“Your mother knows he talks to you like that?”
“She tells me it’s my fault,” I shrug, trying to shake it off. “I’m a temptress and a whore sent here to ruin a worthy man of god. I mean, I’m answering the door in your shirt and nothing else. Who does that?”
“Hey, no. I answered the door, not you. It doesn’t matter what the fuck you’re wearing, he shouldn’t talk to you like that. Ever. How long has?—”
“Only since I turned eighteen, thankfully. I mean, I don’t know how much better it is that he waited, considering it was the day of my eighteenth birthday when he grabbed my ass, kissed me, and offered to turn me into a real woman in front of Jesus himself.”
“Woah, what?” I can see the anger building again, but I know what comes next. Maybe it’s for the best that he’s met them both now, so we can end this before we get any further. “He’s not going to touch you again, Angel. I won’t let him. I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe. From both of them.” He kisses my forehead, lips lingering long enough to make sure I know he’s telling the truth. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“I don’t understand. You’re… you’re still not leaving?”
“Lexi.” His face drops and I can see the pity in his eyes. “Shit, those two should be poster children for why religion is bullshit.” He brushed the side of my face with his finger. “Sorry, I don’t mean?—”
“I’m not religious. Completely faking it to—hell—I don’t even know. Keep in contact with my mother, who has spent the last fifteen years being a terrible human being, I guess. She wasn’t always like this. She’s…she’s all I’ve got now that my sister is so far away.”
He tilts my chin and his lips ghost mine. “You’ve got me now.”
As we kiss, I push him backward until he hits the wall. “James, I want to forget again. I want it to be you and me and to forget about what he said, or that he was ever even here.”
I kiss a trail from the center of his chest down to the top of his pants, which I pull down. He’s not hard, but who would be after all of that?
“Lexi, you don’t have to do t-this,” he stutters a little as I kiss along his thighs before I tease his cock.
“I want to. I want this.” I need him to understand. I need him to let me take back some control in my own way. He takes hold of my face and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Okay,” he whispers, eyes locked onto mine. “I am so glad I don’t have the Daddy kink.”
His face contorts while I continue, leaving soft kisses along the shaft and watch him harden in my hands. I like the way he tastes as my tongue slides along the thick vein, making him groan loudly. As the first drops of pre-cum form, I lick at them like a lollipop, eyes focused on his.
He lets out a deep moan and I grip the base in response, squeezing it as I slide him down my throat as far as I can. I have to take it slowly. I’ve never been with anyone like James before, not even close. It’s not like his cock needs to come with a warning label, but it’s certainly not average, either.
He pulls the pins out of my hair, fluffing it softly before he wraps my hair around his fingers. He doesn’t push, doesn’t force me down, allowing me to take the lead.
“Fuck, Angel. Just like that. It’s like you were meant for me, my beautiful muse.” There’s a high-pitched whine from him when he hits the back of my throat. I gag, choking a little, but I don’t stop. “Atta girl, looking so fucking pretty on my cock.”
I glance up, watching his head rock back and hit the wall as he rambles nonsense.
There’s another knock at the door, and I try to pull back, but he stops me. “Keep going, Sweetheart. Let him hear what you do to me. What he can’t ever fucking have.”
I hum the most sinful moan I possibly can, and the strangled noise he makes falls somewhere between a keen and a whimper. I cup his balls gently, rolling them with my fingers. His shattered breaths are the signal that he’s losing control, giving it over to me. It’s my turn to take him apart and put him back together. It’s my turn to claim him like he claimed me.
“Shit. I can’t…you feel so good. Angel, I’m gonna…”
His grip on my hair tightens as he holds me there, fucking my mouth deep and hard. Saliva drips down my chin, and I’m struggling a little at the size of him, but I don’t give up.
“I wish you could see how pretty you look on your knees. How beautifully and thoroughly ruined you look with that mouth on my cock. My perfect angel,” he pants out, wiping the tears from my cheek. “Fuuuuuck,” his body finally stills, and he fills my throat.
I swallow every drop, and when I release him with a soft pop, he falls to his knees in front of me and cups my face. His kiss is deeper and stronger than any before. Like I’ve sucked his soul out of his body, and he wants to see if he can get it back. It surprises me at first, but his hands are grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him before I can think too much about it. I wrap my legs around his waist and he stands, holding me, tongue still down my throat.
The knock comes again, followed by a different voice. “Are you assholes finished in there yet? It’s been like three hours!”
“Dani?”
“No, it’s the porn police. Put his pants back on and open the stupid door already.”
CHAPTER23
TIME AFTER TIME
