“Seriously?” I ask with surprise. Can he really mean that?
“Yes, baby,” he says in a smooth, sensual tone. “I want to do it so bad. I, like, need to make you come.”
“Um,” I pause, weighing this out. I can’t deny how much I want it, though I’m slow to nod my head. “Ok, I guess.”
“Fuck yeah!” He smiles. “Lie back on the pillows, ok?”
I lie back and he looks me over.
“It’d be a lot easier if you got naked” he smiles, “but I’m guessing you’re not about to go for that.”
I giggle and shake my head, biting my bottom lip.
“Then we’re gonna have to do this the middle school way,” he nods.
“What’s the middle school way?” I snicker with raised eyebrows.
“You can keep your clothes on, but open your legs wide so I can get my hand in there easier,” he instructs.
“Well, wait, what are you planning to do?” I ask, my eyes wide with curiosity and a little apprehension.
“I’m just gonna rub you on the outside, so don’t freak out,” he says with a shrug like it’s so obvious that I should have known it from the second he proposed this idea.
I gulp and look away.
“I can do it over your panties if you want, but it’ll be faster if you let me go direct,” he explains.
“I uh … um, I mean ...” I don’t know how to respond.
“Let’s try under the panties and then, if it freaks you out, we can do over,” he offers. I nod. “I’m gonna need to get you warmed up a little first, kid, so is it cool with you if I kiss your neck and stuff?”
I swallow hard and take a deep breath. Vivid memories of Dave Keegan’s pool party and the incident a few months ago come to mind. James kissed my neck both those times and it felt hotter than anything I’ve ever done. The man knows how to turn a girl on, I have to hand it to him.
“I mean, it’d be ideal if I could take this off because I know how sensitive your nipples are and it’d be good to start out there,” he explains, tugging at the hem of my nightie.
“Um ...” I need to think about that. I want this. Bad. Still, I’m worried that I’ll like it too much and that I won’t be able to separate this from our friendship. I don’t want him to be my boyfriend, but what if this changes that?
“I just want to touch ‘em a little bit,” he elaborates. “You know I fuckin’ love how hard your nipples get and I know it feels good for you when I play with them. I wanna do everything that makes you feel good because I need you to let go enough to have an orgasm. A lot of this shit’s in your head, so you gotta get really into it. So … shirt off, huh?”
I pause and think it over. “Yeah, ok,” I nod. “But, one thing,”
“Uh-huh?” he smiles. I think he’s enjoying this negotiation.
“Can we turn off the lights first?” I timidly ask.
“You want the lights off? Why?” he replies, snickering at my shyness.
“I just, I feel weird about you seeing me with my shirt off,” I meekly respond.
“Why? I’ve seen you in bikinis and stuff. I saw your tits for a couple seconds just now in the bathroom,” he says like he’s genuinely confused about this.
“I’m just ... I’m not pretty, James. Not like those girls in your videos. If you really want me to take my shirt off, that means you’re gonna see me. A lot of me. I’m self-conscious because I know you won’t like it, since I’m not all silicone and perky like they are.”
He laughs loudly and shakes his head. “Are you kiddin’ me?”
“What?” I smile at his jovial reaction.
“Lola, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. Why would you ever be self-conscious about anything? You’re a knock out, kid,” he says with sincerity. “I’m actually totally psyched to see you with your clothes off again. I think you’re gorgeous and your body’s super sexy.”
It’s blunt, but I can tell he’s being a hundred percent honest. This isn’t just some line of bullshit to get me to take my top off, he really means that stuff. It’s kind of touching.
I give him a subtle nod and he sits me up and reaches for the bottom of my skirt. He gently removes it and then looks down at my bare chest for a few seconds before I feel overcome with modesty and cover myself with my hands. When he looks up at me, he’s got a big appreciative smile that makes me snicker.
“Very nice, Lo!” he says, giving me a thumbs up.
I burst into laughter and he chuckles along with me.
“Alright,” he says, taking my wrists and nudging my hands down.
