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silkylovey · 2 years

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You were at the restaurant for an interview with a reporter. Your bodyguard stood not too far, his usual scowl in place.

“And how long have you been partnered with this charity?” the reporter asked.

“Well I’ve always loved kids so I first began in-”, your words were cut off by loud shouts and the sound of guns going off.

People rushed out of their seats, pushing and shoving and you barely had time to react before your bodyguard grabbed your hand.

“No time to think. We’re leaving”, he ordered, pushing you through the kitchens and leading you out through a back door.

“Wait!” You tried to slow him down. “There are families and children back there. We can’t just leave them.”

“I don’t get paid to care about strangers. I am paid to care about you.”

His phone was pressed to his ear as he led you to a darkened alley away from the public.

“I am perfectly fine! Someone could seriously be hurt”, you were pleading with him but he was not listening.

You started to walk back in the direction that you came from when he grabbed your waist and pulled you against his chest.

“I said. No”, he gritted out, lips next to your ear.

You struggled against his hold but he only tightened the arm around your waist. He grabbed your face with his other hand and turned it to him.

“You like ignoring orders? Where I’m from, people are punished for being defiant, sweetheart.”

Your faces were dangerously close, the tip of your nose grazed his nose and you were lost in the angry fire in his eyes.

You realized you have been at him for too long. You pull your face away from his grasp and push yourself away from him.

“Well, where I am from we don’t leave innocent people in life-threatening situations”, you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You want to argue with me?” he stalked towards me with an angry glare. “You go back there, you’ll be dead within a minute. Don’t fucking test me on this.”

“I’ve literally spent the last hour telling that reporter I’m partnering with a huge children’s charity organization. You think people are going to listen to me if they find out I am so selfish that I only cared about getting myself out?” You were practically shouting in the deserted alleyway at this point.

He backed you up against the wall. “You are de daughter of the world’s most wealthy CEO. This isn’t a movie where you save a restaurant full of people by reasoning with the men that have guns strapped to their chests.”

“Well, why didn’t you do anything then? You were a part of a SWAT team. Isn’t saving people what you live and breathe for?” He stood so close that you could smell that manly scent of his.

“What I live and breathe for is you”, he snapped.

That shouldn’t have made your stomach flutter because you knew that he didn’t mean it the way you wished he did. But these stupid butterflies were going crazy.

“Why don’t you just quit? There are plenty more people who need protection that won’t give you headaches”, your chest was heaving from how angry you were.

“I am the one who gives orders around here. Learn to control your mouth.”

“Bite me”, you snapped.

He wrapped his hand loosely around the top of your throat and tilted your head up.

“Don’t tempt me,” his voice was rough and low. “You are supposed to be a good little princess. Not mouthing off men who are twice the size of you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I know that that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one day.” His gaze dropped to your lips but the next second he stepped back. “Driver’s here. Let’s go.”

You made a face behind his back and rolled your eyes.

“Roll those eyes again and I’ll bend you over my knee and show you exactly what happens to disobedient little princesses.”

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The car ride was long and he could feel the anger radiating off you. It didn’t bother him as long as you were unharmed and safe.

When you got home, your father was already inside and he near enough jumped on you, making sure that you were fine.

“Thank God, you are okay”, he exhaled, hugging you. “I would’ve never let you take that interview if I had known there would be a shooting.”

You pulled away from him and patted his arm. “I am fine. I’m sure people will find it ironic that I was advocating helping others just to then run out of there like a sweet rat.”

He shot you a grateful look. “Don’t be absurd. I didn’t hire a bodyguard to hang around you like decoration.”

After a great deal of reassurance, he left with a whole entourage.

As soon as the door shut, you glanced at him. “Wipe that smug look off your face.”

“Don’t get snippy with me. Your father, the damn CEO, agrees that I did the right thing.”

You shoved past him and he followed you into the kitchen.

“Next time something like that happens, you might not be so lucky. It’s not your job to swoop in with a cape and shield to save the day.”

You huffed and poured yourself a glass of water.

“Stop pouting. It’s beneath you to act like such a child.”

You bit your lip as if you were physically restraining yourself from snapping back.

“Are you done? Or do you want to scold me more?” you rolled your eyes.

“What did I say about rolling your fucking eyes?” he gritted out, cornering you against the counter.

“And what did I say earlier? Bite. Me.” You growled, glaring at him.

