“Oh God.”
This wasn’t Knox’s bed. It wasn’t even his room. Which meant one thing. A delicious, muscular stranger showed me the most incredible night of my life.
And I was going to give him my virginity.
Why does that make me feel a bit... bereft that he didn’t take me when I should be grateful it didn’t go that far?
Chapter 3
If my mother were alive, she would have probably warned me about the dangers of getting into a strange man's car and going back to his place. Lord knows when Valerie started dating, I gave her the same sound advice.
Of course, all my hard-earned wisdom withered away when I set eyes on James. I've never in all my life met a man like him who oozes such confidence and sex appeal. Maybe it's because I know the next couple of days will be shitty or that I haven't felt sexy and desired by a man since Knox dumped me that has me making such a reckless decision. All I know is that I've never wanted to lose myself in a man's arms more than I do right now. Again, that sense of familiarity assaults me—the same one that tells me I'm safe in his care.
All throughout the ride to his home, James couldn't keep his hands off me. His hand was always cradling up my skirt, squeezing my thigh as if that one little contact was enough to keep him satisfied until we got back to wherever he lives. Honestly, he could have been driving me to my death or intending to lock me up in his basement and make him his sex slave, and I would have still gone with him willingly.
That's the level of hot this man is.
I've never been much for men who were older than me since I never saw the appeal until tonight. James looks as if he could teach me a thing or two in the bedroom department. And frankly, I'm all too eager to be his attentive student.
When we finally stumble inside his house, James pushes me up against the door and kisses me stupid. The way his tongue dominates mine has me whimpering in delight.
"Fuck, you smell good," he growls after breaking our kiss.
I hike up my leg against his muscular thigh so that I can feel the heat of his manhood pressed up against my throbbing clit. The minute his hard-as-steel cock hits my needy center, a wanton moan leaves my lips.
"Bedroom. Now," I breathe out, biting down on his earlobe, my fingers pulling at his hair.
The small chuckle he lets out warms my belly and accelerates my heartbeat. With his head hidden away in the crook of my neck, he hoists me up until my legs lock around his waist.
I'm so hot and bothered that I don't even take the time to look around my surroundings and take in his home. Mainly because the way his tongue trails up my long neck while his large hands grope my ass has me losing all conscious thought. His lips sear my feverish skin with the way they latch onto my neck, his teeth biting down hard to leave his mark. I'm a puddle of need as he presses me up against the wall, his bulging hard-on now stabbing me in the belly.
"Bedroom," I repeat impatiently.
I feel him smile into my neck before he lifts his head to meet my eyes. The heady lust-filled gaze in his dark turquoise eyes takes my breath away. His lips crash onto mine, leaving me even more sex-crazed as he walks us back into a dim-lit corridor that must lead to his bedroom.
He doesn't even turn the lights on as he continues to devour me whole, both our bodies falling on top of a king's size bed. I'm left in a daze when he breaks our kiss and pulls away from our embrace. I'm left withering under his scrutinizing gaze as he runs the pad of his thumb over his lush, full bottom lip, just looking at me.
"What's wrong?" I ask anxiously, wondering why he's not fucking my body into his mattress already.
We haven't even passed second base yet, but by the way, his eyes sparkle with desire as he takes in every curve and valley of my body, I swear I could combust just with that look alone. I rub my thighs together, needing desperately to cum, trying very hard not to sound like the needy hot mess of a woman this man has made me.
"Did you change your mind?" I question when he takes too long to answer.
"About fucking you? Not for a second."
"Then why are you looking at me like that?"
The dark smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips has my core clenching with excruciating need.
"I can't make up my mind."
"About what?"
"On where to start."
"Well, you better hurry up and decide, or I'll take matters into my own hands," I reply, my cheeks burning with how forward I'm being.
"Is that so?" he counters, his interest piqued.
I nod sheepishly, remembering myself. I've never been the type of girl who initiated sex of any kind. In all my past relationships, I've always let the guy take the lead in the bedroom. But somehow, with this sexy as sin stranger, I don't want to be the old Nicole of the past. I want to be something else. Someone else. Someone confident enough to make the first move. Someone who is comfortable taking charge and gets what she wants. And right now, I want to bask in the beauty that is this gorgeous stranger and have my way with him.
I go to my knees and inch closer to the edge of the bed. Just close enough that my hands find their way to his belt. I pull him to me, the low, soft chuckle that leaves him easing my frazzled nerves. With my neck craned back, I stare into his eyes as my deft fingers unbuckle him. James caresses my cheek with the back of his knuckles, his gaze soft and patient. When I push his pants and boxers down just below the waist and see the angry vein at the side of his monstrous cock, my nerves get the best of me.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Nicole," James says softly, his passionate touch morphing to something more tender. "We don't even have to have sex if that's too much for you."
My eyes start to sting at the corner of my eyes.
Why am I like this?
I want this man so badly, but the ghosts of my past prevent me from taking what I want. My insecurities start to whisper that I'm going to be bad at this and that I'll end up doing something that will have him laughing me out of his bed.
Or worse, make me feel things that he'll never be able to feel for me.
"Nicole," he utters, pulling my chin up, so I'm forced to look at him and break the daze I find myself in. Although, it's my name on his lips that brings me back from my stupor. "Tell me what you want?"
"I want you in my mouth," I answer truthfully.
James' eyes shut for a split second, his hands rounding into fists beside him.
"Okay."
"But I think I'll be bad at it."
"Doubtful," he groans before smiling down on me. "Just do whatever feels natural to you. The rest will come. I promise."
I nod, feeling a little bit braver.
"Just keep your eyes on me, Nicole."
With his encouraging words hanging in the air, I fix my eyes on his as my tongue peeks out to taste the crown of his cock. My lids go half-mast with the taste of his precum on my tongue.
"Eyes on me," James reminds me with a gruff tone.
I do as he says, as I lick my way up and down his stiff shaft. The glimmer of want in his eyes only boldens my resolve, and before I know what I'm doing, my lips open up and take him all the way in.
"Fuck. That's it," he praises, weaving his fingers in my hair.