James/Mika NSFW

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The bookcases in the study creaked under Mika’s weight when James slammed her against the nearest one. He sighed as he locked lips with her, buried his fingers in her hair, drank her in like he was starved for energy.

Mika cupped his cheek and moaned into his mouth, her eyes fluttering. She hooked a leg up on his hip and arced up against him. The latter, she hadn’t realized doing until James all but tore her shirt up to grab her boob. That was James, drawn to a tit like a thirsty horse to water.

He pushed her bra up too and parted from their hungry kiss to kneel. “Fuck…”

Mika’s nails dug into his scalp, a moan barely escaping her when the back of her head slammed against a row of books. James locked his lips around a nipple and lapped at it just enough to make it pucker so he could graze his teeth over it.

Mika squeaked, she couldn’t keep herself quiet. When she reached up to cover her mouth, James hummed a smug chuckle around her and grabbed her wrist just in time, pinning it right at her side.

“James you ass, you cruel ass…!” She whined and squirmed.

She could feel him smiling around her tit, until he sucked. Then she could only feel pleasure skitter through her and shoot straight to her crotch.

With some effort, James unclasped her bra and helped her pull her shirt off. Both garments were tossed aside. When he brought his attention back to her tits, he glanced up at her and slid his glasses off.

The smolder he gave her from that angle, that wanting glare through his ruffled bangs, would make her melt every time. He knew it, too.

James tossed his glasses aside and dove in for the other boob. Mika bit her lip, tried not to give his ego the satisfaction, but he kept sucking and flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue, just barely enough, and she was keening.

“Goodness, whining already, love?” James chuckled, his warm breath puffing against her wet nipple. He fondled the other one just long enough for Mika to squirm.

“Perhaps you would like something more direct, hmm?” He cocked a brow up at her as he pinched it, and she almost kneed him out of sheer spite.

“I would like that quite a bit, yes, Raestrao,” she hissed, and relished getting to see his eyes flare gold and his torso seize forward. He groaned against her nipple.

She smirked down at him. He met her glare, as he slipped his hand up her skirt and ran his thumb over her cloth-covered lips.

Mika gasped and bucked against him, wide-eyed and mouth agape. His grin was almost peevish as his eyes gleamed gold. He easily pulled her underwear aside and slid a finger up into her.

“N-nnnnngh!! J-James–!” Mika tried not to be too loud but it wasn’t working so well. She grappled for something, anything as James pushed until his knuckle was flush against her, and curled.

She gripped his hair tighter than she should have. He grunted and slipped his free hand into hers, and she gripped as hard as she could. He thrusted up into her a few more times, got his finger good and slick, then gently introduced a second finger.

Even though he was delicate in the stretching process, he could still be rough with hitting her G-spot. James was merciless, grinning and baring his teeth as Mika writhed and clenched around him.

“Everything alright, love?”

The small part of Mika that was coherent enough, wanted to kick him. Fortunately for James, she was losing her mind in ecstasy and digging half-circles into his hand with her nails.

He scissored his fingers just then and Mika keened loud enough to be heard from the kitchen. James’ laugh was low and raspy, thick with hunger. His eyes’ glow never wavered.

“One more, I think,” he murmured. Smoothly he withdrew from her, and with a third finger he eased back into her.

Mika kept breathing even when her thighs trembled and her hair stuck to her jaw from sweating. She hated him so much, hated how smug he looked down there, hated how good he was with just his fingers.

He brushed his thumb against her clit and hit her G-spot all at once, and Mika did cry out that time. “Gently gently, fuck gently James…!”

He eased up the pressure on her clit and sparks of colored pleasure swam through her body. She could taste copper from her lip and it was delicious.

“You sound ready, I think,” James rumbled and slid his fingers out of her. “Carnivean’s Crown… such a messy woman, aren’t you, love.”

She leered at him as he helped her move from the bookcase to his desk – the unimportant one. She sat herself up on it and, taking the hint of how James stood before her, undid his fly for him.

“I wouldn’t look so satisfied with myself if I were you,” she growled through a smirk and heavy eyelids.

“No?” He cocked a brow down at her, using his clean hand to push his trousers down. “And why not?”

She paused. “Because it irritates me.”

“Oh I know, love, the bruised pride,” he snickered and stroked her cheek – clean hand of course. “You look absolutely delicious when you glare at me like that.”

“Then dig in,” she pulled his briefs down, and out bounced his seven and a half.

Before he could make any insinuations, she leaned back on the desk and propped a leg up on the edge. Her glare, a challenge.

James ran his wet hand over the head and length of his cock, looking her right in the eye as he did it.

“Now who’s making a mess,” she murmured.

“Are you certain you want my answer?” He leaned over her, clean hand braced on the desk as he jerked himself with her juices as lube.

“Yup,” She said, and spread her legs open further.

He chuckled. “Excellent.”

James eased her underwear down her thighs but left her skirt on. As he lined himself up, Mika decided to shift the power. She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down into a bruising kiss that was more clanking teeth than tongue but that kind of thing was a turn-on for James and Mika knew it.

He slammed both hands on the desk and let out the deepest growl Mika had ever heard, deepened the kiss and tasted the traces of blood mingle. The glow in his eyes seemed to pulse with his heartbeat.

He pressed his hips forward and slid inside her, and they both gasped. Mika didn’t let him escape from the kiss though, her grip on his tie was solid.

It felt like forever, but his hips were finally flush against hers.

She loved him like this; her perfect gentleman, so polite and pristine, reduced to a complete mess of disheveled hair, wrinkled collar shirt, and raw hunger. The very same hunger he was looking at her with now.

Mika’s thighs trembled, but she clenched around him as hard as she could, just to goad him on, and when that dominance in him wavered as pleasure shot through him and he buckled, she pulled him by the tie one more time to murmur in his ear the only word she ever needed with him.

“Move.”