Chapter 11
ELEVEN
LANCE
Katherine opens her front door and we stumble inside. Just like that morning when I dropped off bagels and coffee. She’s added some Christmas decorations here and there since then, but there’s no tree. I almost ask, but that’s not why we’re here.
No small talk. No trying to get to know each other. The feeling of wanting to strip each other’s clothes off was heavy tonight. After Lainey finished her songs, we ended the night with a few more covers and then she was ready to head inside. Katherine wouldn’t loosen her grip on me though—the whole time.
It was such a strange circumstance, her not wanting to let go even after Lainey packed up her guitar. Her grip wasn’t that strong, but I wasn’t going to move if she didn’t want to. We stayed on that log for a moment longer until Lainey made moves to head into her place. It would’ve been strange to hang around the back of her house without her present, so that’s when we finally got up, hands still entwined.
I offered to drive Katherine home and she didn’t hesitate to say yes. The drive to her place was comfortably quiet, just listening to some old country music and enjoying the backroads. She still didn’t let my hand go, throughout the whole drive.
It wasn’t until I parked the truck that I turned to look at her and her bright green eyes were on me, the moon above us casting the most beautiful glow on her fair skin. Before I could ask her if I could walk her to the door, she unbuckled her seatbelt and practically jumped to me.
I pulled her closer, hands in her hair, and her soft lips tasted like peppermint.
“Lance,” she moaned, so softly I almost missed it.
“Inside?” I said with a shaky breath, and she nodded, letting me unbuckle my own seatbelt. We stumbled out of the car in a flash, and now she’s taking my hand and leading me through the house like she’s on a mission. To be fair, I am too.
I’ve never wanted anyone like this in so long. There’s a fire in my body that is wanting to touch her all over. Hear her scream and moan and thrash underneath me.
She leads us inside the bedroom and wastes no time to plop onto the bed. I grab her waist, holding tightly as I lean over and kiss her forehead. It’s delicate and intimate, not what we’re going for tonight, but it’s something I really wanted to do. When I pull away, her eyes are sparkling and she bites her lip.
“Lance,” she says again, giving me damn tunnel vision. I can only focus on her. I could easily be in an alleyway right now or one of my barn stables by the way I’m so concentrated on just her .
“Katherine,” I whisper back. The room is dark, except for the faint glow of the moon peeking through the curtains near the huge window across from the bed. Her property is on a huge plot of land, so even if we did have the lights on, no one would know what we’d be doing.
And I plan to do a lot of things to Katherine Pearson.
My hands glide down to her thighs before she grabs and brings them to the waistband of her jeans. She then wastes no time pulling her shirt over her head.
The ruby red lace makes me stuck like a deer in headlights.
Fuck, she’s enchanting.
“Like what you see, Cowboy?”
“Very much so, Darlin’.”
She giggles and it’s like music to my ears. I want to drown in her, in every way. To play fair, I pull my own long sleeve off of my body and she revels in the sight. Her eyes trace lines over my body and I shiver, feeling goosebumps rise all over my chest. She’s not even touching my skin and she’s making me react this way.
“Can I?” she asks, sitting up taller and hovering her hands in the air. I nod and she touches my chest lightly. My skin jumps for a little before my nerves calm and she places her palms flat on my skin. She explores my chest with her hands. I see her swallow for a moment and I can’t help but smirk.
“Like what you see, Darlin’?” I ask, repeating what she said to me. She nods and licks her lips.
“I like it a lot,” she answers. Her palms continue to rub all over before I grab her wrists. She looks up at me quickly and I kneel down in between her legs. I’m quiet as I place her hands to her sides and start to unbutton her jeans. She inhales quickly, her body reacting so well to me. I toss the jeans on the floor before taking in the sight of the red lace panties she’s wearing.
Like a fucking present just for me. Wrapped and ready to dive into. My fingers play with the lace waistband and she shivers.
“Fuck, Katherine. I have some very dirty fucking things to say, but also some that shouldn’t be said.”
“Shouldn’t be said? Like what?”
I pause.
I don’t know her dating history—I don’t care for it. But all I know is her and Bennett, and the way things ended. I don’t know the intricate details of it all, she can tell me when she’s ready, if she even wants to.
I don’t blame her if that’s a chapter in her book she doesn’t want to revisit. But my feelings aren’t just all sexual right now and I want her to know that, so I take a deep breath.
