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May 2

A Light That Warms

AN: this idea was from my bestie @zupazkota0

Wordcount: 17.2k

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21 and James is 30), mutual pining, size kink, masturbation, voyeurism, soft dom James my beloved, hand kink, edging (accidental and on purpose)

The cool mountain air hit you hard when you stepped off the plane and onto the jet bridge. November was cold in Montana, at least that was what you were told, but you hadn’t been able to conceptualize it until you were standing in your cable knit sweater, still shivering despite the pair of tights you were wearing under your jeans. The flight had taken longer than you expected, the dense, city-filled south bleeding into forests, mountains, and lakes the further north you got. Outside your window you watched the green grass and trees turn orange and red and yellow as the temperature dropped. You had never gone this far north, you had always chosen to stay in your little bubble, too scared to venture out on your own and travel. The further north you got the less and less cities you saw until the only proof of human life were the highways that cut through the forests. The airport you had landed at was no bigger than a warehouse, the runway the size of a regular highway. Your plane was the only one there and for a moment you wondered if you were in the wrong place.

You had been hesitant at first when your friend had told you of her cousin that was looking for a book-keeper for his ranch. Montana was a long, long way from home and you didn’t know anyone up here. But, college hadn’t done you any favors and as a recent grad you needed whatever job you could get, so you said yes, regardless of the fact that you had no knowledge of how to run a ranch. You knew it couldn’t be too hard, and anyways your friend had said that the rancher, James, was kind enough and would show you the ropes. Sure, it was probably not the brightest idea to pick up and move across the country to live with a man you had never met, but nothing could be worse than staying with your parents. So there you were, freezing your ass off on a jet bridge, 2500 miles from home, all alone, waiting for the line to move. It wouldn’t be easy, you knew that, but you were desperate enough that any job that paid was good enough for you.

As the line moved forwards the pit in your stomach only grew, your hands going tight around the handle of your suitcase. It would be good, you told yourself, a step away from busy, city life and an escape from your family could only be a good thing. The airport was small, the tile floors bumpy under your suitcase, a loud, clacking noise followed you wherever you went. It wasn’t a long walk from your gate to the baggage claim but each step felt like a mile, anxiety building and building in your core until you felt like you were going to burst. You didn’t know exactly who you should be looking for, all your friend had said about James was that he was tall and dressed like a cowboy. Looking out across the small airport that description seemed to fit half of the men there. For a while you stood by the baggage carousel, waiting and watching as the time went by.

Across the way from you a man started walking over, a smile spread across his face the closer he got. He called your name, his voice deep and warm, and waved, beckoning you over.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, the roads are kind of rough right now.”

Your friend was right, he was tall. Standing well over six foot in the boots he had on, all long legs and broad shoulders, taking up your whole field of vision as he stepped closer. You had to crane your head back to look at him, your eyes settling on his face and your breath caught in your throat. His eyes were the first thing that struck you, ice blue with a ring of navy around them, so piercing they had your heart skipping a beat. Deep-set and down-turned, they made him look kind, and a little bit tired. The slope of his nose was soft and buttoned, and he had pockmarks on his cheeks that were deepened in the sterile airport light. His hair was longer than you expected, below shoulder length and honey blonde, shining shimmery gold when he stepped in the sunlight. He looked at you expectantly with his hand out and you realized you must have been staring. You took his hand, forcing your mind to think of anything other than just how much bigger his hand was than yours, and shook it.

“Your bag,” he gestured to the duffle that sat by your feet. You stared blankly, too tired to process what he was saying.

“Hmm?” You found yourself lost in his eyes again, your mind going fuzzy around the edges when he smiled at you.

“Your bag, I can carry it for you.” He bent down and picked it up before you could tell him not to, a wave of heat rolling through you at just how easily he lifted the heavy bag.

His fingers flexed around the strap and for a second all you could think of was just how badly you wanted his hands on you.

“Oh, you don’t have to, I can manage.”

James waved you off before you could finish speaking. “I’ve got it, don’t worry. C’mon, we should get on the road.”

He gestured for you to follow as he started walking towards the exit. You had to jog a little to keep up with his strides, your suitcase bumping behind you while you trailed after him like a lost duckling. It was even colder outside, the air hitting you like a wall when you stepped through the doors. You shivered and James slowed so you could keep close to him.

“You can wait inside and I can go pull the car around.” He offered and looked you over, his brows knitting together at what you were wearing. “We’ll need to get you warmer clothes.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m fine. Let’s just go.” Embarrassment reared its ugly head and you kept walking, blindly stepping into the parking lot. James didn’t say anything more, letting you follow in silence while he weaved through the parked cars. His truck was massive, bigger than the ones you saw down south, and was a pale blue, the paint chipped and worn from the elements. He helped you up, lending a steadying hand while you climbed in. The leather seat groaned under you, soft and cold. James turned the truck on and the engine purred to life. You weren’t sure what to say as he pulled out the parking lot, nervousness rendering you mute. The radio played softly in the background while he drove out of town, civilization fading into forest and mountains.

“So, Carly said you just graduated?” James' voice snapped you out of your daze. You shook your head, gathering yourself before you replied.

“Hmm,” you cleared your throat, your voice weak with disuse, “oh yeah, last May. I worked retail for a bit afterwards but it wasn’t for me.”

You tore your gaze from the landscape and turned to look at James, your eyes immediately zeroed in on where his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. It was almost obscene how big he was and your face went red as your eyes dropped to your lap in shame. He brought his hand up, flicking the turn signal to overtake someone and you tracked the movement, staring intently at his fingers.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. I couldn’t handle dealing with people all day.” James said once you the truck settled back in the lane. He spared you a glance when he checked the side mirrors, his eyes burning a path across your skin.

“Is that why you live all the way out here?” You asked and worked on doing everything in your power to not focus on the crush you were forming on him. It didn’t work, and the gruff laugh he let out in response to your question had butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Part of it, yeah.” His eyes hardened and you decided not to pry any further. You settled into a comfortable silence and laid your head against the window, watching the landscape blur past you. The highway slimmed down and down until it was just one lane on either side, hugging the side of a cliff. James made a turn and then there was no road, just a bumpy gravel path that wound its way up and up a mountain side. Your knuckles when whiter the higher you got, your hands clenched so tight you couldn’t feel your fingers.

James reached over and patted your thigh. “Breathe sweetheart, we’ll be fine.”

James’ hand on your thigh had the opposite effect and you almost choked on a moan at the contact. His hand almost covered you, his fingers curving and wrapping around your inner thigh. He traced along the seam of your jeans, his fingers sliding back and forth over you. It did calm you, gave you something to focus on other than the road.

“Sorry, I just don’t like heights.” You mumbled. James rubbed your thigh and patted you, the warmth of his hand bleeding through your pants.

“Nothing to be sorry about, you’ll get used to it.” He kept his hand on your thigh, weaving the truck through the forest. The trees cleared into a meadow and a small cabin sat in the middle of it surrounded by pasture.

“Alright, here we are.” James put the truck in park and killed the engine. He hopped out, rounded the hood, and opened your door, helping you down from your seat. After, he grabbed your bag from the bed he led you up the driveway and onto the porch. The house was warm when you stepped into it, your fingers regaining feeling, and a shudder went through you at the temperature change. You toed off your sneakers near the door and took the chance to look around the small cabin. The kitchen was to the right of you, small and homey with embroidered tea towels and warm colored tiles. Over to the left looked like the den and behind it was an office, all decorated in the same, warm color scheme as the kitchen. You followed James up the stairs, going with him as he showed you to your room. It was small, like the rest of the house, but it looked comfortable, a mountain of blankets and pillows piled on a comfy looking bed.

“I’ll leave you to unpack. The bathroom’s down the hall, the drawers on the left are empty.” He closed the door behind him, his boots clicking on the hardwoods while he walked away. You spent the next hour unpacking, filing your clothes away in drawers and filling the shelves with the few items you had brought from home. The bathroom, which you were sharing with James, was small too but you didn’t mind. When you were done you made your way back downstairs, the smell of cooking making your stomach rumble. James stood in front of the stove, spoon in hand, and was stirring what looked to be a pot of soup. He smiled the second he saw you, dropping his spoon and walking over.

“Dinner’s almost ready. I made chicken soup if that’s alright with you.” James looked up at you from across the kitchen counter and smiled. For a moment you just stood there, rendered frozen in your spot before you nodded dumbly.

“Yeah, sure, that sounds great.” It wasn’t fair how good he looked in his worn out t-shirt and blue jeans. You were in trouble. “Do you need any help?”

You stepped into the kitchen and your stomach rumbled at the smell of dinner.

“Uh sure. Can you get the bowls down? They’re in the bottom left cabinet, yeah, right there.”

The two of you plated up dinner in silence, the whole scene feeling far too domestic for two people who just met. The soup was good, certainly better than what you had expected from James. In the quiet your mind wandered and your eyes dropped to James’ lips. You wanted him, desperately, and you felt the heat rising beneath your skin at the thought of him.

“So, uh, what all am I going to be doing while I’m here?” You asked just to give yourself something to say. James glanced up from his dinner and swallowed.

“Well, you’ll be keeping the books and managing the expenses.” James set his utensils doing, the metal clattering on the wood, and relaxed back into his chair. “Other than that I’ll probably have you doing odd jobs around the house if that’s fine with you. D’you know how to sew?”

The wind rattled the windows and you jerked your head up to look outside. It had started to snow.

“Yes, I do.”