He grabbed your chin so you were staring straight into his eyes. “You are really tempting me here, sweetheart. I would love to know what you taste like.”

He was so close that your chest brushed his shirt. His gaze involuntarily dropped down to the swell of your tits that rose with each breath.

“Charming. Is this how you usually get women in your bed?”

He clicked his tongue, the fire in his eyes mirroring yours. “That’s it. Someone needs to teach you a goddamn lesson.”

Wrapping his arm around your waist. He threw you over his shoulder. You struggled against his hold and he placed his hand on your thigh to stop you from wiggling.

“You want to defy orders? Argue? Answer back? Let’s see just how vocal you are. Let’s see if I can get you to fucking scream for me.”

He carried you to your room and dropped you onto your bed. You leaned on your elbows and scowled at him.

“What’s wrong with you? You can’t just manhandle people like that!”

You tried to get up but he pushed you back and leaned over you.

“I am getting real sick of this attitude of yours lately”, his voice is low and serious. “If anything happens to you, it will be my burden to bear.”

”I didn’t ask for a 24/7 bodyguard. Maybe if you gave me some space, I wouldn’t be so frustrated with you.”

He pushed away from you and pulled you up with him so that you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Maybe if you weren’t so impulsive and careless, I wouldn’t have to be in your space all the time.” He fisted your hair and tilted your head back. “You going to disrespect me like that again?”

“Depends. Are you going to act like a dick?”

Fuck, this woman. I’ve never been so attracted to someone with such a smart mouth.

He brushed his lips against yours and murmured in a deep voice, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You scrunched your brows in confusion but he didn’t get to see your face any longer because he flipped you over onto the bed, face down, ass in the air.

“You’re such a spoilt brat. Let’s see how well you beg”, he pushed your skirt and slapped his palm against your ass cheek.

You gasped and he slapped it again, leaving a red tint on your skin. He leaned over you and pressed his lips to your ear. “You want me to stop?”

You made a sound in your throat like you didn’t know whether to growl for him or to moan for him.

“That’s what I thought. You can drop the princess act. I know you are a slut, baby.”

You opened your mouth to snap at him, but the only thing that escaped is a moan when he slipped his hand into your panties and rubbed your clit.

Entering two fingers inside you, he fingered you till you were pushing down on his hand, aching for a release.

Only then did he take his hand out and he flipped you over so you were staring at him, and he pushed his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on.

“You really thought I would let you finish?” he took his fingers out of your mouth and grabbed your face. “Next time you misbehave. I want you to remember this. I am in control here.”

And with that, he slammed your door.

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You were attending a charity gala tonight on behalf of your father who was too busy to attend. You strapped on your heels and stared at your reflection.

“Come on. We need to lea-”, Tom paused at the doorway of your room, brows scrunched.

“What?” You met his eyes in the mirror.

“You can’t wear that.” He draws closer.

“Why?”

“Did they run out of fabric for the back? You might as well be naked.”

You ignored him. The car ride was uncomfortable and you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally arrived.

You barely had time to appreciate the beautiful ballroom before you were greeting every celebrity public figure with a smile on your face.

“May I have this dance?” You didn’t remember his name, only recognized him because he was the son of a rich oil tycoon.

Smiling, you took his hand and he led you to the floor, one hand resting on your back and the other holding your hand.

“You bodyguard looks like he wants to tear my hands off and feed them to me”, he said, spinning you around and catching you back in his arms.

You laughed. “He is just cautious. And very overprotective.”

“Protective or possessive? If looks could kill, I would be dead right now.” The song came to an end and he kissed your cheek. “Enjoy your evening.”

The night continued like that, dance after dance until all the faces started blurring together.

You excused yourself and slipped away to find a bathroom. Unfortunately, Tom was hot on your heels, following you.

“I am only going to the bathroom”, you stopped in the middle of an empty hallway. “What are you so angry about now?”

“You. I am angry with you.”

“For goodness sake”, you snapped, glaring at him. “Dare I ask, why?”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the nearest room, locking the door.

And then his mouth is on yours, kissing you like a starved man, hands on your ass that pressed you up against his body.

“You knew. You knew I was watching you all night and you still laughed and giggled at all them idiots while they put their hands all over you.” He moved his lips down your throat, sinking his teeth into the curve at your neck.

