“Hold on,” he said, and put his arm in front of the door so it wouldn’t close.
My leg cramp was forgotten. I obeyed, wrapping my hands around his neck and my legs around his thighs. He pulled me up higher, snugly sitting me on his waist like I belonged there. Then he moved out of the elevator and down the hall while he kissed me with hard, questing kisses. The man could multitask like nobody’s business. It was impressive.
I didn’t even see the hallway or which door he went to. My hair was falling forward, enveloping us, as a door slammed open into a wall. James walked me into the apartment, without getting even remotely winded, and into a bedroom. Just like that. Straight into the bedroom. He wasn’t messing around and I appreciated that.
Of course, you could argue our whole night to this point was one giant flirtation, so we were clearly both ready for satisfaction.
He leaned me against a wall, still entangled around him. He tugged my bag down off of my shoulder. “Condoms?” he asked, urgently, his expression dark with need.
Somewhere in the recesses of the room there was a nightlight or something sending off a feeble glow, and while I could see his face up close, there was something sexy and urgent about being in a dark room with him. We’d spent the night under the bright lights of the city, and this felt like the perfect intimate ending.
“They’re in there somewhere,” I said, pressing my pussy against the front of his pants, causing us both to sharply inhale. “Just dump the whole thing out, I don’t care. I want you now.”
That wasn’t something I would normally say, but then again, I didn’t normally go home with a stranger. But there was something about James that had me turned on from the second I’d looked up into his eyes. Besides, there was something about just letting go of all my responsibilities and enjoying myself that had me hurtling toward the waterfall. I wanted to go over the edge. Now.
His one hand was holding my ass tightly, aiding in grinding us together like a couple of thirsty teenagers. His other hand upended my bag all over the chest of drawers we were next to. Everything went in all directions in the dark with various sounds of shuffling, plinking, soft thumps, and one bang that was probably my wrench.
His phone light came on and I watched in amusement as he tossed items around under the illumination of the screen propped against the wall. He was very good with one hand. Great hand-eye coordination.
“Ha! Got ’em.” He lifted the box and shook it in triumph. Then he turned back to me and kissed me, hard. “Are you wearing panties?” he murmured, easing up the bottom of my dress.
Unfortunately. “Yes.”
“I have to put you down for one second.” James shifted my legs off of him and set my feet on the ground.
He opened the condoms while I ran my hands over his firm chest, wanting to both feel all that hardness and to regain my balance on my heels. Then I realized I could speed things up if I took my panties off myself, so I did that while he took down his zipper. I shimmied out of the panties and stepped out so I didn’t trip on them. That was all the time that he needed.
James ran a finger across my bottom lip as he hauled me up again, settling my legs over his hips, pressing my back against the wall.
His cock was nudged against me and I gave a soft moan. “You’re a very big man.”
“You’re a very wet woman.”
He was right. I barely had time to marvel at that.
Then he was inside of me and I forgot to think or speak or do anything but cling to James as he wall-banged me to within an inch of my life. His lips were buried in my hair as he thrust over and over. It created mind-blowing ecstasy.
To my complete surprise, I came hard, almost immediately. That tight coiling need that had been building all night inside me just exploded in a beautiful burst of hot pleasure. I might have cried out. I might have said his name. I definitely squeezed my inner walls on that thick, hard cock and reveled in the sound when he swore, and followed me right over the edge.
Then he stopped moving, breathing hard, as we stared at each other. “Fuck,” he said. “That was…”
“Efficient,” I said without thinking, becoming gradually aware of how limp my body felt. Thank goodness he had some serious thigh strength or I’d be on the floor.
“Efficient?” He looked like I’d given him the world’s biggest insult. “Are you kidding me? That is not a compliment. Fuck, Mia.”
Okay, so I was out of practice with all of this. That probably wasn’t the best thing to say, truth or not. To me, efficient was a compliment. I lived my whole life rushing around trying to accomplish things as quickly as possible. But I had spoken without thinking. It sounded completely wrong.
I groaned when he pulled out and set me carefully down on the floor. My legs were wobbly and I held on to him. “No, honestly, that’s not a bad thing. We’ve been flirting all night. Fast and furious was exactly what I needed.” I was very pleased with the way things had turned out. “I’m as happy as a hog eating slop. Honestly.”
I wrinkled my nose as I heard the words come out of my mouth. Way out of practice. That hadn’t sounded sexy at all. I felt flustered and then annoyed with myself for feeling flustered.
He frowned. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment either. That is not the impression I wanted to give. I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you forget the word efficient. Fuck efficient.”
He had a lot of feelings about this. I laughed softly, pleased with the outcome whether he believed me or not, and pleased that he wasn’t going to just suggest I go home. That would have been an abrupt ending to a wonderful night. “James. Stop.”
“You’re going to be screaming don’t stop in about five minutes.” James emptied his pocket onto the mess on his dresser with a hard slap and tugged off his ring. Then he took my hand and led me to the bed. He turned me around gently, his touch at odds with the fierce expression on his face. As he kissed the nape of my neck, he undid the zipper of my dress and eased it down until it was resting on my hips.
I shivered as he dragged his knuckles over my shoulder and down my arm. “I love your skin,” he murmured, his lips following the trail his fingers had taken. “So soft.”
His touch had me sighing, goosebumps rising. He undid my bra and turned me around again.
“On the bed, Mia.” James pushed me down, with the confidence of a man used to commanding.
He turned on a lamp, the soft glow allowing me to see his intense expression as he undid his shirt. When he tossed it on the floor, I was impressed by the hard muscles in clear view. He had a drool-worthy chest.
One of my shoes fell off as I fell back onto the mattress. He took the other one off and threw it. Like legitimately tossed it over his head. I was glad they weren’t expensive because that was some rough treatment toward a shoe that had done him no wrong. “What did that shoe do to you?” I asked, amused.
“Distracted me. It deserves to be punished for that.”
Then he was buried between my thighs and distracting me. He was all fingers and tongue and teasing and massaging. My eyes drifted partially closed as I instantly got swept away from his skill and possession.
“Oh, God, James, don’t stop…” I said, without thinking.
Then I realized I had played right into what he had wanted and I didn’t even care. I’d stroke his ego all damn night if he kept stroking me like this.