6Reid
Locking the door to James's room, I turned into his embrace and tilted my head up to let his lips descend upon mine. His lips were warm and soft, the hairs of his mustache and beard tickling my sensitive skin.
My hands rose up of their own accord, clutching his shoulders. He tugged me closer to him so that our bodies lined up perfectly, our hips together, his thigh between mine. His bulge was hard and demanding against my leg. I pushed against him and arched my back, letting out a soft moan that traveled no further than his rough, devouring kisses.
I felt hot between my legs, my need for him building rapidly. I kissed him again and again until we were both breathless, then slid my tongue over his full lower lip, asking for entrance. He gave it gladly and our tongues danced together, a sensual give and take.
There was no way to describe his taste, except to say that it existed on some other level far above normal sweetness. I drank it in, drank in his little gasps and moans as he rubbed himself on my leg while we kissed.
"Reid," he whispered. His hands wove through my hair, tugging at me, demanding more.
Only too willing to answer his call, I thrust my tongue at his, then sought out the back of his throat. He let out another soft cry and pulled back, struggling for breath. His chest heaved, then heaved again, and then he grabbed me and pushed me back against the wall, his mouth descending upon mine once more.
God, but it had been so long since Alexander died, so long since another man had touched me. My body was responding rapidly, my blood racing, my heart pounding. My breath came fast in little pants, and my legs were so weak that the only thing holding me up was the force of James's body pinning me to the wall. My dick throbbed and I pushed myself hard against James's thigh, rubbing on him, making pulses of lust shoot through me.
At least, those were the excuses I was giving myself as to why I was reacting the way I did. I wanted to believe that this was all still because of the contract, that we were just mingling pleasure and business.
My protests didn't last long when James kissed me harder still, so hard he was literally stealing my breath away. The dance of his tongue and lips were exquisite, showing off every ounce of skill he possessed in this department.
As much as I loved Alexander, as much as I would do anything to have him back, not even he had been able to do this to me. No one other than James could make me feel like this, so wild and out of control.
My hips bucked and my back arched, and I clawed at James like an animal in desperate need. Needing to be fucked, to be claimed.
Pulling away, James grabbed at my shirt and tore it open. Buttons went flying across the room. Before I could bemoan the loss of a pretty good shirt, James had descended upon my chest, kissing me, sucking my skin, trailing his tongue through my chest hair. His mouth was on my nipple, sucking and sucking, biting gently with the barest scrape of teeth on sensitive skin. I cried out and yanked the back of his shirt up to get my hands on his bare skin, luxuriating in the feel of the ridges and valleys of his muscles.
Sliding my hands up, I pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. Without even missing a beat, he went back to my nipple, curling his tongue around it, teasing it. I pressed my face into his silky hair and moaned, my small peaks growing hard. And something else was getting even harder, throbbing, fit to burst at any second.
"James," I whimpered, begging for him.
James looked up into my eyes and I saw myself reflected back, saw his own needs and desires. I melted, going weaker than before, letting him grab me and toss me onto his grand, enormous bed.
