He cummed in her, for the second time that day. Her arms were stretched out above her head on the bed as the walls of her pussy convulsed, orgasming. Sweat ran down her back and underarms.
He kissed her before moving, but her sock clad legs were wrapped tightly around him, preventing him from withdrawing his cock.
"Slutty Sherry. Should I call you that?" he asked softly, looking down at the hottest little body he'd ever laid hands on.
Sherry opened her eyes, as if only now realizing everything that had transpired. "James," she said. She looked at her surroundings. Rumpled bedsheets. Blanket on the floor. What had she done? She glanced down at James's abs and where their groins were still connected. How could it have felt so satisfying? She tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "I'm scared. Embarrassed." She looked up at him for guidance, noticing how his dark green eyes were no longer unreadable. There was pleasure. Elation.
He touched his thumb to her lips, smiling. His other hand was on her leg that was holding him in, petting the soft skin of her thigh. Suddenly she felt his penis growing inside of her. "James!" she cried, and she immediately pulled her legs in, pushing him away. His cock slipped out of her with a pop sound.
"Sorry." He ruffled his dark brown hair with his hand, looming before her. "Can't help it."
Sherry curled her legs up in fetal position, hiding her eyes behind her arms. "We did something so bad," she whimpered.
"Bad and very, very good," he said, his low voice as seductive as ever. He watched as his cum finally trickled out of her pussy, making a small puddle below her ass. He had to resist the urge to stroke himself, but it wasn't easy.
"Don't act like that. You've made me so sore everywhere. And a...a cheater." All of her energy was completely drained, and she was still sweating. The heat in the room was high, keeping the Alaskan mid-March winter at bay.
James pulled her legs out gently, settling them in his lap. He peeled her gray over the knee socks off, her last article of clothing, before lifting her to a sitting position, grabbing her breast in one hand. They were beautiful.
She watched the veins in his hand and the phoenix tattoo as he kneaded her, until he kissed her lips again, different from the hungry kisses of just forty minutes ago. All kindhearted love.
He stuck his tongue in her mouth, tasting her. He wanted her to be here with him forever, but he pulled his face away, looking straight into her shy amber brown eyes.
Sherry intertwined her fingers with his and tucked her shoulder in against his chest. His embrace felt so good, and she was so confused. Then she saw the time on his gold watch and sighed. "I have to leave in a half hour. To pick up Ryan from hockey practice."
"Tell him you can't."
"No. We're going on a date tonight and we're really looking forward to it. It's at the cute little ice cream shop that just opened downtown. We haven't done anything for a while and it was my birthday on Wednesday."
Sherry stood, holding onto James's broad shoulder for support. She looked around at her clothes, scattered everywhere. Her panties were inside her shorts under the silver handcuffs that dangled from the ceiling in the corner. "Can you give me a bag for all my clothes?" she asked. She bent to pick up her bra from the floor and put it on. It was white and lacy, cupping her small breasts perfectly.
James exhaled through his nose, dismayed she wouldn't stay. He stood up, seeming monstrously large compared to her. He walked to his dresser and put on a clean pair of navy blue boxers. Then he went around, collecting Sherry's clothes and throwing them in a gym bag. All except for her ripped blouse. He figured he'd just throw that one away later.
Meanwhile, Sherry sat on his bed, crossing her legs up on it. She pulled all her hair to one side as James picked up her socks from the bed and placed them on his desk over the assignment sheet she'd brought him.
"What, you're keeping them? I don't think they'll fit you," she said.
"Ha-ha," he said dryly.
"Is it to remember me by?" she wondered aloud. "Or you're going to use them to jerk off?"
"Wow, Sherry. You're so cute when you say things like that," James marveled. "But I mean, it's a memento. You wore them this whole time. So I'm keeping them." He smirked as he walked towards her.
She had her hand against her pussy, trying to massage the ache away. It wasn't working. He'd gone way too deep and rough. She'd only had sex with Ryan once before but it was slow and sensual, and she'd never put anything else up inside her before. Not even a tampon.
"Besides, I also have the security camera footage to look back on," James added, nonchalant.
"God, what.." Sherry looked towards the corner where the handcuffs hung. There was a small white camera, a red light blinking inside the lens. Fear prickled her arms. What if James used this to blackmail her into having sex with him again? No. He couldn't be that evil. Sherry rubbed her head, trying to think clearly. "Can I borrow underwear from your mom? And clothes?" she asked.
"I was thinking the same thing," James said, his breath on her neck as he lifted her. "Let's go." He carried her bridal style into the hall and down to his parents' bedroom. "So tell me the fantasies you had."
Sherry shook her head stubbornly. Who knew what James would do with that kind of information? "This was a one-time thing, I think," Sherry murmured. She bit her lip. "I mean, not I think. I know. Like... Ugh. You know what I'm trying to say. I can't think straight right now." Why couldn't she just assert that this was a one-time thing? She felt like smacking herself in the face.
"Babe, it's okay," he said smoothly. "I got you."
The walls were pearl coloured in James's parents' room, instead of the blackish gray walls in James's room. And Sherry felt surprisingly at ease in James's strong arms, despite the cold air brushing aggressively against her bare pussy. Her arms hung over James's shoulders as they entered the spacious walk-in closet. He let her down carefully, but his hand pressed firmly against her back as she stood next to him. Without shoes on, the top of her head was just under his shoulder.
James flicked the light on. "My mom kept all her size zeros and twos, even though she can't necessarily fit into them anymore," he said, flipping through the designer dresses, Sherry by his side. There was definitely room, alright, to keep a lot of stuff in this house.
"I don't need that. Just a sweater or something." Sherry hobbled over to the marble island counter in the middle, pulling drawers open until she found the panty drawer. She picked a gray cotton pair and slid it over her round butt. Then she picked up the bottle of Chanel perfume on the counter and sprayed her body, attempting to mask the smell of sex.
James admired her form for a while, how small her waist was, her long legs. "You're so tantalizing," he said under his breath.
Sherry laughed nervously. "Where do you even get your lines?"
"They're genuine," he protested. Then he returned his attention to the array of dresses on the rack. He fingered through the different coloured materials, from cobalt blue to sequined silver, but he began to feel a little exasperated. There was a pang in the bottom of his stomach. He couldn't believe he had begun to try to choose a dress for Sherry's date. Her date with Ryan fucking Daney. A subtle surge of envy rose in him.
He wanted to be the one to put her clothes on. And he wanted to be the one to take them off. He couldn't stand the thought of Ryan's eyes on her, no matter how great a person he was.
Still, he recognized he was only in this position now because of his own actions. His own need. And what if it had been the opposite? What if James had gotten to Sherry first?
