22. Yara

Chapter 22

Yara

J ames swiped his rough fingers up and down my body in the shower. He had already thoroughly cleaned me, and it had done nothing to calm my nerves.

One hand reached down to my clit, pinching it lightly. I clenched around the plug letting out a breathy moan.

“You are perfection.” His voice was saturated in emotion.

I shifted, looking up into his eyes. This man was affecting me more than I cared to admit. I had planned for this to be a one time thing, at least with him, but now I wasn’t so sure.

I was melting with every word he spoke, with every touch.

He was filling some hidden part of my soul that had been lacking for too long.

It was almost terrifying how much I wanted this man to stick around. To become a permanent fixture in my life.

But how would that even work? My feelings for Kazi had not diminished, and furthermore, Mateo was slowly carving his way into my heart.

James’s fingers traced the line of one particularly nasty scar up my stomach, digging into the flesh, pulling me out of my inner turmoil.

Of wondering what was wrong or right.

His face darkened as he focused on the blemish, but then his lips curled. “Get me ready to stuff you again, will you, honey?” His guttural voice sent shockwaves across my skin .

Usually, I didn’t like to be directed with what to do. I liked to be the one in control, but the way he spoke? His voice?

I dropped carefully to my knees in the shower, enjoying the roughness of the tile, and the way the position squeezed the plug in my cunt.

My hand reached out to his impressive cock. I could see now why he hadn’t expected it to fit. I’m not quite sure how it did.

Or how I would be stuffing it into my mouth.

Separating my lips, I took in his velvet tip and swirled my tongue.

“That’s so good, show me how much you want me to fuck you again.” His hand wrapped into my wet hair, but he didn’t force his way further. Instead, he held me gently, allowing me to go at my own pace.

I opened my mouth a bit more, slowly moving my head forward and forcing him to the very back of my throat.

He groaned in appreciation and it sent desire shooting directly to my throbbing core.

I swallowed around him at the very back of my throat, using my hand to wrap around the remainder that wouldn’t fit.

Hollowing my cheeks, I began to experiment, using his noises as guidance. I found he particularly liked it when I tongued his tip before pushing him aggressively down my throat.

After repeating a few times, he let out a particularly loud groan.

“Fuck, no more.” In an impressive move, he used his hand in my hair to pull me off his cock and his other to bring me to my feet.

Letting go of my hair, he reached between us.

“Yara,” he growled the word, gently gliding the plug out of my cunt. Before any of his cum could escape, he was lifting me and filling me with his cock.

“James,” I gasped out, wrapping my legs around him and burying my head into his neck .

Somehow this was different from just earlier tonight. I was more comfortable.

If after less than one night I was already this familiar with him? This trusting?

How long will it take for him to get close enough to ruin me?

“ Fuck , I’ve got you.” He turned the shower off and walked us back to the bedroom, dripping water with every step.

This moment was reminiscent of how our night began, but this time when he sat back on the bed, his cock was fully buried inside.

Sitting on him caused it to push even further in. Stretching me past the point of before.

“Fuck!” I screamed the word out, leaning back and shutting my eyes in bliss as he began to pump into me from below, his large hand coming up to pinch and rub on my clit.

“So beautiful. Such a good girl taking this cock. Letting it stretch you. Put your hands on my shoulders–hold on tight.”

That was the only warning I got before he began to thrust hard beats up into me. My fingernails digging into his skin, leaving crescent marks in their wake.

For just a moment, it was like I was riding a fucking bull before his free hand caught me on the waist and held me in place.

Everything was overwhelming, the sensations, the heat of his skin, the fullness, the connection.

In the chaos of our bodies movement, his eyes met mine, they swirled with pure unadulterated devotion.

The dam exploded, my body convulsing around him.

He slowed his movements, his hands coming up to cup my face, his lips pressing to mine. I swirled my hips on him as his tongue invaded my mouth, and he groaned, intensifying the kiss .

Only a moment later, I felt it as he came inside me. Again. I was thoroughly wet and mostly ruined at this point.

I pulled back from his lips and squirmed to get up, but he didn’t let me.

“Stay like this for a bit?” he asked, shifting us up on the mattress.

I acquiesced, allowing him to manhandle me and resting against him, my face burrowing into his scratchy chest.

Relaxing into a post sex haze.

After a bit, the heat of our moment slowly faded and the realization of what we had done turned my cheeks pink.

I shifted a bit trying to escape again, but before I could, he caught my chin with his hand, forcing me to look him into his eyes.

His eerily familiar eyes.

“You know I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” James murmured, watching me carefully.

“I thought I was too young for you?” I reached between us, jabbing him lightly in his chest. But I had already decided to continue down this path. I wouldn’t ghost him like I did every other man I crawled into bed with.

Well except Kazi. And technically Mateo.

“You are,” he chuckled softly.

I rolled my hips, and his cock jumped inside my cunt. I could feel his liquid slowly dripping down but ignored it.

“Minx.” He smiled up at me, crows feet forming as his face lit up. “I want to fall asleep like this, but I don’t know if we would get any rest that way.” He pushed my damp hair behind my ears, leaning forward he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Go clean up without me, get dressed, and then come back. I want to hold you while we sleep tonight.” His voice was incredibly tender.

I didn’t even think to argue.