8.1 Confined

A deep frown covers your face as you find yourself unable to step away. A moment later goosebumps quickly spread over your skin when James’ hand runs down the nape of your neck. The arm around your waist wraps around you tighter as his fingers slips underneath your shirt. Wrestling against him, you feel his hand run along your bare stomach before sliding down your waistband. A shaky breath of air escapes your lips as his hand continues traveling further south.

"Stop." You mumble unconvincingly, your struggles slowly subside when his fingers reach your slightly aching clit.

"Is that really what you want?" James asks lazily, momentarily stopping his actions.

The audible sigh you respond with is laced with conflict. Biting your lip, you tentatively reach down and begin fumbling with the zipper of your jeans.

"Good girl." He replies patronizingly and reassumes his movements.

The retort that had begun to form quickly leaves your mind at the sensation of his rough touch. You soon find yourself writhing again, this time in pleasure. Your other hand grips the material of his shirt while his fingers move around your skin in concentric circles. Gasping out lightly, your grip tightens as you reach your precipice. Panting, you lean against James' muscular frame and try to clear your head. Unfortunately, he shows no signs of stopping, instead increasing the intensity of his actions. Your hand slowly slides down his firm torso as you feel yourself craving more of his touch.

Wanting to encourage him, you hesitantly begin unclasping his belt. James loosens his arm around you and takes a step back. Faltering slightly, you inhale deeply before moving on to the button on his waistband. Your hand brushes against his already erect appendage when you slowly tug his zipper down. A slight blush creeps over your cheeks as you consider your bold action. An unexpected groan from James quickly draws your attention back to your movements. Your blush grows when you realize you've begun absentmindedly running your hand down his length. Knowing you're too far gone, you slowly run it back up then tug at the edge of his boxers.

Warm skin grazes your hand as you continue pulling the material down. Swallowing nervously, you gently wrap your hand around his hard shaft. James' fingers keep moving firmly around your sensitive clit, causing you to moan softly. Tightening your grip slightly, you begin gently sliding your hand up and down his rigid member. Shifting in his embrace, you're increasing aware of how damp your panties have grown. Another small whimper is elicited when his fingers move further down before slipping inside your tight hole. Your eyes roll back as he begins firmly sliding them in and out.

"James." You hear yourself mumble distractedly.

"That's right." He says in a pleased tone, keeping his pace slow but steady. "Cum for me."

Your brow furrows lightly as you find yourself somewhat conflicted. Despite your current position, you're hardly keen on giving him that level of satisfaction.

"I don't like being told what to do." You state brusquely while slowing the strokes of your hand.

"It wasn't a request." James replies in a low tone and roughly rams his fingers in deeper.

Gasping out in surprise and pleasure, you're unable to respond as his movements increase in fervor. More liquid steadily runs down his hand, lubricating his actions. An unwanted groan forces its way out of your throat, only encouraging him to continue. Your own actions on his member have been forgotten as you're somewhat reluctantly brought to climax.

"Good girl." He repeats himself and slowly slides his slick fingers out of your throbbing hole. "Now, it's time to return the favor."

You're still panting lightly when he roughly presses down on your shoulder, forcing you to your knees. Biting your lip again, you apprehensively look at the large member before you. One of his hands curls around the base while the other slides behind the back of your head.

"Don't keep me waiting." He orders gruffly, wrapping his fingers around your hair.

You startle visibly when the heavy appendage slaps against your mouth. When you gasp in surprise, he quickly shoves the tip past your parted lips. The hand on your head keeps you from pulling away as more of it is **** into your small mouth. Blinking back tears, you try to relax your throat to help ease your discomfort. James groans deeply as he slowly begins fucking your face. The slightly humiliating pose triggers an unexpected rush and you feel your clit throbbing painfully. Grabbing onto James' side for support with one hand, the other is quickly drawn to your flushed skin.

Your fingers frantically rub against your slick mound as his thick member is repeatedly shoved in your mouth. A soft moan reverberates against his shaft while you feel yourself nearing your edge. Digging your fingers into his firm skin, you tremble lightly as you're overcome with pleasure. James groans again while sliding his cock deeper down your throat. Gasping, you **** slightly as warm liquid envelopes your narrow passage. A moment later you're greeted with a welcomed breath of air after the large member is finally removed. Panting again, you shakily wipe your chin with the sleeve of your flannel. James' gives you an approving look before helping you up.

"I think you've learned your lesson." He muses teasingly, unable to mask his increasingly pleased demeanor.

Shooting him a somewhat disapproving look, you briskly refasten your pants before stepping back.

"Sure," You retort bluntly, silently cursing your face for still being flushed. "If that helps you feel better."

James chuckles softly while moving forward to close the distance between you again.

"Don't forget what's standing between you and being tossed back into the elements." He cautions sternly while running the back of his hand down your cheek. "I'm more than happy to continue to reminding you."