“Wait, you’re really gonna do this?” I bashfully inquire.
“Yeah, babe,” he nods. “I can’t play with your nipples if I can’t get at your titties.”
I take a deep breath and shake my head at myself. I’m going to let him do this. I’m going to let James get me completely topless here in his bedroom, even though I know I shouldn’t. My mind is coming up with excuses left and right, but I’m already nodding to him.
“Wait!” I interject as I’m suddenly bared to him.
“Yeah?” he asks sweetly like none of this is a big deal at all.
“I can’t—I have to turn the lights off. This is too bizarre to do with the room lit up like the goddamned Fourth of July.”
He laughs loudly. “You mean the single lamp on the nightstand with the 40 watt bulb?” he dryly teases. “Yeah, it’s like a stadium in here.”
“James,” I whine, “just get it dark in here, ok?”
He looks at my pleading face and snickers. “They’re just boobs, Lo. I’ve seen them before—including yours.”
I ignore him and I reach over to turn off the lamp myself. I can’t have the lights on. Something about watching him touch me seems too intense. I’ll be able to hide my stunned reaction in the cloak of darkness and I won’t have to worry about him seeing how much I like the things he does. From my limited experience with him, I know I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this and I don’t want him to get cocky when he sees my expression.
“Dark enough for you or do you want me to contact someone about shutting off the street lights?” he jokes, referring to the orange-tinted light coming in from behind the blinds.
“Oh ha ha,” I scoff. “A real comedian. You gonna start doing a standup routine? ‘What’s the deal with airline food?’”
He laughs and moves closer to me, reaching up for my arms, which I’ve unconsciously crossed over my breasts again.
“No more being self-conscious,” he playfully reprimands me. “You’re way too hot and I won’t stand for you hating any part of yourself.”
I giggle and I’m glad it’s dark because he can’t see me blushing.
“You’re beautiful, Lo,” he whispers, leaning over and kissing my shoulder before letting his lips drift up my neck to that spot right below my ear that always turns me on.
His fingertips brush my sides and his hands are so big that he can basically cover my ribcage from the front to the back. I draw in a breath as subtly as possible when his hand comes up to rest on my breast. Already, it makes me shiver a little just to have him touching my bare skin this way.
“Goddammit I love how fuckin’ hard your nipples get!” He says with a grin that I can just make out in the low light.
I laugh loudly and cover my face, peeking out from behind my fingers.
“So fuckin’ hot, I swear to God,” he nods like this gets his seal of approval.
I’m laughing and I feel much more at ease when he kisses my neck again. He’s sweet and playful, which makes it much easier to relax in such a strange situation. This isn’t some lustful impulse, this is a cute, sexy experimentation and I get a warm feeling at the idea that he’s the one doing this to me. James has always shown such respect for my body and it makes it a lot easier to let my guard down with him.
“Mmm, so fuckin’ awesome,” he whispers against my neck as he holds my breasts and brushes circles over my nipples with his thumbs. “I fuckin’
love your boobs, Lo.”
I try to hold it in, but I have to laugh at that one. I hear him laughing too and I can see the whiteness of his teeth as he smiles broadly before he kisses my collarbones.
“Ok, lie back, babe,” he says, rubbing my back and lowering me onto the pillow. “Tell me if I do anything that goes too far for you, ok?”
Before I can respond, his tongue flicks over my nipple and I inhale sharply. Wow, something so tiny and it feels so good!
“Told you your nipples were sensitive,” he gloats before he closes his lips around the tip of my left breast.
He’s right, my nipples are sensitive and I’ve enjoyed this in the past from other guys, but it never felt this good. He’s slowly suckling me while his tongue flutters over the very tip of my nipple and I can’t get over how much I like this. I think it’s the sensual way he’s doing it that makes the biggest difference. He’s taking his time, worrying about quality over quantity, and this is certainly high quality indeed.
His large hand slips between my legs and he touches me over my panties.
