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"So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come carpe diem baby, yeah
Yeah, suck it"
(Carpe Diem Baby - Metallica)
"We need to talk about this", James states calmly and without taking his eyes off of the TV, while he takes another bite of his spicy cashew beef.
"About what? The takeaway or about America's got talent?", you ask, knowing full well that he doesn't mean either.
He turns and gives you a look that screams "come on" and you grab the remote to mute the television. He's right; you do need to talk about this. You're just not sure if you want to talk about it. Or, have him talk about it because of course he'll say that he made a huge mistake, that it won't happen again and that he should probably leave your place altogether, just to be sure. He lets his takeaway box sink and scratches his right eyebrow. "I shouldn't have done that."
You knew it. You want to reach for your glass of water sitting on the table, but your shaking hands are making it difficult enough to keep the box with your fried rice still as it is, no need to make your uneasiness even more obvious by spilling water all over yourself. "Right", you whisper in a voice so low, it must be inaudible for James.
He takes another bite of his food and then shakes his head slightly. "I did a few things for which I should have asked your consent first. I got carried away with … you, I guess. And the way you, uh…"
"…obeyed?" You inquire and you're having a hard time not to chuckle because this whole situation is just so utterly absurd.
"Yeah." James lifts his head to look directly at you.
You push a strand of your hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear, before cracking a slight smile. "I told you, you don't have to play nice with me."
"Yeah, well, that doesn't mean I can fuck you like a madman, pull your hair or … y'know…"
"Spank me?"
"Stop finishing my sentences!" He bursts out laughing and you crack up as well, as your previous fear of him rejecting you implodes into insignificance. "But yes. That as well."
"That's exactly what it means, Jamie."
"And stop calling me that."
"Or else?" You tilt your chin down and look up to him with big eyes.
James raises an eyebrow and you can see him biting the inside of his cheek. "No." It should probably concern you how easily he manages to reprimand you with the use of a simple two-letter-word, but you can't help it. You snap out of your playfully teasing attitude in an instant and sit up straight again. James' expression softens. "We're gonna sort things out first." It's not even a question. You wonder if he just wants to talk about the sex part or … whatever else might be there – because you're so not ready for that conversation. "We're going to set some boundaries because I don't want you to get hurt."
You can feel your throat getting dry and set your food on the coffee table because you've no appetite left whatsoever. This hurts already and every word James speaks is only making it worse. "And by hurt you mean…" your voice is thin and hoarse, but clearing your throat is not going to help, so you don't bother.
He locks eyes with you and you don't dare to look away, even though every fiber of your being wants you to. "Let's face it … even though I certainly enjoyed it – and you seemed to as well…"
"I did", you assure quickly, although it's not going to keep him from what you just know is coming.
"…it could have gone pretty badly and I think we need to communicate our boundaries to make sure it stays enjoyable for both of us."
You just sit and stare in disbelief and even catch yourself blinking rapidly a few times because your twisted brain can't come up with the right words to respond. You shake your head slightly and try to catch the train of thought that's rushing through your head. "So … you want to keep doing this?"
"Yeah, I mean –", James pauses and tilts his head. "Don't you?"
"No … I mean, yes. Yes, I do."
"But?" He's visibly irritated. And so are you.
You palm your face and shake your head again, as if to shake the confusion from your mind. You don't know if it's too soon to feel relieved, as he's not yet made clear if this was really just about the sex. "Nevermind."
"No. No, I do mind", he insists and stretches out his hand to reach for yours. It's so honest, so sincere, so genuine and so very James, that you can't help but scoot over a little closer to him. "What's this about, hm?", he asks and softly caresses the back of your hand with this thumb.
"It's nothing, it's just that…" you sigh and bite your lip before looking down at your fingers being intertwined with James'. "I wasn't sure if you still wanted … this."
"Babe…", he sighs with a wide smile and pulls you closer in his strong arms, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "I thought I had made that pretty clear when I said that I finally divorced the wrong woman."
"Just because she wasn't right for you, it doesn't mean I am."
James sits up to take a better look at you, before kissing you gently. You part your lips slightly to sigh into the kiss and he takes the hint, letting his tongue trace your lower lip before entering your willing mouth. You moan softly at the taste of James and the spicy cashew sauce and pull him even closer. James cups your face and his thumbs stroke the tender skin of your heated cheeks before he pulls away and leaves both of you gasping for air. "It might be a bit too soon to tell if you are. Or if we are. But I really want this. I want you." He smiles and it seems almost a little shy, but it makes you smile in return. "Which is why I want to get this right", he asserts and reaches for his takeaway again. "But I really need to eat while we're talking about this because that way my brain is busy with something other than talking."
You move over to the side and grab your food as well, before placing your legs over James', so the two of you sit sort of crisscross. "So …", you take a bite of your fried rice, "what d'you want to talk about?"
