16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Katie
There’s no need for me to ask him twice. He bridges the gap between us until our lips collide and I let out a shuddering breath before I lift my other hand and clutch onto his shirt as he makes me forget about everything but this moment.
He pulls me closer, tighter against him until not even a piece of paper would fit between us, while he draws on my lower lip, his teeth a chilling sensation against the sensitive flesh, before he eases his tongue into my mouth and strokes mine.
He tastes like chocolate cake and uncertainty, the sweetest combination I've had the pleasure of tasting so far. A sigh falls from his lips, and I feel his shoulders lose tension under my hands .
His hands wander down my body, my skin heating up at his touch, even through the fabric, until he reaches the back of my thighs, and he suddenly lifts me. I squeal into his mouth and meet laughter as he positions my limbs against him, and I hook my legs behind his back.
And it's like a switch flips. Once the tiniest crack showed in the wall, the dam broke, and chaos ensued. Any restraint both of us is gone within a split second.
The kiss ends, the air filled with our heavy breaths and the sound of my racing heart. When I open my eyes, it’s to find him staring at me, his eyes filled with need mirroring mine. And suddenly, the need for his lips on mine is stronger than the need for air.
Pax seems to think so, too.
He buries his hands in my hair, tangling strands around his fingers before fisting it as he pulls my face down to his, until our lips crash against each other again, tongues stroking hands wandering, and he swallows the needy whimpers escaping me.
Without breaking the kiss, he walks us over to the living room and sits down with me in his lap. I gasp when I feel his erection right against my aching pussy, our moans meeting in our mouths. His hands have found my ass, palms spread wide over my cheeks and kneading them as he pulls me even harder against his bulge.
"Pax," I moan his name and grasp the fabric of his shirt, throwing back my head when he gets the angle deliciously right. He chuckles hoarsely and takes the opportunity to lick a wide strip from my collarbone to my chin.
"You taste sweet," he mumbles against the skin of my throat, before pressing a kiss to it .
"You taste like cake," I reply breathily. For a moment we lock eyes, chests heaving as we try to catch our breaths. My eyes wander down to his lap where I'm sitting on his cock.
He wants me. I can’t quite believe it. I did that. I’m the reason his dick is straining against his jeans, and I wiggle in his lap. The sound that comes from his throat sends a shiver down my spine and his hands dig into my hips as he looks at me with the unspoken question in his eyes.
"Later?" I whisper against his hair and his grip on me tightens for the barest moment.
God. My body almost aches with the need to have him fuck me right here, right now. But firstly, this is a shared living space and that would be icky. Second I find myself really looking forward to watching movies with him.
"Later,” he confirms with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and presses another kiss to the side of my throat.
I climb off his lap, but he doesn't let me go far and tugs me right back against his side, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close, burying his nose in my hair and taking a deep breath. I tuck my face into his shoulder and snake my arm around his middle. We stay like this for a few minutes, just basking in each other's presence. Him rubbing his chin against my hair and I enjoying the way my arm moves up and down with each breath he takes.
Then he drops a kiss on top of my head and gets up. "I'll go get the snacks. You get the blanket you’re going to burrito-roll yourself in." He winks at me, and I feel my cheeks heat up.
I grin. Every single thing he remembers from our teenage years makes fireworks explode inside my heart and my chest feels warm and fuzzy. I hurry to my room and get my duvet, carrying it back to the living room and throwing it onto the couch. It's probably big enough for the two of us to snuggle up under.
Then I run back to my room and change into my pajamas, which consist of shorts and a way-too-big shirt, making it look like I’m not wearing any pants. Stopping in front of the mirror in the hallway, I do a quick turn.
Well, it’s not exactly sexy, but come to think of it, he's seen me in much worse outfits.
When I saunter back, I immediately feel his eyes on my legs. They stay there until I pull the duvet over myself. I’ve checked.
"You're a tease," Pax says grumbly and blinks a few times until he manages to tear his eyes away from where my legs are hidden under the blanket.
"And you're slow. Get in here." I hold up a corner of the blanket, but he shakes his head.
"Going to change into something more comfortable, too."
I almost spit out my drink when he comes back. After seeing him in only the towel, I never thought there’d be anything sexier that he could wear. But he’s just proven me wrong.
I forgot about the grey jogging pants that are every damn woman's kryptonite, showcasing his v-lines in a way that makes me fucking blush.
Gulping, I watch him as he gets under the blanket and raises his arm for me to snuggle into his side, against his bare skin. And then I do just that because no way in hell am I missing out on a good cuddle.
