James: A College Girl Romance

by Sheila Grace

  Her eyes widened and her breathing quickened. I released her wrists and held myself above her as I slid my finger to her clit, grazing her over and over, watching her face. I knew exactly when she was almost to the point of no return. I eased off, causing her to whimper beneath me.

  “James, please. I need you,” she gasped.

  I lowered myself, keeping my weight from her as my hand dropped to my shaft, guiding the head against her tight heat. Memories of the morning in my bedroom came raging back. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t taken her in that moment. As I pressed gently against the incredible silkiness of her tight entrance, I gritted my teeth. Goddamn. She was so fucking tight. Her muscles gripped me as she gasped and stared up at me.

  “James—”

  She broke off in a moan as I eased my hips forward slowly until the blunt head pressed deeper. She stiffened against the intrusion and made a small noise. I pulled back and dropped my head down, nipping her lower lip before teasing my tongue past her lips as I thrust my hips forward just a fraction before pulling back. Even though it was killing me, I kept my thrusts slow and shallow, matching my tongue’s penetration.

  Her muscles remained taut, and her eyes were squeezed shut as she trembled and gripped the sheets. When I pulled back and rose onto my knees, Cass’s eyes popped open. She stared up at me in confusion.

  “Was that it?” she asked tentatively.

  I slipped my arm beneath her and pulled her up until she was straddling me.

  “Not even close. Remember, I said slow and careful.”

  I positioned myself as I steadied her with my other hand.

  “Cass, you can’t imagine how incredible it is to have you against me right now. It feels like I’ve waited forever for this moment. Like I’ve waited forever for you.”

  Her breathing faltered as she began to sink toward me, her pussy gripping the aching head of my shaft. I brought my mouth to her ear.

  “That’s right. You feel so good. Cass, I need to feel you coming as I enter you.”

  She moaned—a strained, desperate sound—and I pulled back. Her eyes were closed, and she was frowning.

  “I can’t,” she gasped raggedly. “You’re too big.”

  I reached up and dragged my thumb across her bottom lip.

  “Shh. It’s okay,” I whispered.

  Even as I said this, I knew the feel of her slipping against me was obliterating my control. I had never been with a virgin, not even my first time, but I needed Cass’s first time to be perfect. I moved one hand to center of her back and skated my other hand down her chest, across her belly, to her clit. I stroked her over and over, urging her pleasure higher.

  “Almost there,” I rasped as she began to rock up and down.

  As I circled the swollen bud faster, her head fell back and her pussy began to tighten.

  “James!”

  My hands gripped her hips, and I drew her down, groaning as her muscles gripped me. Fuck, she felt too good. I wrapped my arm around her and quickly lowered her to the bed as she came apart.

  “Look at me, Cass.”

  The moment her eyes met mine, I pushed steadily all the way to the hilt, watching her face as she bit her lip and whimpered. I dropped my head down and swallowed her cry as her body tightened around me. Each thrust brought me deeper until I couldn’t hold back. I moved faster, urged on as her hips began to match my rhythm. My muscles coiled in anticipation—I was too far-gone to prolong the pleasure. I stared down at her as I went over the edge, her name on my lips as I drove into her.

  In the moments after, as I held her against my chest and stared down at her, I knew I had been wrong. She wasn’t mine—I was hers. This shy, defiant, strong-willed, mouthy woman was everything I never could have known I wanted, everything I had been afraid of. And I had lied to her.

  I hadn’t married her to protect her from my father. I had married her because I had never felt this before. I had never felt what I did for her.

  She was my redemption.

  I woke with a start, remnants of the dream making my pulse pound. I looked around in the darkness, afraid for several seconds that the dream had been real—that she was gone. Then I saw Cass lying across from me, her green eyes glimmering in the moonlight coming in from above. I scrubbed a hand across my face.

  “I never sleep,” I told her.

  She smiled.