“Good, good.” James reached over and patted your arm. “I have some shirts that need mending, along with some other clothing.”

“I can do it.” You said the second he was finished talking, eagerness overtaking you. James smiled softly and put his napkin on the table. He stood and picked up both your bowels, taking them into the kitchen and setting them in the sink.

“Oh, I can do the dishes since you cooked.” You stood and hurried over, almost elbowing him out of the way to get to the sink. James let you and took a step back, leaning his hip against the counter. His gaze was heavy on you, your skin prickling and goosebumps rising wherever his eyes traced. You fought the urge to shudder.

When the dishes were done and the kitchen was clean you followed James back up the stairs, both of you freezing on the landing in front of the bathroom door. Behind him you could just barely see into his room. An old, beat up acoustic guitar sat resting against an armchair near the door; you wanted to hear him play it one day.

“I’ll be up early tomorrow, just let me know when you want me to show you ‘round.” James’ eyes darted down to your lips, only for a half second but you saw it. It took everything in you not to press up on your toes and slot your mouth against his. You nodded instead.

“Goodnight, James.” You murmured. He reached out, the movement stopping you in your tracks.

“‘Night.” His pinky brushed yours and then he was gone, turning and walking into his room. You did the same, shutting the door behind you and leaning up against it, and let out a heavy sigh. You spent the night tossing and turning, your restless sleep filled with dreams of him.

The morning light was oppressively bright on your eyes but you rose with it anyways, not wanting to spend your first day on the job rotting in your bed. You stood with a groan, stretching and shivered at the way the cold had seeped into the house overnight. Looking out the small window you peered through the trees, your breath leaving you at the snow covered landscape. You stayed there a moment, frozen in awe, until you heard James rustling downstairs, the noise spurring you into action. Taking his words from yesterday seriously you made sure to plan out your outfit better, taking time to check the weather and layer accordingly. By the time you got downstairs the sun had risen over the tree line, the snow reflecting its light and painting everything a bright white.

James stood by the counter, coffee cup in hand, his back to you. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a thick sweater that was peaking out of the bottom of his fleece lined jacket. The hem of his jeans were damp with snow melt, a sign that he had started his day long before you had woken up. He turned to face you, a soft smile already on his lips.

“Mornin’.” His voice was low and rough, still deep with the remnants of sleep. It took you a second to move your tongue, the echo of his voice still running rampant through your head.

“Good morning, James.” You returned the smile, slipping into the kitchen, your stomach growling. A plate of toast with eggs and bacon sat waiting for you on the counter. You took it, picking up a fork and heading over to the table. James followed, grabbing you a cup of coffee.

“Cream and sugar?” He handed you a napkin. His fingers brushed yours and a bolt of electricity went up your spine.

“Yes please,” you kept your eyes on your plate, too worried that the furious blush on your cheeks would give you away. James fixed your coffee for you and for a second you were struck by how domestic this all was before you forced yourself to think of anything else.

“So, what’s all on the agenda for today?” You asked over your half-eaten plate of food. James looked up over the rim of his coffee cup and set it down.

“Was plannin’ on showing you around the property then letting you get settled in.” James stood with a groan, meandering back to the kitchen to refill his mug. You pushed your food around a bit more, taking one last bite before walking the plate back into the kitchen and cleaning it off. James joined you, drying the dishes when you were done, the two of you standing elbow to elbow. In the bright light he looked ethereal, his blond lashes shone gold and brushed against his cheeks. You traced the line of his beard with your eyes, his skin still red from shaving earlier in the morning. This close you could smell the spicy, minty scent of his aftershave. Taking a step close, you reached over him and grabbed a napkin from across the counter. The movement had you almost wrapping your arm around him. When you brushed up against him you felt the hard expanse of his torso, the muscles ripping as he shuddered from his touch. You both stood there for a moment, both of your eyes trained on where you were touching him before he moved away.

“I’ll grab you a coat and we can head out so I can show you the land.” He turned, carding his hand through his hair, and sighed.

“Yeah, sure. Sounds great.” You dried your hands just to give yourself something to do. Setting down the towel you followed James over to the coat rack by the door. He grabbed a tan lined jacket, holding it out to you. You went to grab it but he pulled back.

“Here, let me.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and you repressed a shiver from his touch. You turned, holding your arms out, letting him put the coat on you. He slid his hands up and up your arms, up to your neck where he straightened out your collar, pulling your hair out from under it. He cleared his throat when he was done, taking a step towards the door.

“Thank you.” Your voice shook but you ignored it. James held the door open for you. The cold air hit you like a truck when you stepped outside, your nose going numb instantly. You instinctively took a step closer to James, huddling up to him for warmth. He looked down at you, smiling fondly.

“You cold?” James looked over his shoulder while he walked down the front steps. The night’s snow had blanketed the world in white. You walked across the front porch, your steps crunching.

“Yeah, ‘m freezing.” You said with a shiver. James held his hand out for you, helping you down the stairs. His touch was still scorching despite the cold.

“Better get used to it, sweetheart, it’s only gonna get colder.” He held on to your hand for a second too long, only dropping in when a sheep bleated from a distance. You craned your neck around him to see.

“Can we go see the sheep?” You were barely able to contain your excitement. James nodded, laughing.

“Sure, honey.” He led you with a hand on your lower back, making sure you didn’t slip and fall. “You ever been on a ranch before?”

“No,” your cheeks burned with embarrassment. James looked unfazed.

“Figured as much.” He moved his hand to your elbow, holding you up when you slipped on a patch of ice. “Careful. We’re gonna need to get you a pair of real boots.”

“Thanks,” you murmured, wrapping your arm around his. You used him for stability as the two of you made your way over to the stable and meadow. The closer you got the stronger the smell and you couldn’t help but wrinkle your nose.

“You’ll get used to the smell, I promise.” James teased, pulling you toward him. It was obvious that he was walking slower so you could keep up with him.

“Really?” you said, disbelieving. The noise got louder, the sounds of bleating almost drowning out James' voice the closer you got. The barn was an old looking building, the white paint chipping off the side leaving the wood exposed. It leaned slightly, the roof slanting just the slightest to the right. James led you around the building and to a side door, holding it open for you so you could walk through. It was warm inside, the humid heat was stifling to you in your coat. Around twenty sheep greeted you, walking away from their hay piles and coming over to sniff at you. James put himself between you and the animals.

“Here,” he took your hand, “hold your hand out and let them sniff you. It’s just like when you meet a dog.”

He stepped behind you, still holding your hand. The sheep came up to you and sniffed, their pink noses tickling your skin. They bleated softly, walking around you to nudge up against James. He laughed and petted them.

“You can touch them too.” He moved your hand, running it over one of the sheep near you. The wool was soft and warm under your fingers, like a summer cloud. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw another shape bound towards you, white and fluffy like the sheep. James braced himself behind you and turned you so he took the brunt of the impact.

“Disco, down, down boy.” James pushed the dog off him, petting him once he sat. He was a Great Pyrenees, a massive dog, even compared to James. He looked friendly enough, his tail wagging while he sat waiting for James’ command.

“Can I pet him?” You asked, already holding your hand out.

“Yeah, sure. He’s sweet.” James was crouched down, scratching him behind the ears. You joined him, running your fingers through the dog’s soft coat.

“Where was he last night?” A lamb bumped into you and you fought to keep your balance. A soft noise left your mouth when it put its head in your lap, bleating quietly.

“In here, he’s a guard dog so he sleeps in the barn.” James stood with a hiss. He lifted his hat, running his fingers through his hair before setting it back on his head. “D’you want to see the horses now?”

You nodded, taking his outstretched hand and let him pull you to your feet. His palm was warm and rough against yours, his skin calloused from years of farm work. Stumbling up, you lost your footing on the hay, sliding forward into James’ arms. His chest was hard under your hands as you used him to steady yourself. He grabbed onto your waist, keeping you from slipping and held you still while you regained your footing.

“Sorry, sorry,” you panted, wincing at your awkwardness. Maybe it was just your imagination but the heat of James’ hands seemed to seep through your coat. His fingers twitched around you, flexing as he held you. For half a second his hand slipped lower down your back, brushing over the waistband of your jeans. You jolted at the touch.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, just be careful. Don’t want you hurting yourself on the first day.” James laughed, finally letting go of your waist. You missed the weight of his hands instantly.

“C’mon, ‘ve got somethin’ in the stable that I think you’ll like.” He beckoned for you to follow and you did. Disco also came along, trotting behind you and wagging his tail. Walking behind James you got another chance to appreciate just how much bigger he was than you. Your head barely came up between his shoulder blades and he was twice as broad as you. It made your head spin and you almost tripped, sucking in a breath to try and clear your mind. The stable was only a couple of yards away from the barn so the walk was short. The wind had picked up, blowing the powder-like snow all around you in flurries. James held the stable door open for you and Disco, brushing the snow off your shoulders when you passed him. The stable was as warm as the barn, if not more so, and the smell of hay filled your head. There were only two stalls and over the top of one you could see a horse's head peaking out above the wood.

“It’s the same deal as the sheep,” James said over his shoulder while he walked over to the stall. “Just hold your hand out and let him sniff you. He shouldn’t nip while I’m around, he knows better.”

“What’s his name?” You stood on your toes to see over him.

“Theo.” James opened the stall, stepping in. You followed him, keeping a safe difference from the massive gelding. The horse even made James seem a bit small and towered over you. You stayed behind James, using him as a shield. He took your hand like he did earlier with the sheep, holding it out with his, and placing it on the horse's flank. Theo’s black hair was coarse under your palm. His muscles rippled beneath his skin and you flinched, trying to pull back. James held you there and made a soothing sound, whether it was meant for you or the horse you couldn’t tell.

