180 Degrees- Completed

Chapter Twenty Six

3 minutes and 34 seconds. That's how long it had taken him to grab our stuff and start pulling me home.  The girls had stood there arms crossed smirking at when he walked inside. I just sat there in the same place finishing the cup of water and not saying a word. All eyes were on me as he came back out in a hurry. Like he was rushing to get me away from everyone. 

The walk home was mostly silent, a faster pace than I thought was possible considering I could barely stand 25 minutes ago. But here I was, clear headed like every drop of liquor I'd consumed was just water again. He picked me up, taking my keys off me as we walked down the hall to my door. He unlocked it without taking his eyes off me, pushing it open and slamming the door behind me. 

"Say your my girlfriend Avery." I shook my head. "Why not?" 

"Because I think your going to regret it in the morning." He pulled me in tighter as he threw our things to the floor.  

"I won't." 

"You will. You haven't even known me 2 weeks James." 

"So you're not enjoying us?" 

"Oh no I am. I really am. I just don't think we need a label right now. Especially when you're head is so clouded with jealousy over Oz." He rolled his eyes, starting to kiss my chest again. "I don't want to like him James. I didn't want my feelings for him to come back like that." He nodded against me, biting gently. 

"I hate watching other guys look at you like I do." His kisses were hot and wet, his breathes over my damp skin as he spoke was sending shivers down my spine and that alone was causing a puddle between my legs. I put my head back, hoping to give him easier access to as much skin as he wanted. "I'm going to fuck you tonight until I'm the only thing you can think about.  And then every guy you see, you'll only be able to think of tonight. Got it?" He stopped kissing, moving one hand from my arse and up to my head, pushing it up and gripping the nape of my neck tightly. "Do you understand Avery? I'm not going easy on you tonight." I nodded and he smirked. He put me down quickly. My knees barely able to hold my weight under the pressure in the room. "Do not move an inch but where's your phone?" 

"My bag." I pointed at the pile he'd dropped onto the floor and he picked it up, handing me my phone to unlock. He put some music on through my speaker. Loud enough to drown out any noise but not so loud to keep people awake. Once he'd done that, he walked over to the door, locking it and lining the thin gap at the bottom with our jackets. 

When he came back to me, he was already in his boxers. He was not wasting any time tonight. Nor was he wanting me to be quiet. I could tell with these new touches he was adding. 

I stood there watching him walk over, the boxers only masking him. I could see everything. It was almost intimidating but I'd had him before now. I wasn't worried. His finger under my chin, thumb on top, gripping me hard as he lifted my head, forcing me to looking him in the eyes. 

"These games you keep playing Avery. They're suffocating. I love watching you think you have the power over this when you know for a fact it's going to be me either way. I see the power I have over you and you know it as well as I do. That you're mine as much as I'm yours." Breath in and out Vee. Slowly. Keep your heart rate settled. "I mean it when I say I'm going to make sure I tattoo myself into your brain. But if you feel uncomfortable at anytime. Just tell me to stop." I nodded. 

"I will." 

"Good." He took his hand off my face, keeping his body close to me as he pulled my dress off and over my head. It was such a swift movement, I barely noticed how he'd taken my bra off with it and now he was on his knees pulling my pants down too. 

My eyes hadn't left his for even a second as he looked up at me, hugging my legs and placing gentle kisses between my hips and just below my belly button. 

"I didn't know you had a piercing until the other night." I smirked.

"My sister took me to get it done a few years ago after school. I had to keep it covered for years, took it out when we went on holiday and wore high waisted everything. It's one of the rebellious things I actually got away with." 

"Its hot as fuck." I smiled as he kissed me again. "How much do you still like him?" 

"Oscar?" He nodded and I raised an eyebrow. "You want to talk about him, right now?" 

"I want you to talk about him." There was that glimmer again. "What went through your mind when you were talking to him? Tell me how attracted to him you are." 

"That doesn't make any sense James." 

"Do it Vee." I rolled my eyes. 

"Fine if you're insisting. I knew him being here meant he was single. He looks a little stronger, hairs a little longer than he used to have it." I had closed my eyes, picturing him. 

"Look at me." I looked down and James moved my legs, separating them enough  for his hand to get between them. "Look me in the eyes as you tell me about him." 

"He-um- He used to work out at the same gym as me." He nodded as his hand creeped up my leg. "And I could picture him lifting weights and working out more since his break up. He works out when he's stressed and I could tell he'd been there a lot more recently." His fingers ran over me. "What are you doing James?" 

"Every time you think of him, I want you to remember this moment right here. When I was the one giving you the pleasure. Eventually you'll only see me when you think of him. If I have to do this every time I see you until you forget him then I will Avery. So carry on."  I swallowed hard and let outa shaky breath.

"I um- I thought back to how close I'd been to him in the school corridors. How many times I'd had his hand on my hip as I nearly fell over and he stopped me." His fingers rubbed my clit as I stared into James' baby blues. "He smelt as good then as you did when you picked me up from the bar. Different smells but both good." He smirked. His little plan was working. I was thinking about how he compared to Oscar. That's what he wanted. "Penny used to complain that he was too gentle with her. That's why she looked elsewhere. It didn't make sense at the time, why you'd want someone that was a little rougher but I kind of get it." 

"You do?" 

"Yeah. I don't know what it is but like these jealousy games we've been playing. They're fun because they make you kiss me a little harder, leave me there light headed and dizzy. I wouldn't get that feeling from a gentle kiss and it's addicting." He pushed a finger into me, his other hand gripping me tight so I stayed stood there. "He's not as strong as you. Doesn't pay attention to me like you do. He didn't know my name until he stood there for 20 minutes trying to work it out. You noticed me when I was my parents sweet little angel. He never did." 

"Keep going." He stopped, standing up and putting his hands on my hips and backing me up to my bed, pushing me down as his head went between my legs. Kissing down my thighs until he reached the core of me and his tongue started dancing between my folds. Slowly tasting every inch of me as I moaned his names. "Avery. Tell me more about him." 

"I don't- James." I pushed my head back into the mattress. "I don't want him." He lifted his head grabbing my throat and pulling my head back up as my eyes went wide. 

"I said keep going Avery. Don't stop telling me about him." 

"This is pointless James. He's completely not what I want anymore." 

"And why's that?" 

"Because I want you."