The Sidewalk Incident

27. The Ulterior Motive

I'm trying to regain my thoughts. James drew me a bath after dinner on the deck, and I feel my muscles sing in appreciation as I sink into the bath tub. James was ravenous tonight. And it's no wonder he's passed out on the bed, snoring uncharacteristically loudly.

So much for joining me, I snicker.

Perhaps it was a moment of clairvoyance; prophetic even. But I was not joking when I said it would be the best fuck of our lives. My stomach lurches as I recall every stroke of James's tongue, every nibble on my skin. And I let out a weary sigh, massaging my neck as I try to remember everything.

After our brief make out session in the pool, we practically ran back to our room. James's lips sucked and marked my neck as I struggled to open the door.

"Oh for fucks sake, Charlotte!" He groaned and grabbed the keys from me, pushing me aside. Once the door swung open, he turned and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder almost effortlessly as I yelped and giggled. James slapped my butt playfully before throwing me onto the bed.

"You're in for it now." He smirked as I looked at him, resting on my elbows. We were both still in our bathing suits and James's nostrils flared dangerously as his hands traced the outline of my bikini.

"Stage fright?" I teased. But his hand loosened his swim shorts and the mother fucker watched me watch him pumping his length in his hand, making me quite literally, salivate at the sight.

"I feel like I want you too badly, Charlotte." He groaned. "Like I might actually hurt you." He gripped around the material of my bikini as though bracing himself.

"Don't hold back, Jiangh. I want the strongest dose of you." I challenged. And boy, was he up for the challenge.

"You're the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." He crouched over me and he almost growled as his palm snaked down my wet torso, before he yanked my hips to the edge of the bed. His hands traced down my inner thigh, spreading me apart, and slipped a finger inside me. "Fuck. Is this all for me?"

I nodded, hazily making mental notes of his desire. James licked his lips and his tongue brushed against my sex, before another "oh my God," and he kneeled down. His tongue, lips, mouth and fingers teased and pleasured me in a way I'm afraid will never be repeated and experienced again. He devoured me, roughly groping my breast with his free hand and didn't relent despite my pleads, edging me closer and closer—

"James, please, I feel like I'm going to pass out." I begged, and he snickered smugly.

"Fine. Come inside my mouth."

He initiated his finishing touches and my pelvis vibrated dangerously as I thrusted towards him, riding his mouth and face and I felt a shudder and release, as my back arched. He didn't stop, instead he lapped me up and prolonged my high as it precariously rolled into another, as his fingers fucked me dangerously.

"Oh my... fuck!!" I yelped, shuddering and seeing literally stars as he watched me come. "I'm sorry, the sheets—"

"Don't you ever apologize for coming that hard for me. Fuck!" He looked like he just came, before looking down at me, licking his finger. His hands were shaking.

"Charlotte." He groaned, nostrils flared, as he kneeled next to me, pumping his cock. "Tell me what you want. I need— I am seconds away—"

"Please just stop being a fucking gentleman and fuck me exactly the way you want, Jiangh!" I pleaded, grabbing onto his hand, stopping him from making himself come and I groaned as I felt his weight on top of me, my legs wrapped on either side of him, groping his muscular butt.