#28 The beast comes out to play
I’m playing guitar on the couch when James arrives. I’ve given him my key a few days ago, deciding to just take the plunge. He trusts me with his, so why not trust him with mine, right? He lets himself in and smiles when his eyes find mine across the room.
“Hey baby,” he says when I put the guitar aside so I can get up to hug him. “That sounded beautiful.”
I blush a little – he hasn’t heard me play before, so I feel a little insecure. I was practicing a new song we’re trying out with the band in a few days, so I wasn’t on top of my game. I wanted the first time he heard me play to be better than this, but oh well, shit happens.
“Will you play something for me later?” he asks while he puts away the groceries he picked up on his way back from work. He’s cooking for me. Again. I’m starting to feel a little bad about making him do all the work every single night we’re together, but then it’s not like either of us would be happier with me burning pasta or something.
“Sure,” I say before I can psych myself out. “I’ll play you something.”
He’s done in the kitchen and takes off his badge and pulls out his phone, putting both on the table. “I need a shower,” he grunts, stretching out and touching the ceiling with his fingertips. He’s so tall. And hot.
“Can I join you?” I ask, feeling a little bit nervous. I’m not exactly shy about sex, at least, I don’t think I am. We’ve had sex before, of course, many times, but that’s usually when one of us rushes in after a late shift, showers, and then comes to bed for a little sexy time before falling asleep. Or when we’ve had a wonderful meal together, watched some TV, and then moved things into the bedroom. It’s 4 pm now, and aside from the fact that I think he looks hot as fuck, there is really nothing leading up to me wanting sex.
I just do.
James smiles at me and starts taking off his uniform in the middle of the living room. “Sure,” he says, winking at me. “I’d love to get a sponge bath from my favorite nurse.”
Okay, I shouldn’t have worried about making it clear I want him. It’s obvious he doesn’t mind at all. I guess I just got a little afraid he’d reject me after he told me that he doesn’t like drunk Franny. He technically rejected me that night, and although I get that and it’s really sweet, it also made me feel a little bit like he didn’t want me anymore. We’ve had sex since, but he’s been the one to initiate it each time. Me taking the first step right now is a big deal for me.
Now that the bulge in his pants is making it more than clear that he’s very much into this, I’m not feeling self-conscious anymore. I pull off my shirt and toss it aside, making my way over to him to help him undo his belt buckle. His pants and boxershorts fall to the floor with a simple tug, and James gasps when I wrap my mouth around the tip of his cock, sucking on it before letting it slip out and running my tongue up and down his shaft.
He leans back, bracing himself against the table while I keep pleasuring him, using both my hands and my mouth to get him to make that deep grunting noise I’ve come to love so much. He grabs my hair to help me find the right pace, being forceful and considerate at the same time, like he always is.
“Oh,” he groans when I take him as deep as I can without gagging.
I moan around him to convey to him that this arouses me as well – my panties are drenched by now. I bob my head up and down a few more times before pulling back to give my jaw a moment to rest. He’s too big to keep this up for long, but luckily I can please him in other ways. I run my tongue over his balls first, then move back up his cock until I reach his nipple piercing, sucking it in my mouth. That thing never stops being sexy.
When I finally take his cock into my mouth again, he bucks his hips so he fills me completely, and I gag, pulling back just a little.
“Sorry,” he breathes. “Sorry, babe, it just feels so good.”
“Hmm,” I murmur, picking up the pace again.
He tries to keep still, but he loses control after a minute and grabs my hair, shoving his cock in a few times, making almost choke on him. He groans loudly when he comes, cum filling my mouth and dribbling down my chin a little.
“Fuck, sorry,” he moans, shuddering one last time. “Sorry.”
I pull back, swallow and lick him clean, wiping at my chin when I’m done. It’s been a while since I had someone come in my mouth, and while it’s not my favorite thing, I do enjoy the look of marvel on his face as he looks down on me. That look in his eyes was totally worth it.
“I unleashed the beast again, didn’t I?” I joke when I get back up.
“What?” he asks, pulling me against him for a hug. He buries his face in my hair and inhales deeply. “The beast?”
“Yeah, the beast,” I repeat, kissing his neck. “You know, when you start out all sweet and careful, but then you get too aroused and you take control, bite me, grab my hair, take me hard and fast until I can’t take it anymore.”
“Oh,” he says, sounding a little confused. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I did that.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I say, hating that I made him feel like he did something wrong. “I kinda like it. It’s hot, actually. Like you can’t help yourself and just need to have your way with me. I mean… I could do without the biting, that actually hurts a little, but I don’t mind it when you get a little rough.”
“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes filled with lust when he pulls back to look me in the eye. “You like that?”
“I like you,” I verify, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him.
“Do you like me, or just my bedazzled dick?” he asks in a dark, teasing voice.
“Both,” I say, moving my hand down his chest to his cock, moaning when I feel it’s already getting hard again. “Can we go shower now?”
“No,” he grunts, grabbing me and turning me around before I can even register his movements. He bends me over the kitchen table and pushes up my skirt. My panties get torn off, the abrupt tearing of the fabric stinging a little against my skin.
“Oh,” I moan when I feel the tip of his cock tease my entrance. I wasn’t expecting this at all. I’m used to hard, hot, fast and unexpected with Aston and Thomas, but not with James. He always takes his time, makes me come at least one time – in not more – before pushing into me, and he always gives me time to adjust to him.
Not this time, though.
He enters me with a loud grunt, and I cry out in pleasure and pain. It’s still my sweet James, so he does pause for a moment to ask if I’m okay. The moment I tell him I’m fine, he starts moving. Since I’m basically unable to move, being immobilized by the hand that he uses to press me down onto the table, he has all the power.
It’s way hotter than I thought it would be. He dictates the pace, I’m completely unable to touch him with, and he’s taking me so hard that it’s almost painful.
Suddenly, he stops moving completely, making me whimper from the sudden loss of friction. I wiggle my ass against him, and he smacks it, making me cry out.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice having this dark unfamiliar edge to it that I’ve never heard before.
“Yeah,” I breathe, adjusting to this new side of him. “Fuck, I didn’t know you could be like this.”
“I didn’t know you were okay with me being like this,” he replies, his hand moving between us while he pulls out just a little, giving him some space to circle my clit with his fingers. “If you like the beast, I can give you the beast, Franny.”
My whole body reacts to the commanding way he’s speaking to me, and his fingers are working wonders as well. It only takes a few more flicks of his thumb over my clit to send me over the edge. My pussy clenches around him, forcing his cock further inside of me until he can’t possibly go in any further.
While my orgasm slowly subsides, he starts thrusting into me again, hard and fast, his hands grabbing my hips and squeezing tightly. I cry out when his cock keeps hitting my G-spot, forcing another orgasm out of me that has me seeing stars.
This is not at all what I was expecting when I asked if I could join him in the shower.
He grunts when he finds his own relief, twitching inside of me while he fills me up, his fingers digging into my skin even more. I whimper when he pulls out after he’s done, feeling raw and wet. Cum leaks out of me when he pulls me upright and turns me around to kiss me, his tongue completely dominating mine.
“Are you okay?” he asks when he pulls back. There’s still some darkness left in his eyes, but his smile is that of the James I know.
“Yeah,” I breathe, my legs trembling so much that he basically has to hold me up.
“Oh fuck,” he says, his eyes suddenly going wide. “Oh no. I forgot the condom.”