“I can’t believe a man let a woman like you go,” I start. “I can’t fucking comprehend it, I just can’t.”
Her legs close, tightening around me and I look up at her. She’s smiling, but there’s something else. Pain. Hurt. And comfort.
“I’m not that great, but this makes me feel better.”
I shake my head. “You deserve a man that worships you. Crawls to you. Gets on his knees for you.”
She looks at me for a moment before she half smiles. “Looks like you’re one step ahead of the rest then.”
I stay kneeled, not daring to move after she just said that. If she wants me to crawl to her later on, I will. If she commands me to do anything, I just might.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, waiting.
Her eyes study me for a moment before she grabs the waistband of her panties and pulls them down until they’re near her knees. I step back, thinking she’ll finish taking them off.
“Take them off,” she says. I listen immediately and pull them down her knees, off her feet, and toss them next to her jeans. “Now, do to me what you did last time, but better.”
I raise a brow and grab her thighs, hard . “Better?”
She nods with a glint in her eyes. “Better,” she repeats.
“Be careful what you wish for, Darlin’,” I announce before moving my palm to her lower stomach and pushing, causing her to fall back on the bed with a huff from her lips. Her thighs shake a little, tense. “Good girl.”
Her legs tighten around my torso as I trail my fingers slowly along her legs, her inner thighs, until I’m barely brushing the skin of her lower belly, right over her pussy. Fuck, my pants tighten and I need relief.
“Quit teasing and just do it,” she moans from above. I slap her thigh, hard.
“Can’t tell me to do one thing, then ask me to do another. I’m going to give it to you better. And then harder.”
“Harder?” Her voice is faint, and her body stills as I trace random outlines on the lace.
“Mhm,” I hum. “You know how.”
“Fuck, Lance,” she whispers. Before she can start commanding me to do more or even shit talk me even more, I’m burying my face in her pussy. I lick her clit, causing her whole body to jolt. My tongue knows exactly what to do to pleasure her, even though I’ve only explored her once. It feels like we’ve done this in every lifetime, but that thought alone calms me. I can have more nights to explore every inch of her body after tonight.
And I plan to.
“Lance!” She screams as I dive my tongue into her, gripping her thighs even harder. I can barely breathe, but I’ll gladly pass out like this. Let the firemen find me unconscious and buried in her pussy, please.
“Scream my name again,” I groan, pulling up for air. Fuck, it’s like I’m purposely drowning myself and I couldn’t care less.
She listens so well and screams my name as I dive back into her, licking and sucking every part of her pussy. She convulses and her thighs tighten around my neck, choking me, but I persist. Katherine is so close to her release and I can feel her, so I put more energy into getting her there. My cock is stiff, needing her lips or her pussy on it. I’ll take either, to be honest.
“Lance, I’m going to—” She moans and I suck her clit before pushing my tongue into her once more and that’s when the pressure builds and I feel her release. I taste her. Something I didn’t know I could enjoy so fucking much until now. I don’t stop tasting her, taking it all in, even when her legs are shaking and she’s grasping at my hair tightly. If she continues, she’ll for sure pull out some strands, but at this point, I don’t care.
I move my hands to insert a few fingers into her wet entrance and she jumps, leaning up. I look up from underneath my lashes and see her mouth in an ‘o’, her fiery red hair a complete mess, and her hands gripping the sheets.
“No, please, I can’t,” she begs.
“You told me you needed better,” I mumble before diving back in. She squeals and squirms beneath me and I twist my fingers inside her to hit the spongy spots that are her most sensitive.
“I-I know,” she states breathlessly. “Just didn’t t-think that it was going to be like this,” she mumbles.
“You came more times the last time we found ourselves like this. You can do it,” I praise her.
“This time,” she breathes out, “is different. And you fucking know it.”
“No,” I respond before licking her clit once more and pulling up. “I don’t.”
She’s quiet for a moment, despite her body doing all the talking. “You’re lying.”
I pause, chuckling. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Oh, you little sh—” she starts but then screams my name once more when I flick my fingers up and continue to finger fuck her into silent rebellion.
Before long she’s dripping all over my face— again— and her body is spent. But I’m not done with her yet and she knows it. She sits up, leaning on her elbows, and looks up at me once I’m standing. I unbuckle my belt and toss it to the floor. For a split second I think about tying her wrists up with it, but I want to take things slowly in that department.
