The Mad British (17 page)

We break apart. James’ face is wild, his breathing laboured. “I want to take you up against this wall right now, Adelaide.” His voice is gruff, tortured.

“Anything you want,” I breathe out, repeating his words back to him. I grab the front of his leather jacket and yank him down. "I should have never left that morning. Take me out of here.
Now
."

We end up folded together again on the pavement, and somehow James manages to hail a taxi, the driver giving us a long distasteful stare as I practically jump in after and pull James' body to me, planting hard kisses on his neck.

James pulls something out of his pocket and pushes it through the slits in the clear plastic partition. "For your trouble," he gasps, as I push him against the door and attack him again.

A second later, the taxi driver suddenly perks up. "Thank you, my friend. You can make as many babies as you want to back there."

I would bet anything that James slipped him a hundred. I giggle through another kiss as he rips my scarf off. I grab his head, steadying myself. His eyes are glassy, and such a cloudy blue, that I take a moment to remind myself to try and mix the shade later.

I kiss him, gentle and long, feeling the heat from his mouth, and moments later, we are entangled again, breathing and writhing against the cramped backseat.

The driver clears his throat. "I'm sorry to interrupt, my friend, but where am I taking you?"

I surface and blurt my address. James stops his kisses on my neck and pulls back. "It's all right," I reassure him.

The flat is dark when we stumble through the front door. Cheshire is perched on the countertop eating leftover cheese from a plate, his eyes narrowed as if he’s challenging us to move him. But I’m only concerned with James’ lips, and I clasp his shirt, tugging him tight against me. It’s all the encouragement he needs. He moans, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I grind my body against his, feeling his arousal throbbing against my stomach.

He pulls away, yanking off his leather jacket and I follow suit. He grins wickedly and then tries to yank my dress up over my head, but in his enthusiasm, I hear a slight rip. "I never really liked this dress anyway," I say hurriedly, wrapping my arms round the back of his neck and desperately assault kisses on it.

"I think we should continue this in a more private place,” he murmurs. “We’re being watched." He looks toward Cheshire. We both quietly laugh and I lead James by the hand through the darkness to my room.

Oh no. . .

Before opening the door fully, I hesitate, feeling rooted to the spot. "It's, uh, a little dirty."

“Good. I like dirty.”

He pushes me in and closes the door behind us. Pressing me hard against the door, his fingers brush my hair away from my neck. He holds my gaze for a beat and my pulse speeds up as I flush under his stare. He begins to trace my body—similar to the way I’d done earlier with the mural—the gentle pressure from his fingertips sending ripples of want through my body.

I’m sure we could have heard a pin drop in the silence of the room as we stare each other down for a long, sensual moment. My tongue flicks out over my lower lip and he immediately tracks it, his heated eyes darkening as he flicks them back to my own.

He seems to want to say something, his lips parting, but instead he closes his mouth. I let out a shaky breath the instant before my hands go to the top button of his shirt and start undoing them, one after the other.

"Whatever you want," I murmur.

He shrugs out of his shirt. "Adelaide. . ." Our lips fuse together immediately, his hands tangling into my hair as I practically tackle him. The momentum pushes me back hard against the door, but I don’t care, because when he grips my neck and hair tightly, it makes me gasp out loud in pleasure. “You’re going to drive me to madness.”

I push him backward toward my bed, and take in the curved, well-developed muscles of his shoulders and biceps. I run my hands along them. “Madness is a great place to start. You’re gonna love it.”

He leans down to take my mouth again when my hands move to his belt, deftly undoing it and pulling it apart so I can pop the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. I try to push him again toward the bed, trying to take control, but he grabs my arms and spins me round, grinning devilishly as he pushes me backwards onto the bed. He stares down at me as he snakes his jeans down over his hips, shucking his socks along the way.

Taking off my boots, I shove a few sketchbooks and a bar of chocolate to the floor, slightly apologetic that I hadn’t made the bed that morning. “Seriously babe, do you think I give a damn right now?”

