Cate
Ispend the rest of the day feeling like I’m floating on a cloud. Despite the uncertainty hanging over us, despite the lingering tension of the argument between Alex and Scott, the rest of the day feels like a dream because Alex McIntyre is in love with me.
Alex freaking McIntyre. Is in love. With me!
After practice, Alex tells me to pack an overnight bag and meet him back at his place for our first official date. I do, and when I get there, he opens the door wearing an apron. His entire apartment smells like garlic and tomatoes and all things delicious.
“I didn’t know if you’d be up for going out after today, so I thought I’d cook instead,” he says, kissing me on the cheek and then taking my bag as I step inside. “Since I haven’t taken you on a proper date, I figured I had some catching up to do in the romance department.”
Everything inside me feels warm and melty, and I help him grate cheese and make the salad while the garlic bread and lasagna finish cooking. It makes me a little giddy how easily we fall into a cozy, domestic routine together in the kitchen. We move smoothly around each other, chat and tease and laugh, and it’s as though we’ve done this a hundred times already.
When the meal’s ready, he lights candles and leads me to the table, where we eat slowly, talking and talking and talking. We talk about our childhoods and movies and places we’ve traveled and just…everything. And it’s easy. It’s so easy. Even though I’ve never actually been on a date before, I know deep down that this is a very, very good one.
Because it’s right. It’s more right than anything in the world, and nothing is going to stop us from being together and skating together. No matter what, we’ll find a way to make it work. And knowing that Alex, who could skate with anyone, who is so freaking gorgeous and could date anyone, wants me more than anyone else…it’s a heady feeling, and not one I’m ever sure I’ll get used to.
We finish eating the delicious meal he made and then I help him clear the table and wash the dishes. We stand side by side at the sink while he washes as I dry, and there’s something erotic about watching his strong hands plunge into the soapy water over and over. When he wrings out the sponge, hand flexing, it makes me rub my thighs together and suppress a whimper. He chuckles and tosses the sponge into the sink, wipes his hands on my towel and then grips my hips, pulling me against him.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about right now,” he says, his beautiful brown eyes meeting mine.
“That everything you do is impossibly sexy. That watching you wash dishes is a turn on.” I sigh. “That I’m the luckiest girl in the entire freaking world.”
He chuckles and grazes his nose against my cheek. “Replace girl with guy, and I could say all of that right back to you.”
“This is insane, isn’t it?” I ask, already rubbing against him. “It’s so fast and so intense.”
“It’s completely batshit insane, Cate. In the best possible way.”
“I love you,” I whisper, and he groans, taking my mouth in a sweet, gentle kiss.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips. I slide my tongue against his lip and he groans again, then pulls away.
“You must be sore, princess. I don’t want to hurt you.” I pout a little, and he laughs. “Why don’t we watch a movie? Snuggle up on the couch and do the whole couple spending a quiet evening at home thing?”
“I do really like that idea,” I admit. “I like being here with you. Your place is so cozy and comfortable, and you’ve got that great view of the mountains.”
He shrugs easily, putting the last of the dried dishes away. “You could move in. If you want.”
Excitement bursts through me and I nod eagerly. “My lease is up in two months. I’ll see if I can find another skater to take it over so that I don’t leave my roommate hanging.”
He grins. “Sounds like a plan.”
He leads me into the living room and we start browsing Netflix. We quickly agree on a documentary about a jewelry heist, and I snuggle into him, his arm over my shoulders, and it feels so good to just be close to him. To smell the scent of his skin, to feel the solid warmth of his body, to watch the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs. But being close to him is also a mega turn on, and it doesn’t take long before my body is one giant throb.
Am I sore? Yes. Absolutely. Do I want Alex again, right now?
One thousand percent.
Sore or not, I want him. I think I’ll probably always want him, no matter what. I want to tell him I love him while he’s inside me.
I snuggle into him more and he tightens his arm around me. My hand slides across his hard stomach and around his waist, and he makes a soft humming sound as he kisses my hair. I nuzzle my face into his neck, inhaling his scent into my lungs, and he kisses my forehead. It’s sweet and gentle, but I can feel the tension in his muscles, the way we keep wiggling closer and closer to each other. I brush my lips against his, and he groans.
“You have the sweetest mouth, Cate,” he whispers. “So soft and warm.”
“Kiss me, Alex.”
He groans softly and then I’m in his lap, straddling him as he kisses me with long, thorough sweeps of his tongue. Slowly, his hands slide down my back and to my ass, where he grips me and rocks me gently against him. I can feel his enormous bulge pressing against me, and I whimper against his mouth.
“Grind against me, princess. Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
We kiss and grind, his hands a brand on my ass, my pussy wet and throbbing. We’ve completely abandoned our movie and are making out like horny teenagers.
“Fuck,” he growls, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re sore. We should stop. I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m so close to losing control right now.”
My stomach explodes with butterflies at his words, and I grin, kissing him again. “I’m only a little sore, and most of that ache is from how much I want you. Can we go to your bedroom? Please?” I bat my eyelashes at him and he laughs.
