Obsessed (16 page)

“Relax,” I said.  “Stop being such a baby.  It could have been a lot worse.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one bleeding from your
head.
” said James.

“I was taking it easy on you,” I joked.  “You don’t wanna know what happens when I get really mad.”

“Who hits somebody with a coffee mug?  Why don’t you get a knife or something?  I’m gonna have to teach you how to use a gun.” said James.

“Yuck.  No guns.  Besides, it worked didn’t it?  I knocked you down with it.”

“You surprised me, that’s all.  I wasn’t expecting my girl to attack me with a kitchen utensil.”

Did he just call me his girl?

“Yeah, well, what made you think you could creep into a single girl's apartment in the middle of the night?  Didn’t think that one through too well, did ya?”

He looked me up and down.  “I guess not.” he said finally.  “I was just comin’ around to make sure you were doin’ okay.  Didn’t want to attract any attention, ya know?  But it seems like you have it all figured out for yourself.”

God, he was so sexy.  I liked the way he refused to baby me.  At first I thought he just felt responsible for me, but now I could see he wanted me.  It must have been so hard to admit he cared.

“I guess I have been a bit nervous lately,” I said.  “I’ve been kinda afraid to leave the apartment.”

He nodded.  “I know.  You went through a lot.”

There was a long, awkward pause.

“Should...should I be worried about something?”  I asked.

James shook his head slowly and his eyes drifted up to meet mine.  “I don’t think so,” he said.  “I just wanted to come down here to make sure.  I’m think they’re only after me.”

“Oh…”  I wanted to go to him, but I needed more answers.

“Why did you just leave me at your place like that?  I didn’t even know what was going on.  I was really scared.”

“I know,” he said.  “I left you a note but-”

“A note that didn’t really tell me anything,” I interrupted.

“Let me finish,” he snapped.  His glare was like ice.

“Sorry.” I whispered.

“Like I was saying, I left you a note, but I couldn’t say much in it.  It was for your own safety.  I had to figure a few things out first, just to...see what the situation was.  I know it wasn’t fair, but that’s the way it had to be.”

“Okay,” I said quietly.

“How have you been holding up?” asked James.

I slid down on the couch next to him and started to feel the emotions come back.  I really didn’t want to cry.  “I, uh, it’s been…”

He put his arm around me and squeezed tightly.  The warmth of his body against mine eased the my mind.

“Don’t worry about it now,” he said.  “Everything will be okay.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” I whispered.

He put his hand to the side of my face and caressed me.  It was rough and gnarled.  We sat in silence, looking at each other.  I think he found an odd sort of comfort in it too.

“I’ve been around these people for a long time,” he said.  “I know how the game works.  They need me.  I’ll be fine.”

His voice never wavered, but I had the sneaking suspicion he was lying to me.  Either way, I trusted him.  He hadn’t done anything to disappoint me yet, and if he said it would be okay, I believed him.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.  I wasn’t the greatest cook in the world, but there were a few dishes I was more than competent at making.  And I wanted to do something for him.

“You probably haven’t had a good meal in a while, let me make you something.”

A smile creased his face.  “Can I trust you in the kitchen?” he asked.

I didn’t quite follow him.  Was he asking if I could cook?  “Yeah, you know, I’m not an expert chef or anything, but-”

“No,” he said, “I mean, you’re not going to find anything in there you want to hit me over the head with, are you?  Like a rolling pin, or a frying pan?  Kitchen tools seem to be your weapons of choice.”

I shoved a throw pillow in his face.  “If you keep making fun of me, I’ll hit you with the kitchen sink!”

He laughed.  It was nice to hear him laugh.  So smooth and confident.

“No,” he said.  “But thanks for the offer.”

He saw the frown cross my face.  “Not an indictment on your cooking, or anything like that, I just can’t stay in the city long.  I need to get back to my spot.”

I scooted closer.  “Are you sure you can’t stay for just a little bit longer?”  I put dropped my hand down and rubbed my inner thigh.  His eyes followed and lingered between my legs.

“James, I think you can stay for a little while, can’t you?”

He leaned in close, letting our noses touch.  “I guess just a little while won’t hurt.”

His breath was hot on my neck.  For some reason I was really nervous around him this time.  It was more real...more
in the moment
now.

James placed one big hand on each of my shoulders and started massaging me from the front.  I wanted to fall into him and let him take me wherever he wanted to go.  His eyes were steely but passionate.

“Take this off for me,” he said, tugging at the bottom of my shirt.

I leaned back into the couch and pulled at it awkwardly.

“No.  Do it slowly.  Stand up.”

Hesitantly, I started to stand.  He slipped his hand under my butt and helped me to my feet.  There I was, in front of him, not quite sure how to proceed.

“Go on,” he said.

“James, I’m not really good at-”

“Yes you are.  Move your body, and see what happens.”

