Leaving his neck alone for a moment, pulling back to look at him. "Does this mean I get special member benefits?"
His eyebrows shoot up. "That might be the closest thing to a joke I've ever heard from you."
"I have layers," My words come out in a terrible attempt at a Scottish Ogre accent, then I kiss him again before he can respond.
We stumble toward the bed, shedding clothes as we go. I'm usually more careful with my things, but I couldn't care less where my shirt lands or if my jeans get creased. All I want is James's hands on me, his skin against mine.
We're both down to our underwear when we finally fall onto the mattress. James props himself up on one elbow, his eyes travelling over my body in a way that makes heat pool in my stomach.
"You're staring." I’m fighting the urge to cover myself. Why the hell do I feel nervous all of a sudden?It's not like he hasn't seen it all before.
"Can you blame me?" His hand traces down my chest, fingertips light against my skin. "You're gorgeous."
"Less talking, more action."
He grins, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my boxers. "So demanding."
In one smooth motion, he pulls them down and off. I reach for his, and now we're both naked, hands all over each other, getting more and more desperate.
James reaches toward his nightstand, giving me a questioning glance. I like that he always checks in with me. When I nod, he grabs the lube and a condom. He rolls the condom on first; the sight of him preparing makes my mouth go dry.
"I want to make sure I don't get carried away," he explains, noticing me looking. "Last time, I almost couldn't get it on."
"Yeah, putting on a condom isn't your strong suit when you're excited.”
"Very funny," he says, uncapping the lube. "I blame you. Everything is more complicated to do when you’re that turned on.”
He warms the lube between his fingers before bringing them to my entrance. I widen my legs, impatient for more.
"Come on, I don't need that much prep."
James raises an eyebrow, glancing meaningfully at his extra-large erection. "I'm not going to hurt you, Caleb."
"Maybe I don't mind a bit of pain."
Something darkens in his eyes. "Trust me, even if you like it rough, you'll want prep for this."
Can't exactly argue with what I'm seeing. And fuck, I want that inside me. "Fine. Just... don't take all night."
He laughs, then surprises me by pushing two fingers in at once. The sudden stretch makes me gasp, my back arching off the bed.
"Too much?" he asks, stilling his hand.
"God, no," I breathe. "More."
He works me open with methodical precision, finding that spot inside me that makes sparks shoot up my spine. Soon, I'm writhing against the sheets, dignity forgotten as I push back against his fingers.
"James," Air is panting in and out of my lungs. "I need you inside me. Right. Fucking. Now."
He withdraws his fingers slowly, then positions himself between my legs. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance, and my eyes flutter at the stretch as he begins to push in.
"Breathe," he murmurs, one hand stroking my thigh soothingly. "Push out for me."
Forcing myself to relax, I do what he says, and he slides in deeper, the feeling of fullness almost overwhelming. We both pause when he bottoms out his balls resting on my ass. It takes a moment to adjust to the fullness.
"Move," I take a second to find my voice and start to beg.Oh holy hell, he’s big."Please."
He starts with slow, measured thrusts that quickly have me clawing at his back, urging him faster, harder. Every nerve ending in my body is electrified, especially when he shifts the angle to hit my bundle of nerves head-on.