“Lead the way, princess,” he says, and I slide off his lap, grab his hand and tug him eagerly into his bedroom with him laughing softly behind me. I jump onto his bed and pull him down on top of me, and he inhales a shaky breath as he gazes down at me. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and then we’re kissing again. “Cate, fuck.”
I love listening to him come undone, the way his words get dirtier and dirtier the more turned on he gets. Secret filthy words that are only for me.
We kiss and shed our clothes and kiss some more until we’re naked and moaning, rubbing against each other.
He takes the tip of his cock and rubs it against my clit and between the lips of my pussy, the wet sound filling the room.
“You like when I fuck your hot little slit, princess? When I rub my cock all over your sopping wet pussy?”
I moan against his mouth and wriggle my hips in response. “So much, Daddy.”
He growls as he works his cock against me, the creamy sound of it making me blush. Making me want more.
“You’re so wet. So fucking wet, Cate. I can just slide…” He notches the head of his cock at my entrance and pushes in. “Right in.” With one slow thrust, he fills me all the way up, and I practically scream his name.
He growls and kisses me as he moves his hips slowly, and I cling to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him.
“Okay, princess?” he asks, and I nod eagerly. There’s a stretching burn inside me, but it’s faint compared to the hot throb of pleasure pounding through me.
“It’s so good, Alex,” I sigh, and he kisses me as he starts to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, withdrawing almost all the way before slowly sliding back inside me.
“I love feeling the way you open up for me. Taking me so good in your perfect little pussy.”
I clench around him, and he groans, fucking me a little harder and little faster. That throbbing heat builds inside me, twisting me tighter and tighter. I move restlessly beneath him, and he kisses me once more before rising to his knees.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, bringing his thumb to my throbbing clit as he moves in and out of me. I feel like I can’t breathe when I look up at him. He looks like a sex god, all flexing muscles and hair falling across his forehead. I push up onto my elbows and stare at where we’re joined, his cock glistening with me. “Looks so good, doesn’t it?” he rasps. “Seeing your little pussy stuffed full of my cock.”
I moan and fall back, my muscles going weak as he fucks me deep and works my clit in perfect little circles. My legs are shaking, and my pulse is a wild beat in my ears.
“Feels so good,” I pant. “Oh God, Alex. I want this every day forever. I love you. I love skating with you, and being with you, and being your good little girl. I love all of it. I love you. I love you.” The words are falling from my lips like a chant, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow.
“I love you, Cate. Loved you from the moment I saw you. Gonna take care of you and spoil you and love you forever. Mine. All mine, princess,” he growls as he changes the angle of his hips, hitting that spot inside me that makes everything ignite.
“I’m so close. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“That’s a good girl. Let me feel this little pussy squeeze my cock when you come.” He works my clit and presses deep inside me, and I explode, coming with a loud moan, my hips bucking as hot, heavy throbs slam into me, making me forget my name and where I am. Making me forget everything except blinding pleasure.
“Fuck…goddamn, Cate,” he groans in the sexiest voice. “Such a good fucking girl for me, coming all over my cock.”
He slides out of me, but before I can complain, he flips me over onto my stomach and slides back into me. The new angle sets off a little orgasm deep inside me, and I wriggle beneath him as he thrusts into me in a hard, deep rhythm. Everything is so tight and swollen that I can feel every millimeter of him as he works his thick cock in and out of me.
“Jesus, your little pussy feels so tight like this,” he says, his voice wild and gritty. “Gonna stretch you out. Mold you to this cock.”
I press back against him and moan. “Wreck me, Daddy.”
My words seem to shred the last of his control, and he’s fucking me hard and fast now, filth pouring out of his mouth. “Good girl, taking all of Daddy’s thick cock in your tight little pussy. Such a perfect little princess pussy, making me feel so goddamn good. What a messy little cunt, creaming all over me, dripping down my balls. Can you feel them hitting your clit? They’re so full and heavy, smacking your swollen little clit.”
I start to come again, his words setting me off. I scream his name as I buck beneath him, and he loses control, slamming into me hard enough to steal my breath as he starts to come too, groaning the word “Mine.” I feel the hot splash of his come inside me, and the sensation of it wrings out my orgasm. We’re both moaning and panting as his thrusts slow, his cock still moving inside me with shallow, uneven thrusts, as though he doesn’t want to stop.
He slows and drops kisses across my shoulders, my back. “Are you okay?” he asks in that sex-roughened voice I love.
“So much better than okay,” I mumble into the pillow and he laughs, slipping out of me, then quickly flipping me onto my back and sliding right back inside. I gush around him as he pushes in deep. I’m a sticky mess, and I love it.
He kisses me, still fucking me with little thrusts. My legs are shaking from the intensity of the two (and a half?) orgasms I just had, and he kisses me soft and sweet, letting me come down gently with his cock still buried inside me.
“I love you, Cate Wilson,” he whispers between kisses. “No matter what the future holds, I’m never letting you go.”