“Oh my God”, you gasped. You were so annoyed and so horny. “Get over yourself. They are perfectly respectful men.”

His hands pushed your dress up and he ripped your underwear with his bare hands.

“But you don’t want respectfulness. I know how you like it, princess. You want someone to disrespect you and your body.”

You arched your back against the wall when his fingers slipped inside you and his mouth was back on yours.

“What would people say if they knew that the good little daughter of the CEO is being fingered against the wall, moaning for her bodyguard?”

You didn’t even have time to answer back because he replaced his fingers with his mouth and you were biting your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

Holy shit. This man knows how to use his tongue.

He didn’t stop till you finished in his mouth and he sucked it all up like it was his first meal in years.

You were gasping for air and he stood up, wrapping his hand around your throat.

“Let another man touch you and he won’t live to see the next day”, he pressed your pulse point. “Are you going to argue with me on that?”

You shook your head.

“Good girl.”

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He knew he shouldn’t have you in that room. He shouldn’t have kissed you and he definitely shouldn’t have gone down on you.

There were a lot of things that he shouldn’t do.

Like, stare at you sat with some brainless idiot in this restaurant. He wished he could just hit that bloody idiot for smiling at you like that.

He may have a fancy title and a whole load of money but there’s no way he could take Tom in a fight.

God, I need to get a grip.

You laughed at something that he said and he placed his hand on top of yours on the table. Tom wanted to rip it off and shove it up the idiot’s arse.

Oh my God!

He was tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Is this the best game he has? Did his mom tell him to make moves like that on girls he likes?

You laughed again and Tom resisted the urge to make a face.

There is no way that he was that fucking funny? What the fuck is he even saying to her to make her laugh like that?

You pushed your chair back and said something to your date. Then you glanced at Tom and your smile immediately disappeared.

Tom followed you to the bathroom, glaring at your date when he walked past.

“I am capable of going to the bathroom on my own, you know.” You said over your shoulder.

“I know you are. But what if someone attacks you on your way there? What would you do without a strong, muscled bodyguard to save you?”

You paused and then turned around. “I forgot my purse on the table. Do you mind grabbing it for me? I need to touch up my makeup.”

“Seriously?” he made a face but agreed nonetheless.

Tom turned around to head back to the table but paused when he saw your douchebag date pour something in your drink.

Are you fucking kidding me?

He saw red when Tom grabbed your date by his collar and slammed his back against the table.

“Admit what you just did and I’ll think about going easy on you”, Tom growled as your date’s face reddened.

“W-what? Get off me, you psycho!” Your date clawed at Tom’s hands but he only smiled mockingly at your date’s pathetic attempt.

“I will say this now because you are going to need medical attention later.” He leaned closer to him, watching his eyes widen. “I you can’t get laid by choice, probably has something to do with you being a bitch. You ever fucking drug another woman again, I’ll beat you so fucking hard you mother will feel it.”

And with that he punched him with so much force that you could hear a tooth break. He screamed.

People were shouting and screaming and Tom could hear someone calling his name but all he could focus on was making your date bleed.

He punched him again, satisfied when he heard his nose crack and then he pulled him up by his bloodied collar.

“Want to see a trick I learned while I was in the army?” He asked, giving him no time to respond when he twisted his arm back and slammed his hand into his shoulder, dislocating it.

His scream was so high-pitched that Tom wanted to laugh.

And then someone pulled Tom away and he looked up to see a security guard. You stood to the side, horrified but he didn’t care because you were safe and unharmed.

You grabbed his hands and pulled him through the kitchens, apologizing to the staff, and out through the back door into a deserted alleyway.

You started pacing and he leaned against the wall, watching.

“What is wrong with you?! Are you deranged? Do you need to be put in an insane asylum? You nearly beat him to fucking death!” You were shouting at him but his adrenaline was slowly dying down and all he felt was exhaustion.

“He put something in your drink”, he said softly.

“What?” you stopped your rant and stared at him, chest heaving.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him. “I saw him pour something into your drink. And I was blinded by anger.” Your eyes softened. “I’m sorry if I scared you, love.”

You gazed up at him and surprised him by wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Thank you”, you whispered and you stood there holding each other for God knows how long.

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You were still processing the turn of events by the time you arrived home.

He trailed in behind you to the living room, dropping onto the sofa with an exhausted sigh.