“See, sweetheart, it’s not that bad.” James murmured in your ear. Your nerves receded, blistering heat replacing anxiety at his words. He made you dumb with desire, your tongue failing you and all you could do was nod at his words.

“Sorry I’m so nervous, I’m not used to being around animals.” The words were barely above a whisper but James hummed along all the same.

“‘Ve got something else I want to show you.” He tugged you along with him, leading you back out of the stall and latching the door behind you. From across the way in the other stall you heard the sounds of hay shuffling and cocked your head at James.

“What’s in there?” You said with a hint of suspicion. James grinned. He pushed open the door and waved you over. Disco came over too, panting and wagging his tail, excited about whatever was in the stall. You peered past James, waiting for something, a goat or pig or whatever animal was bouncing around to jump out at you, but were only greeted by a dozen grazing bunnies. The noise you let out could only be classified as a squeal and you rushed past James, stepping into the stall.

“Oh my God, oh my God! They’re so fucking cute! Can I touch one?” You looked back at him. James nodded and you crouched down, holding your hands out. The bunnies came to you and sniffed your hands, their little faces brushing your skin. Disco walked into the stall and laid in the corner by the heat lamp.You sat there for a while, petting the bunnies while James watched, their delicate fur feeling like heaven on your hands. When you finally stood your knees cracked and your hips ached from sitting for so long.

You followed James out of the stable, wincing when the cold air hit your face. The sun had risen since you last stepped outside, bathing the winter landscape in its weak light. The trek back up to the house was made in silence and you took the time to appreciate the nature around you. Mountain Bluebirds sat in the trees, their song filtering through the pines and wind. The snow seemed to absorb what little sound there was, your footsteps close to mute. You wondered what your parents were doing back home down south. The line of thought put a frown on your face, your stomach twisting. You were shivering by the time you got back to the house, your fingers numb despite the warmth of James’ jacket. He opened the door for you, patting your shoulder as you walked by him. James headed into the kitchen, turning on the coffee machine and getting two cups down from the cupboard. You made your way over, slipping off your shoes at the door, and shivered. Your teeth chattered, your body aching from shaking. James slid a cup of coffee across the counter with a smile.

“Now don’t go freezin’ to death on me.”

You took the cup and brought it to your lips, taking a sip. James did the same across from you, his eyes never leaving your face. His gaze burned, your skin breaking out in sweat wherever his eyes fell. You yearned for more from him, for him to do more than look. You wanted him so much it hurt. Setting down your mug you sighed, already tired from the day.

“Do you wanna show me the office?” You looked up at him through your lashes, your breath catching at the way he was staring at you. James nodded and pushed off the counter, walking around to your side.

“Right this way,” he beckoned and you followed, trailing behind him like a puppy. The office was on the other side of the den and was a small, cramped thing. File cabinets lined the way and there was a small, antique desk sitting in the center of the room, the white paint chipped and worn from use. The chair sitting by it looked worse for wear and you were worried it would collapse the second you sat down in it. There were books piled on the desk, thick, leather-bound journals, the papers yellowed by time. You walked over, smoothing your hand across the dust covered surface.

“I kept everything in order, just the way the guy who worked before you had it.” James rapped his knuckles on the wood. You sat and looked up at him, smiling at his words.

“Perfect, I’ll get started and let you know if I need anything.” Reaching out, you grabbed the journal on the top of the stack, setting it down in front of you. The urge to make James proud burned in you white hot until there was nothing else left inside of you. You opened the book and grabbed a pen from one of the drawers, ready to get to work.

“Great. I was planning on makin’ dinner around six if that’s okay with you.” James took a step towards the door. You nodded, barely looking up from the work in front of you.

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then.” You called over the stack of books. The sounds of boots clicking against hardwood floors announced James’ departure. The sun arched across the sky as you worked, casting lengthening shadows across you. The books were well-balanced and neat but it was obvious James was over his head trying to manage the financial side of the ranch. You spent the passing hours going through the paperwork left behind for you, a tension headache blooming behind your eyes as time passed.

By the time the sun had set you were worn out, ready to crawl back in bed, but the sounds of James moving in the kitchen kept you downstairs. Feeling like you had done enough work you stood with a groan and stretched. While walking into the kitchen you gave a cursory glance out the window, only to be greeted by a blizzard. James had changed his clothes since you last saw him, switching his jeans for sweats and his button down for a thick sweater. He looked comfortable, standing in the kitchen, his sleeves pushed up while he cooked. It made your heart skip a beat. He raised his head at the sound of your footsteps, setting down the knife he was cutting up potatoes with.

“Hey,” he wiped his hands off on his sweats. You took a step closer into the kitchen and joined him by the counter.

“Hi.” Your voice was soft with disuse and you winced when you spoke, your throat tight from the cold.

“We’re having lamb and potatoes.” James said, walking across the kitchen carrying the tray of cut up vegetables over to the oven. You took it upon yourself to clean up the scraps left on the counter, brushing them off the tile and into your hands. Looking around you searched for the trash.

“Trash is right here,” James said, catching on. He opened the cabinet and pulled out the bin. His eyes didn’t stay on yours, flicking down to the soft curve of your breasts, tracing the lines through your sweater. Your breath caught in your chest at the heat in his eyes.

“Do you need any help?” You wrung your hands, filled with the anxious need to do something. James shook his head, walking back over to the oven and peering through the glass.

“No, honey, I got it all handled.”

“Are you sure? Cause I feel bad making you do all the work.” Fighting the urge to reach out you took a step back, putting the counter between you and James. You wanted to scream at yourself, to smack yourself silly; what kind of girl falls in love with a man after only a day and a half of knowing him?

“Oh no, don’t worry about it. I enjoy taking care of you.”

For a second it felt like your heart stopped at his words. You cleared your throat, swallowing down the tears that threatened to bubble up.

“You’re too sweet, Jamie.” The nickname slipped off your tongue before you could stop it. Your eyes shot up to James and worry filled your chest that you crossed a line. James didn’t seem bothered by it, barely looking up from his hands when you spoke.

“‘Course, darlin’. ‘M here to make your life easier.” James said, his eyes settling back on your face. Your cheeks heated and you choked on your words, stammering.

“Thank you,” you murmured. James hummed and nodded, his focus going back to the oven.

“Y’know,” James started, “if you want to help you can set the table.”

You jumped at the offer, taking the plates and silverware out from the cabinet and setting the table. The feeling of James’ eyes on you while you worked sent a shiver up your spine. You turned back only to find him still staring at you, blue eyes on fire. The oven dinged, breaking the moment. James grabbed the mitts off the counter, sliding them on. A buttery, savory smell filled the air when James opened the oven, your stomach growling. He set the meat down, pulling out the potatoes next to them. Walking over with the plates, you set them down, ready for him to serve dinner. He handed you a full plate, following you back to the table with his.

“Lamb shanks with potatoes,” James said as he sat, a proud smile on his face.

“It’s not like, your sheep, is it?” You asked, concerned. James just laughed.

“No, no, sweetheart. I raise wool sheep, not meat. That’s a whole different kind.” James reached across the table and patted your hand, your skin tingling from his touch.

“Ohhh,” you nodded. Diner was quiet after that, the two of you too tired from a long day of working to make small talk. You cleared the table when you were done, taking James’ plate and washing it for him. The domesticity of it all struck you again and you sighed, pushing the thought from your mind. James joined you, drying the dishes and setting them on the rack after you were through. You went upstairs silently, yawning, ready to climb into bed. Exhaustion weighed down every step you took and by the time you reached the top of the stairs your eyes were halfway shut.

“‘Night, Jamie.” Your voice was heavy and slow with sleep.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He turned on the landing and went into his room, the door thudding shut behind him. You went through your routine with your head in the clouds, thoughts of James, ricocheting around your mind. Even once you were back in your room across the way you could hear him rustling as he got ready for bed. The sound was tempting, as quiet as it was, a siren call from across the way beckoning you closer. As you crawled in bed you couldn’t help thinking about him, yearning for him while you laid there, drifting off.

The snow had finally abated once the new year rolled in, January passing in a greyed out haze. Patches of grass and dirt poked through the white where James walked his path to the stable and barn each day. In the past weeks you and him had gotten closer, the consequence of being the only two people in a twenty mile radius. James was easy to live with, easy to be around and a part of you never wanted to leave this little paradise in the mountains. It only made your feelings for him worse, your stupid crush growing each day. You felt guilty about it, pining for him, but there was nothing you could do about it, you were head over heels. Every interaction was spent with you hoping he didn’t notice the heat in your cheeks, or the way you stuttered over your words. His attention made you giddy, needy for him. You tried to pretend it didn’t exist, that you didn’t have feelings for him but there was nothing you could do about the way your heart raced around him. The work you did was little help in distracting you from your thoughts, James’ presence saturated everything you did.

You could see him through the yellowed window, clad in his coat and jeans, walking Theo through the paddock. He had spent the day before shoveling it out, salting the earth so Theo could have a place to stretch his legs. No matter how hard you tried to focus on anything else your eyes kept flicking over to him, memorizing the way the old glass distorted his figure. The overhead sun painted him with stark lighting, the flaxen-yellow of his hair going pale gold. A smile split his face and he threw his head back in laughter watching Theo. There was a yearning inside you, a twisted pulling right at the center of your chest. It made you sick.

