Even though both James's parents were now home, they hadn't stopped. It was midnight and James had Sherry's slender legs dangling off the edge of his bed, watching her squeeze her eyes shut as his cock rammed its way into her tightness. She was on her side, her fingers cramping from how she'd been grasping the white bedsheets for the last fifteen minutes. Her thick black hair was a mess, messed up from how he'd tossed her into different positions over the course of the night.
"How," he grunted, as he pulled all the way out and then split her open again. "Are you still so fucking tight, my angel?"
All she could do was whimper and hold on to the sheets, her flat stomach constricting. His cock pounded in and out of her; he wasn't holding anything back. It felt too good. She was perfect. Everything about her, from the way her cheeks flushed to the way her pink little cunt wrapped around him, velvety and wet. Perfect.
This had gone on for way longer than she'd expected. After she had gone up to meet him in his bedroom, he'd quickly taken control of her, lifting her leg and fingering her just cleaned pussy, murmuring about how lovely she looked and smelled. With one hand tending to her throbbing pink cunt and the other in her hair, she'd had to sink into his touch. There was no other way. His stormy green eyes drew her in, and his dirty talk had her sick with lust. Her only condition was that he not leave any hickeys on her.
And even before he'd stuck his finger in, she'd already been wet with the anticipation of seeing him. It was a lost battle.
"Say something," James said.
"I can't!" Sherry gasped. It still hurt a little, just because he was so big and hard. She could feel herself clenching his shaft, which was filling her and fucking her in a rhythm that was driving her into ecstasy.
She was so wrecked by him that she couldn't even try to rub herself to clitoral orgasm. She had to grip the sheets with all her might, forcing her concentration somewhere. Suddenly James tore her right arm away, pulling it back as his tattooed hand grabbed her hip bone. He jammed his cock straight into her and she screamed, feeling hot ribbons of cum explode from his head inside of her. He brought his cock out of her while another string of his pearly white sperm spilled onto her bare thigh. She glimpsed his lazy smirk while he rubbed the head of his cock against her leg, making sure she was coated. Marked.
"I can't even begin to describe how good you look covered in cum."
"Shut up," Sherry heaved, her eyes closed. There was a minute of panting as she gathered her breath before she said, "Four is enough. You can't have more than that."
James looked down at his slick, well satisfied penis. Then he turned his gaze to Sherry and her perfection, laying there on his bed. "Never thought you'd be able to match my appetite," he mused quietly.
"You make me want you," she replied, her eyes still closed. With the last bit of energy she had left, she pulled the blanket up to cover herself.
"Do you want me every second of everyday?"
His voice sent shivers to her core. "Yes." She sighed. She opened her eyes, and he could see her amber irises even though the light was dim. "That's not consent," she added.
James huffed. "You're a fucking tease, you know that?"
"So what?" Sherry shot back, before closing her eyes again and burying her cheek in his pillow. "It's not exactly my fault anyway. You guys conjure up these things. From just anything."
After that, she was fast asleep.
James glanced at her pile of clothes in the corner of his room. Earlier, after round three, he had brought her things inside from the pool deck. He'd seen a bunch of missed calls on her phone, and now her phone screen was lit up again, its white glow noticeable in the corner of his eye. Fucking annoying pieces of shit. It had to be Wesley or Haden.
James tried to put it out of his mind, climbing alongside her and snuggling under the blanket. He slowly moved her so that her head rested against his chest instead of the pillow. He still couldn't really believe he had her. All his fantasies of her that he'd had here in this room alone, that he'd had here while he fucked other girls, they were all a reality now. It was Sherry Tandon lying against him, completely spent from his ravaging, her petite body reliant on his warmth as she entered a deep sleep.
James fell asleep too, until an hour later when his cell phone started to ring. Bleary eyed, he moved Sherry off of him to go silence it. He must have stupidly forgotten to turn it on silent beforehand. But Sherry was awake. She sat up as he got off the bed and walked to his desk to the vibrating phone. His lean, muscled form was too damn attractive...but he'd made her too sore for her to even think about sex now.
"Who is it?" she asked. James turned in a way to block the screen from her view but she already saw the name. Haden. "Answer it. It's Haden," Sherry protested. "It's probably important if he's calling at this hour."
James grimaced. He'd wanted special time with Sherry, just the two of them, isolated. He wanted to talk to her all night. He wanted her everything. But constantly, there were other people getting in the way. Always interrupting.
James answered the call and put it on speaker. "What is it, man?"
"Is Sherry with you by any chance?"
James glanced at Sherry. She was shaking her head, her eyes wide. James turned to the phone, his back to her so she couldn't see his facial expression. "Uh. Yeah. She is. Why?"
"James!" Sherry whispered, outraged.
"I need to talk to her," Haden said.
James obliged, bringing his phone to the bed and tossing it towards her. It landed in her lap on the blanket. "Ok. You're on speaker," James said.
"Sherry?"
Sherry glared vehemently at James. Then she held his phone in her hand, and her voice was sweet and innocent. "Haden?"
"Yeah, it's Haden. Wesley and I called your phone like ten thousand times."
"You did? Sorry, I left it..." Sherry turned to look at the pile of her belongings on the floor, seeing her phone there. "I think it's in James's kitchen downstairs."
"So you're at his house right now?"
Sherry pouted, glancing at James's face. "Yeah."
"Okay, we'll be there in twenty."
"Wait, why?"
"Ryan's arriving at the airport at 2:30. Wouldn't you want to be there?"
"He is?!" Sherry scrambled out of James's bed, still holding his phone. She used his blanket to rub her legs and hips, to make sure there was no more cum on her.
"Yeah we only found out a few hours ago, too. He said he got water damage on his phone when he was on the plane when he first took off from Anchorage. So that's why he was MIA this whole time."
"Ohh, okay. Thanks guys. I'll wait for you at the front door."
"Yeah no problem. See you soon." Haden hung up.
Sherry looked at James in a panic. "Your mom's asleep right? So I'm going to wear your clothes."
"What will you tell them?"
"I don't know. I'll think of an excuse later." Sherry opened his closet.
"You're not going to wear underwear?" James crossed his arms as Sherry pulled out a pair of James's Nike sweatpants.
"Should I?"
James shrugged. The thought of his sweatpants rubbing against her juices was hot. He crossed to her and pulled out another pair of his sweatpants to match her. He put them on and then continued to stare at her as she put on her bra and then one of his t-shirts. Everything was baggy and too big. But her face was so fucking pretty. It was like she could wear anything and James would still want to kiss her. And he bet that was true for Ryan too.
Suddenly Sherry began to tear up, but she put on more and more layers of James's clothing, preparing herself for the cold temperatures outside. James was bewildered. "...Are you okay?"