He moves onto the bed where I’m sitting up, my hands propped behind, and leans over me. He runs a hand slowly up my leg, over my knee, and up my thigh, my body spiking with need. I lie down, letting out a soft, anticipatory moan.

In hindsight, it was a poor decision to wear this outfit. My dress zips up at the side, and even with my burlesque training there is no way to remove it in any way that will be even remotely sexy. I have to sit up and wiggle it over my shoulders, and then lift it over my head. James is smirking at me.

"What?"

"Nothing," he says, clearly amused about something. We turn serious very quickly as he unclasps my bra and lays me back down on the bed. He slowly inches my knickers down over my hips, and I gulp, lifting up, my eyes raking over his hard, muscled body, inked in the blue moonlight coming from the window.

He is utterly in control of me now.

He nudges my legs open and leans down, settling himself between them as he returns his lips to mine for more slow, torturous kissing. I could come just from this moment. Just from this touch.

His tongue slowly strokes mine with the tip before twisting round it. His lips close over my bottom one, drawing it into his mouth and suckling gently. He kisses along my jawline until he finds my weak spot.

I am going to die just from this.

I lift my hips against his. "James, please," I whimper. I moan when he thrusts his hips back against mine, pressing me to the bed.

"You’re talking too much," he mumbles against my skin, sending little vibrations rippling over the surface. "I need to taste every inch of you."

Chills flood my body and my hands slide down his side, gripping his hips. He continues his downward trajectory, placing suckling kisses slowly down my neck. Dipping his head, he draws my nipple between his lips and into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it. He pulls away from it languidly; his lips tight round it, before turning his attention to my other breast. I squirm beneath him, whining softly.

I feel him smile against my skin. "Stay still," he orders. He trails a line of kisses down my tummy, dipping his tongue into my belly button as his large calloused hands come up to squeeze my breasts. I moan again and grip his wrists with trembling hands.

"James," I whine again, and gasp loudly when I feel his lips make their way down my hipbone, sending blazing hot threads of desire through me.

"Shssh," he breathes against my skin, squeezing my breasts again. His warm breath heats my skin as he teases me, pressing his lips to my inner thigh, and then the other, back and forth until he reaches my centre. I am shaking now, anticipating the feeling, and I know I won’t last long.

I hear him inhale deeply and realise he is taking in my scent. He moans softly from between my legs the instant before I feel his tongue lap deeply against me. I practically leap off the bed at the sensation, gasping a string of curses. He quickly moves his hands to my hips to clamp me tightly in place while he continues to work his lips and tongue against me. He closes round my clit and draws it into his mouth, swirling his tongue against it. My hands fist into the bedding as I bite my tongue to suppress a scream.

The tip of his tongue dips lower along my slit, parting me, before swirling into me gently. I gasp, feeling his tongue move in and out of me, and my building orgasm warms my lower stomach. His tongue slowly slides out and teases my clit until I can’t take it anymore.

It feels like all that is me, is burning up in an instant of white-hot fire, as the waves of pleasure shoot through me.

He slides up my body, his eyes dark with lust, and I reach out to grab his head, pulling him in close to devour his lips with my own. I want to taste me in him. He gives me his tongue and I suck against it eagerly, tasting myself and loving it. For a moment he kisses me with almost violent passion, his tongue never leaving my mouth, getting off on me enjoying my own taste. One hand digs hard into my hair, while the other reaches down between my legs, teasing my nub, and then his fingers thrust inside of me.

My eyes fly open when he curls his fingers upward inside. He opens his eyes and looks into mine, watching as I pull my mouth from his to moan again. My heart stops as warmth begins to flood me again, my body starting to tremble.

"Do it," he commands in my ear, never letting up with his fingers. He latches onto my earlobe, and I clench down and tighten round his fingers before coming again. This time the waves are sharper, and deeper, coming from inside of me. I moan breathlessly into his ear and feel him grow even harder.