Realizing that you weren’t going to get any more work do you pushed to your feet, the world going grey when you stood too fast. Giving one last cursory glance out the window your eyes landed on James, who was looking right back at you. Shocked, you scurried off, feeling caught red-handed. You made your way through the den, pausing before the fireplace and bathing in its warmth. The old farm house didn’t keep its heat well and after hours spent sitting by the window you were chilled to the bone. Balmy warmth surrounded you as you stood, palms out to the open flame. You stayed until your hands dried out and started to sting, your front hot to the touch.

Rounding the banister you made your way up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time to get back to your room. In the month and a half since you moved in you had made the space your own, expanding on the few trinkets you had brought with you. James had contributed too, bringing you gifts whenever he went into town. A vase of flowers sat on your bedside table from the last time James went out, baby’s breath and hydrangeas. You smiled, that familiar warmth gathering in your chest. Grabbing your towel off the hook on your door you headed out of your room, walking down the short hallway to the bathroom. The small room was lit only by the vanity, the warm, watery light casting deep shadows in the small space. You hung your towel on the rung, walking over to the shower. The steel handle was frigid when you pulled open the door, a shiver wracking your body. You reached into the cubicle, flicking the handle all the way hot. Your socks hit the floor with soft thumps, your shirt and leggings following. A sigh fell from your lips when you undid your bra, your skin aching from the indents left behind by the elastic. You propped yourself up on the sink in your underwear, the cold tile digging into your flesh while you waited for the shower to heat up.

Time seemed to slow as steam filled the room, your head going hazy from the heat. The water was scorching on you when you stepped under the stream. You winced but stayed still, leaning into the sting. The tension in your body seemed to bleed away in the heat, your shoulders loosening. Bracing your forearms on the tile, you hung your head, letting yourself relax. You tried to force your mind blank as you lathered your hair with shampoo but your thoughts kept wandering. Within seconds James was back in your head, occupying your every thought. You sighed and gave in, unwilling to fight that losing battle anymore. He was your own personal temptation, your forbidden fruit.

An image of him in the barn a week passed filled your mind and you replayed the memory over and over. It had been warmer that day, the enclosed space sweltering when you brought James his lunch. He had stripped off his coat and sweater, left just in a white wife beater that was stained with his sweat. His arms glistened under the warm barn lighting, the lean, corded muscles flexing under his skin. His hair was damp as well, honey-blond darkening to light brown where it was wet. It curled around his temples, frizz and fringe escaping the low ponytail he had tied it back in.

You felt that tightness in your core, just like you had felt the other day, your body tense with pent up need. Shifting on your feet you whined, your pussy fluttering, clenching around nothing. The heat in your gut ached, your body tingling with held back want. You slid your right hand down your stomach, parting your legs so your fingers you find your clit. You whimpered at the first brush, your toes curling against the tile. James’ voice echoed in your head. He’d call you sweetheart, like he always did, tell you how good you were doing for him. You whined again at the thought, louder this time. He’d be gentle with you, you knew it. You needed him so bad it made you silly, your breath catching in your throat. You shuddered at the thought of him joining you here, his firm hands on your body. The ghost of them tickled your skin and you arched your back, imagining him behind you.

He’d take care of you, make the emptiness in your core go away. You picked up your fingers on your clit, the water mixing with your slick and making everything slippery. Biting your lip you struggled to keep yourself quiet.

In your mind James was with you, standing behind you, his large hand replacing yours, his rough fingers playing with your clit. He’d be pressed against you, whispering in your ear, telling you how bad he wanted you. You could picture it, one hand between your thighs, his other braced on your hip, pressing bruises into your skin. You slowed your fingers, switching to the pace you thought James would take, drawing lazy, teasing figure-eights over your clit. He’d want to draw it out, to leave you begging for him. The thought made you gasp. You felt the phantom of his lips brush your neck, the ghost of his teeth scraping your shoulder. A whimper broke through your lips, echoing off the tile walls. You could barely hold yourself back, it had been so long since you last touched yourself, so long since you came. You were struggling to keep quiet, whines bleeding through your lips. Tension built in your core and you shook, heat rushing through your veins.

You were close, your hand shaking as you circled your fingers faster. With every pass of your fingers over your clit sparks danced behind your closed eyelids. Tears damped your lashes, your lips chewed and bloody from where you bit them to hold in your noises. James would force sounds out of you, you thought, he’d make you scream and whimper, make you cum so many times you couldn’t think straight. You thought of him, his chest pressed against your back, pressing two fingers into your weeping cunt, spreading you slowly. He’d tease you, tell you how good you felt around his fingers. He’d take it slow, stretch you out, get you ready to take him. You knew he was big, you had seen the outline of his cock through his sweatpants, the image flashing across your mind. It made you want to drop to your knees, to beg him to use you. In your fantasy you did, taking him completely, letting him use your throat like he owned you. He’d be sweet at first, you thought, but he’d lose his patience, his hips bucking, shoving his cock into your waiting mouth. You felt that tightening in your stomach, a shiver running up your spine, you could feel yourself ready to fall over the edge and-

A knock on the door had you scrambling, your heart jumping in your chest. You bit tongue to stop yourself from screaming. The tension in your core receded, leaving you unsatisfied and empty. You pulled your hand from between your thighs. James called your name from outside the door.

“Yeah?” Your voice shook as you spoke.

“You okay? You’ve been in there a while.” The sound of James' voice only made the pulsing between your thighs worse. Grimacing, you cleared your throat. You hoped he wouldn’t be able to piece together what you were doing.

“‘M fine, just lost track of time.” Turning under the spray you washed the remaining conditioner from your hair. Over the rush of the shower you heard James humming through the door.

“Was gonna head into town today.” James said, knocking a random rhythm against the wood. “You wanna come?”

“Yeah,” you called out. “Just let me get dressed and I’ll be down in a couple of minutes.”

“Sounds good. I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

You heard his footsteps recede and sighed. You were still wound tight, still shaking from being denied. After washing off your body you turned off the shower. Reaching for your towel you dried your hair before wrapping it around your chest. The steam had fogged up the mirror, your reflection warped and cloudy. Wiping it down you looked at yourself, checking your face for blemishes. The hallway air was cool when you stepped out of the bathroom, goosebumps pricking up on your skin. You dried your hair as much as you could, pinning it up in a claw clip. Even with your sweater and jeans on you were shivering by the time you got downstairs. James perked up at the sound of your footsteps, coming over to the bottom of the stairs. He held out his hand and you took it. His palm was warm and rough against your, your hand barely spanning the width of it. He helped you down the last step, a satisfied smile on his face.

“You look nice.” James said, his eyes roaming your body. Sliding your hands over the front of your sweater you felt your cheeks heat.

“Oh, really? I just threw this on.” You tried not to sound too ecstatic at the complement. James waved you forward, opening the door for you and stepping outside. It was warmer than it’d been for the last couple of weeks and you forewent a coat. The snow glistened around the house, puddles of snow melt gathering along the pathway. You followed James to the truck, your boots crunching with every step. He gave you a hand up, shutting the door behind you.

He started the truck, the engine rumbling from the cold. The radio started up too, George Strait crooning over the speakers. It reminded you of home. Leaning forward you turned the knob and changed the channel. Even the smallest reminder had you frowning, an icky, cold feeling settling in your gut. Sighing, you laid your head against the window.

“You good?” James asked, looking away from the road.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about home.” You cringed, as if someone pressed their finger into the open wound.

“Homesick?”

“No, no, definitely not that.” You breathed, hoping your tone would convey just how much you didn’t want to talk about it.

“I get it,” James said, barely audible over the rumble of tires. He stayed quiet for a while then added, “I don’t like thinking about California."

His voice was raw, like he had pulled the words from the deepest part of him. Not wanting to pry you stayed silent, and turned the radio up. By the time you got into town the gloomy mood in the truck had dissipated and you were on the edge of your seat, excited to explore. In the month or so you had lived with James you had never ventured back into the town, letting him go on errands himself. With every mile you got closer the snow receded until all that was left were greyish piles that lined the streets. The sight of other people had you nervous. James put the truck in park outside of a greenhouse-looking building, turning off the engine and getting out. He came around, opening your door for you and offering you a hand. You took it, trying to focus on anything but the contact.

“Thanks.” You murmured. James hummed a reply. His hand still holds onto yours. The town was just how you remembered it, small and sleepy, two story buildings with colorful fronts lining the main street. In front of you was the farmer’s market, that much you knew; James had described it to you before. He led you through the glass doors and looked back at you.

“You really do look beautiful.” He said, lowly. His thumb brushed across your knuckles, his fingers flexing around yours. The heat from his palm on yours had sweat pinpricking along your hairline, your words broken in your mouth. You stared, down at his hand, at how he held yours like he’s afraid to break it. You wanted him to never let go.

“You look very handsome, James.” You whispered back and he blushed. The moment was broken when a family walked by, bumping you both. James nodded, his cheeks pink, and walked forward.

The market was crowded, bustling with life despite the winter, stalls lined the aisles, filled with food and goods. You trailed behind James, taking in the sights. Through the opaque glass roof the sun filtered in, giving the place an underwater feel. A butcher and a baker were to your left, a leatherworker to your right. You took in your surroundings, getting used to being around crowds again.

“So,” James said, “where do you want to start?”