James shrugs. "I dunno. Preferences. Likes and dislikes, if you will. Maybe some…", he pauses and stares at his food. "…kinks?"
“You talking to me or to the dead cow in your hands?"
He looks up. "Fuck you."
You laugh. "I wanted to, but you said you wanted to talk first. So … talk."
James eats some more of his beef and then washes it down with a sip of water, before running has hand through his silver hair. "I kind of liked … what we did there. Y'know…"
You chuckle and bite your cheeks because it's becoming increasingly hard for you to hold it together. You never imagined him to be so insecure about something as trivial as sex. You decide to say nothing, though, because you don't want to stop him in his tracks.
He lifts his head, looks you dead in the eye and you find yourself swallowing harshly. "I like it when you do as I say."
You nod and raise your eyebrows, and can't help the cheeky smile that makes its way onto your face. "And I like what you did to me when I didn't do as you said. Though, please, keep telling me what to do – I like you being in charge."
"Perfect. Because I love being in charge", James says in a low voice that instantly makes you tremble in anticipation. He sets his food aside and grabs your calves to pull you closer. "Come here, babe." He points to his lap and you crawl over to sit on top of him, your legs on either side of his. His hands come resting on the snug denim fabric covering your curves and he hooks his thumbs in the belt loops. "Those shorts have my imagination running all over the place, by the way. The way they sit so tightly on that gorgeous ass of yours…", he accentuates his words with a low "mmm" and grabs your butt to squeeze it gently.
"Okay, well, this is so not setting boundaries, Hetfield", you laugh and put your dinner back on the coffee table, before looping your hands around his neck instead. "But I'll take it." You tilt your chin down to kiss him deeply, biting his lower lip and flicking your tongue about the same spot. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue perfectly against yours before pulling you even closer to make you feel his dick stirring in his jeans. Eventually you pull away sloppily, place another peck on his wet lips and brush lightly through his gray hair. "Let's talk this through before taking it any further…" You straighten your back and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "So, to sum this up really quick: You calling the shots is great, spanking is just fine, dirty talk is awesome, rough sex and hair pulling are also favorable. Anything else?"
James chews on his bottom lip for a brief moment as he thinks about your words. "Turn offs and no-goes."
"Anything other than cum. Nothing that would cause a trip to the ER.” You pause to think. “Do we need a safe word?”
He slowly shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I’m not really into going down that road. Just say ‘no’ and I’ll stop.” You nod. “I mean it”, he insists with a sincere smile. “You can ask me to stop anytime and I will. I could be balls-deep inside of you – the moment you’re not having fun I want you to tell me, alright?”
You cup his cheeks and trace his mustache with your thumbs. “I promise.” You lean in for another kiss. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“You turn-offs.”
"Oh, right. Don't ever touch my asshole", he says firmly. "And no threesomes and such, really. I don't like to share."
"That depends on how well you take care of me", you say with a cheeky grin, even though being a serial monogamist, you have no intention of sleeping with anyone other than James. Even if this thing with him is far from serious at the moment, you feel like you'd be stupid to trade what you have to admit was the best shag of your whole life for some meaningless dude. Not that there are a lot of men in town that would even qualify for you to consider them, anyway.
James raises an eyebrow at your remark and shoots you a disapproving look but says nothing. Instinctively, you tilt your chin down and press your lips together, so as to not say anything that would come across in the wrong way. "You wouldn't let some other guy do the things I do with you, would you?", he asks in an intoxicating, raspy voice and you shake your head. "What's that?"
"No, I wouldn't…" You pause for a moment and wonder if you should take this act a little further, since you've been talking likes and kinks already, anyway. You look at him from underneath your long lashes and quickly wet your lips with your tongue. "…daddy."
His grin widens and he drops the act for a brief moment to pull you closer. "Fuck, I like it when you call me that", he pants, before kissing you hungrily.
“Mhm, I thought as much…”, you mumble into the kiss and grind your midst against his groin, the thick denim fabric between the two of you unfortunately eliminating almost all of the delicious friction.
Putting on a straight face again, James pulls away and looks at you with a stern look, before clearing his throat. “So, are you gonna be a good girl for daddy?”
You nod tentatively. “Yes, James.”
“Then get on your knees.”
Nodding again, you slide off of him and between his legs until your knees hit the soft fabric of your living-room carpet. James doesn’t waste any time in unbuckling his belt and undoing the button and zipper of his dark jeans, before lifting his hips and pulling down the jeans along with his boxer briefs. His hard cock springs free, the pink head almost touching James’s lower abs. Subconsciously, you lick your lips as your right hand reaches for the thick shaft to close your fingers around it, but James pulls your hand away, shaking his head no.
“No hands, baby. Can you do that?”
“I can try”, you reply because given his size, you’re really not sure if you will be able to manage.