I kick off my boots before going for my jeans. Her eyes watch my fingers unbutton them before they glide down my legs and I step out of them. She bites her lip and I raise a brow, waiting for her to tell me what to do next. I’m all hers for tonight—whatever she wants me to do, I’ll gladly oblige.
“There’s a condom in the bedside table,” she finally states, motioning to the table to the right of me. I nod, heading over and pulling the drawer open. I notice there’s not much content inside here except for some chapstick and a few condoms. Don’t know why I thought she’d have a vibrator or something similar in there. Maybe it’s in the one on the other side of the bed. I grab one before returning to her.
I pull down my boxers, my cock springing out, and her eyes don’t move from it. I begin to stroke it, making sure she’s watching as I gather saliva in my mouth and then spit it out slowly onto my cock. She nibbles on her lip as I stroke my cock a few more times, hanging my head back and groaning.
“I want to taste you, please,” she speaks up. I nod, and then get closer to her. Her lips perfectly align to the height of my cock and she doesn’t even need to crane her neck. Perfect.
She licks her lips once more before leaning and taking my tip. I hiss from the contact and accidentally thrust into her mouth a little.
“Fuck, sorry,” I mumble, attempting to back off, but she shakes her head and moans, grabbing my waist and pulling me into her further. Her mouth is doing wonders for my cock and I’m already close to coming—how embarrassing.
“Shit, I’m so close, Katherine. Your mouth feels incredible. Keep doing that with your tongue,” I say to her, closing my eyes again and letting my hands grip her hair, pushing my cock further into her mouth and down her throat. She motions, as if she’s adjusting with the length and trying to hold her breath. I let her move me how she wants, but I keep my grip on her hair.
After a few more seconds, I’m there and it feels so good. My cock pulses inside her mouth and I moan, letting it fill her mouth. I pull back a little so just my tip is in her mouth and she can breathe again.
“Take it all, Darlin’. Every. Last. Drop.” My words are breathless and I groan again as she licks my tip before swallowing it all. My grip loosens on her hair and she sits back.
“Come on.” She motions for me to come to her. She’s wiping her mouth and I grab the condom that must’ve fallen and begin to unwrap it. My cock is still so fucking hard, so I hope it stays this way even after she drained me.
I’m quick to put the condom on and get on top of her. Her chest is glistening with sweat and I immediately take her lace covered breasts in my mouth, one at a time.
She moves a little underneath me and she’s unclasping the bra before pulling it off and throwing it who knows where. I return my mouth to her breasts and suck on her nipples before she’s begging for more.
I line my cock up with her entrance but she pauses for a moment and I look at her.
“I know we’re using a condom and all but I just gotta tell you that I’m all clear. Just have to put it out there.”
I nod. “Me too,” I tell her. She smiles and wraps her legs around my waist to pull me closer to her. I can’t stop myself and she can’t either. My cock slides into her so easily and I hiss out loudly.
“Still so fucking wet for me, huh? You like my cock this much?”
“Yes, Lance. Fuck me. Make me come again. And again.”
I wait no further to push my whole length into her and she winces before moaning loudly. Words of praise spill out of my mouth as I fuck her deeply. The world outside becomes quiet and I’m fully focused on this moment. Her green eyes are watching me, even when she’s screaming and thrashing underneath me. She doesn’t break eye contact, not even once.
This moment seems to be veering off into a more intimate moment, but I don’t mind. It’s what I prefer. Casual sex leaves out so much. Intimacy with just eye contact alone and being so focused on one another makes for the best orgasms, in my opinion.
“Fuck, Katherine.” I groan when I feel an orgasm ready to take over.
“Come for me, Lance,” she whispers as her pussy tightens around me and I can feel her close too.
I thrust faster into her and before I know it, we’re both reaching our orgasms and our bodies shake as we come. I’m breathless, spent, and ready to sleep.
“That was—” Katherine groans when I drop on top of her, but making sure not to crush her. She continues to have her legs wrapped around me as she starts to run her fingers up and down my back.
“God, that feels so good,” I moan. “Don’t stop.” I bury my face into her neck.
“Stay the night,” she says softly. I lift my head to look at her for a moment and she’s watching me for my response. She’s scared that I’ll say no, I can feel it. I can see it written all over her face.
I can’t say no to her. I don’t know why, but I can’t.
“I’ll stay.”