After a heated discussion, we decide to re-watch Supernatural. Back then it was one of our go-to series and apparently, both of us haven't watched it since then, even though they’ve added like ten seasons since then.
But I just can't pay any attention to what's happening on screen. I mean, the main characters are hotties, but they don’t compare to Pax in the slightest. They’re on screen and he’s right here .
All my senses are fixated on him. His warm skin against my cheek, his arm laying heavy around my shoulders, his thumb rubbing slow circles along my upper arm make my skin prickle. His smell is in my nose, and I can still taste him on my lips, clouding my brain. He makes it impossible to focus on anything but him.
And he knows it, if the smile on his face I'm seeing in my periphery is any indication.
Suddenly, he leans down and pulls my legs into his lap, keeping his hand on my knee. I'm wrapped around him like gift paper.
"You're thinking very loudly," he murmurs, his hand firm on my knees to keep them right there. I fidget in his hold.
"Now, who's the tease?" I whisper when he begins to rub slow circles on my leg, his hand wandering higher and higher up my thigh. I wiggle under his touch, making him chuckle.
"What can I say? It's hard to resist you."
"Why do it then?" I rub my foot against his calf. “It’s later. ”
"Because we're watching Supernatural," he says, raising his eyebrow at me, the corner of his mouth twitching as it wants to break into a smile. "I'm trying to take it slow here."
Oh, he’s teasing.
"And what if I want you to take me hard and several times?" I mirror his expression and wet my lips. Oh, he likes that idea. I feel him harden again under my thigh. I can't take it anymore and I climb into his lap, obscuring his view of the TV. "I'm very inclined to the idea of spending your birthday a bit more... horizontally."
I watch his face, searching for any indication that I got him. But his poker face is unreadable. I’m almost sure he’s still resisting, not giving in to tease me.
Swiftly, he reaches for the remote and turns off the TV, throwing it somewhere on the couch before he suddenly scoops me up. His face still doesn’t show much of any expression, but I can see a muscle in his jaw twitch.
It's like something snapped in him. I squeal when he stands up, carrying me in his arms like I weigh nothing. Seeing his muscles was one thing, but experiencing them in action? Oh, I need a fan.
I giggle when my feet get caught on the doorframes as he carries me to his room and I let out a giggle when he throws me onto his bed, my whole body bouncing off the mattress.
"This won't be sweet and tender lovemaking," he says, his voice hoarse. "I need you, desperately." He eyes me like I’m his next meal, his muscles straining under his skin as he waits for my answer.
"Didn't you hear me?" I get on my knees, sinking into the mattress, and lay my hands on his torso, letting them explore his torso until I lock my hands on his neck. "I want you to take me hard. Fuck me through the night so I won't be able to stand tomorrow. Make me scream so loud I won't have a voice."
"Fuck," he groans, and I smile at him sweetly, feeling his cock poke me in the stomach.
"I know it's your birthday, but I think it's time for me to unpack a present," I chuckle at myself for the cheesy line and free his cock from its admittedly very sexy sweatpants prison, letting them fall to his feet.
"You're perfect," I purr. Considering how tall he is I was scared he'd sport a dick the size of my forearm, but it's a perfect size. I can't resist. I lean in and lick a strip from his base to his head; he takes a shaky breath, and his hands shoot to my head to tangle in my hair. “Hmm,” I hum. I like his taste. Musky and salty.
But he’s still tense, his arms flex as he looks down at me. Oh, now, it's a mission. I narrow my eyes at him and wet my lips. It's been a few years since I last blew a guy, but let's see if I can still do it.
Taking his head between my lips I let my tongue roam over it, poking it, rubbing it against my tongue.
“Katie,” he groans when I give him a tentative suck and his grip on my hair tightens. “Look at me.”
I grin around his cock and lift my gaze to meet his eyes, keeping up the sucking as I let him glide deeper into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. When I feel like gagging, I start to hum low and let him glide even deeper. The vibration, the feeling of my throat, or the sensation of my tongue rubbing against his shaft; I'm not sure which of these two does it for him, but he finally snaps.
Gathering up my hair in a ponytail, he locks his hand into place at the back of my head and then he pulls out and thrusts back into my throat, all the while keeping his eyes locked with mine.
And he's not gentle about it, as he promised. Despite all efforts, I gag on him, quickly pulling all the tricks out of my book to suppress my gag reflex, until I realize that the sound only fuels him.