  “I don’t know about that. You were sleeping when I woke up.”

  I reached over and took her delicate hand in mine, bringing it to my lips.

  “It’s because you’ve put a spell on me.”

  Her expression shifted, and she pulled away. Without a word, she rolled over and pulled up the sheet.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, tracing a finger across the smooth skin of her back.

  She shook her head.

  “Cass, tell me.”

  “No.”

  I tensed.

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  “Well, I feel like I was impaled by a tree trunk, and I’m so sore I’m not going to be able to walk for a week. Other than that, I’m good.”

  I smiled. Even when she drove me crazy, I still wanted every last piece of her. I closed the distance between us and slid my hand across her hip. She laughed, but it was laced with contempt.

  “Right. Let me guess—you think you can win every argument with amazing sex or by being a stubborn dick.”

  “Two of my favorite ways of winning an argument,” I said as I kissed her shoulder.

  Not that I had ever kept the company of a woman long enough to have an argument with her. Not until Cass. She laughed before becoming quiet again.

  “Do you really want to know?” she asked softly.

  I let my fingers trail across her shoulder where my lips had been. Then I kissed the nape of her neck.

  “I want to know everything about you.”

  She rolled over and faced me.

  “Why?”

  Her cheeks were glistening with tears.

  “I want to know everything about you for the same reason I married you—because you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

  Her lips parted, and she stared at me.

  “Don’t say that,” she gasped.

  “Why not?”

  I caught her chin in my hand.

  “Because you’re a liar. You said I was nothing to you.”

  She jerked her face away from me, and this, I realized, was my karmic punishment for all the lies and half-truths I had ever told.

  “Cass, I lied that night when I told you that you meant nothing to me because I wanted to protect you—and I was angry.”

  “Angry? At what?” she cried.

  “You, for believing that you didn’t mean anything to me.”

  She laughed incredulously.

  “What was I supposed to think?” she snapped.

  “I knew if I admitted to feeling anything for you, you would become vulnerable—which would put me at a disadvantage when dealing with my father.”

  “That’s great. I’m a liability.”

  She rolled over again.

  “What about you, Cass? Are you going to be honest with me?”

  She paused and then shrugged with her back still to me.

  “Sure.”

  “Do you love me?”

  She didn’t say anything for several seconds, and in those moments of silence, I realized that this woman had the power to break me.

  “I loved you even when I knew I shouldn’t.”

  I gently rolled her onto her back and reached up to touch her cheek.

  “And I didn’t believe that I could love anyone—until you. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving exactly what you mean to me. And as soon as you’re not sore, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think.”

  ***

  I wound the silk scarf around my hands as I watched her sleeping and thought of all the times I had walked out the door without a backwards glance. Finally, three years later, I understood Ryan
Bennett and why he hadn’t been able to walk away from his little college freshman. At the time, I hadn’t been able to conceptualize falling in love—because I hadn’t met Cassia Flynn.

  Even now, I couldn’t believe the hold she had on me. She was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. The longest days of my life were the two days I had gone without making love to her after the first time, which didn’t mean I had gone more than a few hours without making her come. Even after spending a solid week in bed—still the only thing I could think about was the next time I would be inside her.

  I reached down and let my fingers skim across her back. Not Cassia Flynn. Cassia McDevitt. Yes, I was a fucking prick for assuming she would take my last name, but she was my wife, the woman I loved. What was her father to her? A con who had abandoned her. Granted, my own father was a horned, hoofed motherfucker of biblical proportion.

  I was a prick, but at least I was better than my father. That was part of what I loved about Cass—she made me want to be better. I wanted her to see me as a man worthy of her love. With my free hand, I picked up my phone and sent a message to Irving, instructing him to have documents drawn up for a legal name change.

  As the glow of another morning began to creep into the room, I moved Cass’s hair and kissed across her shoulders, then down her spine. When I got to her ass, I smiled and pulled her down to the center of the bed. She moaned sleepily. In the past week, I had found she could sleep through a Cat Five hurricane.