“Oh shit,” he breathes when he feels the dampness on the fabric. “Yeah, dude, this is only gonna take, like, thirty seconds. You’re beyond ready right now.”
I giggle and shake my head. This is so surreal, but I love how he’s keeping everything so light and humorous.
“Alright, beautiful girl,” he says as he looks at me. My eyes have adjusted to the light and I can see his warm smile. “Prepare yourself for the motherfuckin’ real deal,” he playfully boasts.
I smile and laugh as his fingers find their way beneath my panties.
I gasp a little when the very tip of his middle finger comes in contact with my clitoris. Right away, this is better than anything anyone has ever done to me before. I’m moaning softly as he starts to gently rub and stroke my most sensitive places, making my hips involuntarily rock with the rhythm of his fingers.
He leans over me, kissing my neck and jaw as he moves his fingers incrementally faster. I unknowingly spread my legs wider, giving him unprecedented access to continue. It’s almost instinctual when I slide my hands up his shoulders and run my fingers through his hair as he starts to kiss around my breast again. He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks it lightly before doing the same on the other side. The combination of sensations is delightful.
I close my eyes and I can hear myself making soft, breathy moans as I pant. My heart is racing, my hips are moving faster, pushing me more firmly into his fingers, and my whole body feels electrically charged. He makes a hungry groan as he suckles me just a tiny bit harder and I tangle my fingers into his hair and press him to my breast, begging him to keep going.
I know something is about to happen. I can feel it uncoiling deep within me. There’s a shiver running up and down my spine and it’s getting stronger with each little touch of his fingertip. I’m close, so close to that famed sensation that everyone raves about.
He must be able to tell, because he rises up and looks in my eyes, licking his lips and increasing the tempo between my legs.
“Ohhh!” I whimper.
I put my hands on his shoulders and grip onto him because I know I’m about to get swept away by this wave.
“That’s right, gorgeous girl,” he whispers, running his nose along mine.
I whimper again and hold his face in my hands as I look in his eyes. He seems absolutely overjoyed with the way my body is starting to unravel. His smile is both loving and proud as I make a series of staccato gasps and my whole body tenses up.
“Yes, baby. Just let it go,” he softly whispers as he locks eyes with me.
Then it happens. The explosion. I swear to God, I can see sounds and hear colors like I’ve got synesthesia! I’ve completely lost control of myself and my back bows off the bed as my legs tremble and shake. I’m moaning and whimpering and all I can do is cling to him and try to process this overload of pleasure. Oh. My. God.
“Perfect, Lola,” he murmurs as he continues gently rubbing me.
The sensation keeps rolling on and I’m gasping and panting as my whole body lights up like a fucking Christmas tree. I pull him closer and he presses his forehead to mine as I shake and shiver. It must be minutes. It has to be. This is no rogue wave, this is a goddamned tsunami and the surge keeps coming and coming—no pun intended.
Finally, I yelp when I feel my senses overloading and he slows to a stop, cupping my sex with his palm as I quake with the aftershocks of that outstanding, spectacular, astonishing, marvelous, astounding experience.
I try to catch my breath and, when I’m finally able to open my eyes, he’s hovering above me and looking down with a big, adoring smile.
“Jesus Christ! I think I love you!” I breathlessly exclaim, brushing my fingers through his hair.
He laughs loudly and looks very proud of himself. He should be! That was earth-shatteringly good.
“And that’s what an orgasm feels like,” he says with a grin.
“I’m definitely planning to have a lot more of those,” I joke. “That’s on the agenda for the near future, that’s for fucking sure!”
He snickers and kisses my forehead before scooting back and sitting up on the bed.
“Holy fucking shit!” I say in an exaggerated sigh.
That gets a hearty laugh from him and, I could be wrong, but I think he’s blushing.
“Fucking hell! How did you learn how to do that?!” I exhale.
“Practice,” he nods with a smart-ass grin, “but I think you’re just extra sensitive. It only took you, like, ten seconds to get there. You’re really responsive, quite the orgasmic girl.”
