Chapter 16
Kat
When Michael’s set was up, Mav stood up and dragged me from the booth.
“Time to dance, Kitty Kat.”
“Woah, woah. I do not dance.” I tried to pull back, but he held me close.
My hips were pressed against his and I was forced to sway in time with him as he moved. “Sure you do.”
I glanced around the room, my face heating. “No really, I have two left feet. I can’t stick to a beat and end up looking silly. I just don’t move that way.”
His right hand lowered, cupping my ass and bringing me closer. His lips brushed against my ear as he leaned down. “You can’t fool me, Kitty Kat.” I let out a shaky exhale as his warm breath hit my neck. “I felt you grinding on my ass when you were on the back of my bike.”
My body moved at the memory, aided by the slight buzz of the second martini.
“That’s it. Loosen up. You wanted me to push you, remember?”
My shoulders softened and I followed his lead as the songs played.
He kept our movements slow and sensual, a stark contrast to the couples grinding and damn near fucking on the dance floor.
Being in Mav’s arms made it difficult to worry about anything else.
The tension I usually carried eased, and I found myself experiencing a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in years.
Also horny. Peace and horniness. It was an interesting combination.
“No, no, no,” he teased. “You’re thinking again. When you’re in my arms, you just need to feel.” His hand rubbed over my ass, dangerously flirting with the bottom of my hem. If he wasn’t careful, I’d flash everyone with my thong. I probably should have thought through and gone with boy short panty.
Thwack.
My pussy clinched at the sting of his palm against my cheeks. While my mind had wandered off, his fingers had slipped under my dress.
“What did I tell you? No thinking.”
I rested my head against his chest and nodded, content to enjoy the feel of his hand against my skin. He pulled back slightly as his hand skittered to my front. He palmed my pubic bone, groaning as his finger brushed against the thin scrap of fabric.
“Oh, Kat, are you wet for me?” He brushed the panty aside and dipped a finger into my core. I squeezed, and a moan slipped out before I could stop it.
“Stop,” I panted. “We can’t do that here. We’re in public.”
He paused, his brown eyes boring into mine. “Babe. Michael left after his one hour was up. You’re about to see the real MC. Some guys take it back to the room. Most don’t bother.”
My pulse skipped, and I looked around the room with renewed interest. “There’s going to be an orgy?”
His movements stopped as he stared at me with a look of shock. “You into that kind of thing?”
A soft laugh escaped me. “Well, I don’t want to be in one. It seems a bit… chaotic. But I wouldn’t be opposed to, you know, watching one. For science. I’ve never seen one and Country Kat is all about learning new things.”
He nodded, his lips kissing my cheek as he went back to stroking my clit. “Sure, babe. I’d call that voyeurism. But you can stick with science if it makes you more comfortable.”
He added another finger and thoughts of anything else flew from my mind. I tightened my arms around his neck, my nails sinking in as he continued to wind me up.
“Fuck, Kat. Scratch me with those claws.”
I was getting close, so fucking close, but I needed more.
I needed him deeper. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his, providing him with better access.
The new angle allowed me to grind against his hand, moving faster as he pressed his thumb against my clit.
The world could have crashed around us and I wouldn’t have noticed.
“That’s it, Mav, don’t stop. I’m— Oh fuck.” My orgasm hit like a freight train, crashing over my entire body. My walls clamped down on his fingers, as if my pussy never wanted him to leave. And I had to say, I agreed with her.
As I came down from the high, I lowered my leg, needing both feet on the ground. If that’s what his fingers were capable of, I’d love to experience what that giant snake in his pants could do.
He slid his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. “Delicious,” he said, licking each one. Hottest moment of my life.
His jeans were tented. Like, three-ring circus tented. And I wanted to climb that pole.
I licked my lips, lifting my gaze to stare into his gorgeous brown eyes “That was incredible, but, um…” I glanced around the bar. “Didn’t you say you lived here? Can we go to your room?”