  She also had the perfect fucking ass. I kissed the rounded flesh, sliding my fingers to the undersides of her ass cheeks. A tiny whimper escaped her throat as I continued, kissing down her thigh, my lips following the path of my fingers as bumps rose on her skin.

  “Wake up, Cass.”

  She stretched, her calf muscles shifting under my lips. As soon as I reached her ankles, I grasped both and spread them apart before kneeling between her legs and kissing my way up her other leg. When I bit down sharply on one delicious ass cheek, she squealed and twisted, laughing.

  “You deserve to have that beautiful ass bitten for making me wait to fuck you again,” I said against her skin.

  “You know, Mr. McDevitt,” she mumbled sleepily, “I’m going to go out on a limb and say you’ve got more stamina than the average guy. Don’t you ever get tired of—”

  “No. When I’m not fucking you, I’m thinking about it.”

  My hand caressed the curve of her ass, then between her legs until I slipped two fingers into her hot pussy and stroked against that spot until she moaned.

  I pushed in and out of her languorously, kissing her skin as her hips began to rock. She gasped when I grabbed her hips and pulled her up until she was on her knees, her front half still resting on the bed.

  “Put your arms behind your back.”

  When she did as I told her, I reached down and tied one wrist and then the other so that her arms were pinned loosely behind her back. I pulled down a pillow and placed it under her head. Then I leaned forward and pressed against the silky skin of her ass cheeks. She shivered as I brought my hand up and positioned myself right at the entrance to her tight pussy.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, and I want you to watch.”

  When she moaned again, I grabbed her hair at the nape and pulled gently until she was facing the mirror on the wall.

  “Open your eyes.”

  Her eyes opened, and she stared at our reflection.

  “I’ll be careful, but I’m going to be rougher this time. Do you want that?”

  She bit her lip.

  “Cass, tell me. I need to hear you say it.”

  “Yes. Fuck, yes. Please, James.”

  Such a dirty mouth. I loved it.

  “I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come.”

  I held her hair firmly, and a groan rose in my throat as she pushed her ass up into me. I slowly thrust into her, stretching the tight walls of her pussy. I rocked gently as my hand traveled across her hip and slid down her belly, between her thighs to circle her clit. I stroked faster, slowing each time she came close.

  “James.”

  Her eyes had closed, and her voice was desperate as my hand on her hair tightened. I drew all the way out of her, my muscles tense from the effort to restrain myself. I released her hair and held her hip as I positioned myself right at the entrance. She was so fucking wet.

  “Look at me, Cass.”

  Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes were clouded with lust as she opened them and stared into the mirror. My eyes locked with hers as I slammed into her, driving all the way in one forceful thrust. When she screamed my name, I paused.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  I laughed, my hands tightening on her hips as I drew out almost all the way. Cass’s eyes were locked onto to the point where our bodies were joined. After untying her hands, I pulled her legs out until she was lying flat on her stomach. Then I lifted her hips until her ass was tilted at exactly the right angle.

  I leaned over her, my legs between hers as I intertwined our fingers. How many times had I imagined this since I had first seen her? I positioned myself with my other hand and slid into her, bouncing off her lush ass cheeks as the breath whooshed from her lungs.

  “Don’t stop,” she gasped.

  I reached under her and rubbed her clit faster and faster until she was pushing against me each time I thrust. I stroked her roughly, feeding off her cries of pleasure.

  “Goddamn, I love the sounds you make. Now, come for me, Cass.”

  I let the pad of my finger pull up sharply on her clit and then stroke down, over and over as my movements quickened. My eyes held her as I felt her begin to tighten around me.

  “You’re mine.”

  As her ass bucked into me, I slammed into her over and over, compelled by her moans. I finally drove into her one last time as I felt my own release crash over me.