"Yes, that's it, baby, fucking choke on me," he grits and pulls back, only to thrust back in, fucking my mouth like I hope he'll fuck my pussy later on.
My fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs as he uses my mouth, while I'm trying to keep up, greedily sucking air when he pulls out and holding my breath when he fucks my throat. Sucking on him I try to snake my tongue around him without choking. Then I give up, relaxing my mouth and letting him go wild.
“Fuck,” he curses and bites his lower lip. Saliva drips down my chin and Pax’s eyes darken when he sees tears trickling down my cheeks.
Then he suddenly stops.
His cock falls from my mouth with an obscene plop.
I suck in a deep breath and one second later, my shirt is decorating the ground somewhere behind him, and I’m lying flat on my back, his hungry eyes observing every inch of exposed skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful." He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking at it as if I'm an ice cream cone in desert heat. “So, fucking perfect,” he mumbles around it. “So fucking mine.”
I whimper when he flicks his tongue around it as he rubs my other nub between his fingers, thrashing under him. He shifts, until my legs are trapped under him, twitching, and my hands dig into his shoulder blades instead, needing something to hold onto.
“Don’t,” I groan when my nipple is swollen and really fucking sensitive. I don’t even know what I’m trying to say: don’t stop, don’t continue. But mostly ‘don’t stop.’ Without words, he kisses his way to my other nub, ignoring my pussy that's leaking through my panties and shorts.
Giving it the same treatment, he finally shows mercy, and his fingers slip into my shorts, feeling the damp fabric of my panties .
“Shit, you're so wet for me, Katie,” he breathes against my nipple wet with his saliva, causing a shudder to ripple through me like a tsunami and forcing me to take a sharp breath. “I need to see you.”
In one swift move, he takes my shorts and panties off, throwing them to the side, his eyes fixated on what he uncovered. My cheeks heat as his eyes hungrily rake over my glistening pussy. I cross my legs instinctively, but he grabs my thighs and forces them apart.
“Nope, this is mine now, don’t hide it from me,” he growls and leans forward, draping my legs so one is caged between his torso and the mattress, my other knee pinned against my chest, his hand firm on my ankle. “I've been fucking waiting to do this,” he rumbles and licks from my hole to my clit, making a happy sigh fall from my lips and my hands clutch his hair. “I’ve dreamed of tasting you, but you’re so much better than anything my mind procured. You’re fucking perfect.”
He playfully nips at the inside of my thigh before focusing his attention on my pussy. He draws slow circles around my clit. Enough to elicit more whimpers and moans from me but it's not enough.
“I need more,” I cry and pull at his hair until he looks at me. “Do something,” I whine. “Please.”
He chuckles against my pussy, giving it another lick. When he lifts his head, his chin is glistening with my arousal. “Like what?”
“You know what,” I whimper, and he cocks his eyebrow.
“Nope,” a cheeky grin spreads on his face. “Spell it out for me.”
My eyes narrow into a glare. I can barely form a fucking thought, how the hell am I supposed to spell out all the damn things I want him to do to me? Get me off, give me a second to recover, hand me a paper and I’ll write you a three-page list, but right now?
“Fingers,” is all I manage to press out.
“Where?”
“Inside,” I grit out, knowing fully well my face must be red like a fire hydrant. “Now.”
“Ask and you shall receive," he chuckles darkly and presses two of his fingers against my entrance. Fucking finally.
His mouth finds my clit again he continues to draw slow circles around it with his tongue, alternating with quick surprising flicks, his fingers still only barely pressing against my entrance, caressing the edge with the barest of movements. I am just about to complain when he finally pushes them inside me.
“Oh my god, yes,” I moan and throw my head back, then I throw my hands over my mouth when I realize just how loud I was.
“Put your hand down. I’m hearing you or I’m stopping,” he mumbles darkly and stops whatever his tongue is doing, his fingers inside me remaining still.
“No, the fuck you won’t,” I press out and bury my hand back in his hair, pushing his face toward where I need him the most. His chuckle vibrates against my clit, making my fists in his hair tighten.
Satisfied, he gets right back to it, licking and sucking and circling my clit, pumping his fingers inside me and crooking them just the right way to render me unable to tell left from right anymore.
Then he switches it up. Easing back on his knees, he pulls my legs over his shoulder until only my shoulders are on the mattress and drills his tongue inside of me. I squeal and my legs kick the air helplessly as his thumb starts playing with my clit, his other hand finding my breast and kneading it in his palm.
