Faster than he was, in fact. I staggered forward as the first wave of my orgasm hit, my hands moving to either side of James' head and catching me. I felt my pussy contract but I knew that my own writhing had slowed down. James' eyes shot open, and he took charge. He put his hands on my back, pulling me forward while finally getting the chance to suckle my tits. His hips thrust up with a faster pace than I had ever felt before.
My orgasm continued as his nails began to dig into my back and his face just pressed into my tits rather than licking them. Suddenly, he pushed extra deep inside of me, staying there for a moment, then pulling out and pushing all the way back in. I heard his ragged breathing against my chest as he pumped a new load of millions of sperm into my body.
I felt another contraction rock my body as his semen shot into my body, soaking my already drenched womb. I collapsed into him and began to writhe my hips as he slowed his own movements. Still, his fingers still dug into my back, pinning me to him. Soon, though, he let the pressure down, seeming to relax completely against the bed.
His face moved into a soft smile, the look of a man completely at peace. His eyes opened and he began to stroke my hair. I could feel him softening, but every time I moved and my breasts touched against his chest in a new way, his cock twitched within me.
I put my hands on his chest and laid my head against him, closing my eyes. I wished that we could stay just like this for at least the rest of the day, curled up in bed together in post-coital bliss. I knew that he had a plane to catch, but I didn't care. Time seemed to stop when I was here with him.
He kept stroking my hair for a few minutes more. Then, he rolled out from under me and off the bed. “We need to get going. Do you need to rinse off?”
I shook my head. “Not unless you're going to.”
He grinned. “Maybe I should, but I'm going to need to anyway after the flight if I'm going to look my best for this social event.” He turned toward me, pointing toward his dick. “You just can't get enough of seeing this after a shower, can you?”
I laughed. Cocky James was back in action. “I guess not.”
“Well, I promise that next time I get you in my apartment, I'll let you do more than look in the shower.”
The offer sent a new shiver of happiness to me. I had always enjoyed shower sex, and I was glad that I was going to get to watch those washboard abs of his actually have water running down them. “I look forward to it.”
He grinned. “Good. Now get dressed.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
We took the taxi back to my dorm in silence. I knew that he couldn't be seen showing public displays of affection for me, but I still wished that I could lean up against him and have him touch me again.
I wondered if he'd ever be able to treat me like a girlfriend.
It was 11 am when we got back there. I half expected to see Nicole still passed out, but she was gone.
“Good,” James said when he saw that she wasn't there. I was almost worried that I'd have to bat her away when we got here.
T
here was a pause between us. “So,” I said.
“So.”
“When am I going to get to see you again?” I asked.
He shrugged. “This next week is terrible for me. What about next Friday? What are you doing then?”
I didn't have anything planned. “I don't know, my own business is doing so well that I might just be busy that day.”
He rolled his eyes. “It's just that I saw this last night.” He walked over to my computer desk and picked up the flyer from his coffee shop. “We're playing next Friday, and I was wondering if you'd like to come.”
I grabbed the flyer from him. “'Lefty and the Sharks'? How did you get the name 'Lefty'?”
He shrugged. “I'm not Lefty. I'm one of the Sharks.”
“How am I supposed to believe that the CEO of his own company isn't even the front name for the band that he's in?”
He shrugged again. “I don't run the band. Don't have time for it. I just like to play the guitar. In fact, we have another guy that sometimes fills in for me on guitar for practices and gigs.”
I laughed. “I have a hard time believing that you half-ass anything, especially your own band.”
He had a wry smile on his face. “I don't really care what you believe, Allie. I just like to play.”