“Why don’t we start with the food then make our way around.” You were already eyeing the fruit stand, your gaze focused on a bushel of cherries. James grabbed a basket and followed you. You had already picked them up, inspecting them, by the time he made his way over to you. Wordlessly James handed the woman in the stall cash, taking the cherries from you and putting them in the basket.

“Oh, James, you didn’t have to-” You started.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, just pick out whatever you want.” James smiled, his eyes crinkling. You nodded, unsure what to say. Taking a step you continued forward, surveying what was around you. Next you stopped at another stall, filling the basket with vegetables. Carrots and parsnips for dinner, potatoes and squash and eggplants for later. James didn’t say anything as the basket got heavier, just smiled at you. While you were at the butchers he went and got a cart instead. You kept browsing, piling in beef and chicken and pork. James picked out the cuts of meat that you picked, choosing the best ones.

“C’mon.” James nudged you. “There’s a baker just down the way that has the best lemon loaves.”

“Mmm, that sounds good.” Walking beside him you couldn’t help but smile. Without thinking you grabbed onto James’ hand, lacing your fingers with his. He didn’t say anything and just let you hold on to him. He didn’t let go of you once you got over to the bakers, holding onto you the entire time. Your heart was going a million miles an hour, something between giddiness and nervousness bubbling in your chest. James seemed unaffected by it. He milled about the stall, dragging you with him while he went through the displays. The smell of fresh baked bread surrounded you and your stomach clenched. James loaded the cart, looking over his shoulder at something in the distance.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back. I just need to grab something.” He left you with a pat on the shoulder, sauntering off into the distance. You felt weirdly exposed without him by your side. It was a strange feeling, to want someone like you wanted James, you didn’t think you had felt it before. Leaning on the cart you turned your face to the glass ceiling, letting the sunlight fall upon you and warm your skin. The air was still crisp and chilly, though not in a bad way. A tap on your shoulder had you jumping and you turned around, only to be faced by James, who was carrying a bouquet of flowers. Lilies and daisies filled his hands, tied together by a light blue ribbon. You made a soft, choked sound, a smile blooming on your face. His hand shook slightly where he held them, a look torn between hope and worry dancing on his face. You swallowed, pushing down the tears that threatened to well up. It wasn’t the first time he had bought you flowers but for some reason it hit harder, felt different. Maybe it was the expression on his face or the way his eyes darted to your lips but there was something there that wasn’t there those other times. You could no longer ignore the rush of emotions that overtook you when you looked at him. You were in love. Realizing you had just been standing there staring you took the bouquet from his outstretched hand and cleared your throat.

“Thank you.” You knew you should say more but your voice wasn’t strong enough.

“You like them?” He dropped his hand, letting it fall down onto your waist. You fought the urge to shudder at his touch.

“Of course I- Yes, I like them very much.” You stuttered. James kept his hand on your waist, guiding you closer to him. His eyes roamed again, this time searching your face before settling back on your eyes.

“Are you ready to head home?” The words seemed to carry more weight than they should’ve. You nodded, taking yet another half-step towards him. You were almost pressed chest to chest like this, his breath fanning out against your hairline. James gave a nod then started walking back over to the entrance, taking you with him. The sun was starting to slide into the west once you stepped back outside, the paved streets painted with orange and pink. James loaded the truck, insisting that he do it himself. You sat in the cab, still holding you flowers, and traced over the many petals. They were satin soft under your fingers, not yet in full bloom. The truck jostled when James got back in, turning the engine and peeling away from the curb. A calm quiet settled over you both. You were exhausted already, pent up and ready for bed. James turned on the radio, not country, and drove.

Night had begun to set in when you got back to the ranch, birdsong ringing out in the trees. You went in first, grabbing a vase from the kitchen and placing the flowers in them before propping the door open and heading back outside. He was already hauling three of the bags out of the truck when you got back outside, grunting at the weight of the frozen meat.

“Here, I can help.” You called, hurrying over. James waved you off with a full hand.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” He made his way up the front steps. “How about you start putting all this away?”

“Sure,” You said, stepping back into the house. James set the bags down on the table and headed back outside to get the rest. You were almost done by the time James came back in with the last of the bags. He helped you with the rest of it, leaving out what he needed to make dinner.

“I’m gonna go get changed. I’ll be back down in a minute.” You patted James’ arm. “Thank you for today.”

James took hold of your hand and brought it up to his face. His lips ghosted across the ridge of your knuckles. You whimpered, a myriad of feelings raging inside you. He dropped it, turned, and went back into the kitchen like nothing happened. You scurried upstairs before you did anything stupid.

Things between you two changed after that day and as spring came you and James only got closer. However, neither of you were willing to press pass that silent boundary between friends and something more. Instead you hovered awkwardly, pretending every touch from him didn’t set you on fire, that his voice didn’t fill your dreams at night. You felt like you were going insane. You were so filled with need, so pent up that you could barely think straight.

Outside your window the world was tranquil, peaceful, unlike your feverish mind. Every little thing James did set you off, had you pressing your thighs together to try and relieve the throbbing in your core. He had gotten more touchy in the weeks since the market, always having a hand on your back or hips, always brushing against you absentmindedly. Desire clouded your mind when you were around him, making you dumb with lust. You felt like you were going to explode but there was nothing you could do about it, not when James was only a few feet away and the only thing separating you were paper thin walls.

You had tried to bury yourself in your work, desperate for a distraction. It didn’t help much and your thoughts wandered no matter how much you tried to stay focused. The numbers in front of you blurred as you stared at them, your head pounding. Resting your head on your hand you groaned and looked out the window. You regretted it immediately. James stood in the small clearing to the side of the house, axe in hand, taking a rest in between chopping wood. The snow had melted some, the clearing mostly grass and dirt under his feet. His skin glistened with sweat under the sunlight. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, the contours of his muscles only deepened by shadows. His biceps bulged as he swung the axe again. His back faced you, strong and broad, and you had to look away. That same yearning was back, only stronger, slowing your mind to a crawl and filling your head with cotton. A soft whine left your lips when you shifted in your seat, and you felt yourself shiver, shake with wanting. He swung the axe again. You wanted him, needed him to come to you, to crowd you against the desk and-

Heat washed over you, your skin burning. Whimpering in frustration you threw your pen down, huffing. Unable to take it anymore you stood, leaving your things at the desk. Your panties clung uncomfortably to your soaked center with every step you took. The need for release had your core aching, your breath coming out in heated puffs.

You took the steps two at a time, almost tripping on the landing. The entire way up your mind ran rampant with thoughts of James. Slamming your door behind you, you made a beeline to the chest of drawers over at the far side of your room, ripping open your underwear drawer. Sifting through your panties it took a minute of searching but you found what you were looking for: the small, baby blue bullet vibrator that you had brought with you on a whim. The silicone was smooth in your hand and you tossed it onto your bed. Your hands shook as you pulled your shirt over your head, a shudder running through you when your heated skin made contact with the cool air. A moan ripped from your mouth when you undid your bra, your nipples pebbling and a shock went down your spine. You shoved your leggings and panties down in one go, almost tripping over yourself in your hurry to get into bed. You didn’t even bother with pulling the covers down and climbed on, patting the surface until you found your vibrator.

You slid your free hand between your legs, feeling yourself up. You were dripping, your inner thighs slick and sticky with arousal. Slowly, you slid your fingers over your folds, tracing over your entrance, teasing yourself. James would take his time with you, you thought, would want you begging him. You set a pace you thought he would take, dancing your fingers over your entrance but never dipping in, spreading your wetness around. His hands filled your thoughts, the strong roughness of them. His fingers were worn and calloused, strong too. He’d use them to tease you, to fill you. Slamming your eyes shut you imagined it, him sitting between your legs, spreading you open, playing with you. Bringing your fingers up to your clit, you started a slow, lazy pace. White hot pleasure bloomed in your core, melting you from the inside out.

You could picture it, that proud smile stretching across his lips as you soaked the sheets at his touch. Writhing, your hips jerked, rolling your core against your fingers. James would hold you in place, press you down into the mattress and make you take it. Your head fell back onto your pillows, your jaw going slack. That familiar warmth bubbled in your core already. You slowed your pace, wanting to draw it out. Dipping your fingers into your entrance you collected the wetness there, bringing it up to your clit. It was obscene how wet you were, staining your blanket with your arousal. You imagined James crawling between your thighs, holding them open as he kissed along your sensitive skin. He’d take his time, making a path up from your knees, all the way up to where you needed him. You could feel the ghost of his lips against you, your hips bucking up into the fantasy.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed. Your mouth was dry and sweat beaded along your hair line.

Reaching off to the side you blindly felt for your vibrator, groaning when you got your hands on it. In your mind it was James who was holding it, James who was running it against the seam of your cunt. You could hear him telling you how good you were for him, how badly he wanted you. Your hips stuttered. You flicked on the vibrator, your muscles tensing at the first pulse. You bit down on your lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep quiet. It failed. A keening whine fell from your mouth and you jolted, your legs slamming shut. The vibration had you trembling, your feet kicking against the bed.

James’ voice echoed in your ear, whispering all the things you wanted to hear. Over the rush of blood you could hear him praising you in that low, soft tone of his. He’d tell you how pretty you were like this, how long he’d waited to see you fall apart for him. In your imagination he was harsher than normal, grunting in your ear, groaning at the sight of you.

“Oh, James, please.” You whispered. You pressed the vibrator harder to your clit, imagining his hands forcing your legs open for him, spreading them around his broad form. You imagined him sliding a hand up the inside of your thigh, two thick fingers delving between your folds, pushing into you. He’d coo at you how tight you were, how he’d barely fit. Your pussy fluttered around nothing.