“I can’t Pax,” I press out. Rockets go off behind my eyes and I know I’m close, I’m about to fucking explode. “I’m coming.”
“Do it,” he dares me. “Come on my face.”
He adds a third finger inside me, his fingers fucking me faster and harder, licking furiously at my clit as my hands tense in his hair, pulling at it hard. With a scream, I come apart in his arms, fireworks exploding, one after the next, screaming his name.
He finger-fucks me through my orgasm until I push his face away from my pussy, my heavy breaths filling the room. Then he carefully places my body back onto the mattress, a satisfied grin playing at his wet lips.
“That’s one,” he says proudly and winks at me.
I narrow my eyes and try to fixate them on him as I try to catch my breath, lowering them as his cock draws my attention, drops of precum glistening on his shaft.
Oh, he’s going to feel so good in me. I just know it. My pussy starts tingling at the thought.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask him and he nods quickly.
“Of course,” he grumbles and leans to the side, fishing one out of his night table.
“Prepared, I see,” I say softly and raise my eyebrow at him. He winks at me in response.
“Hopeful,” he corrects me and tears the package open. Once he’s put it on, he grabs my ankles, pulling me down the mattress and wrapping them around his waist as he guides his cock to my entrance without hesitation. Good. I’m fucking ready for him.
I sigh happily when I feel his head push against my hole and lock my ankles behind his back. He’s not escaping now. I doubt he was planning on it, but better to be safe. He’s mine now.
My hips rise on their own, my body eager for him .
He locks his eyes with mine as he pushes inside slowly. I wince and grimace at the stretch and he hisses as I dig my nails into his butt. It’s been a while for me, but I’m not about to make him stop. No way in hell. Pain is just a small price to pay for the fuck I’m hopefully about to get.
I sigh in relief when he’s fully inside, his balls nestled against me. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.
“Thanks for being careful, but I fucking need you,” I press out and slap his ass. “Make me a mess.”
“Your wish is my command,” he growls and pulls out slowly, then slams back inside me, knocking the air out of my lungs, in a good way. Before I’m able to tell up from down again, he does it once more. And again.
Fuck, yes. That’s what I’m talking about.
“Faster,” I say breathlessly, and suddenly, he pulls out of me.
“What the-”
One moment I’m looking up at him, the next my cheek rubs against the sheets, his hand fisting my hair on the back of my head pressing my face into the mattress with a bunch of weight behind it. Not a chance I could move my head.
With his other hand, he grabs my hip, yanks it up, and shoves my legs apart, until I’m fully exposed before him.
“Hmm, such a pretty cunt,” he whispers low and swipes his finger through my folds before pushing it inside. Then he replaces it with his cock, this time with less mercy.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by my moans .
“Is that all you got?” I press out and fist the sheet as he drives into me, a loud sigh falling from my lips.
Ignoring my taunting, he pulls on my hair until I raise my torso off the mattress, then he lets go of it and lays his hand around my throat as he continues to drive into me. He doesn’t tighten his grip, just lets it rest there as he rearranges my guts. I like it. It feels safe.
With his other hand, he grabs my wrist, angling my arm behind my back and using it to pull me into him. I grip his arm with my free hand as he drives me closer and closer to my second release, digging my fingernails into the skin of his forearm. My hips move on their own, meeting each of his thrusts.
I’m so ready to come again, and so is he. He thrusts harder and more erratically, then he lets go of me so suddenly I fall forward onto the mattress, while he grips my hips with both of his hands, so tightly I’m sure it will bruise tomorrow.
I don’t give a fuck; he can kiss it better then.
When another wave of pleasure threatens to fucking drown me, I scream, my hands clinging to the sheets as my body melts into shivers, tightening around him.
“That’s right babe, fucking come on my cock,” he grits out, quickening his pace even more.
“I can’t, Pax, I-” he flips me around again, driving right back into me, his thumb immediately finding my way too sensitive clit.
“Open your eyes,” he demands as lightning shoots through my body and I’m an incoherent mess, mumbling unintelligibly as I reach down, trying to push his hand away .
“I want to see you when I come inside you,” he groans and only a few moments later he’s there, his eyes locked on mine as I feel warmth fill the condom.
He collapses on me, covering my whole body with his. I snake my arms around him and lay my hands on his back, drawing nonsense on his shoulders with my fingertip, until both of us have caught our breath.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper and feel him nod against my chest.
“Nothing was holy about this,” he chuckles, and I shake my head at him with a smile on my face.