Night Owl (The Complete Serial)

“Well this one is mine, but I might just happen to have a second one with your name on it.” I knew he was saving one for me, especially if he knows what’s good for him. James Austin is a good man, but he’s a better man when he ponies up the sweet pastries.

Purring, I wiggle closer to James and let the sheet slip from my shoulder to uncover a naked breast as he’s putting another mouthful of the buttery sugary scone between his lips. His eyes open wide and dilate as I arch my back playfully swinging my hair from my shoulders. “I’m really in the mood for something sweet, perhaps after my shower.” Getting up from the bed, I let the rest of the sheets fall giving my hips a little sashay toward the bathroom, my only cover, a thong panty and my long hair.

It’s an exercise in temptation and the workout is my patience. I don’t have long to wait before James joins me in the bathroom closing the door behind him with a soft click. The sound sends shivers down my spine.

“Sweet, did you say?” He makes me laugh standing behind me as I move to step into the glass shower. “I was hoping for something a little dirty.” His body grazes mine and I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. He’s hotter than the water and leaves me breathless.

“Mmm hmm.” Mumbling I manage to fix the water. James traces a path from the center of my back down each of my vertebrae. He stops at the top of my ass cupping both cheeks in his calloused palms squeezing them hard, branding me with fingerprints. I love when James borders on being rough with me as if he’s overcome with a wanting that he can’t help himself. I love that I have that effect on him. A moan escapes from between my lips and all the fantasies I want to act out with him become a slow torturous reality.

Nuzzling my neck with his nose, he kisses me under my ear grazing the lobe with his sharp teeth. “You need a pair of earrings for these gorgeous ears.” If I don’t stop James, an entire jewelry store will find its way to this apartment before noon. I don’t know if it’s guilt he feels or something else, but it feels impossible trying to convince him that all I need, all I will ever want is him.

Giggling, “No I don’t need expensive earrings, I just need you.” His lips smile against my neck and he crowds me into the corner of the steaming shower, water pulsing down on us. His hand reaches around me resting on my soft middle, the tips of his fingers playing around my belly button. I feel shy in that moment, not a hundred percent confident in my body which he keeps stroking in slow methodical pets. He seems to get off on my imperfections, my curves and bumps; letting decades of low self-esteem evaporate under his touch.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” Rubbing my neck, damp kisses smack against my skin in the tender spot he fixates on. I let my body issues go for the moment. If James doesn’t mind my body, I shouldn’t either though convincing me is sometimes hard to do.

“Just give me that scone later, I don’t need much.”

“No? Just a little sugar and some love?” His fingers dip down parting my legs to press easily against my slippery wet core.

“Sugar is the only sparkle I need.” My legs wobble almost giving out from his slow strokes.

His mouth hovers in the space of my collarbone hot and heady. “But it’s not everything I want to give you.”

“You give me everything and more.” Shuddering, James uses his fingers to circle my clit and a flash of heat fevers through my body hungrily following a wetness that has nothing to do with the shower or my mouth watering for bakery treats.

“I want all of you.” James plays his fingers in the front, while his hand on my ass methodically squeezes, palming the curvy flesh suggesting a venture to new territory, at least for me. A finger runs between my ass from behind and I step back to get closer to him. Part me wants to dissuade him, conflicted I might want this. He makes me desire everything he’s wickedly offering and more, maybe a chance at happiness too.

“You have me.” The words come out on a panting exhale and I lean back into him wondering how I got so lucky with James.

“Do I?” He pushes forward and his cock rises hard and long between our bodies resting at the apex of my spine. If I had a tattoo, his cock would have kissed my tramp stamp. A finger plays around the tight bud, both of us eager though I’m tentative with each initial stroke where he puts more pressure against my knot. He kisses my shoulder, and I know unfailingly that this man is everything to me. I would give him everything and more.

“Yes, James.” He probes again gently, the round head of his shaft pushes against me, almost fighting to break in. I’m unsure of how this will feel, some things I’ve kept sacred, but James keeps up his loving assault kissing the skin at my neck with sharp bites, and licks. My mind bends around the idea from the onslaught of desire heating me up and loosening my inhibitions.

Behind me, his chest heaving and his hand in the front comes back around to grasp my hip directing me where to go. “Lean forward a bit.” James moves behind me and I let my cheek rest against the tiles of the shower, cool even with the hot water. Ever so gently, he positions my complacent limbs where he wants me not stopping his encouraging touches or tender caresses. I push my ass out toward him waiting for the slight burn that rings my star as he uses his finger first to ease inside. He pushes past the first knuckle teasing me. He adds a second finger opening me up.

I’m biting my lip now because the pain is unlike anything I’ve felt before. It’s exquisite and yet not pain at all, merely a constant pressure of the pleasure in store for us both mixed with the taboo. I picture roses at first bud, tightly furled petals until the spring makes them burst open into wide fragrant blooms. His arms circle me and his hands seem to be everywhere at once working his fingers in and out from behind while slowly adding my desire from his fingers in the front playing my clit like a slow violin. The water cascades over us as James finally eases the head of his cock inside my tight star. Both hands grip my hips with bruising precision keeping me steady. My hips will bear his mark and I feel giddy from the rush of endorphins coursing through my veins.

“My girl likes it doesn’t she?” His teeth bite my shoulder marking me. Shallow thrusts follow a burning stretch the first few pumps and I reach for the wall to balance my shaking legs.

I rest my forehead against cool tiles and hot sprays of water fill my open panting mouth letting James pound harder because it feels too good to slow down. “I love it. Don’t hold back.” Part of me needs this, to feel less than fragile after the last few weeks.

“Casey, oh sweet fuck!” James is grunting with each thrust. I can barely hear him over my own moans of pleasure.

“Deeper, go deeper.” Reassuring him gets me more of what I want and I lean into the shower tiles cold against my breasts.

“Touch yourself Casey.” I steady myself and use one hand to squeeze my breast, rubbing the nipple before heading south and between my lips, slick with dew and soap. The burn follows the sweet pinch I give my clit making the tightly sprung coil threaten to unravel within.

He holds my hips steady for one last pump before spilling inside me. Both of us, hearts pounding take a minute to collect ourselves and James’ cock gives a final pulse before he gently pulls out of me.

“Holy shit, James.” I slowly straighten up standing as he holds me in the shower, both of us out of breath and red cheeked in the haze of the steamy bathroom. Turning, my hand grazes the glass shower door pulling the condensation down making the outside room visible to us. This space has become our little haven. In here we are protected and safe from the crap that wants to separate us outside the apartment.

“Amazing.” Laughing, we both turn to wash each other, our strokes tender and lost in the moment of lustful abandon. James eases his hands between my legs and I try swatting him away because it’s sensitive far too much for him to keep pleasuring me.

“Mine,” he growls. Ignoring me, he takes his time with swirling strokes building the heat and before I know it I want him all over again with a fevered need.

“We’re going to prune in here.” Turning, I bite his neck in a sucking kiss to match the love bites he has given me only to have James resume his attention to my body.

“That’s why I have the biggest water heater in this building.” Sometimes, I swear his ego is entirely too much.