Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 104138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“Ah, yeah,” I whisper, breathing heavily onto James’ cock as his tongue draws circles around my hole.
He keeps one hand on my dick, squeezing and relaxing, driving me insane while he works on me with his mouth. His tongue dips inside, thrusting gently as I take his cock to the back of my throat over and over again. Then, when he starts fucking me with his fingers I almost lose my frigging mind.
I release him with a soft pop and flip myself around. Automatically, he reaches out to his bedside table and blindly fumbles for a condom and lube, knowing what I want, what I need from him.
Kneeling beside him, I watch, biting my lip as he rolls the condom onto himself.
“Turn over, Theodore.”
Pressing my nose to his, I place a chaste kiss on his lips before stealing the lube from his hand. “No.”
He looks surprised, a little confused even, as I drizzle a generous amount of lube onto his cock, massaging it in with my fingers. Slowly, I raise my leg and hitch it over his hips, straddling him. “You’re going to look at me this time, James. I want to see your face when I make you come.”
His expression is wary, and I wonder if he’s ever had sex face-to-face before, if he’s ever given up his control. His eyes are narrowed but he doesn’t utter a word as I reach behind myself and guide his cock towards my puckered rim. Keeping my fingers curled around the base, I lower myself onto him slowly, gasping as he stretches me.
My body stills for a moment and I bring my hands to his chest, using him to support my weight as I start to move. Everything about this is different to anything I’ve ever felt before. I’m so deeply connected to him, in every way possible. I don’t think I’ll ever be one man again. He’s part of me. He completes me. He’s filled a void I didn’t even know existed before I met him.
Our gazes interlocked, we don’t take our eyes off each other as I work myself up and down on top of him. His hips roll in time with my own as I rub the light dusting of sweat glistening on his flawed chest into his muscles. He’s so damn beautiful, inside and out, and my heart swells with awe, pride…with love.
Smoothing one palm up his chest, I grip his shoulder, steadying myself while I take my leaking cock in my free hand. James reaches out, stroking my balls, and I tighten my fist and start to tug.
“That’s it, Theodore,” he mutters through gritted teeth. “So fucking beautiful.”
Moving faster, I slam myself down on him again and again, the loud slaps matching the speed of my hand. I fight the urge to close my eyes, to lose myself in the sensations taking over my body, as violent jolts of pleasure dart through my spine and into my aching balls.
“Fuck, James,” I whisper, my stare piercing his. “I’m almost there.”
His brow furrows as he rasps and pants into the air. “Do it, Theodore. Come all over my body.”
My legs begin to tremble, my knees weakening, and James takes over, pounding his cock so deep into my arse it makes me cry out his name. “James!”
Angling my cock forwards, I pump hard and fast until I feel my release surging through my shaft, exploding in quick, intense spurts all over his stomach.
“Holy shit…” he breathes, slamming into me one last time, his entire body juddering below mine as my hole clenches around his pulsating cock.
Falling forward, I collapse onto his chest and kiss the heat that has gathered around his neck.
“Stay with me, Theodore,” he murmurs. “No matter how hard I push, stay with me. Believe in me.” His tone is so raw, so powerful, and I can’t prevent the tear that leaks from the corner of my eye.
Hovering my face just inches from his, I cup his cheek, stroking softly with my thumb. “Always.”
There isn’t a choice. I belong to James Holden. I can try to fight it, but the truth is this beautiful, haunted man, has owned me since the first time I looked into his eyes.
**********
The next morning, I find myself in James’ home office again, picking up books I must have read a dozen times and analysing their covers as if it’s the first time I’ve seen them.
Upon hearing James’ footsteps creep up behind me, I place the book I’m holding back on the shelf and turn around. “My brain is still struggling to process the fact that JD Simmons and you are the same person. You’re just a…man.” I shake my head. “A normal guy.”
James snickers. “You’re a writer, too,” he says, as if I should understand.
“No, I’m not. Not like you. You’re like a…a star. I’m just a guy tapping out his random thoughts in my spare time.”
“As am I,” he says, wearing a smirk. “Simmons is my grandmother’s maiden name,” he explains. “Which one is your favourite?”
I blow a puff of air through pursed lips. “I don’t even know how I’m supposed to choose,” I say, scratching my head. “Maybe Promises, purely because it’s the first one I read.”
Smiling, James plucks a hardback copy of Promises from the middle shelf and strolls over to his desk. Bending, he picks up a pen and scribbles inside the jacket before snapping it closed and handing it back to me. I feel giddy, butterflies swarming my stomach as I start to open it.
Putting his hand on top of mine, he stops me. “Don’t read it until you get home.”
Bemused, I lift an eyebrow, but I nod in agreement.
“Breakfast?” he offers.
“I need to get going really. I’ve no clean clothes here.”
He looks disappointed but forces a smile. “Have things changed between us, Theodore?”
Stepping forward, I rest my hands on his tense shoulders. He’s already dressed for work, looking sophisticated and utterly fuckable in his sharp, black suit. “Yes,” I breathe. “Things have absolutely changed.”
His shoulders stiffen under my touch and I squeeze them gently. “I finally know who you are, James. You’re brave. Strong. A survivor. Things have changed because, today, I have no doubts about us, about you. Last night, you gave me all of you. You trusted me beyond a level I doubt I’ll ever deserve, and I’m going to make damn sure you never regret it.”