“Then how come I’ve never ‘responded’ to it before?” I raise an eyebrow.
“I dunno,” he shrugs before giving me a cocky smile, “maybe I’m just the shit and I’m an expert at making girls come.”
“You say that in jest, but that could very well be true,” I reply with a laugh.
“Maybe you’ve always been too busy being all psycho and insecure, but tonight you let that guard down a little bit and went with it,” he proposes.
“That could also be true,” I nod.
He gives me a playful smirk. “Maybe those idiots you’ve been with didn’t know how to listen to a girl’s body and see how she wants to be touched.”
“That’s very likely, yes,” I chuckle.
He grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling him as he lies back on the bed. “Or maybe I’m a fuckin’ sex god and you just got a taste of my superpowers,” he grins.
I laugh and nod in agreement. Sure, this will stroke his ego, which needs no stroking, but there’s a kernel of truth to it too. James has always been able to do this kind of thing to girls and it never seems like it’s all that difficult for him, so maybe he really is exceptionally sexually gifted.
“You think that was intense, you gotta try a g-spot orgasm,” he says, taking my hips and bucking me a few times. “This is a good position for it because the girl controls the tempo. You can get it as deep as you want and really ride it.”
I look down at his body, assessing his words. I can picture him beneath me, the way his abs would tense up as he panted, the way his shoulders and his biceps would flex as he gripped my hips. Yes, this is probably a position I’d like.
“Or, if you want, the guy can sit up and you can look in each other’s eyes,” he says, sitting up on the bed and wrapping his arms around me.
He looks at me intently, but then crosses his eyes to make me laugh.
“Don’t let some guy try to convince you to do doggy on the first time,” he advises. “It’s too impersonal and you’re gonna want something more romantic than that. You’re a ‘candy and roses’ kinda girl and ‘candy and roses’ girls don’t want to get fucked from behind.”
I snicker and nod. He’s probably right.
“You’ll probably want it like this,” he says, whisking me around so I’m on my back and he’s lying on top of me. “Put your legs
up here for a sec,” he says, sliding his hand down my body and pulling my leg so my knee is bent and my thigh is up high against his side. “Yeah, like that.”
He rocks his pelvis to give me a preview of the position. I note the fluidity of movement in his muscles, the same that I saw on the video. James’ motions showcase a polished artistry, like his body was specifically designed for sex—probably why he’s such a star.
“I hardly ever get to do this one anymore,” he says, continuing to sensually undulate into me. “I’m pretty sure they think it’s not very cinematic—not dynamic enough, you know?”
It feels pretty damn dynamic to me and his crotch is pressing right between my legs as he pantomimes sex in the missionary position.
My lips part and I can’t contain a tiny moan.
“Oh, sorry,” he smiles. “Still pretty sensitive down there, huh?”
“The way your jeans are hitting me ... it’s really doing something for me,” I bashfully admit.
“I’m gonna turn you into a wanton, horny, ravenous sex goddess,” he says, rocking firmly into me with each word before he stills.
“Oh fuck, you are such an asshole, winding me up like this,” I chuckle as I try to block out how good that feels.
He gives me that mischievous smile and licks his fingers before sliding his hand between my legs. He looks right in my eyes with a cocky grin as he starts rubbing me again, but this time at a teasingly slow pace.
“Am I an asshole now, Lola?” he smirks. “I’m only an asshole if I turn you on but I never pay it off.”
“Ohhhh ... seriously, James, that feels so good it’s insane,” I say in a half moan.
“Nice! I like this,” he chuckles. “Now I know how to shut you up when you mouth off to me.”
Even though I’m getting incredibly turned on, I laugh at his remark.
“You start giving me shit, I give you an orgasm,” he jokes.
“I think that’ll work the opposite of how you want,” I say, my voice sounding progressively aroused as he rubs me. “It’s Pavlovian conditioning. You’d basically be rewarding me for giving you shit.”
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