#jamespotter

“You’re such a slut James,” that had earned you a pointed thrust, but the second you squeezed his neck his hips faltered. 

From there it was intuitive. Every time you lifted off his cock, your hands tightened a little, squeezing harder when you slam back down making his hips jerk to meet yours. 

“That’s so,” James cuts himself off when you apply more pressure, his eyes rolling back as you squeeze around his cock and his throat at the same time. “M’heart, that’s so fucking good.”

He gasps as you release his neck and roll your hips against him, moaning as he slips a hand to your clit. 

“You have a breath kink Jamie,” you moan, leaning closer to his ear and catching the lobe between your teeth as your hand squeezes his neck again. 

“Fuck, yeah I do,” he’s breathless, his fingers on your clit fumbling as you drag your teeth against the side of his neck. “You’re gonna make me come, angel.”

It’s a warning you’re excited for, now more than before. 

You sit up, hair sticking to your back as you fix your positioning. James barely has time to process what you’re doing before your hands wrap around his neck again and you work your hips up and down faster than before. 

“Angel,” he gasps, eyes barely open as he looks at you. James thinks you look the most gorgeous riding him and with this little development he swears his orgasm is cresting faster. “Fuck, m’coming.” he chokes on his words as you slam down on his length one more time, your hands squeezing harder making his cheeks redden. 

You swear it’s the most he’s ever come before and that thought alone triggers your own orgasm. James gulps down air when you release his neck, your thighs twitching as you finally rest your entire weight on his body. 

“That was so fucking hot, Jamie.” you whisper when you’ve caught your breath making him blush even more. 

“I didn’t even realise I liked that.”

You shrug, kissing the sides of his neck where you’d been squeezing. 

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” you ask suddenly, wondering if your fingerprints would develop over the hours. 

James shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you and flipping the both of you so you’re laying on the bed. 

“No, it was perfect, angel. You were perfect.”