“I’m sure you’ll do just fine, babe”, he assures while stroking your hair and down to your cheek. “Come on, babygirl. Suck me off.” You push your hair out of your face, so that he can watch you better and place your hands on his knees to have something to hold on to. Lowering your head between James’ legs, you spit on the tip and make sure to lock eyes with James when you wrap your lips around him, the mix of your saliva and his salty pre-cum hitting your tongue. You work your way down on his shaft, not managing to take it all in and almost using your hands to cover the rest down to the base. James must have felt the change in your grip on his knees, because he takes your hands in his, lacing his fingers with yours. “You’re doing so well, love”, he praises. “Keep going.” You tighten your lips around his cock as you work you way back up to the tip, swirling your tongue around it and drawing a deep and throaty moan from James as you do so. He leans back and his head hits the backrest of the dark leather couch. He closes his eyes for a brief moment and a satisfied smile spreads across his face. He continues to watch you as you suck him in again, determined to take him in further this time. You close your eyes and inhale through your nose to ease the gag reflex as his cock hits the back of your throat, swallowing around it and eliciting another moan from James. He waits until you worked your way up again, before he bucks his hips and starts to slowly fuck your mouth. You tighten your lips around him, trying to maintain some control over how deep he thrusts into you, but quickly move on to shifting your angle as you continue sucking him off.
Noticing the change in your position, James lets go of your hands and buries his fingers in your hair instead, holding your head in its place to let you know who’s in charge. “Not gonna last long”, he groans as he caresses the soft hair at the nape of your neck; the gentle gesture a stark contrast to his almost unbearably hard and deep thrusts. “So tight … and hot … feels, uh! So good”, he moans, bucking his hips up even further. You can’t help gagging around his head and James’s gaze finds yours again just as tears start rolling down your cheeks, smudging your black mascara. He halts his movements for a moment to study you. “You doing okay, babe?”
Swallowing against the uneasiness, you manage to choke out a “mhm”, the vibration in your throat making James’ cock twitch in your mouth.
“Such a good – fuck! …good girl for me…”, he grunts as he picks up his thrusts again, slower than before but no less intense. His trimmed pubes tickle your nose and you dig your dull nails into his knees as he keeps pushing into your mouth. “Fucking hell!”, he hisses and you look up to him with watery eyes, tracing the delicate vein on the underside with your tongue and making him bite his lower lip. Sloppily, James wipes the tears from your cheeks and then grabs your hair again to keep it away from your face. “So … fucking pretty when you, uh! Suck me off like that – shit!”, he slurs and you can tell he’s getting closer. “Where do you want me to cum?”, he asks and lets go of you, so you can pull back for a moment to reply.
Wiping the slick mixture of spit and pre-cum off your mouth and chin, you shrug and purse your lips. “I don’t really care”, you admit before swirling your tongue around his pink head again, and flicking the tip of your tongue casually over his frenulum.
Grabbing the back of your neck to pull you closer yet again, James leaves you no choice but to open your mouth wide to take him in. “No more teasing, babygirl”, he commands as he holds you in place to fuck your mouth ruthlessly. “Finish it.” You squeeze your eyes shut while he drives himself into you again and again and again, grunting and gritting his teeth and letting out a tirade of class A expletives you don’t dare repeat. “Come on, pretty girl”, he manages to growl, a sound so low, it seems to originate somewhere in the depths of his guts. “Shit … cumming hard. Fuck!”, he blurts out the very last moment before wave after wave of hot, salty cum hits the back of your throat, almost making you choke. You do your best to keep sucking as he rides out his orgasm before finally letting him slide out with a wet pop. “Did you swallow already?”, he asks and you shake your head which he’s still holding on to. “Let me see.” He grabs your chin to open your mouth slightly and you stick out your tongue, careful to not make a mess all over yourself, the couch and the carpet. James smiles contentedly and pushes his thumb up to close your mouth again, gently tracing your lower lip. “Such a good little slut for daddy, ain’t you?”
You sigh another “mhm” before swallowing hastily and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.
“Come here”, James asks softly, tapping his thighs and you follow suit, straddling his legs again as you come to sit on his lap. He lifts his chin, awaiting a kiss which you are more than eager to give him. He moans deeply as he surely can taste himself on your tongue and you grind your still fully clothed midst against his bare groin. Stroking his sweaty forehead you pull away from him, your gaze fixed to his. “What’s on your mind, babe?”, he wonders.
“Nothing, really. Just thinking that your face would make a very pretty seat.”
His eyes widen with realization and instantly, he pushes his hands into the waistband of your denim shorts to grab your butt. “Since you’ve been such a good girl for me, I guess you’re in for a treat”, he says. “Why don’t you stand up and show me how nicely you can take those pretty little shorts off?”