“Fuck”, he muttered.

You took a seat next to him and turned your body to face him. “Are you okay?”

He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Am I okay? I should be asking you if you are okay. You looked horrified.”

You were horrified. Along with so many other emotions that overwhelmed you.

You shouldn’t feel the way that you did. You shouldn’t be glad that he defended you because it is his job and that was what he is paid to do.

“It just… It was a lot to take in. One minute I was heading to the bathroom and the next I hear is someone screaming and see you leaning over him.”

You glanced at his knuckles, the torn skin bruised and bloodied.

“Let me get you some ice for that hand”, you muttered needing some space to think.

You got up and walked past him but he grabbed your wrist, glancing up at you.

He was so beautiful. Even more so with the vulnerability in his eyes that soften his harsh features.

“It’s okay. Just sit down and take a minute to breathe.”

He tugged you onto his lap, your knees straddling him on either side.

“What are you doing?” you breathed, and your noses grazed each other.

“Fuck if I know baby,” he murmured, eyes scanning your face.

You stared at each; other for an eternity and then his lips were on yours, kissing you in a slow, torturous manner.

You cupped his face and he placed his hands on your his, pressing you closer against him.

“I like you,” he whispered against your mouth, pulling away from the kiss. “A lot more than I should.”

“Why?” you thought he hated you.

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“I just do. I don’t know when it happened, or how it happened, but I look at you and my heart wants to jump out of my chest.”

Oh. Oh fuck. This is dangerous territory you were treading on.

“We can’t,” you sighed, closing your eyes. “You are my bodyguard.”

“I know. Remember what I said after the shooting at the restaurant?” he ran his thumb across your lower lip. “What I live for and breathe for is you. And I meant it.”

Your chest hurts. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he held you like you were the oxygen he needed to breathe.

“I really like you too,” you whispered in his ear and you could feel his smile against your neck.

“I am glad. Because we are going to make this work even if it’s the last thing I do.”

And you weren’t surprised by the confidence in his tone because two years later, you stood at the altar exchanging ‘I do’s’ and promising yourselves to each other.

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caffiend-queen · 2 years

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Blood & Music

Chapter 9: At Last

In which James and Maila finally get their well-deserved time alone.

There was a weird pressure to make this chapter perfect because I made these two wait so long to be together. I wanted a mix of tenderness and filth, and I hope it works. Thank you all for sticking with me, I appreciate you more than I can say.

Chapter 8 here.

You broke apart as you could hear Tommy speaking louder than necessary, clearly warning you as he escorted an extremely drunk Billy and crew up the stairs to the rooftop lounge. Matt’s pale eyes narrowed slightly as he looked between you and an unflappable James, but he didn’t say anything.

Billy held court for the next hour until James and Lea convinced him it was time to call it a night. You’d been sitting next to Matt, vibrating with impatience and seething frustration. He has a job to do, you reminded yourself. He’s on the clock. Stop whining. But after all these years, to feel something like this?

There was a moment, a short one as you all headed back downstairs to the waiting cars. “I would have wished for more time,” he murmured in your ear, surely seeing the spray of goosebumps sent up on your skin. That man and his perfect voice! “But I very much want to speak with you when we have time to-”

“Just talk?” you teased, wondering inside who this carefree creature was, “Only converse? Dialogue? Reflect?”

“Stop it now or I shall throw you over my shoulder and carry you off, duty be damned.” Oh, there was that wildly arousing growl you’d been dying to hear. When only a weak puff of air escaped your slack lips, he chuckled softly and moved in front of Billy.

It was just as well that your night with James was cut unfairly short. Matt was chatty when you got back to the hotel, exceptionally chatty and infuriatingly, it was surface chatter.

“So, we’re on this sultan’s yacht, and he’s got like sixteen of these exceptionally hot and naked-”

“You are not going to tell me this, Matt.” You rubbed your forehead. “It’s also like 5am and I’ve got rehearsal in a few hours. So you’re going to take a shower and sleep on the couch. I’ll take you to brunch after you suck down a couple of Tylenol, okay?”

He scoffed slightly, settling back and taking another sip of the very good Dutch beer from the minibar. “Sure. As soon as you tell me what’s going on with you and the bodyguard. You fuck him yet?”

“Really?” You kicked at his leg and Matt scooted away at the last minute, laughing. “This isn’t funny, Matty! And that’s so gross. Do I ask you about your sex life, you weirdo?”

