James...

... continues his work until Finn and I both start thrusting our hips toward his mouth.

"Get on the bed" I command and James is off his knees and lays down on his back on the bed, his own hard cock reaching out toward his hand.  He hesitates, and waits for me to nod before gripping it. 

I remember back to the first time I fucked him. How he was one of the boys who didn't want to be facing me when I popped his cherry. And even though I made sure he understood I wanted him facing me, I agreed to start with his back to me.  Looking down at him now, on his back, wrapping his long legs around me, pulling me toward him, I have to smile.

And snap open the bottle of lube with one hand.

Slowly he takes me in. I don't rush, begin to push, pull back slightly, feel him relax...

I wrap my arms around his thighs as he closes his eyes and grips his cock.  Finn watches, spellbound, as I pull James to me and his legs close even tighter around me. I know he is looking for space somewhere between us, but there is none.

He comes around behind me, moving slowly as if he isn't sure I will allow him to watch and places his hands on my hips.

I feel the urge to smack him away, but decide to let his hands stay as long as he doesn't try to guide me.  In my cock-possessing dominant brain I am hoping he gets this, but can't take the time, nor do I care to express it.  Finn will have to fend for himself if I strike.

As I fuck James harder, the sweat begins on my neck and between my breasts.  It is not for strength or work that I perspire, it is for possession. If I were standing completely still, it would begin to seep from my pores.

As soon as control is rendered to me.  Johnny used to consider it marking my territory; my own pheromone.

Finn's hands move from my hips as if burned. He moves my hair out of my face and I snap my head back. 

Turning through tendrils of blonde I smile, savagely.

"Go on, Finn..." I say in what I recall later as almost a sneer...

"Fuck his mouth."