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ELIZABETH. I look down at my legs and I can feel the wetness against my panties. I drop my hand to my thigh, and my fingers itch to move further. To pleasure myself and take my relief, but I shake my head. No. Not my touch. Not my fingers. I want James. And I know I’ll have him and he’ll pleasure me in a way that’d leave me wanting more the second it ends. I move down the island after the clench of my thighs to return to the counter. ~ I managed to finish cooking without another distraction from James and now we’re both on the couch in the living room with my plate in hand and James’ eyes on the tv after finishing his meal minutes ago. "That tastes better than I thought it’d turn out," I mumble as I take the last spoon of the rice salad and place the empty plate next to James on the table. "You’re doing the dishes," I tell him and his head snaps to me. "Why me?" "Because I cooked." "I’m cooking tomorrow." "Then I’ll also do the dishes tomorrow," I argue, and he chuckles. "Let
JAMES."Hey," Janet smiles as she brushes her hair off her shoulder. "Can I come in?" She doesn’t let me respond before she walks herself in and I step to the side to give her room.I shut the door before I turn to her and she’s smiling at me. I swear she never stops smiling."I wanted to ask you something. Do you think we can go up to your room?" She asks and I look back at Elizabeth, who’s turned away from us."I–""It won’t take long," Janet promises, and I sigh before I nod. She just had to come at this time.I hear her greet Lizzie as I lead the way to my room and she shuts the door behind us as we stride inside. I stand in the middle with my arms crossed to my chest and Janet strolls closer to me."So what’s it?" I ask her, and she seems rather busy glancing around my room to answer my question."Whose clothes are those?" She questions and I follow her eyes to my bed. I meet her eyes. "Elizabeth’s. She must have forgotten them there. What did you want to ask me?""Oh, right," she
ELIZABETH.James’ hold on me tightens and I moan as I feel his erection poke my thighs now. Any second from now and he’d be fucking me against this wall.Fear grips me at the thought.Not because I don’t want that. Oh, I do want it badly. I’ve always wanted James, but the fear comes from what’d happen after that. After we have sex, will he break this off? Get bored of me? Toss me to the side like he did those girls? Probably get with Janet, since he’s taken everything he wants from me.My heart aches at the mere thought of it, and I find myself sliding off his hold.James holds a confused expression as he stares at me. "You okay?"I clear my throat, my body anything but relaxing. I want his hands back on me. "Yeah. Um– I’m getting kind of cold. I should change out of this." I refer to my soaked clothes, and he smirks as he steps forward. "Yeah? Why don’t we just shower together?"My eyes widen. "What?"He smiles as he hooks his hands around his shirt and pulls it over his head in one t
ELIZABETH. I wake up to James between my thighs. My eyes widen, shocked to see him down there with my legs on his shoulders, and his expression is that of mischief as he raises his head. "You’re awake? Perfect." He smirks and I watch his head disappears between my legs again. "James, what are you– Oh my God." I gasp when I feel his breath near my core. He doesn’t give me a response as he blows on my pussy a few times, then I feel the swipe of his tongue over my pussy lips. "James–" I moan as I begin to sit up on the bed, wanting to have a better view, but he yanks my leg, tugging me down again. I let out a shaky breath, my hands gripping the sheets as James sucks on my clit while his fingers work their way into my opening. "Fuck." I throw my head to the back, locking my legs on his shoulders around his neck, wanting to push him closer and deeper, and James chuckles against me; the sound vibrates against my core, sending shocks of pleasure across my body as I feel myself drip betw
JAMES. Elizabeth is drunk. And she has no idea what she’s saying. I remind myself of that as I stare at her in shock. "What?" I say and she beams as she lowers her head near my ear and I shiver a little when her mouth grazes my earlobe before she whispers, "I think I want your cock inside me, James." The said cock jolts in my pants at those words and I bite my lips as she pulls back. My eyes meet hers and she looks dead serious. No. No, James. She’s drunk. "I– Elizabeth." I sigh as I drop her on her feet and she frowns, sluggishly and unwillingly removing her hands from me. "What? You don’t want to?" Of course, I want to. Christ, I’ve been dreaming about it ever since I saw her in that shirt of mine. I’ve imagined what it’d feel like being inside of her and images of me actually fucking her have flashed in my mind more time than I’m willing to admit every time I’m beside her. Elizabeth turns me on. Her every action makes me horny in a way I’m starting to think it’s unnatural and
ELIZABETH. I wake up with a banging headache. "Fuck." I mumble as I press a hand to the side of my head. I glance around the familiar room and realize it’s James’ as I sit up on the bed. What the hell happened? My eyes dart to the side to see a chest naked sleeping James. His back to the bed, one hand on my thigh and the other on his stomach. I look down at my body, noticing I’m still in the party clothes from last night, and I cuss under my breath, remembering how I had more than I should have. I hope I wasn’t a trouble to James or did anything stupid. "You’re up." His deep voice resonates in the room and my head snaps at him. He smiles at me as he moves a hand to the back of his head. "Good morning." "Good morning. Did I get too drunk?" I ask him, removing my hand from my head, and he chuckles. "Definitely." "Did I do something stupid?" I lift a brow and he tilts his head, a smirk etched on his face as he stares at me without giving a response. "James?" "How much do you re
ELIZABETH. I bite my lips, trying to hold back my tears as I stare at James. There’s shock evident on his face as he says, "What do you mean? What has to stop?" "This." I motion between our bodies with my hand. "We can’t keep doing this." "But why?" He takes a step forward and I immediately take one backward. His eyes fall to my feet and he takes a small step back as he meets my eyes. "I thought we were having fun? Where’s this coming from?" I look away from him, blinking hard, then turn back to James when I feel his hand on my shoulder. "Elizabeth. Speak to me. Why do you want to–" "I saw you. At school." I cut him off and when he furrows his brows, I continue. "With Janet." He slowly drops his hand from my shoulder. "And? You said that because you saw me with–" "She kissed you." Bitterness coats my words and my hands clench by my side. "And you didn’t push back. You just stood there and let her kiss you, James." He licks his lips, rubbing a hand over his forehead for long sec
ELIZABETH. When James moves his head back, my eyes immediately drop to his lips and I take a big gulp before I throw my head to the side and mutter, "No." "What?" I hear him say and I lift my gaze to him. "I said no. Let go, James." His hands drop from the refrigerator, incredulity clear in his eyes as he takes two steps back. "You’re serious? You don’t want me to touch you or–" "I already gave you an answer the last time we had this conversation." His expression shifts from disbelief to annoyance and I can’t tell if it’s because I brought up what happened last time or he can’t believe I just refused him. Whichever it is, I don’t feel good either. I blink and push my body forward. "I’ll be in my room." James doesn’t give a response and I take that as my cue to leave, only for my wrist to be grasped, halting me. He speaks without turning me. "Why? I know you’re mad I kissed Janet, but I told you–" "You can do whatever you want with Janet, James. I don’t care." I snatch my wrist f