“No, but I’ll tell you,” he grinned, “what do you want to know?”

“Know?” Your lip quivered before you took a breath, “I want to know where you’ve been for the last five years. I want to know why you haven’t come to see me. I want to know how you and Billy have, and I quote, ‘Done business together.’ I want to know if you’re getting any small bit of happiness and stability back in your life, even if it means you keeping away from me.”

There was that tell-tale quiver at the end of your stern statement. Perfect. Matt was looking at you, pale blue eyes wide.

“Please don’t cry,” he whined. “It freaks me out.”

You took his hand, and he reflexively tried to pull away but you held on. Long, slim fingers like yours, so gifted at coaxing music from his instruments as a child. There was scar tissue, smoothed over the years where his index finger had been. “You can leave again, but I’m still your sister, Matty. You can tell me anything. Anything. You know that, right?”

“I’m doing… business. Nothing illegal!” he hastily added when your brow rose doubtfully. “But nothing you need to get involved in.”

“Did you get drugs for Billy?”

He laughed, boisterously like he used to. “No. I picked up some rare guitars for him. I’m not ending up in some third-world prison for some rich asshole’s coke stash.”

“Okay,” you tried to smile. “You know I’m worried. You know I hate that you’re keeping secrets from me. But…” you held on to his hand more tightly. “Are you happy?”

His pale gaze went somewhere else for a moment, then he smiled at you with an effort. “I’m getting closer.”

When Maila walked on to the stage for soundcheck, James smiled almost involuntarily, and when she spotted him, a small and sincere grin answered him. Tommy chuckled, and again he was sincerely regretting hiring the smarmy Scottish bastard on to this job.

“Seems real fortunate that after the concert tonight, Billy’s on downtime for a few days to shoot the interview shite for the documentary, eh? A lil’ downtime for everyone’s not such a bad idea right now I’m thinking.”

He opened his mouth to sternly advise his friend that of course, he, personal security agent James Conrad would be handling all the duties related to their client’s stay at a vineyard in Tuscany. Of course.

Tommy cut him off.

“It’s 72 hours, mate. I can take the first 48. You been on duty with this arse for months, eh?”

James frowned. He did not leave a client. He was on duty until relieved of-

“I know what you’re thinkin’ and you should think again. There ain’t no more of a girl like Maila. She’s standing right in front of ye and there’s no third chances. Take the 48 hours.” Tommy grasped his shoulder, shaking him.

He opened his mouth to disagree, to explain his duty. “Thank you, Tommy,” was all he could manage instead.

Pacing back and forth after finally wedging a drunk and obstreperous Billy into the egg-shaped tub where he’d insisted on sleeping, James pondered exactly when it was when any charm he’d had with women disappeared. Because the enormity of planning this time with Maila loomed hugely. Was it too presumptuous to simply whisk her off to some charming - and ideally secluded - cottage in Tuscany? Would that be too much togetherness, even with the utter certainty he felt of everything suddenly and smoothly clicking into place? The feel of her mouth tonight and that realization of, “There you are. Of course.”

Finally showering and slipping into bed - clothed, because he must be ready at a moment’s notice if his client was in danger - he wondered if Maila slept nude. If she would mind if he slept nude, which he’d always preferred. Then, the image of her skin against his, the warmth, the softness of her was too much and James groaned, taking his cock in hand and knowing this would just barely take the edge off his need for Maila.

You had managed to see Matt off the next morning without crying again, an action you knew he noted with some relief. And the day got decisively better when you showed up for rehearsal, James in a perfectly tailored pair of navy blue pants and a cashmere sweater that outlined those broad shoulders so nicely that you might have made a small, involuntary woman noise. He looked up and smiled, and your jaw dropped.

He was so beautiful when he smiled, the Stern and Composed Bodyguard to the Stars James Conrad. An open grin, making the fine lines around those pretty eyes crinkle. It wasn’t measured or controlled, it was sincere. Sincerely happy to see you? You realized you’d been smiling back in a misty fashion for far too long and gave an awkward little shrug before turning to your bass guitar array.

