Page 14 of Carnival

Rose

J ames lets me sleep. It takes me a solid hour to actually fall asleep, but somehow, having him lie down by my side makes it easier.

As if the monster beside me scares away the monsters in my dreams. The warmth of his body lullabies me to sleep, and although it’s one without a dream, it’s peaceful — calm.

My eyelids flutter closed, and I completely relax.

And I finally caught myself resting properly. That is, until I feel something down between my legs. My eyes open, and I prop myself on my elbows, then immediately freeze.

James is between my legs, softly kissing my inner thigh. He took off the clothes of the bottom part of my body, along with my underwear. His hands are gripping my thighs, parting them further apart.

“What are you doing?” I ask, heart skipping a beat. My voice is still sleep-infused, if a little raspy.

James’ eyes flick up to meet mine, glossy with need. He bites down on my thigh gently, a course of shivers spreading through my body, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“I got hungry.’’

He doesn’t wait for me to respond, his mouth finding my pussy, and a low moan slips from my lips. I shudder at the sensations, my legs parting voluntarily for him. And boy, does he eat like a man starved.

His tongue presses against my clit, one of his fingers slowly teasing my entrance, pressing the pad of his finger, but not quite pushing in. I fall back down on the bed, closing my eyes and moaning at the sensations.

James lifts my legs over his shoulders, and I wrap them around his head, pulling him in. He chuckles, his hot breath tickling my skin. I’m still in a half-asleep state, but as soon as he takes my clit between his lips and sucks on it, I jolt awake.

My hands fist around the sheets underneath me, curling, knuckles turning white.

I feel myself getting wetter the longer he’s down and can no longer suppress the moans.

My eyes close again, allowing myself to feel the entirety of his actions.

My heart’s hammering in my chest, and I can hear the heartbeats ringing in my ears.

James groans against my flesh, pulling me as close as possible until I’m not even sure if he can breathe. His tongue laps up my juices, his finger slowly slipping inside me. At first, he starts out slowly, teasingly, just pushing it inside barely up to his knuckle.

“My God,’’ he groans. “You taste better than sin.’’

His gravelly voice sends chills down my back, my body arching to meet his eager mouth. He adds in a second finger, slowly picking up the pace, sucking and licking my most sensitive parts as if this is the last meal he’d ever have.

“James,’’ I gasp, my inner walls clenching on his fingers, sucking them deeper inside. James groans deeply, curling his fingers inside me and hitting that sweet spot, over and over again.

“That’s it, my hellion,’’ he moans against my skin. “Let me hear you scream my name. Let me hear who’s making you feel this good.’’

My eyes roll to the back of my head in ecstasy, and the slow buildup in the pit of my stomach hits me hard. A loud scream of his name slips my lips, his name tasting like the sweetest, most forbidden fruit on my tongue.

“Does my good girl want to come?” He taunts, slowly lessening the intensity of thrusting his fingers. I swallow, droplets of sweat forming on my forehead as I look down at him.

Something monstrous is hidden within the depth of his brown eyes. I can’t quite put my fingers on it, but the way he’s looking at me promises that he has no intention of letting me go, no matter how much I try to escape.

If I run, he’ll chase. If I break the chains, he’ll cage me.

A deadly promise that I belong to him, mind, body, and soul. A sinister threat that if I try to find another, he’ll never let me see the light of day again. And somehow, I don’t mind it, because it means I’ll get to see those gorgeous eyes again.

“Yes,’’ I breathe out, and he starts pumping his fingers again, lips pressed against my pussy.

“Then come for me,’’ he commands, and the familiar sensation runs through my veins. “Let me see you fall apart for the man who owns you.’’

A loud moan comes from me, and I let go. My body trembles, toes curling as I come undone on his tongue, not daring to look away. So, I watch as he laps up my orgasm, sucking in the juices as if it were the sweetest candy he’s ever tasted.

James cleans me up thoroughly and then pulls back, a low, lazy smirk on his face, his chin glistening in my juice. It’s one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen.

Slowly, he takes off his shirt, and I have to force myself to close my mouth.

His body is right out of a dream — the muscles I’ve been seeing through the fabric of his clothes are more jaw-dropping without anything covering them.

His toned abs, covered in ink, grab my attention far more than I’d like.

Yes, I’d seen his hands before, and I’d seen him in a shirt, but I never would have imagined the amount of tattoos he has.

I don’t think I’d be able to count them properly even if I tried.

Some are in black, others are in color, but overall, it makes him more attractive — as if his damned gorgeous face and stunning eyes weren’t enough.

My eyes dip down, watching as he unbuckles his belt. He takes his time taking it off before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off. His cock is already rock hard under his boxers, and my mouth waters at the sight.

My mind is flooded with memories of him fucking my mouth in the terror house, and I can practically feel the taste of his cum on my tongue. I lick my bottom lip, and the move doesn’t go unnoticed by James.

He chuckles, taking off his boxers.