You wanted him in bed with you, crowding you against the mattress. You thought back to a few days ago when he had carried you up the stairs after a movie, how strong he had been against you, how much bigger he was. You imagined him above you, pinning you down and holding you still while you shook with pleasure. Tears damped your lashes and your brows furrowed as you felt the knot in your gut tighten. The blanket underneath you clung to your back from sweat and your hair stuck to your temple. You felt like you were on fire.

You wanted more than just his fingers, you wanted him in you, filling you completely. From what you had seen you knew he was big, knew he’d stretch you out and make you his. You wanted it so bad it hurt. You pictured him in bed with you, bending you over and driving into you until all you could do was scream. He’d lay himself over your back, bite at your neck and whisper in your ear. Then it changed, you were on your back, legs strung over his shoulders. He was so deep you could taste him. You imagined his face, his brows drawn together in pleasure, the light pink blush that would paint his cheeks.

“Fuck, Jamie.” Circling the vibrator over your clit you shook, moans ripping from your chest. Your noises filled the room, the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls. You couldn’t hold back anymore. The coil in your gut grew tighter and you arched your back, angling your hips down and rolling them. Your toes curled and you gritted your teeth, you were so close you could taste it.

Lost in your fantasy you didn’t hear the knock on your door or the creak of the old hinges as it swung open. The carpet rustling had you jolting and the sound of your name forced a scream out of you. James stood in your doorway, his mouth agape and eyes wide, staring at you. The tension in your core dissipated, replaced by cold, slimy embarrassment. You dropped the vibrator, your hands coming up in a futile attempt to cover yourself. James just stood there, seemingly frozen until a groan from you had him averting his eyes.

“Oh shit, sorry, sorry. I’m so sorry.” He panted, turning around and bracing himself on the doorframe. You sat there frozen, speechless.

“I heard you from outside. You were calling my name and I thought… I thought maybe you needed help and when you didn’t answer I…” He trailed off. Shuffling forward you grabbed the extra blanket from the foot of your bed and pulled it over yourself. You didn’t know what to say. You cleared your throat and he turned around. His hands fell down to his front, strategically covering his crotch. You followed the movement, heat flaring in your core. His gaze never left you, his eyes tracing over what skin wasn’t covered by the blanket. He ran his hand through his hair and took his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I, uh… I thought you couldn’t hear me from outside.” You mumbled. Under the blanket you fidgeted with your thumbs. You couldn’t read James, couldn’t decipher what the look on his face meant. It made your stomach turn. But somehow, despite all of it you were still uncomfortably wet, and James’ presence didn’t help. You tried to school yourself into being calm but you couldn’t change the way your heart raced.

“You were thinking about me.” James stated, his eyes narrowing. Your breath hitched, a chill running through your body. James took a half step into your room. You sat there, stunned into silence, unable to say anything to defend yourself.

“James…” You scooted back on your bed until your back rested against the headboard. James came closer, still holding his hand over his lap.

“That’s why you were calling my name, you were thinking of me while you were getting off.” There was no anger in his tone, just determination, and a little bit of desperation. “Tell me the truth.”

“James, I, I was.” You hung your head, shame and embarrassment mixing into an ugly cocktail inside of you. He let out a heavy exhale, bringing one hand up to card it through his hair. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, watching his face, trying to piece together what he was thinking. He dropped the other hand, giving you a clear view of where his cock was straining against the confines of his jeans. Your mouth hung open and a quiet whine slipped from your lips.

“I knew it.” He had that smile on his lips, that same, self-satisfied grin that you had been dreaming about. You swallowed hard, your throat clicking. Arousal sparked back up again inside you.

“You’re not mad?” You tilted your head, looking up at James with wide eyes. James shook his head, smiling, though softer than earlier.

“Oh baby, no, of course I’m not mad. I just didn’t want to make the first move ‘cause I didn’t want you to feel pressured.” He took another step closer to you and slid his thumbs into his belt loops. His fingers created a v right to where he was hard. He was as big as you hoped he’d be, as you knew he’d be. You suppressed a shudder at the sight of him.

“James.” You whined, your head spinning with lust.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” There was no hiding the desire in his eyes, not with the way the light blue seemed to burn at the sight of you.

Your eyes roamed his body, taking him in like it was the first time you saw him.

“Need you, please.” Your words were barely more than a whimper, breathy with need. Shifting your shoulders, you let the blanket slip down your frame a couple inches, baring the top of your breasts to James. His eyes darkened, his brows furrowing.

“Need me to what? Wanna hear you say it, baby, be good for me and use your words.” James murmured. The weight of his gaze sent pinpricks up your skin.

“Need you to touch me, please. Want you so bad.” Reaching out, you patted your mattress, beckoning him over. “Please, I need your help.”

James took one step, then another, then another, till he was standing at the edge of your bed, looking down at you through his lashes. He took a seat slowly and reached his hand out, his fingers tangling in the blanket you had covering you. He pulled, gently at first, but then harder, pulling the fabric off your bare frame. You shivered at the exposure. Your nipples hardened, your hair standing on edge from the cold. He traced the lines of your body, his eyes roaming you curves. You lowered yourself down onto your elbows, arching your back so your tits stuck out to him. Whining, you parted your legs, spreading yourself for him. James choked on a breath.

“Jamie, please touch me, I need it.” You writhed against the blankets, pressing your thighs together and whining. Reaching forward, James wrapped his hands around your knees, prying your legs back open again. The feeling of his hands on your bare skin had electricity dancing through your nerves, leaving you trembling.

“Uh uh, baby, keep your legs open for me. Wanna see you.” He dropped one hand, patting around the bed until he found your discarded vibrator. The light blue silicone still glistened with your wetness, the residue coating James’ hand. He grinned.

“You’re really worked up, aren’t you, sweetie?” James cooed. He smoothed his free hand up your leg, his fingers dipping into the crease of your thigh. “Why don’t you show me what you were doing before I came up here, hmm?”

He held out the vibrator to you, grabbing your wrist and placing it on your hand. You tightened your fingers around it, frowning. Pouting you laid back down, spreading your legs wider.

“Good girl.” James grabbed one of your ankles and brought it to rest on the outside of his hip. “Look at you, so pretty.”

You flushed at the complement, your cheeks burning. Pressing the button on the bullet you turned it on to the second highest setting, skipping the warm up. The first set of vibrations had electricity shooting up your spine, your back bowing and hips twisting. James stared intently, watching the way your pussy fluttered and how your arousal dampened the sheets.

“That’s it, good girl. Just keep going for me.” He grabbed your free hand, his fingers tightening around yours. A bolt of pleasure shot through your core at the contact. You were so pent up, so needy from being denied before you could feel yourself already getting close to the edge.

“Jamie, fuck, ‘ts too much.” You kicked out the foot that wasn’t by him, whining while you thrashed against the sheets.

“You can do it, I know you can.” He squeezed your hand, bringing it up and pressing his lips to your knuckles.

You gritted your teeth, muffling the pathetic sound that threatened to break free. Shifting your grip, you moved the vibrator away from your oversenstive clit. James dropped your hand, gripping your wrist and moving it back into place. The direct contact had you shaking, and biting your lip to silence your moans.

“C’mon baby, wanna hear those pretty sounds. Let it out, sweet girl.” He moved his hand to your hip, his fingers stretching across your lower stomach and pressing you down onto the bed. You weren’t able to hold back anymore, whimpers bleeding from your mouth as searing pleasure filled your veins.

“James, oh fuck, please.” You moaned.

“‘M right here baby,” he reached up, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Jamie, please, more, need it.” You felt tears wetting your lashes and you blinked them back, looking up at James through wide eyes.

“Tell me what you were thinking about before I came in here, wanna hear it baby.” He shuffled up the bed, pressing further between your thighs. You could feel the heat radiating off his body and your own skin burned from arousal. It took a moment for James words to get through your lust fogged brain

“Oh fuck, okay. Was thinking about your hands, about how good your fingers would feel inside of me.” You started. “Want them in me so bad, James please.

“Keep going.”

“And, and how much bigger you are than me. Want you to fuck me, Jamie, want it so bad, please.” Your voice broke off, your pussy clenching around nothing. The vibrations shot through your body, heat building in your gut. “‘M close, I need…”

James wrapped his hand around your wrist, tugging it away and pinning it by your side. You let out a choked sob and shuddered, fighting against his grip. The tension that had built in your core fizzled away again, leaving you feeling empty. You huffed, wriggling, trying to throw him off you.

“Jamie, Jamie please, need…” You panted, holding your hand out to him. He smiled but kept hold of your wrist.

“What do you need sweetheart?” He smoothed his thumb over the inside of your wrist.

“I don’t know, I just need you.” You kicked out again, pouting. James shushed you, pinning your ankles with his free hand. A moan left your lips at the strength of his grip. He leaned over you, his frame covering yours completely. Letting go of your ankles James shuffled forwards between your legs until you were spread wide around him.

“Alright, baby, alright. I’ll give you what you want.” He took the vibrator from you, turning it on to the lowest setting. He slid it through your folds and you jerked at the touch. Your core clenched and you whined, so wound up you were bound to snap any minute. You tried to shift, to move the vibrator closer to your clit. He pinned your hips down with his free hand, his fingers splaying over your stomach.