Rehearsal dragged on, Billy somehow always having the uncanny sense when his band had other things to do. Crucial things. Important scheduling issues. At least, you thought it was important. You thought James also might find it a priority. Sighing, you rubbed your forehead while the new Lighting Guy re-adjusted the spotlight. So much was still unsaid between you and James. Billy, go take a nap or get a vitamin shot or whatever that thing is but give us a break, you thought, ready to crack him over the head with your Ibanez Premium. It wasn’t your favorite guitar. And it was from cherrywood so it would bounce off his thick skull and maybe hit him again on the way down…

James smiled, enjoying the dreamy expression on Maila’s face, having clearly gone somewhere happy. He was a patient man. He could wait. He’d waited for days, weeks even in the military during crucial missions. He’d waited hours for Billy to do any number of ridiculous things.

“I shall retire to my egg before the performance tonight,” Billy announced. “‘Til tonight!”

Thank god, James thought. Perhaps he wasn’t the patient man he used to be.

Tommy was doing his level best to not actually laugh in his face - the Scottish git apparently still had some sense of self-preservation - but he shooed him away from the palatial bathroom where their eccentric employer was curled in the tub, humming blissfully as a young woman in a full Dutch costume, including wooden shoes, was tap-dancing happily to the melody of “Singing in the Rain.”

“Go,” he said, “no one needs ta’ see this. Ya’ got an hour, make it count.”

James’ long legs ate up the distance between Billy’s suite and Maila’s and the door flew open on the first rap of his knuckles against the wood. His fingers slid into her hair and his mouth on hers in seconds, and he groaned, relief that this woman, this kiss was real. That he hadn’t imagined the moment she exposed her truth to him.

“It has been a long day,” he managed to say before slotting his lips against hers again, loving the soft, full texture of them.

“And it’s going to be an even longer night,” Maila sighed, “but after Club Naked, I think even Billy’s partied out. At least for the next twenty-four hours or something.”

He chuckled. “You underestimate the man. He is ensconced in his egg-shaped bathtub and there is a young woman dancing for him.”

Her brow furrowed sweetly. “What, like a stripper?”

“Far more intricate,” James was focusing on his thumbs, sweeping gently over her cheekbones as he cradled her upturned face. “She’s wearing - I believe it’s called the Wedding Guest costume?”

“The Bruiloftsgast?” Maila laughed, “I’m sure I’m mispronouncing it but I choreographed a music video with some Dutch girls dancing backup. Is she… like, erotic dancing or something?”

He was running his nose lightly down the side of her neck. “No,” he whispered in her ear, enjoying her rapturous little shiver, “she’s tap dancing. In wooden clogs.”

That did it. Maila just howled, laughing hard enough to slump against him. Wrapping his arms around her, James laughed too, relishing the feel of her, her warmth, and the tangy scent of something like lemon and peppermint. “I’m sorry,” she wheezed, “I kind of thought this moment to go differently. How much time do you have before you have to get back?”

His smile faded, but he tightened his arms just a bit more. “Not long, I’m afraid.” Placing gentle kisses on her cheeks, forehead, the tip of her nose, then one more, just one more slow play of his mouth against hers, the tip of his tongue toying with hers. Pulling away with some effort, he was pleased that her lips tried to follow his. “But I come with an invitation.”

“Oh?” Maila was doing some exploring of her own, those long, clever musician’s fingers lightly scratching the back of his neck.

“Billy has the 72-hour break in Tuscany, of course, but…” James groaned as her finger circled his ear. “But I have 48 hours free. No requirements - unless there’s an emergency, of course - I hoped to spend them with you.” Maila’s smile was warmth, it was sunshine and comfort and he paused for a moment, basking in it.

“I would love to,” she said. “What are you thinking?”

“I have a friend, he has a beautiful country home with a tiny vineyard in Tuscany. Close enough if necessary, but far enough to be private. Secluded. He’s offered to send the staff on holiday, it would be ours alone.”

Gripping his sweater, she shook her head, “This is almost too romantic and perfect to be real. But I…” Maila hesitated, then seemed to take the plunge. “I am here for it.”

“Thank you,” James kissed her again, longingly, sweetly. “I’ll have everything ready to leave tomorrow morning, and knowing this crew, well before anyone is awake.”

“Could you just stay like this for a minute?” Maila’s voice was muffled with her face buried in his chest, rubbing her cheek against his sweater. “This is so nice. Just for a minute?”

