It was merely a few hours later, when Breanne once more woke up, and couldn't help but to smile at the feeling of being wrapped up in a pair of strong arms, and a warm body pressed into her back. Opening her eyes, she could see it was now light out, and looking at the clock on the nightstand she saw it was nine in the morning. Despite still feeling exhausted, she knew she should get up for the day, and went to carefully get up, when James' arm tightened around her, pulling her back to him. She couldn't help but to grin at this, and simply nuzzled back into him, absorbing his body heat.
At one point, she noticed something pressing into her lower back, and frowned as she tried to decipher what it was, a deep blush coming to her cheeks when she finally realized what it was. She laid there completely still, unsure of what to do, when a sly grin came to her face, and she arched her hips back into him, purposely rubbing against the thick erection between them, her action pulling a groan from deep within his chest. She did this once more, and her grin grew wider when his arm tightened even more around her waist.
"What do you think you are doing?" he mumbled, his hand exploring her tummy in caresses.
"Nothing," she replied innocently, and once more pressed her ass into him, pulling another groan from him.
"How about you turn around and say that to my face?" he commented, and had her turn so that she was facing him. She went to repeat what she had said, but found herself unable to speak under his intense gaze. "Now, what was it you said you were doing?" he once more asked, his large hand coming up to caress her cheek before reaching further back to cup her neck.
"Nothing," she replied, her voice small and quiet. She closed her eyes when his fingers intertwined with her hair, lightly grasping and pulling at it, and unable to help herself, Breanne suddenly leaned forward and captured his lips with hers, her action making him let out a small groan of surprise. Before he knew it, she had pushed him onto his back to straddle his waist, and he quickly reacted by once more tangling his hands in her hair, his tongue demanding for hers as their mouths melded together. "James..." she sighed as he trailed his kisses along her jawline and down her neck, moaning softly when he sucked hard on the pulsepoint just below her jaw. As his hands wandered down her back, her own wandered down his stomach, and when she took him in her hand he breathed in sharply, his fingers digging into the globes of her ass.
"Mm, already so wet for me," he murmured as his fingers trailed around to the juncture of her thighs and found her clit, the noises she made music to his ears. Gently pulling her hand away, he arched his hips up, and slowly eased into her, watching her face as a look of pure pleasure contorted her features. Sitting up, she locked eyes with him as she started to move her hips, biting her lip to hold back the sounds of pleasure threatening to erupt from her mouth. When James noticed this, he gently but firmly pulled on her chin, releasing her lip from her teeth. "Don't do that," he demanded, and as he started thrusting up into her with powerful strokes, he added, "I've told you I want to hear you. You make the sexiest fucking sounds."
She nodded, and cried out when his thumb once more found her clit. "Oh fuck, James," she moaned, her eyes rolling back as her face contorted in ecstasy.
Suddenly, he sat up, his arms going around her waist to pull her close. "You have the sweetest lips I've ever tasted," he whispered, his lips ghosting against hers as he spoke, and grasping a fistful of her hair he claimed her mouth with his. Softly moaning, she began moving quicker on him, breaking the kiss to bury her face in his neck. "I want you to cum for me," he whispered, his one hand remaining in her hair as the other kneaded and squeezed her ass.
Her whimpers grew more frequent as she moved faster on him, her nails scratching at his back. "Oh shit...I'm so close..." she panted, teetering on the edge of the abyss.
"Cum on my cock," he growled, pulling on her hair to force her head back, and loudly she cried out his name as she fell apart. Feeling her squeeze him is what triggered his own orgasm, and pressing his face into her neck he groaned as came within her, holding her as tightly to his chest as he could.
As her mind cleared, Breanne finally looked at James, left speechless by the moment they had just shared. Breathless, he simply leaned forward to kiss her, running his large hands along her back as his lips caressed hers. Pressing her forehead to his, she commented, "God, you're good at that." As he began to laugh at this, so did she, the two of them completely at ease around each other in that moment. Pulling back, she asked, "Would you like to have breakfast with me?"
He smiled at her. "I would love that," he replied, and she gave him one last kiss before getting off of his lap and out of the bed. When he saw she was about to put her clothes back on, he added as he got up, "Oh no, you don't." Looking at him, she frowned in confusion, and tossing her clothes back to the ground he stated, "I will be ordering us breakfast, and you will be remaining as clothed as you are now. Now get that cute ass back in the bed."