  Chapter 19: Cass

  Lying under the sunshade on the enormous deck overlooking the infinity pool and the Indian Ocean beyond, I wondered for the millionth time why I had waited so long to have sex. Then I remembered why.

  James.

  If I’d had sex at any point before now, it wouldn’t have been with someone I loved, with someone I couldn’t imagine being without.

  “What’s on your mind, lovely?” James asked. “You had that look like you were deep in thought.”

  I turned and looked over the designer sunglasses I was wearing—one of the many items James had ordered and had delivered to the island. He had just come out of the workout room and was wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. Shorts that drew attention to the muscles that formed the V pointing directly to what had become the center of my attention.

  His chest was slick with sweat, emphasizing the contours of his chest, and I watched as he pushed his shorts down and walked over to the outdoor rain shower on the deck. I ran my tongue along my upper lip as he turned on the water.

  “I was just thinking … about something you probably don’t want to hear about,” I said with a laugh.

  He pushed his dark hair back back from his forehead—and damn. He looked like a tanner version of Dracula—with a killer body. The chiseled muscles in his ass were something to behold as he turned to face the water.

  “Haven’t you learned better than that by now?” he asked over his shoulder.

  I sat up from my reclined position.

  “What? What haven’t I learned?”

  “I always want to know what you’re thinking. Now, would you please enlighten me?”

  “Fine. Just remember—you asked,” I warned. “I was thinking that if I had slept with anyone during high school or my first three years of undergrad or the past two years, I probably wouldn’t have known what great sex was.”

  He shut off the water and turned around. I swallowed at the sight of him. He was instantly hard—and I still couldn’t believe that fit inside me.

  “Haven’t I told you that a bikini is fa
r too much clothing for a private island?” he said, interrupting my study of his anatomy.

  I blinked innocently at him.

  “But I’m not wearing a bikini, Mr. McDevitt.”

  As I said this, I uncrossed my legs and set my feet wide on either side of the chaise longue, steadying myself on the sling-back heels I was wearing. James’s eyes immediately dropped to the crotchless panties. The “bikini” top I was wearing was actually a sheer, black-lace bra.

  My eyes widened as he brought his hand up and gripped his length. Recovering from my shock, I smiled and slipped my hand beneath the lace panties. I was already insanely turned on, and when James began to prowl toward me, I held my breath.

  The second he stopped in front of me, I scrambled to my knees and grabbed the thick length of him. I looked up at him as I kissed the tip. His eyes scorched me as I covered my teeth with my lips and pressed him into my mouth.

  The feeling of the blunt head was fascinating. I ran my tongue along the rim and felt his groan vibrate through me. Thinking of the way my muscles clenched him, I sucked harder as I pushed my mouth down and used my hand to stroke him all the way to the root. I started moving faster.

  While my hand slid up and down, following the slick path of my mouth, I reached up and cupped his balls. Suddenly James’s hand fisted the hair at my neck. I moved faster and faster until I tasted a hint of saltiness. When I sucked in my cheeks and ran my tongue along his length, I felt his muscles tense.

  “Stop,” he rasped.

  Surprised, I let him pop out of my mouth. Feeling like a scolded kid, I looked up at him, and he touched my swollen lower lip.

  “I need to be inside you.”

  His voice was ragged with need, and it turned me on even more. Before I could even try to grab him again, he lifted to me into his arms. In seconds, he had placed me on the bed. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me all the way to the edge. Then he lifted my leg and held it so that my high heel was facing the ceiling. With his other hand, he slipped his fingers along the slit in my panties, his thumb coming up to circle my clit until I moaned.

  Shuddering when his touch disappeared, I watched as he lifted my other leg to his chest. He spread the open seam of the panties, his eyes darkening to black as he pressed himself right where I was aching. Then he took both my ankles in his hands and lifted them toward the ceiling as he thrust into me. When he began rocking me from side to side, my mouth opened as the breath rushed out of me. Oh fuck.