You should’ve given her your cock when you had the chance. She’d take it so sweetly.
And now she was just down the hall, in James’s bed, all alone. If he went to her…
But no. He couldn’t. He mustn’t. Aside from all the reasons why it would be wrong—he looked out for her, she needed him, he was literally responsible for her protection now—Nina simply didn’t want the things James wanted. Didn’t want the romance, the commitment, the intimate connection he craved with her and her alone. And he couldn’t take anything less. Not ever, but certainly not with her.
Knowing all of that didn’t do his erection any good, though. His cock was still pointing up at him accusingly, like it blamed him personally for the current lack of Nina’s pussy around it.
With a helpless groan, James gave up a little of his hard-won control. Ignoring his better instincts, he shoved down his briefs and fisted his own length.
So. Fucking. Good.
A moan caught in his throat as he squeezed himself, as sweet pressure offered a hint of relief.
“Please. James. Touch me.”
His hand was bigger, harder, rougher than Nina’s, but he closed his fucking eyes and imagined.
Imagined her tight grip stroking him, teasing him, milking the come from his heavy, desperate balls.
Imagined her sweet, filthy mouth pressing kisses over his fevered skin.
Imagined her whispering his name, that she wanted him, only him, because it was him…
And then he heard her. For real.
A soft little gasp, one that had been seared into his memory weeks ago alongside the taste of her pussy, one he’d recognise anywhere.
His eyes snapped open, and there she stood in the moonlit shadows of the room. Nina. She wore a white top that displayed her stiff nipples like rock-hard diamonds, and tight, lacy knickers that clung to the plump curve of her mound. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was a lush O of shock. He blinked, but she didn’t go away.
Nina was really standing right there.
And for Christ’s sake, she looked like a dream, like a fuck fantasy. James knew he should put his dick away and start making excuses but—
Clearly, he was delirious with exhaustion or with plain old lust, because instead of horror, all he felt was the tingling at the base of his spine that meant he’d be coming sooner rather than later. Something must have fucking possessed him, because all he could do was hold her midnight gaze and keep jerking himself. Felt like he couldn’t stop with a gun to his head.
And Nina didn’t move. Didn’t look away. Didn’t make a sound. Just watched him, looking as hungry—as starving for this—as James felt.
He couldn’t stop imagining how he might use that still-open mouth, how he might worship the cunt her underwear clung to. Her gaze dropped to his lap—to his thick, hard cock, standing crudely between them like a neon sign. Her eyelids drooped, her chest rising and falling as her breaths stuttered. He heard his own heartbeat in his ears.
And then one of Nina’s delicate little hands crept down over her hips and slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear. James swore he almost passed the fuck out. She caught his gaze again, held it, and he understood the message hidden there.
Just this once.
He felt it too, a whisper shivering through his blood, like a secret sent directly from his heart. But that couldn’t be right, because just this once with Nina was guaranteed to rip the heart from his chest.
Really? You seriously can’t just come and get over it, Foster?
Not with her. Especially not after their conversation this evening, when he’d asked her—begged her—to say that he was different, that they were different… and she hadn’t.
Because they weren’t.
But God, he was really fucking horny, and she must be too, because her hand delved deeper. He could see the outline of her fingers through thin, white fabric as she parted her own pussy lips. Her head fell back, exposing the long, elegant line of her neck as she moaned.
Fuck. Fuck. If Nina needed this, who was he to take it away?
Resist her.
Protect her.
Give her what she needs.
James felt his hand flex on his cock and knew what he’d do before he’d consciously made the choice. He managed to force out a few words, his voice rasping between them in the dark. “You stay over there. I stay over here. When you’re done, Nina, go to sleep.”
She looked at him, something he couldn’t quite identify flashing in her gaze. “And then we pretend nothing happened tomorrow?”
He tightened his jaw.
“Alright, James,” she murmured, a slight, ironic smile curving her lips. “It was just a dream.” He heard something in her words that he wanted to follow, to investigate, to expose—but then she leaned back against the wall and eased off her underwear, shimmying it down to the floor and kicking it away. She raised one knee, pressing her foot flat to the wall behind her. The hint of her cunt he saw in the barely-there light was enough to make James wild with need: plump, parted lips, fat jewel of a clit, honeyed arousal glistening on her folds.
He choked out a moan and stroked his cock faster and harder, determined to make himself mindless. If he couldn’t resist, not tonight, then he might as well fucking enjoy.
And beat himself up for it later.
Nina arched her back, pushing her hips forward as she trailed delicate fingers around her swollen nub. He knew just how she liked to be sucked, how she begged and sobbed for his tongue to lave her there. Now, without him, she massaged herself with two fingers, slow and firm. He imagined his tongue doing that for her. Imagined her getting wetter against his beard. Then he all but throttled his own dick.
She brought down her other hand and pushed three fingers into her pussy without preamble.
“Fuccck.” The word was low and tight, rushing from James’s throat without permission. “Oh, my God—” he couldn’t bring himself to say her name again, to make this moment real. But inside his mind, he chanted Nina, Nina, Nina, as he watched her fuck herself. “Are you that wet, baby? Do you need it that bad?” He shouldn’t be asking her this, shouldn’t be talking to her at all. But he’d been right—she’d take his cock so fucking sweet, and never mind his size. She’d beg for it and writhe on it and love it. He should ask her. He should tell her. He should get up and fucking give it to her.
No. No. No.
Maybe later he’d come to his senses and realise that fairytale logic about touching the princess and speaking her name didn’t make a damn difference in the real world—that he’d fucked Nina from halfway across the room just as truly as if he’d shoved his dick inside her. But right now…
Right now, nothing was tearing him away from this.
“Yeah,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider, fucking herself deeper, rubbing her clit with almost frantic intensity. “Yeah, I need it. God, James.”
At the sound of his name on her lips, his cock jumped, and he felt a hot spurt of come against his belly.
“You look so fucking gorgeous,” Nina whispered into the silence. “I’m going to come so fast—”
James groaned and gave up fighting his own release. He embarrassed himself with his own orgasm, it was so long and so hard. He saw black, he saw stars, he saw Nina. He came all over himself, and it was so fucking satisfying he could barely regret it.