Breanne let out a small cry of surprise when he suddenly smacked her ass. "Yes sir," she replied coyly, and giving her ass a shake in his direction, she climbed back into the bed, stretching languidly on the soft sheets.
Climbing into bed after her, James picked up the hotel phone and ordered room service for them, bringing his attention back to her once he was off of the phone. "Come here, beautiful," he commanded, holding an arm out to her, and once she was curled up into his side he held her tightly to him. "This has been nice," he commented, softly stroking her hair.
"Mm, very nice," she murmured in response, idly toying with his chest hair. "I should probably go get my stuff."
"Not yet. You're mine just a little bit longer," he objected, his warm hands beginning to lightly skim over her skin.
She smiled up at him, and nuzzled closer yet. "It's hard to want to get up when you're so cozy," she commented, making him smile in return.
"You're giving this old man a big ego," he replied, making her laugh.
"Shut up, you're simply older, not old," she stated, giving him a playful slap on the thigh. "I happen to prefer my men older. I find it sexy."
"Oh do you, now?" he inquired, and when she nodded she peeked back up at him. He simply grinned at this, and tilting her chin up placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Would you like to shower?"
She once more nodded. "Only if you join me," she replied, lightly biting her lip as she looked up at him.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he replied, and gave her ass a small slap to get her to move. Giggling at this, she slipped off of the bed, and once James was up as well, she linked her fingers with his and led the way into the bathroom.
Stepping under the spray of water, Breanne let out a groan of appreciation as she allowed the water to cascade down and over her body. "God, this water feels amazing," she commented as she wet her hair. James stood back, admiring the way ripples of water ran down her back and along the curve of her ass, before stepping closer and kissing her shoulder. Closing her eyes, she laced her hands together behind his head and arched into his touch as he ran his hands along the front of her body. "Again? Jesus, James, your libido is going to kill me," she commented when she felt him hard against her back, her statement making him chuckle against her as he started sucking and kissing her neck.
"I can't help it when I have a beautiful woman standing wet and naked in front of me," he replied, biting her shoulder as he pressed his hips into the her.
She gasped at this, and let out a small whimper when his hands grasped her waist hard. "What about the room service?" she asked breathlessly, pulling a quiet moan from him when she reached behind to grasp him.
"I guess we need to make it quick then," he murmured in her ear, and spun her around, kissing her hard as he lifted her with ease into his arms and pressed her into the wall. Breanne breathed in sharply when he lowered her onto his hard cock, her legs winding tightly around his waist as he moved her in a way which made them both tingle with pleasure. As they found their rhythm, moving together as if they had been lovers for years, James broke the kiss to latch onto her neck once more, teasing her with his kisses and bites.
"Oh god...I don't think I can cum again," Breanne whimpered, the pleasure she was feeling bordering on pain.
"You can, and you will," he growled, quickening his pace. "I am going to make sure of it."
"It's too much...please, James..."
"Please what? Talk to me," he panted in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Don't...don't...stop...oh fuck, please don't stop," she gasped, her nails scratching at him as she once more climbed higher and higher. "Shit...shit...oh god, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Hearing and feeling her orgasm immediately triggered his, and biting down on her shoulder he let out a muffled moan as his own pleasure washed over him. Clinging to one another, they remained slumped against the wall as they came down from their highs, his face pressed into her shoulder as she softly stroked the back of his neck. Finally, after a long moment, James pulled back to look at her. "Why any woman would want to leave you is beyond me. God, you're amazing at sex," she commented, making him smirk.
"You're still inflating my ego," he chuckled, carefully placing her back on her feet.
"With the way you've made me cum, you deserve that ego," she quipped, making him laugh once more. "If we stay in here any longer, though, we are going to end up getting an ice shower."
"Alright, I can take a hint," he replied, making her giggle, and quickly the two of them washed each other, before stepping back out into the cool air. Grabbing a towel, he quickly dried her off and wrapped her up in one of the bathrobes in their room before drying himself off.
"Such a gentleman," she commented with a smile, and leaned up to kiss him before walking out of the bathroom. Just as he finished tying his own robe, he heard her exclaim, "James!"
This made him quickly rush out of the bathroom. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
She turned to face him. "My neck!" she simply said, and when he looked down, he had to bite back his laughter when he saw what she was referring to. In the midst of their multiple lovemaking sessions, he had apparently gotten more carried away than he realized, for on multiple spots on her neck were dark lovebites. "I didn't realize I was still in high school," she grumbled, and when he finally let out his laughter she playfully slapped his arm.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to leave marks. I guess I got caught up in the moment, and didn't practice my normal self control," he commented as he examined the damage.