“‘Ve waited so long for this.” He shifted the vibrator, pressing it directly on your clit. “Knew I needed you since the moment I saw you. Wanted you that first night, God, it was so hard to hold myself back.” He groaned, his grip tightening around your hip. James flicked his wrist, drawing teasing circles over your clit. You whined, a shiver wracking your body. James held you still through it, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You didn’t even know what you were doing, did you? Driving me fucking crazy. God, I swear every time we touched you made me dizzy, made me feel like a teenager again. Knew you were gonna be trouble since the first time I met you, just too pretty for your own good.” James brought his hand up to your face, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them together, forcing your lips to part. He let go after a second, dragging his thumb across your lower lip.

“James,” you whimpered, pleasure building in your gut.

“Shhh, baby, I'm gonna take care of, don’t worry, sweet girl.” He turned up the setting on the device, sending a showwave through. Your hand shot out, grabbing his other wrist and tugging.

“Please Jamie, need more, need you inside of me.” You wrapped your hand around two of his fingers and tugged again. He huffed, smiling down at you.

“Yeah, baby? Tell me exactly what you need.” He purred.

It took you a second to get your thoughts together and you blurted, “need your fingers in me Jamie, ‘ve been dreaming about it. Need it so bad.” You were so empty it stung, your pussy clenching around nothing, dripping all over the bed.

“Yeah, you want me to fill you up?” He slid his hand down from your hips, cresting over your lower stomach, your skin prickling in his wake. He brought his hand down further, his fingers tracing over the crease of your thigh. The weight of his hand was grounding and you rolled your hips up into his touch.

“Please.” You gasped, desire pushing the air from your lungs.

“You think you can take ‘em?” James gave you a wicked grin and brought his hand up, dangling his two fingers in front of your face. He traced over your lips, sliding the tips of his fingers over the seam of your lips. Sticking your tongue out you lapped at them, humming at the salty taste of his skin. Settling back down on the bed you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Yeah, I can. Can take whatever you give me.” You nudged his thigh with your heel.

“Good girl.” He trailed his hand back down your body, tracing over your tits and flicking your nipples. He pulled back the vibrator so he could thumb at your clit before he put it back, turning up the setting again. He ran his fingers through your folds, teasing you and coating his digits in your wetness. Circling your entrance he dipped the tips of his fingers in, spreading you. You open your mouth to whine at him again and then he was sliding them in, stopping at the first knuckle. There was a sore pinch and you sifted, your body aching at the stretch. You took a breath, relaxing around him. Fire shot through your veins as he started to work them deeper, sliding in and out until the palm of his hand was flush with your center. He held them there, watching your face as you opened up around him. The combination of the vibrations and the fullness of his fingers had you gasping for air.

He crooked his fingers inside of you, pressing against a spot that had you jerking, a strangled moan clawing its way from your throat. You rolled your hips down onto his hand, chasing the sensation. He did it again, then slowly pulled his fingers out of you before sliding them back in. He repeated the motion, filling you up, making sure to brush over that spot in you every time. You writhed underneath him, your breath coming out in broken huffs. He circled the vibrator in time with his fingers and you swore you whited out for a moment. Rolling your hips down onto him you pulled a groan from him while he watched your pussy suck in his fingers. He picked up his pace, thrusting them into you faster, a slick noise filling the air.

“Thats it baby, such a good girl for me. Look so pretty like this.” He changed the angle of his wrist, hitting something inside you that you had never felt before. “Feel so good ‘round my fingers, so fucking tight and warm. Gonna feel so good ‘round my cock.”

You gave a garbled moan in reply, your head spinning with pleasure. The knot in your gut tightened already, your body tense, ready to snap. James rolled his fingers in and out of you, dragging his knuckles against your entrance. It was almost too much, your pussy spasming around him while you fought to hold on.

“Jamie, oh my God, please, need more, I…”

James let you buck and writhe under him, watching the way your body twisted in pleasure. He turned up the setting on the vibrator, humming when you gave a sharp cry. Your legs flexed around him, tightening on his waist.

“There you go. That what you wanted, baby?” He scissored his fingers inside you and the added stretch made you whine. James brushed his lips over your collar bone when your voice broke off in a whine, nudging his nose against your throat.

“I… I…” You gasped. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him closer, pressing your forehead up against his. It was impossible to think like that so you just whined, unable to string the words together.

“More, please.” Was all you could get out. James nodded and pressed a third finger to your entrance, rubbing at you until you relaxed more. He slipped it in slowly, watching your face as you dissolved under him. Your lips parted in a silent moan. You tangled your fingers in James’ hair, tugging him closer. He groaned as you pulled and you could feel his hips twitch between yours. Chastely, you closed the distance, brushing your lips against his in a light kiss. You pulled back after half a second, unable to keep the smile off your face. James returned the grin before surging forward, slotting his mouth against yours. His lips were soft and warm, just like you thought they would be. He slid his tongue along the seam of your lips, lapping into your mouth the second you parted them. You shuddered at the taste of him, clenching around his fingers.

Tears slid down your face and into your mouth, making the slide of his lips against yours even slicker. James groaned at the taste of them, pulling back to watch you. Your lips were numb and kiss-swollen.

“Jamie,” your breath was coming out in frantic pants as you barely held on.

“What, baby? Is it too much?” He slowed the pace of his fingers and you groaned, bucking your hips down in desperation.

“Don’t stop, fuck, please don’t stop. ‘M so close.”

“Okay, baby, okay. I’ll give you what you need.” James started thrusting his fingers again and you went limp against the mattress. Your jaw hung open and you whined, your body going tighter and tighter. White washed over you, your vision going blank and heat filling your veins as you shuddered.

“Shh, that’s it baby, there you go.” James cooed, slowly lifting the vibrator from your clit. You shook through the come down, your lashes damp and heavy with tears. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, kissing your cheek when you whined. You blinked your heavy eyelids, finally catching your breath.

“Oh my God.” You panted, grinning.

“Yeah?” James brushed a stray strand of hair off your cheek.

“Yeah.” You groaned, stretching. James wiped his hands on the blankets before wedging them under you. He lifted you slowly, cradling you against his chest. The world spun a little when you moved and you squealed, clinging onto James. Standing, James started walking out of the room.

“What are you doing?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for stability. James stepped out into the hallway and kept walking.

“Taking you to my room, I got a better bed.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, his mustache tickling your skin. Once you were in his room he set you on the bed gently, staring down at you with glimmering eyes. He reached behind him, grabbing onto his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. Each inch of sunkissed skin that was exposed to you had heat simmering in your belly. From this close you could see all the little details you only dreamed about when watching him from the window. He was toned, lean muscle filling out his frame nicely. His stomach was smooth and trim, a light gold trail dusting just under his belly button and disappearing under the waist of his jeans. He undid his belt next, sliding it through the loops and tossing it to the ground. Taking another step towards you he dropped his hands to the fly of his jeans, popping the button and flicking the zipper down. You waited with baited breath as he shimmied his jeans down over his hips, pushing his briefs down with them. His cock surged upwards once it was freed from the fabric, hard and twitching, standing proud against his stomach. He was as big as you thought he would be, long and thick, the tip flushed a soft red. Your mouth dried out at the sight of him and you whined, already needy again.

James crawled onto the bed with you, crowding you up the mattress and settling between your thighs. He held himself over you, using one hand to prop himself up, the other one sliding between his legs and took hold of his cock. He shuffled forward and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“You’re sure?” James asked, tapping the head of his cock against your clit.

“Yes, James, please. Need it, please.” You canted your hips downward, grinding on him.

He grunted, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. Gently, he shifted his hips forward, groaning as he tried to work his way into you. The pressure of him made your head spin. You both let out moans when the head finally slipped in. Even just that had you gasping, the stretch stinging in your hips. He sat still, letting you get used to the feeling of him in you.

“Okay, keep going.” You whispered, blinking your eyes open. James smiled down at you and leaned forward, his lips brushing your cheek.

“Alright, sweetheart, whatever you want.” He began to push in again, sliding deeper into you. Every inch had you breathless, your body overwhelmed by him. It felt like he was taking up all the space inside you, like he was pressing up into your lungs, your stomach. You were so full it made you dizzy.

“Doing so good for me, baby, halfway there.” James worked his free hand under you, tilting your hips up to make the slide of him easier. All you could get out was a whine in response. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton, floating up above your body as you were saturated with arousal. You made a soft sort of gasping sound when James finally bottomed out, knocking the air out of you.

“How’s it feel baby? Does it feel good? ‘Cause it feels so good for me, sweet girl.” James lowered himself down onto his forearm so he was hovering over you, his hair falling in a curtain around your head.

“So good, Jamie. ‘Ts big.” You breathed, a dazed smile stretching across your lips. He twitched inside you, his hips jerking forward the slightest bit. Your mind went blank at the movement, your jaw dropping and hanging open.

“Shit, baby, don’t say stuff like that, you’re gonna make me cum.” He groaned, shuddering. You hummed at that, desire heating your belly. You could feel yourself relaxing around him, the sharp stretch soothing into a throbbing sense of fullness.

“Yeah, Jamie?” You grinned, all teeth. “You gonna fill me up?”

James groaned, his head thudding on your clavicle. His breath came out in pants against your skin, heating you.