You do as James requested and stand, but find yourself feeling unusually self-conscious in front of him. Digging your bare toes into the thick carpet, you slowly turn around to present James with your ass and immediately feels his hands all over it; stroking, grabbing and eventually slapping it lightly. You undo the button and zipper of your shorts and pull the waistband down ever so slightly to show the delicate black lace of your undies, and hear James moan appreciatively. Feeling a little more confident at his reaction, you push the denim down further, until the shorts slide down your legs and down to your ankles.
“Wow”, James’s voice behind your back gives you shivers up and down your spine. “Those are almost too pretty to take off”, he says, tugging his fingers under the hem of your dark-green satin hipsters, giving you goosebumps. “Almost…”, he adds and pulls you closer to place a wet kiss on the small of your back, just above the laced waistband. You hear the soft leather of the couch creaking and look back over your shoulder to find James leaning against the backrest, smiling at you. “Now let me see you take those naughty little panties off.”
You turn around to face him, not once breaking eye-contact, as you tuck your thumbs into the waistband and push them down, exposing yourself to James.
He slides down a little and seductively licks his lower lip. “Come here.” Moving to kneel in front of him, you can feel his hot breath on your midst. James slides his hands up your thighs teasingly slowly and, when he finally reach your folds, you immediately close your eyes with a soft moan. His thumbs easily dip into your already wet slit and he grins. “You really enjoyed sucking my dick, didn’t you?”
You can feel the red heat rising to your cheeks and turn your head to hide your blushing, but he reaches up to your chin and makes you look at him. You purse your lips, almost apologetically. “It’s kinda my thing”, you say. “I really … like it.”
“Well, I’m definitely not complaining!” James laughs and moves his hand down to your pussy again. “Whatever gets you going, babygirl…” And with that, he slides his hands around to grab your butt and pull you in closer, his tongue darting between your folds and directly for your clit.
“Jesus Christ!”, you yelp, grabbing the back of the couch for support.
“Jesus ain’t got nothin’ to do with that, babe….”, he mumbles against your dripping cunt, licking all the way from your throbbing entrance to your pulsing clit. “Just so you know…”, he begins and pulls you down a little to spread your legs further apart, “I won’t be going easy on you.” With that, his grip on your ass cheeks tightens, his fingers digging voraciously into the soft flesh, sure to leave marks. He eats you with an animalistic desire, his skilled tongue alternating between circling your sensitive clit and long, painfully slow licks to your wet entrance. Not once does he add his fingers for help and not once does he need to, only using his hands to hold you in place while he’s grinding his mouth against you.
You want to pull away, even if only for a second, because it’s too much: His fingers creeping into your ass crack, inching closer to your back entrance, him sucking your clit and simultaneously flicking his tongue over it, his handlebar mustache tickling and scratching at the overstimulated, sensitive skin. As you try to move away from his wickedly skilled mouth, you can feel James’s grip tighten even more, the tip of one of his fingers almost digging into the tight little hole, your fingers digging into the dark leather of the backrest. You can feel the familiar tension coiling up inside your lower abdomen and your clit twitching against James’s lips.
“Come on, babe, I know you’re close”, he whispers in between licks and you look down at him just as he looks up. The complete lower half of his face is covered in your wetness and it’s quite possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. A deep, guttural moan escapes your mouth as he keeps staring at you while he continues eating your dripping cunt. “Want you to cum for me”, he pants, his breath now feeling almost cool against your heat. “Cum all over my face, gorgeous. Need to taste you.”
You squeeze your eyes shut as you grind against him, desperately chasing your release, which James is more than willing to give to you. Your legs start to shake and you worry if they will hold up, or if you will be crashing directly onto James’ face, but you’re too far gone to actually do something about it. He flicks his tongue from your pussy to your clit once again, teasing the little nub and that’s all it takes for you to shudder against him, panting heavily as you finally reach your release. Your ears are ringing and your vision is blurred and you’re thankful that he’s still holding on to you, or else you probably would have crashed down and onto him. You sit down on his lap, your chest still heaving as you try to regain your breath. “You’re all messy”, you say and smile, cupping his cheeks and wiping your juice off his face before kissing him.
“You should be talking”, he replies, tracing the black trail your mascara left on your cheeks. “Why did you put on make-up after the shower?”
“I took you for a guy who likes to see how badly he can mess up a woman.”
James leans back to eye you suspiciously, before a huge grin spreads across his sticky face. “That’s what you get for hooking up with your best friend – there are no surprises left whatsoever.”
You lean in to plant a kiss on his forehead. “I wouldn’t say that. You surprised me by calling me ‘babygirl’. I’m well into my thirties – where the hell did that come from?”
He shrugs. “You called me ‘daddy’, I thought it was appropriate.”
“See?”, you smile, giving him a sloppy kiss. “There’s still plenty of room for surprises between us.”