He chuckled. “Absolutely.”
He guided me through a locked door and toward a set of stairs, insisting I climb up first. I’m sure that was intentional and he got a good look under my dress. But I didn’t mind. He was about to see a whole lot more.
“Third one on the right.” We reached his suite together and he pulled a key from his pocket to unlock the door.
His space was larger than I’d expected. We walked into a living area with a large sofa, a television, and a small breakfast nook.
It was sparse but clean, a lot like my condo.
I spent most of my time at the office, and even when I was home, I was still focused on work.
I hadn’t even realized how sterile my home was until I moved in with Dad. Was Mav the same?
“Bathroom’s to the left,” he said as he grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the door next to the couch. “And this,” he opened another door, “is the bedroom.”
Another basic room, but it had the essentials. Dresser, desk, bookshelf, and the most important part, a king-sized bed.
“Nice place.”
He backed me up against the bed until the mattress hit the back of my knees. I raised my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
“It’s a place to sleep.” He reached for the bottom of my skirt and lifted my dress over my head.
“Is that why you brought me here?” I shimmied out of my thong while he removed his cut and laid it carefully on his dresser. With one arm, he reached behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head. Sex on a stick, indeed.
I sat on the mattress and reached for the zipper of my boots.
“Uh-uh, Kitty Kat.” He bit his bottom lip and shook his head. “Those stay on.”
Fine by me; I knew these were a solid investment.
I flicked the clasp of my bra and tossed it over with my dress and thong.
Then I leaned back onto my elbows and spread my legs into a vee while I watched him finish undressing.
Mav lost his boots and jeans in record time.
His boxer shorts came off and I nearly swallowed my tongue.
I knew he was packing behind those jeans, but damn.
Everything about the man’s body was hot.
He had a giant tribal tattoo on his left pec that extended to his shoulder.
His muscles were chiseled and that six pack I’d felt earlier was even better than I’d imagined.
He had a light dusting of dark hair across his chest that got thicker below his navel, leading to straight to the happy land of his giant cock.
I was so turned on I was practically dripping.
“Condom?”
He opened the top drawer in his dresser and grabbed a black and gold foil wrapper.
Now that’s what I’m talking about.
He licked his lips and stared at my pussy. And as much fun as I knew that would be, I wanted something else right now.
“Mav, if you don’t fill me up with that ten-inch cock right this second, I will leave this room and find someone who will.” Not really, but a little white lie was necessary sometimes.
His eyes narrowed. “The fuck you will,” he growled, tearing the top of the wrapper open with his teeth. I tried not to drool as he rolled the condom over his massive length. He moved to the edge of the bed, his cock jutting out.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking care not to scratch him with my heel. His cock pushed into my entrance, the sting causing my lust to blaze in the most delicious way. Fuck he was huge, by far the biggest guy I’d been with. Good thing I was an overachiever.
I raised my hips, shuddering as I took him all the way to the hilt.
I was completely full in the best way, and I had a feeling this man was about to ruin me for anyone who tried to come after.
But that was a problem for another day. At that moment, I had no problems. All I had was this man, this bed—
“Kat, I don’t want to see the wheels turning in that pretty little head of yours when my cock is buried in your pussy.”
“Mav!”
“I’m serious, babe. In this moment, it’s just you and me.” His hips rolled and he began a slow and steady rhythm. “You got me?”
I moaned, my eyes rolling back. “Yeah,” I breathed.
“Good, because I’ve got you too.”
My heart bloomed dangerously in my chest, but I buried it back down. This was not the time or place for those kinds of feelings.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Mav groaned. “It’s like you were made for me.” His pace quickened and the telltale tingles began to light up my core.
“Yes,” I cried. “Right there.” He was hitting a spot no man had found before and it was glorious.
My thighs shook and I breathed out a soft O as my orgasm wracked my body in waves.
Mav’s thrusts increased and it wasn’t long before he followed me into oblivion.