His hands come to my hips, and he pulls me up into a sitting position, then sits beside me, leaning against the headboard. Before I can register what’s happening, he yanks me onto his lap, the tip of his cock aligned with my pussy, his precum mixing up with my arousal.

My breath hitches, and my body shivers as I stare into his eyes, unable to look away. The pull is magnetic, almost magical. One of his hands comes to my throat, yanking me forward, his lips smashing on mine.

He tastes like my worst nightmare, like he’s here to ruin me. And the tragic part? I’d let him ruin me, time and time again, if it meant kissing the sweetness on his lips.

His tongue pushes past the hem of my lips, tasting every inch of my mouth. I don’t even try to dominate the kiss — it’s futile. Not that I’d want to, anyway, because the exhilarating feeling of being completely at his mercy causes my stomach to clench in anticipation.

Slowly, he starts pulling me down on his cock, without breaking the kiss. I moan against his lips, his cock twitching inside me as he slams me down roughly, making me take all of his length at once.

My body arches, eyes swell with tears at the sudden intensity, and he just keeps me there, on his cock, kissing me deeply like there’s no tomorrow. My hands move up and thread through his hair, lightly yanking on it.

James groans against my lips, his kisses becoming more forceful as he releases the grip on my throat, placing the hand on my other hip. He starts moving me up and down until I start following the rhythm he set.

I break the kiss for a moment, taking off my shirt and tossing it aside. His pupils dilate, growing darker at the sight of my bare chest. Like a madman, his mouth finds my breast, sucking on the nipple, dragging it between his soft lips.

“James,’’ I whimper, moving harder on him.

He was the first man I’d ever slept with. He was the first man to ever make me feel good — and the only one. After that night two years ago, I never even entertained the idea of sleeping with another man.

And now I understand why.

From the moment he touched me for the first time, my body belonged to him. No one else would ever be able to fill me as deeply as him; no one else would be able to make me feel desired as much as he does.

His hands roam all over my body, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of my skin. His big palms cup my ass, squeezing it as he helps me move on him, pulling me down rougher, harder, and faster.

He switches to my other breast, giving it the equal amount of attention. He spanks my ass, roughly, the sound of his palm connecting to my flesh reverberating in the small room.

“Fuck,’’ he groans. “Every inch of your body was fucking made for me. Mine, mine, mine.’’

He sounds fucking desperate, and I’m loving every moment of it. My soft moans fill the room, mixing with his groans, creating one of the most alluring melodies I’ve ever heard.

The familiar feeling starts building in the pit of my stomach, and he notices it.

“Not yet,’’ he commands, provoking a whine out of me. His lips find my neck, sucking and nibbling on the flesh, coating it with his little love bites. “Don’t you dare come without my permission, hellion.’’

“But—’’

“No buts,’’ he interjects. “I want to watch you bounce on my cock like the little slut you are.’’

He pulls back, leaning against the headboard as he stares at me. The hunger and lust in his eyes cause my heart to nearly jump out of my chest. I swallow and slowly start bouncing on him, his hands gripping my ass.

“Just like that, hellion,’’ he groans. “Such a good girl for me.’’

My hands tremble as I steady myself by gripping his shoulders, the intensity of his thick cock reaching the deepest parts of me causing dots to form in my vision. But I don’t stop — I can’t stop.

I’m hooked on the sight of him enjoying me, on the sight of him being absolutely fucking enthralled by me riding him. So, I want to feel him come inside me, to fill me up until it overflows and creates a mess on the sheets.

My mouth goes dry, his hand coming to cup the back of my head, hands tangling with my hair. He pulls my hair back, exposing my neck to him, and reaches forward, sucking under my jaw. My walls clench on him, and I know I won’t be able to hold on for much longer.

“James,’’ I gasp. “Please.’’

“Please, what?” He murmurs against my skin, the depth and hoarseness of his voice causing my eyes to roll back.

“I need to come, please,’’ I whisper, desperation lacing my tongue.

“Yeah?” He chuckles, the dark sound pulsating against my flesh. “You want to come on my cock?”

“Yes, please,’’ I moan.

“Such a good girl,’’ he bites down on my neck. “Begging so prettily. Come for me, hellion. Let me watch you fall apart on my cock.’’

He pulls back, staring at me. His words are enough to trigger an orgasm, and it rips through me in waves. A loud moan comes from me, and I’m mesmerized by the hunger in his eyes. He doesn’t look away, basking in the sight of me coming apart on him — for him.

His hands grip my hips, and he slams me down on his cock roughly, a scream coming from my throat. His hot, thick cum fills me up, his cock twitching inside me as he holds me down on him harshly.

He groans, eyes closing as he rides the wave of his orgasm, and all I can think about is how I want a round two already. So fucked up, but the desire for him overwhelms me, and all sanity and rationality seem to disappear.

I pant, trying to regain my breath and James pulls me on his chest, wrapping his arms around me, keeping his cock inside me.

He kisses the top of my head tenderly, a stark contrast to the roughness he just showed me.

“You took me so well.’’