Shrugging, she reached up and softly touched his neck. "I guess I can't get too upset, because I did the same thing to you."
His eyes grew wide for a moment, and turning he looked in the mirror. Sure enough, where his neck let his shoulder there was a mark on him as well. "It appears we are even, then," he replied with a grin, and just as they walked back into the room, there was a knock at the door. James walked over to it, and looked to see whom it was before opening the door. There were a few exchange of words, and Breanne could hear him give a thank you before pulling in a cart, and shutting the door behind him.
"Oh god, that smells good," she commented when she caught a whiff of the food, her stomach immediately growling. The two of them made their way over to the table in the room, and while James got the food together Breanne cleaned off the table, before they both took a seat. As they ate, they made light conversation, slowly adding to the information they knew about each other. While James shared stories from his different acting sets, Breanne shared stories from her time on the road, both of them completely intrigued by the others life experiences. Once the food was gone and they were left with full bellies, they put the empty dishes back on the cart, and like an old married couple they together picked up the mess from the previous night, until the room was once more clean and spotless.
"What are your plans for the day?" James asked as he watched Breanne get dressed.
"Well, for now I am going to go get my things from my room, and then head back to Ann's house. I know they were having family and friends over to watch them open their gifts from yesterday, but other than joining them for that I don't really have any plans."
James nodded. "Well...would you like to spend the day with me?"
Breanne could not help but to smile at this, and leaning up kissed his cheek. "I would not have it any other way," she replied, making him smile in return.
"Would it be alright if I rode back to the house with you?"
"Sure. I will text you when I am ready to go."
Just as she was about to walk out of the room, he stopped her. When she looked back at him, he gently pulled her back to him, and cupping the back of her head he kissed her softly, his free hand stroking her back as their mouth melded together. Clutching his shoulders, she returned the kiss eagerly, her tongue stroking his. After a long moment, they forced themselves to finally pull away for air, simply looking at each other as they caught their breath. His hand sliding forward to cup her cheek, he commented, "I know I have already said it...but I am really becoming fond of you, Breanne."
She smiled at this, and leaning back up on her toes, she kissed him again. "I'm pretty fond of you as well," she whispered in his ear, and kissing his cheek she backed away and walked out of the room, leaving him with a smile on his face and a flutter in his chest.
As soon as Breanne stepped into her hotel room, she was greeted to the question, "Where the hell were you?"
Turning around, she found Annette's friend standing next to one of the beds, an eyebrow raised as she looked at Breanne. "Nowhere, Tiff," Breanne mumbled, looking down as she tried to hide the blush on her face.
"Bullshit, Bree! You never came back here," Tiffany commented, walking over to her. When she saw the dark marks on Breanne's neck, she added, "You stayed with someone, didn't you?"
"What? No!"
"Then what is all over your neck?" Tiffany demanded, pushing Breanne's hair back to expose more of the love bites.
"Okay, fine, I did. It's not a big deal," Breanne finally admitted as she walked over to one of the beds, and lifted her suitcase up onto it.
Tiffany gave a small gasp. "Who?"
"You don't know them."
"Were they at the wedding?"
"No," Breanne lied, hoping she would drop the subject.
"Hey, good for you," Tiffany said with a small laugh, and gave Breanne a nudge. "I am heading out. Do you need help with anything?"
"No, no, I'm okay. Thank you. Oh, and just so we are clear I still plan to pay for half of the expense of this room. I'm not going to go back on that just because I didn't end up really using it."
"Well I appreciate that," Tiffany replied with a smile, and gave a goodbye before leaving the room.
Once alone, Breanne sat down on the bed, and let sink in what had conspired over the past twenty four hours. How could she do this? She had slept with her best friend's uncle. A flash of shame hit her as she thought of Annette. She knew she should feel guilty for her actions...but when she thought of James, and that handsome face of his, she simply could not regret it. He made her feel more alive than she had since before Tom had passed away. She knew she still had so much more to learn about him, but in the short time of knowing him, he had already helped her do so much long overdue healing, and she did not want it to stop. Eventually Annette would have to know, but for now Breanne wanted to focus on what would happen between the two of them.