Totally unsure if I could trust my legs, I started to dance for him.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

I swayed, slowly at first, hoping the weakness in my knees would go away.  He made a little sound from somewhere deep in his chest that sounded like approval.

“Now your shirt,” he said.  “Take your time.”

I started at the bottom, unbuttoning one at a time.  As each popped free, I felt a strange confidence growing within.  When I got to the button at my breasts, I left it alone, allowing my shirt to flutter open around my bare stomach.

“Good, now-,” he started.

“Shhh.  Sit there and be quiet,” I told him.  A devilish grin crept on his lips.

I let my fingers trail from my hips down to my knees as I got into the dance a little more.  I popped the top button on my jeans and shimmied back and forth until they slid down to the middle of my backside.  Bracing myself against the coffee table, I turned away and bent over in front of him, continuing my little wiggle until the waistband was below the curve of my ass.

James leaned forward and spanked me.  It was a hard, unexpected slap which sent a jolt through my whole body.  The table scooted forward a few inches when I pushed off it to turn around.

“No touching, naughty boy.  Not yet,” I scolded.

His eyes gave a silent protest, but he stayed in his seat.  The energy humming off his body was nearly tangible.

“Do you want me, James?”

His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest.  The way he rolled his shoulders told me I was doing something right.

“Be patient,” I teased.

Now facing him, I let my pants drop the rest of the way to the floor.  As I stepped out of them, I hooked the back pocket with my toe and flipped them on to his head.  He bit his lip so he wouldn’t laugh.

I no longer felt unsure of what I was doing.  A month ago, if you had told me I would be standing before this big, imposing man in nothing but a half-buttoned white shirt and a pair of my little, lacy underwear, I think I would have melted.  But that feeling disappeared as quickly as it came, and now I felt only desire for him.  Something about the way he talked to me gave me courage.

I separated the shirt at the middle and spread it wide, like a pair of wings.  The threads stretched to their limits, and finally past, as the last two buttons gave way, letting the shirt fall open, and my ample breast to bounce forward.  There was a thickness in the front of his pants which was growing to big not to notice.  With a wink, I dropped the torn shirt over it.

Apparently that was too much for him.  He leapped forward like a lion pouncing on its prey.  One strong arm curled around me and he lifted me off the ground.  His other hand ran the length of my inner-leg until it met my aching mound at the middle.  He snatched my panties away in one fluid motion.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his worn-out, earthy clothes against my skin.  He shoved me back and let me support myself with only my legs.  The muscles in my stomach strained to keep me stable.  Like a man possessed, he ripped my bra off of my shoulders and down to my belly button.  Before the apartment’s cool air could touch my nipples, he enveloped them with his mouth.

Back and forth went his head as he sucked at my hard tips.  First teasing one, and then the other, with a flick of his tongue.  Each time he used his teeth to lightly pressure them, I clamped down harder on his waist with my legs.

I felt like a doll in his hands.  It didn’t seem possible that one person should have so much strength that he was able to toss another around so freely.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back so our mouths could meet.  He responded with a hard pinch of my butt.  He wasn’t so rough that he hurt me, but just rough enough to make me wetter than I had ever been.  He definitely tested the limits.

Our tongues mingled in a lustful embrace.  We sucked at each others lips and took turns exploring the others mouth.  He was warm and tasted sweet.  I could feel his hard cock beneath my butt where I rested against his legs.  It felt firm enough to support me by itself.  In my mind I told myself I would give myself to him, that I wouldn’t make him wait any longer.  But in truth, it was me who couldn’t stand to be separate from him.

I slid my thumbs under his arms and leveraged myself down to the floor.  He let me drop, while cradling my chin.  One of my knees landed on the top of his boot.  It felt rugged and real under me.  His studded belt came away in a couple of easy tugs.

I yanked at his jeans as he ran his fingers through my hair.  They gave way and unsheathed his flawless member.  It stood erect and throbbing just inches from my hungry lips.  I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.  James took a firm hold on my hair and positioned my mouth where he wanted it.  I licked my lips and relaxed myself to accept him.  As he push himself into me, I pursed my lips and pushed back against his head with my tongue.  He made a soft, guttural sound.

We moved in rhythm, him jutting his hips forward in time with the bobbing of my head.  I worked his dick until he neared climax.  He tried to pull back, to slow the pace, but I wouldn’t let him.  I kept him in my mouth and sucked harder.  Despite my best efforts, he maintained control.  Finally, I relented.  As I dropped down lower, he popped out of my mouth.  I let him rest against my cheek, then licked him from his base to the end of his shaft.  I think I felt the shiver that ran through him.  My tongue played over every inch.  When I started massaging his balls, he almost lost it.

“Katie, you surprise me more each time I see you.”  He was out of breath and sweating.

“Really?  And to think, we’re just getting started.”