“Of course.” His voice was a bit hoarse. He’d pictured passionate sex, had imagined thrusting into her with her back against the door of her hotel room the instant she’d closed it. But this tenderness… it was unraveling his contained, controlled shell.

But he could allow it. Just for a minute.

The following morning…

“What did you tell Nigel?” James asked you between kisses, “I’m sure he’d planned on spending the break with you.”

“I don’t want to talk about Nigel, or Billy, or anyone else related to this tour,” you objected, words slurring a bit when that tempting fiend ran the tip of his tongue down the tight tendon in your neck.

“I intend to massage you later and rub this uncomfortable tendon into submission,” he was purring in your ear, that perfect British elocution was making it hard to concentrate. “I intend to run my hands over every part of you, in fact.”

“Oh?” Inwardly you cringed, your voice was pitched high enough to attract seagulls. “That’s… you know that would be… heh.” Now his tongue was delicately tracing your jaw and then sliding between your lips as he gave a groan. A deeply satisfying groan as if he’d been waiting forever to do this. All too soon, the clearly amused driver opened the door to reveal a helicopter waiting on a private airstrip.

“I do not intend to waste a moment of our forty-eight hours,” he said, helping you out of the car. Interestingly, there didn’t seem to be a pilot.

“Um, are you flying us there?” You cocked your head, watching him throw your bags into the tiny cargo area and walk around the helicopter, performing a pre-flight check. James looked up at you, his pale eyes squinting slightly in the watery sunshine. He was wearing those black jeans again that fit so well, and a blue shirt - sleeves rolled up - that perfectly matched his eyes. He is so beautiful, you thought, a bit weak in the knees.

“Do you trust me, darling?” Oh, now he was just being devilish, one corner of his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk.

“With my life,” you said instantly, “you’ve already saved it twice.” His mouth was back on yours almost before you finished the sentence and you sagged against his broad chest for a moment. His kiss tasted like gratitude, like passion, like a promise.

James put the helicopter down on a tiny landing pad near the cottage he’d borrowed from his friend. “Less a cottage and more a mansion,” he wryly remarked as he accepted the keys from a grinning caretaker who immediately left them alone.

Maila was walking through the hallway, fingers lightly tracing the hand-plastered walls hung with brightly-colored tapestries and some whimsical sculpture pieces. The huge, arched windows were the only hint of a modern design and they looked out on to the little vineyard. “You know your friend has to have an amazing house wine, right?”

He laughed, “We will try it with dinner tonight. In the meantime…” Hesitating, wondering if it was too soon, if Maila would be ready, if she needed more time. When he looked up, she was already at the top of the stairs.

“In the meantime,” she drawled, unbuttoning her shirt, “I’m sure we can think of something to do.” She squealed as he loped up the stairs and hauled her over his shoulder. In the bedroom with a graceful four-poster bed and filmy white curtains, he let her down gently, cupping her face in his hands with the lightest, most tender kiss. And then he threw her onto the bed, feet flying up and laughing as the carefully arranged pillows flew everywhere. James finally allowed himself what he'd been fantasizing about since she walked on to that stage at Wembley, moving his mouth and tongue over every inch of her, removing each article of clothing slowly until she was naked and moaning, her hands stroking over his back and arms, sliding up to cup his face and kissing him. Rising on his knees, he smiled reassuringly, looking her over as he removed his pants and shirt. Lifting her leg up and putting it over his shoulder, he ran the tip of his tongue up her smooth skin, groaning low in his throat at the taste of her under his mouth. Then, with a dark smile that made Maila clench in anticipation, he dove into her center, sucking most of her wet lips and clitoris into his mouth with a lewd slurping sound. Her hands left his shoulders and he knew she was covering her face, anticipating the embarrassed giggle that came next.

"Don't be shy, darling," he soothed, sliding two fingers inside her and enjoying how those satiny walls clutched them as he stroked the rough pads of his fingertips along them. "You're so silky here, you taste sweet and slightly salty." Ignoring her, he used his deepest, more persuasive tone. "And when I press against you, just so..."

"OH! God!"

He couldn’t help his pleased chuckle as she came on his fingers. "...you gift me such sweetness. Delicious, utterly."

You covered your face again. “I can’t believe I just… really? Came within like sixteen seconds?”

“More like ninety seconds or so,” James said soothingly, then set to work again, wringing two more orgasms out of you with his mouth and fingers before sliding up your shaking body, wrapping your weak legs around his waist. "I want to be inside you, sweet Maila."