I curse, clutching his back, my nails digging deep into his skin, making him hiss with pain. I push against him, forcing him onto his back. His hand never lets up out of my hair and he tugs it, forcing my head down to kiss me deeply again.

I move my mouth down to his neck, and he grunts in pleasure when my tongue finds his nipple. I straddle him and feast my eyes onto the ridges of his heavily muscled stomach, and lean down to outline each muscle with the tip of my tongue, following the tattoo curving round his side. I continue, tracing the skin just over the waistband of his briefs, and I love the way he sucks in his breath and jerks in his underwear.

I reach down to grasp the elastic with both hands and yank it down over his hips and thighs, down until I pull the briefs off completely. I reach for him, taking him in my hand, realising that while I’d known he was large from our previous encounter, he now feels even bigger than I’d remembered.

I stroke him for a moment, watching as his eyes close and his head falls back on the pillow. I hold him tight and swirl my fist up and down his length. His hand suddenly closes over mine.

"Babe," he rasps throatily.

I know that is supposed to be a signal, something to let me know he isn’t going to last much longer if I keep this up. I know that, but I bob my head anyway and before he can move, I take his length in my mouth.

He hisses, his hand fisting into my hair. His eyes fix on me, watching my cheeks suck round him as my head bobs up and down, taking more of his length into my mouth and throat. He lets out a stream of hushed curses as my eyes meet his, crinkling at the corners to let him know I am loving every inch of him.

I reach his tip and squeeze my cheeks round it hard, as my tongue swirls over the top. I move my mouth up and down and round his tip, squeezing out some of his sweet nectar. Tasting him, I moan deep in my throat and slide all the way back down on him.

"Fuck," he hisses. His other hand snakes into my hair and he tugs, gently but insistently. I reluctantly remove my mouth from him, desperate to feel him come inside my mouth, and swipe my hand over my lips as I slowly sit up. He sits up too, pulling me in for a deep, searching kiss. My hands come to his shoulders first and then wrap round his neck and head, pulling him as close as I can.

He flips me onto my back, puts protection on, and presses me into the bed. “Christ, I want you in so many ways.” He seems to tip over some kind of precipice then and he fists one hand into my hair while the other runs up my side, leaving a little trail of goose bumps on my skin in his wake.

He pulls my nipple into his mouth with his tongue and sucks it while he reaches down to take a hold of himself. He slides his tip up and down my slippery folds, teasing me, and the feeling of his tip just against my sex is enough to make me want to come right there.

My legs spread wide for him and he brings his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply while he slowly enters me. My walls shudder round him and stretch to let him in when he pushes the rest of his member into me at once. I gasp sharply.

He begins to move slowly at first, hitting me deep as he returns to my mouth. My hips lift with every thrust, pushing back against him. He nuzzles my neck and my hand reaches back to grab a pillow, while the other grips the back of his head. He picks up his pace slightly, his cock pumping into me deliciously. He pulls out of me suddenly and rolls onto his back, taking my hands to help me straddle him. “You said you wanted to be on top, love.” A smirk plays across my lips, still trembling from my most recent peak, and my centre slides against his thigh, moving over him. He pushes himself up slightly so his back is halfway up against the headboard. “I've wanted to do this the moment I saw you in those black stockings. I can’t get that image out of my head.”

I take his hands and settle them on my hips, squeezing my hands over his to make him tighten his grip. His tongue sweeps his bottom lip between his teeth briefly as he squeezes me tightly. I spread my thighs wide on either side of him, slowly lowering myself down onto him.

He curses when I roll my hips until he’s completely buried inside. I begin moving my hips in a slow, forward rolling motion. The sensation is incredible and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. My heart thumps out of control as he slides a hand up the middle of my body, before dropping his hand to where I am flushed against his pelvis, and starts to stroke my tender, hard little nub in time with my slow, deep thrusts. My eyes latch onto his and I reach out to grip his hair as I slowly ride him.