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As she sat in her car, reading through emails as she waited for James, Breanne failed to see him approach the vehicle, and quickly looked up when she heard the door opening. When she finally saw him, she smiled brightly at him. "Hey you," she commented as he got into the passenger seat.
He smiled back, finding her so incredibly beautiful even in such a casual outfit. "Hello again," he replied as he shut his door, and when he looked back over at her they shared another smile. Unable to help himself, he leaned over, and gently grasping the back of her head he pulled her to him for a kiss. Giving a small giggle, she leaned into him as she kissed him back willingly, never growing tired of the feel of his lips on hers.
Once they finally pulled apart, she gave another smile and asked, "Are you ready to go?"
"I am ready whenever you are," he replied, and backing out of the parking space Breanne made her way out of the parking lot and onto the street. Once they were on the road, James reached over and softly took her hand in his, his fingers lacing with hers as he pulled her hand into his lap and stroked the back of it with his thumb. Casting a smile his way, she gave his hand a squeeze, the small gesture comforting to her. After a moment of silence, James added, "May I ask you something?"
"Of course."
He hesitated, before asking, "What was your husband like?" She glanced back over at him, a look of surprise on her face. Seeing she was taken back, he added, "I'm sorry if I am getting too personal. You can tell me to fuck off if you don't want to discuss him."
Breanne laughed at his comment. "I would never tell you to fuck off, and you're not getting too personal. I just don't talk about him much, he is still a sore subject. Tom was...well, to be honest, you remind me a lot of him. He had such a love for music. It was actually through the music industry that we met, he handled the merchandise for one of the bands I worked with. I think what caught my attention about him was his sense of humor. We would laugh for hours over what others would think were the stupidest things, but our little inside jokes made us love each other even more." With a small smile, she added, "He was my best friend. I'm grateful I at least got the time I did with him."
James gave her hand a light squeeze as he glanced back at her. "How long were you two together?"
She thought for a moment. "Six years in total. We were only together for a year when we got married, and we had just celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary when he passed."
"Well he was a lucky man to get that time with you," James commented, making her smile at him.
"What about you? How long were you with your ex? If it isn't too sore of a subject. We don't have to talk about it."
"No, it's alright. We were together for...right around fifteen years when we split up. Apparently for the last five she had been in love with someone else. I considered trying to work things out, but once I found out how long the affair had been happening I just couldn't do it."
Breanne gave his hand a soft squeeze. "You don't deserve that," she quietly commented.
"Yes, well, I suppose later is better than never. I have overall accepted everything which had conspired, and have been keeping my focus on work and my sons."
"How old are they?"
"My oldest two are 28 and 25, and my youngest son is 9."
"Quite the age gap, there," Breanne quipped with a small laugh, and hesitated before asking, "Does it bother you that...I'm the same age as your older sons?"
James looked at her. "No, it does not. Does it bother you?"
She shrugged. "Not really, it's kind of expected when I tend to be attracted to men much older than me." James could not help but to chuckle at this. "I just...you know, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
He brought her hand up to kiss. "I'm never uncomfortable," he replied, and she once more giggled. "So where are we heading?"
"You'll see," she replied simply, and leaving it alone James looked out the car window, enjoying the scenery as they made their way along lazy downtown streets.
When they eventually came to a stop, he glanced up at the building in front of them, and asked, "What is this?"
"A family business. My brother is the main one in control, but since my grandpa passed we have equal ownership," Breanne explained as she unbuckled her seat belt and opened her door.
"Oh, I see. What kind of business is it?"
"Well get out, and you'll see," she replied with a laugh, and smirking at her reaction James quickly followed her out of the vehicle and up to the back door of the building.
As they stepped through the backdoor, James was immediately intrigued by the masses of posters plastered all over the walls. The two of them walked down the short hall leading to the main space, and his eyes grew wide when he was greeted to masses of vinyl records surrounding him. "You own a record shop?" he asked in disbelief.
"Mhm. I thought you might be interested," she replied, smiling at him as she watched his reaction. "What do you think?"
"Bree, this is incredible," he commented, and finally forced himself to look back down at her. "Thank you for bringing me here."
"You don't have to thank me, but you are very welcome. I know you are as equally passionate about music as I am, and I love being here, so I wanted to share that with you." Unable to come up with a response, he simply leaned down to kiss her. "Go ahead, look around."
James chuckled. "I could easily spend hours in here, I couldn't do that to you."
