The Styles Brothers

Chapter Sixteen: Alright

James pulled me out of the bedroom away from Harry; his mouth a tight line. His grip on my wrist was excruciatingly tight.

"James, you're hurting me," I said sharply, through gritted teeth.

James' pallor paled, and he immediately released arm. The horrified look on his face caused me more pain than my petty wrist, if anything.

"Baby, I'm so sorr-" I cut him off with a finger to his plump mouth.

"Shh. It's okay," I smiled. James looked like he wanted to protest further, but I gently pushed him back against the wall, arms sliding around his neck. Alone in the hallway, I suddenly had the urge to give in to James' hormonal teasing from earlier.

His hands automatically went around my waist, but gently, as he tried not to startle me. I nuzzled my nose against his in an Eskimo kiss, and he gave a short, breathy laugh.

Since I was certain he wouldn't fight back, I didn't kiss him just yet. My mouth lingered above his, then nipped along his jaw; below his ear. James' eyes slid shut and his jaw slackened, while his grip on my hips grew tighter.

"Elena," he gasped as I lightly kissed the skin beneath his ear. I smirked; having found his so-called sweet spot. A moment later, I let my tongue brush over the newly made love-bite, James stiffening in my grip. I teasingly twirled his curly loops between my fingers before pulling them taut. This seemed to work him up: his eyes squeezed shut and he made a low noise in his throat.

I kept leaving soft, butterfly kisses down his throat, to the hollow and then around to his other ear, which I nipped lightly. The whole time, James struggled to keep his composure.

Stop teasing me.

I started at the sound of James' low voice in my head. His eyes were still closed, his mouth hadn't moved. I smirked.

"What did you say?" I asked, blowing softly into his ear. His muscles rippled in self-control.

"I said.." he growled through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, he whirled us around, pressing me against the wall so that he was in control. I smirked at him, his body pressed so tightly against mine we were almost one person.

"Stop teasing me," he finished, before crashing his lips onto mine.

I loved kissing James. Every time I did so, it was a different experience. For instance, right now he was being careful and hesitant as not to startle me. I took his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged it lightly. James moaned as I fisted the hair at the nape of his neck.

I resumed the kiss, sliding my tongue into his mouth; battling for control, which he wasn't giving to me easily.

"Damn it, Elena," he snarled huskily, moving his hands upward. As I was wearing a loose top, his fingers slipped underneath easily. Goosebumps appeared on my skin at his bare touch. He pulled away for air, and I could feel my lips, swollen and hot as I ran my tongue over my mouth in wonder.

"Don't do that," James demanded, seeing my actions.

"Why?"

He leaned in again. He didn't kiss me, as expected. Instead, his tongue slipped out, running over my closed lips, as mine had previously done. "Only I get to do that," he murmured into my lips.

My eyes slid shut with the sensation. They flew open again when his plump lips grazed my neck, below my ear. His tongue darted out, brushing the spot.

I made a small sound in my throat. I could feel James' chest rumble against mine as he chuckled; our sweet spots were identically located.

"Guess we have more in common than I thought," I gasped as James sucked harshly on my neck.