Lucas fiddles with his cutlery as Caroline and Peter fire question after question at James, sharing in his achievements.
This is his moment.
The sun retreats and the evening passes easily, aside from a few terse glares and quiet brooding from Lucas, which James and I do our best to ignore. We stay focused on enjoying the night instead, especially as we have three to get through. I curl up on the sofa with a book as Peter gets the fireplace in the lounge going, the flames roaring to life and filling the room with cosy heat. The fire crackles and pops, bathing the room in an amber glow.
Lucas disappeared to his room as soon as I settled on the sofa, which is perfectly fine with me. Basil is curled up on the blanket draped across James’s lap next to me, my cat’s eyes fixed on James as he enjoys a piece of Caroline’s gingerbread.
I reach a particularly spicy scene in my book and feel my cheeks pinken. James notices, leaning to read the page I’m clearly blushing over. With a devious smirk, he scoops up Basil and sets him gently on the blanket, then extends a hand to me, pulling me out of my seat with a heated look.
“We’re going to bed,” he announces.
“Right, love. Night, night! We’ll see you lot in the morning,” Caroline calls out from the kitchen. James wastes no time, practically dragging me upstairs. When we reach the landing, he scoops me up and pushes open the guest bedroom door, striding towards the bed. He sets me down on top of the covers, hispupils dilated. I drop my gaze to the obvious tent in his trousers and lean back on both hands.
“We have to be quiet. Lucas is right next door!” I whisper-shout.
James smirks in response and locks the door. Cheeky.
“Clothes. Off,” he says, his voice low and firm. I obey, making a show of it, trailing my hands slowly down my jumper to the hem. I lift it over my head and let it fall aside before reaching back to unclasp my bra, slipping it off and tossing it to the floor. My breasts fall free, and James’s eyes darken as he rubs a hand over his erection.
Biting my lip, I pop the button on my jeans, dragging the zipper down slowly then shimmy out. He hums his approval, pulling his own jumper over his head, his gaze never leaving mine. I watch hungrily, the veins in his forearms rippling and the muscles in his legs flexing as he undresses.
He stands in his briefs. If sex had a humanoid form, it would be James.
“Spread your legs.”
I drop my knees.
“Touch yourself.”
“James.” My eyes dart to the wall separating us from Lucas. “Your brother, he’s?—”
“Ignore him,” he says.
I part myself with two fingers, showing him everything. Sliding my fingers through my slickness, I begin rubbing slow, tantalising circles over my clit, my breath hitching as I work myself over. He grunts his approval.
I feel so exposed—I’ve never done this in front of anyone before—but the thought of getting myself off in front of him, combined with the scandalous possibility of my ex hearing only increases my excitement. It makes me wetter.
I moan. “I want you to touch me.”
“Not yet,” he says, his voice low.
I continue circling my clit before slowly pushing two fingers in my pussy, one hand working outside, the other plunging inside, fucking myself. I pick up my pace, and my head falls back against the pillows as a long, needy whimper escapes me.
Okay. Lucasdefinitelywould have heard that.
“Who owns the pussy you’re touching, April?” James asks, my eyes snap to his as he slides his briefs down.
“You,” I breathe out, pumping and rubbing my fingers.
His cock stands thick and proud, and he fists the base, giving a slow, deliberate pump, precum glistening at the head. The sight drives me even wilder. He watches me with a feral gaze.
“That’s right,” he says, climbing on top of me. “You’re fucking beautiful, April.”
I continue to rub my G-spot. “Please.”
“Lie back, sweetheart,” he orders. I pull my fingers away, letting my arms fall back over my head as I grip the sheets. He lowers himself onto his elbows, bracing on either side of my head, shifting his hips until he’s perfectly lined up with my entrance. His cock rubs through my slit and I rock my hips. I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his buttocks, urging him forward.
He chuckles. “Is this what you want?”