"I do the same thing, and I own the place," Breanne commented with a small laugh. "I expected to be here a while. I'm going to be looking right along with you, so it's not like you're forcing me into anything. Plus, we have the place to ourselves, so you won't have anyone bothering you. Other than me, of course."
James chuckled at this, and unable to help himself he wandered off to one of sections of records, looking through the selection of a specific artist. Having gotten sucked into studying the albums on the shelves, he failed to see Breanne approach him, and jumped slightly when he suddenly felt her hands on his waist. Turning around, he grinned when he found her standing there. "Your store is amazing, I cannot believe how many incredible albums you have," he stated, making her smile in return.
"I appreciate that, I take pride in this store. It's my baby, so to speak, and I knew you would love it here. After our talk the other night, I wanted to bring you here."
He smiled at this. "Well thank you for thinking of me," he replied, and leaning down gave her a soft kiss, taken back when she gently grasped the back of his neck to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. Once more giving a slight jump, he gave a quiet grunt when she grabbed him through his pants. "Can I help you?" he asked teasingly with a smirk, lust quickly filling him as she began to stroke him.
She gave a small shrug. "Maybe...but I think I'm the one helping you right now," she replied with a mischievous look on her face, and suddenly undid his pants before kneeling in front of him.
James shuddered when she pulled him from his boxers, and continued to stroke him, the feeling of her soft hand directly on him making him quickly grow hard. "I swear, you are the most insatiable woman I have ever come across," he commented, making her giggle.
"I guess you do that to me," she replied, making him smirk. "I think that is mutual, though...isn't it, James?" she added, her voice low with lust as she looked up at him.
His breathing by this point had grown heavy. "I'm not denying that," he stated, and she gave another giggle before running her tongue along the underside of his cock. "Fuck," he hissed when she took him in her mouth, taking him all the way down into her throat before setting in a steady bobbing rhythm. Having to brace himself against the shelf behind him, James tangled his hand in her hair as he watched her pleasure him with her mouth, and glancing up took a quick look around the store. Despite knowing she had the store closed, he partially expected someone to walk in, and noted to himself the situation they were in still felt risky...which made what was happening that much more erotic to him. "God, your mouth feels so good," he sighed when she applied more suction, and groaned when she pulled his pants down just enough to allow herself to reach his balls. When he felt her beginning to massage him, he gritted his teeth and abruptly pulled her up to her feet, crushing his lips against hers as his hands firmly grasped her ass. "I want more than your mouth," he murmured, and she gave a squeak of surprise when he lifted her up. As he carried her through the aisle, she pressed wet kisses against his neck, and when she felt him sit her down she saw he had carried her into the office.
"What? Didn't want to fuck me out there on the shelf?" she asked teasingly, and gasped quietly when he yanked her pants down impatiently, barely having one of her feet free before allowing himself to sink into her. Both of them groaned at the feel of the other, and leaning back on her elbows she pulled him down over her to kiss him deeply.
"I'd rather not taint your inventory like that," he replied with a smirk, and straightening back up he grasped her hips as he began to thrust into her.
"God, James," she whimpered as he quickly sped up his pace, her legs wrapping around him to draw him in even deeper. "Fuck me harder," she whispered, and cried out when he willingly gave her what she wanted, pounding her into the desk as his hips crashed into hers at a rapid pace.
"Is that what you wanted?" he asked through gritted teeth, and unable to form words she simply nodded. "You have the tightest little pussy I've ever felt," he added, his nails digging into her by this point.
"And you've got the biggest cock I've ever felt," she replied, making a groan rumble deep in his chest. "Make me come...please...I'm so close," she quietly panted, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
"That's it, come for me. Let me feel you," he urged her, reaching down to stroke her clit in quick circles, and gripping the edge of the desk hard her face scrunched up as she cried out for him. As soon as he felt her beginning to spasm around him, he immediately joined her over the edge, and once it passed he slumped forward over her once more, bracing himself up on his hands as he quietly panted. "You are going to be the death of me," he commented as he straightened back up, making her laugh.
"Well I can think of worse ways to go out," she replied teasingly as she pulled her pants back on, making him laugh as well.
"We should probably start to make our way back to Annie's house to join the others. She is why I am here, after all," James commented as he readjusted himself.
"Yeah yeah," she said as she hopped back off of the desk, and reaching up fixed his messed up collar. "There. All handsome again," she added, her action adorable to him, and when she leaned up to kiss his cheek before leading him out of the building he noted to himself he could spend the rest of his visit in her company and be perfectly content..