You could feel his thick head, already wet with his leaking tip pressed against the opening of your passage. Why was he waiting? You moaned when his cock pulsed against you. "Please, James..."

"Invite me inside you."

You looked up at him then, searching his face. This was different, even more than giving the usual consent to a partner. This was... what? You were agreeing to more somehow, but you were past thinking clearly, so you nodded instead, raising up on your elbows and kissing him. "Please be inside me, James."

With a pleased growl, James did, pushing in slowly, as her thighs tightened and then relaxed against his waist. When her moans grew louder, her hands pulling and clinging to his shoulders, he plowed through her cunt eagerly, over and over while he listened to her moan as he felt the stretch and pull inside her, circling his hips to gain access to every inch of her channel.

"God, the way you shape around me," he groaned, "it's heaven. Your heat and silk..." he began thrusting harder, forgetting he might be hurting her, forgetting it might have been a very long time for her and only thinking how good it felt to be inside his Maila, how perfect she was and how he'd never felt home inside another woman. Not like this. Nothing like this. He didn't realize he'd said that out loud until she hugged him harder.

“Yes, please,” Maila managed to moan, “Please, stay inside me. Fill me up.”

James shuddered as he’d nearly come right then but held himself still for a moment. “Such a very good girl,” he said a little hoarsely, “such delightful, filthy words.” Pulling her up as he went back on his heels, he pushed his hips forward to line his wide head up to the opening to her slick cunt and began sliding up inside her again. “The shape of you,” he groaned, “the way you fit around my cock, wrapping so wet and tight.”

He was thick, this beautiful man, so intrusive with his shaft forcing your walls to part for him and pressing against all those tender and secret spots inside that made you gasp and moan for him. You could feel the muscles in his flat stomach tighten as he slid inside another inch. And you looked down, making an embarrassing little whimper of pleasure as you saw half of his thick spike still outside you. It felt like a bit like a spike, driving higher than you thought you could possibly have room left to accommodate him. James always seemed to know when it was overwhelming you and he'd pause, flexing slightly inside you but rubbing your back, humming a little. His cock would continue sliding along your sensitive walls when your arms loosened a little.

"You're like satin, inside," he soothed in his beautiful, dark voice, "pulsing around me, so slick." He moved you up slightly, altering the movement of his driving cock. "When I press here..." he did it again, as you moaned for him. “I can push farther still, pushing up into the deepest part of you... there's a little hollow, the last bit of you where I can wedge my cock."

Your entire body stiffened and your back arched, a weak exhale of breath as you felt the heated head of his shaft rub enticingly inside you - up to your belly button surely - and then just... hold.

Your thighs were shaking, holding the sheer weight, the thickness of his cock inside you and James wasn't moving, just holding you still with his hands on your bottom, squeezing and stroking as he just held the position, spreading your insides so widely. You both held motionless in the moment until you made a small, desperate noise and tried to rise up a little.

"Ah, no, darling..." that mesmerizing voice whispering in your ear again, lovely filth about how beautiful you were and so sweet, how much he needed and wanted you, and how very, very good you felt. And then James just held pressed deeply inside your channel, rotating his hips very slightly, the pressure so intense that even a millimeter of movement seemed to push against all the most sensitive bits inside you and make you shudder and sigh. His sonorous voice and lurid compliments made you half-insane with arousal, knowing that he could make you ready to come just by speaking to you that way.

"Patience..." he whispered, "hold for me, lovely." Your focus seemed to narrow down to the wide, heavy shaft pushed halfway through your body, how even the slightest movement of his lean hips felt like fire stroking inside you.

"I treasure you so, precious girl," he finally growled, "I want to be inside you every moment, keep us mated so tightly that nothing can touch you." You heard his breathing begin to speed up as he ran his hands up and down your spine. "I do believe, my angel, that I can make you come with one more rotation of my cock rubbing the very top of you. Shall we see?"

Oh, my god he is going to kill me, you thought, dizzy with need, wanting him to come, wanting him to let you come, needing to feel the heat of him pulse inside and coat you. And so when this cruel, beautiful, perfect man made just the slightest movement that seemed to stroke along every nerve ending inside you, and as you felt the sudden, impossible swelling of his cock that meant James was coming inside you, with a soundless gasp, you came too.

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