“Evil, evil woman.” James brought his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek. You leaned into his palm, your lashes tickling his thumb. Leaning down, James pressed his lips to yours. You licked into his mouth, tracing over his teeth, whining at the sharp sting of his canines. James throbbed inside you and you mewled into his mouth, fluttering around him. James' hand fell to your thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh and pulling you closer to him. His hips jumped. You nodded as best you could, whimpering against his lips, wordlessly begging him to start moving. The first drag of him backward had your jaw dropping. He pulled out halfway, holding himself there before rolling his hips forward, sliding back in. It set you alight and you panted against his lips, your breath breaking in your chest. The slide of him sent heat through your veins, each inch of him that plunged back into you burning you where you lay. James groaned into you, his hand tightening on your thigh, his blunt nails biting into your skin. You shivered at the ache.

He started slow, rocking back and forth, filling you with each thrust. James grunted, his low groans mixing with your moans, his breath dancing with yours. The air between you was humid, heavy with the scent of sex. You flexed your legs around his waist, urging him harder, deeper. It was better than anything you had fantasized about, had dreamed about. The slide of him against your sensitive entrance had sparks dancing across your vision, pleasure filling your core. Heaving against him, you panted into his open mouth, his tongue darting in and lapping up your moans. Your hands slid up from his forearms, along his biceps, all the way up to his shoulders and down his back where you dug your nails into the hard flesh. James’ hips bucked into you hard, his cock ramming against your walls. He turned his head, breathing heavily onto your cheek.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, his voice wavering as you scratched your nails up his shoulder blades.

“Yeah?” You whispered, kissing along the corner of his mouth and up his mustache.

“Harder.” James angled his hips upwards, hitting a spot that made you go tense, your nails biting into his skin. The moan he let out made you head hazy, your pussy clenching around his cock at the sound. Every thrust had his cock pressing against something inside you that you had never felt before. Your body buzzed with pleasure. He picked up the pace, your groaning mixing with the slick sound of skin on skin, the noises filling the room. You threw your head back, whining, rolling your hips down to match James’ thrusts. His lips found your throat, kissing along the line of your collar bone, his mustache tickling your skin as he sucked marks along the column of your neck. His teeth grazed you, his canines scraping over skin, leaving pink and red marks behind. The bed creaked with every thrust, slow and deep, filling you to the brim each time.

“Jamie, oh fuck.” You dragged your hands up his back, tangling them in his hair and pulling. He flexed between your legs, his muscles tense as he drove himself into you. You slid up the bed with each thrust, the blankets and sheets bunching around you. He kissed along your jaw line, up to your earlobe, his teeth pricking the sensitive skin.

“I know, baby, I know. Doin’ so good for me sweetheart, so fucking good, such a sweet girl.” James breathed, burying his head in the crook of your neck. His hands wrapped around your waist, tugging you down the bed to meet his every thrust.

“James…” Your core ached as you shook with pleasure, your moans bouncing off the walls of his room. The world was hazy around you, your existence slimming down until there was just James.

“Waited so long, God, it was worth it, feel so fucking good, baby, knew you would. That’s it sweet girl, feel so fuckin’ good ‘round my cock. So pretty, God, you look so beautiful right now.” James groaned. You whimpered at his words, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down into a kiss. Scraping your teeth on his bottom lip, you pulled a moan from him. You broke the kiss, laying back down onto the pillow. His cheeks were flushed and shiny, his pupils blown wide with arousal and his lips swollen from your kisses. He looked perfect like that. Heat rose through your body, surging through your hips and belly, straight to your core.

“More, Jamie.” You scratched your nails against his scalp.

“C’mon baby, where’re your manners?” He huffed, a smile stretching across his lips. He slowed his thrusts, sitting with his cock half-burried in you.

“Oh fuck you,” you cried, trying to rock your hips onto his cock. He held you down on the mattress, his fingers pressing bruises into your waist. “Fine, please James, fuck me harder.”

“There’s my good girl. So sweet for me.” James placed a kiss on the tip of your nose before straightening back up again. He wrapped his hands around your knees, dragging your legs up and throwing them over his shoulder. Snapping his hips forward, he slammed all the back into you again, burying himself to the hilt. He slid in deeper this way, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix, sending a shiver up your spine. His eyes fixed on where you were spit open around him, a low curse leaving his lips at how you looked stretched around his cock.

“God, baby, look so good, all full of me. Such a sweet girl, taking my cock like this, knew you could.” He pulled back before thrusting back in again, sheathing himself in you. It made you moan and he chased the noise, pressing back in, dragging his cock against your sweet spot. From this angle you could see his cock plunging into you with every thrust, a creamy ring of your arousal glistening around the base of it. You tightened around him at the sight, your body going tense and rigid.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Wanted me to fuck you, fill up your sweet cunt. I’ll give you want sweetheart, I’ll give you what you need.” Sweat glistened on both of your skin, the slide between you slick and easy.

“Jamie, oh fuck, please.” You couldn’t think, not like this, not when you were so full you couldn’t breath. You reached out behind you, fisting your hands in the pillows, rocking your hips up to meet James’ thrusts. The sounds coming from between you were louder now, echoing off the walls as his pace picked up. You slammed your eyes shut, a sob slipping from between your lips. James hips pressed into your ass with each thrust, the beginnings of bruises blooming in his wake. The rhythm he set made your mind numb, and all you could do was moan. Tears dampened your lashes, sliding down over your cheeks, down your neck, pooling in the hollow of your throat.

“You know what I dreamed about?” James leaned over you, pressing your knees up by your ears. Your hips ached from being stretched open, your cunt sore from James cock. Your moans trilled up into shrieks with each thrust, the knot in your gut tightening.

“What, Jamie?” You panted.

“Fuck, thought about you every goddamn night, no matter how fuckin’ hard I tried not to. From the moment I saw you I knew I wanted you, knew I needed you.” His hand, slick with sweat, slipped down your thigh. He moved it back up. “Wanted you in the kitchen, wanted to lay you out on the table and make a feast of your sweet cunt. I thought about it every movie night, how easy it would’ve been to slip my hands in those tiny scraps you call shorts and play with your pretty pussy.”

“Should’ve,” was all you could get out between moans. Your words egged him on and he drove his cock into you harder. Your heels thudded against his back with each thrust, your thighs flexing around his throat. James' lips ghosted over your cheeks, soaking up the tears that stained them. He groaned at the taste, his tongue darting out and sliding over your skin.

“I know, baby, I know. Held myself back for so fucking long and there you were, all spread out and waiting for me like a goddamn present.” He kissed down your throat, going over the marks from earlier that were already purpling. He dropped his hands to your tits, squeezing them together, kissing along the swell of them. He flicked his tongue over one and sucked on it, thumbing at the other. Electricy shot down to your core with each pass of his tongue and you tugged on his hair, thrashing your head on the pillow.

“Jamie, fuck, feels so good.”

He pulled off you with a pop, grinning up at you. He brought one hand back up to your thigh, pressing it forward. Trailing his lips back up your chest, James kissed a path up until his lips were tickling your ear.

“God, love you so much, you have no fucking idea. ‘Ve loved you since I met you, my perfect fucking girl.” He groaned, tears slipping down his face and landing on your shoulder. Your heart soared at his words and you choked on a sob, tugging him closer.

“Love you too, Jamie. Need you, please…” You whined, too far gone to form a full sentence. James cradled your head in his hand, his thumb brushing away the tears that streamed down your face.

“Need you too, baby, always need you, my sweet girl. Gonna be you and me, forever, I promise.” His rhythm was losing its pace, his thrusts harder, quicker as you both fell apart. You dug your nails into his forearms, red marks blooming on his sunkissed skin. The blanket beneath you was ruined, soaked with your sweat and arousal. James’ hair was damp, darker around the hair line and curlier. James’ cock jumped inside you and he groaned, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“Love you so much, Jamie, oh fuck, I can’t…” You broke off, your voice cracking after a thrust from James. He nipped at your neck, kissing over the stinging skin.

“Can’t what, baby?” He heaved, thrusting his cock into your harder. Your inner thighs stung from his thrusts, but you whined, a wordless plea for more. The air caught in your lungs when the head of his cock hit that soft, spongy spot inside you.

“‘M so close, can’t go much longer.” You mewled, your back arching, pressing your tits up against his torso. The hair on his chest rubbed against your nipples, sending shockwaves through you.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you gonna cum all over my cock?” James purred in your ear. He slid his hand down from your thigh, over your stomach, down to your pussy. He traced his fingers over your stretched entrance, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

“Mhmm, fuck, want you to cum in me Jamie, please, need you to.” You gasped, your pussy fluttering around him. James’ hips stuttered at your words, his cock jerking inside you.

“Oh fuck.”

“Please, James, need it.” You could feel yourself about to unravel, every nerve in your body wound so tight you thought you would break.

“Okay, sweetheart, whatever you want.” James moaned, “now c’mon, baby, cum for me.”

He slid his fingers over your clit, rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves. A strangled moan left your lips as the tension in your core finally snapped, pleasure rushing through your veins. You went limp against the bed, waves of pleasure washing over you. James gave a groan, going tense above you, then warmth filled you, his hips twitching one last time. He rolled over onto his side, cradling you to his chest, careful not to crush you. He exhaled heavily, resting his head on your shoulder. Slowly, he slid his hips backwards, pulling his cock out of you. You whined at the sudden emptiness and his cum leaked out of you, dripping down your thigh and onto the blanket. He sat up next to you, brushing the hair out of your face and smiled down at you.

“How you feelin’?” James murmured, his eyelids heavy.

“‘M good, sore.” You felt yourself start to sink, exhaustion weighing on your bones. James hummed, and reached under you, grabbing the blanket and pulling it down the bed. He worked the sheets out from under you and laid them over both of you, pulling you to his chest and kissed your hairline. You settled against him, the world going dark.

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