“You’re going to have to wrestle me for them.”
Ellie put a hand on her hip and rolled her eyes. “I’m sure there’s a better way.”
“Oh, sweet Ellie.” James leveled her with a predatory look as he moved up the stairs, keeping her pinned in place with his gaze. “I can think of so many different ways.”
When he reached her, he placed both hands on either side of her head, pinning Ellie between his body and the door.
She went limp.
Breathless.
Her chest heaved as she met his hungry eyes, knowing there was an answering heat to her own gaze.
“And just what might those be?” She let her eyes drop to his lips. Arched her back ever so slightly, pressing her breasts into him. And then, on a whim, she put her hand between his legs and smiled when she found his erection so firm against his jeans that she could clearly feel the outline of the shaft and crown.
James growled, his voice low and feral. He brought his face to hers. She touched her tongue to his lips then took his bottom lip between her teeth while squeezing his dick with her hand.
He kissed her, taking her face between his hands, the cold metal of the key ring pushing into her skin, contrasting the heat of his mouth on hers. He spread her legs with his knee, pushing his thigh against her throbbing need. When Ellie sighed in appreciation, pressing her hips forward for more friction, James smiled.
“Does that feel good, sweet Ellie?”
She nodded and rubbed her hand over his denim. “Does that feel good?”
In one swift movement, James had her hands in his, pinned behind her back. His lips tormented hers, the stubble of his beard raking across the tender skin of her mouth. She pulled on her arms, trying to free them from his grasp but only managed to tighten the grip he had on her wrists. It sent a surge of heat between her legs.
“Stop fighting, Ellie.”
The authority in James’ voice melted her. She did as she was told, grinding her hips forward, desperate to feel his bulge pressed against her. James unlocked the door and pushed it open, taking her in his arms as he walked her into the house, his hands running up her back and down again as he squeezed her ass. Somehow, they made it upstairs, but instead of guiding her into the bedroom, James led her into the bathroom where he turned on the shower.
“Take off your clothes. Let me see that body.”
Ellie took her time, pulling her shirt taut against her chest before she slowly lifted it over her head, tossing her hair and swiveling her hips as she dropped it to the floor. She let her eyes burn into his as she unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down to reveal the thin white lace of her panties before letting them fall.
“All the way.” James gestured at her bra and undies.
“I’m feeling awfully lonely as the only one naked. Join me?” She stepped toward him, her hands reaching for his shirt.
James grabbed her wrists, halting Ellie’s momentum.
“Come on, James. You know you like it when I challenge you.”
He pulled his shirt over his head then reached behind Ellie to unhook her bra. She shrugged it off her shoulders and it joined the rest of the clothes on the bathroom floor.
“I never said I liked it. I just said you were the first one. I was speaking more about the way you tell the truth. I never said anything about liking being challenged in bed.”
“We’re not in bed,” Ellie said, stroking the length of his dick through the denim. “We’re in the bathroom. And this guy here says he likes what I’m doing very much.”
She got down on her knees, undoing his button, unzipping his pants, and pulling them down to his ankles.
“You’re such a dirty thing,” he said as she reached into his boxer briefs and stroked him.
Ellie slid his underwear down and sucked his tip into her mouth. He groaned and reached down, pulling her up. “I want you in the shower. Now.”
She slipped off her panties and climbed in, the warm water pounding on her breasts and then her shoulders as she turned to face James. He stared into her eyes as he ran his hands over her slick skin, cupped her breasts and pressed his hips into her. And then, without warning, he spun her around so her back was to him, pressed forward on her shoulders and pulled back on her hips so her hands went to the wall and the water streamed down her head and back.
James guided himself into her, moving slowly and giving her time to adjust to the feeling of being filled with him. The angle brought him deep and as he gained speed, she found her voice, crying out as he slammed into her again and again. She looked down so the water ran off her forehead and chin rather than into her nose and mouth. Her breasts swayed in time with his thrusts.
“You like it when I take control, don’t you?” He changed his speed, slowing down and pulling himself almost all the way out before sliding back in, stroking her inner walls.
“Yes.” She moaned as he pushed into her. “I need it.”
He reached around to rub her clit and her muscles began to clench. “And you like it when I take care of you.”
Ellie wanted to throw her head back, but the water was pouring down on her and streaming off her shoulders. “Oh, God, yes!’ She pushed her hips back, eager for him to build speed. “I need…” Water entered her mouth and she swallowed.
James knew what she couldn’t say and picked up speed, driving himself into her with more force. “You need what?”
She needed him to move faster. To bring on the orgasm he was building in her. She needed the release. “I need…”
He slammed into her. Again, and again. Harder and deeper. “You need what?” His voice
