Grabbing the lube, I poured a generous amount into my hand. I reached around James, my fingers finding his hole instantly. He moaned and leaned against me, his chest pressed against mine as I slipped a finger easily inside him.
“Oh fuck…” he groaned against my ear. “Fuck Kent… just like that. Make meyours.”
I worked another finger inside him, watching his face contort with pleasure as I stretched him open. The way he moved against me, desperate and needy, made my cock throb with anticipation. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted James. It was like a hunger that couldn’t be satisfied no matter how many times I had him.
“You ready for me?” I asked, my voice rough with desire.
“Yes,” he hissed, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed down at me. “I need you inside menow.”
I removed my fingers and positioned my cock at his entrance, gripping his hips with both hands. James reached between us to guide me, and then he was sinking down, taking me inch by inch until I was fully sheathed inside him. We both groaned at the sensation. The tight heat of him around me was almost too much to bear.
“Ride me,” I commanded, my fingers digging into his hips.
James didn’t need to be told twice. He began to move, lifting himself up before dropping back down, setting a pace that had us both panting. I watched his face as he rode me, mesmerized by every expression of pleasure that crossed his features. His cock bounced between us, hard and leaking, but neither of us reached for it. I wanted to see if he could cum just from my cock inside him.
“You feel so fucking good,” I murmured, leaning forward to capture his mouth in another kiss. “So tight and warm.”
“Kent,” he gasped, his movements becoming more frantic. “Oh god, right there. That feels so fucking good…”
I shifted my hips, thrusting up to meet him as he came down, hitting that spot inside him that made him cry out with pleasure. His head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat, and I couldn’t resist leaning in to bite at the sensitive skin there, marking him as mine.
“Everyone should know,” I growled against his skin. “Everyone should see that you’re mine.”
“Yes,” he moaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Yours, Kent.Onlyyours.”
The possessiveness that surged through me was overwhelming. I wrapped my arms around him and flipped our positions, pressing him into the couch as I took control, driving into him with renewed purpose. James cried out, his legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me in deeper.
“Look at me,” I demanded, needing to see his eyes. “I want to see you when you cum.”
His eyes locked with mine, dark and filled with the same desperate need I felt coursing through my veins. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his cock, but he shook his head.
“Don’t need it,” he gasped. “Just keep—fuck—just like that. I’m going to cum just from your cock.”
The words sent a jolt of pure lust through me. I angled my hips, making sure to hit his prostate with each thrust, watching his face for every reaction. His breathing grew more ragged, his body tensing beneath me.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, not slowing my pace. “Let go for me, James. Show me how good I make you feel.”
His eyes never left mine as he came undone, his body arching off the couch as he reached his climax untouched. The sight of him orgasming beneath me, combined with the feeling of him clenching around my cock, pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside him as bliss tore through me, his name falling from my lips without a thought.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, breathing hard, our bodies still joined. Then I carefully pulled out and collapsed beside him on the couch, pulling him against my chest.
“Holy shit,” James murmured, his voice muffled against my skin.
“Fuck yes…” I agreed, unable to form a more coherent response. My heart was still racing, my body humming with satisfaction.
We lay in comfortable silence, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. I felt strangely calm now, the anger and fear from earlier replaced by a bone-deep contentment. Trevor’s threats seemed less important in the aftermath of what we’d just shared.
“I meant what I said,” I finally spoke, my voice quiet in the stillness of the apartment. “You’re mine, James.”
He just smiled at me, snuggling in closer. “Good. Because that’s right where I want to be.”
Chapter 24
James
Isat in silence as the clients looked over the final files I’d sent them. I’d been working on this rebrand for nearly a month now with lots of revisions going back and forth. But today was it, I was finally delivering them the completed project and I could barely contain my anxiety, especially after what happened with my last client.
I watched nervously as Michelle, the marketing director, scrolled through my presentation on her laptop. Next to her, Roger, the CEO, was examining the printouts I’d provided, his expression frustratingly neutral. The conference room felt too warm suddenly, and I resisted the urge to loosen my collar.
