the foil
packet from me, he walked me backward to the bed. We fell back on the bed as he
kissed me. Soon, he pulled back and we were both so out of breath we were damn
near wheezing.

“James, please.” He got up on his knees in an instant and
ripped the condom from the wrapper. “Let me.” I took the condom from him and he
tensed in response. I pulled myself up far enough to attend to my duty. He was
quite large and I couldn’t wait for him to plummet into me.

I placed the condom on the tip of his damp arousal, wrapped
my hand around his shaft and looked up into his eyes. His cheeks were puffing
as I slid the condom down in place and then pulled him to me.

He steadied himself over me and I felt him at my entrance,
closing my eyes to savor the moment.

“Cassidy, look at me. I want to see your eyes.”

As my eyes opened and focused on his, he pushed the tip of
his cock inside me. His eyes fluttered for a moment and I reached up to stroke
his chest. He opened his eyes and they were that vibrant green again.

“James, fuck me,
now
.” He drove all the way into me
and I let out a scream. It was both pleasure and a tiny bit of pain as I grew
accustomed to his size. My nails gripped his arms, “You feel so good.”

“Are you ok? I’m being careless.” He looked at me concerned.

“I’m perfect. Please don’t stop!”

He pulled out to the tip and slammed back in, barely giving
me time to adjust. He did this over and over again; I was nearly in tears
because it felt so good. I wrapped my legs around his back as he dropped to his
elbows and plunged his tongue into my mouth with the same force his cock was
hammering into me.

With his arms underneath me, I felt like I was floating
above the bed. I was on a James fuck ride and I loved every second of it. His
slick back forced me to tighten my hold. He showed no mercy and I began losing
control as he started swiveling his hips. I gasped for breath as we were nose
to nose.

“James, you feel incredible…”

“No baby, that’s
you
who feels incredible.”

I flashed a quick smile as I threw my head back on another
thrust. He started sucking and licking down my neck.

“I’m so close, oh I never, oh God…”

He picked his head up and looked slightly concerned. “You
never what?”

My head was spinning; I was so close. My whole body was a
tensed up ball of sexual frustration. “I’ve. Never. Come. During. Intercourse.
Not like this.” Each word was a statement. Oh God, he was slowing down. I
shrieked at him, “DON’T STOP!”

“Don’t hold back, Cassidy. Hang on to me.”

He pushed himself up slightly and the angle of his hips had
his penis hitting my reclusive sweet spot. I didn’t think it was possible,
probably because no one had ever managed to find it. I’d never felt like this;
so full and ready to implode. I couldn’t reach around his back at that angle so
I hooked my arms under and around his shoulders.

He growled out, “You hanging on?”

My barely audible voice whispered, “Yes.”

He lost all abandon and started fucking me harder. I didn’t
think he had ‘harder’ in him. I tightened my hold as the spasms got more
frequent. I tensed around his shaft even tighter, which solicited a groan from
him.

“I’m so close…” Over and over again he pumped into me. I
wouldn’t be able to walk the next day and I didn’t care. He swiveled and rocked
and thrust. My body was ready, even though my soul wanted it to continue
forever. “Don’t stop, oh, I’m going to come. James, please don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop, Cassidy. Come for me, baby.”

Warm sensations shot out from my womb to the tips of my toes
and the top of my head. I was moaning as my release overtook me. My thighs were
locked so tight around him while I milked him. He dropped back down on top of
me and quickened his pace. I threaded my hands in his hair and jerked his mouth
to mine.

“You’re driving me crazy with that squeezing of yours,” he
panted into my mouth.

“That’s the point.” I smiled and tugged his hair, still coming
down from my own high. “I want
you
to come.” My words seemed to set him
off. He ferociously drove into me a couple more times as the convulsions took
him over.