16. Dempsey
16
Dempsey
K aty was fucking stunning. She told me exactly what she wanted, and I was all too willing to give it to her. I was so turned on I came when she did, and I’m not even ashamed of it. She came apart so beautifully on top of me that I couldn’t stop my body from enjoying her pleasure.
I had no intention of touching myself, even though she gave me permission. The only reason I even pulled my cock out was because it was straining against my pants, and I wanted to be free. My orgasm was the cherry on top of the icing on the cake.
Unfortunately, when it was over, I had no misconception of what it was and wasn’t. She told me she needed relief, and I gave her that. I didn’t want her to clean me up. It was my mess, not hers. I needed her to understand that I know my place with her.
I shower quickly and set up my bed. I consider sleeping on the couch, but I can’t make a habit of that. I have a bed for a reason, even if it’s only a fold-out one.
As I drift off to sleep, I almost wish I hadn’t taken a shower so I could still smell her on my skin. My memories of devouring her pussy will have to be enough.
“Viktor. No, Viktor. Come back to me.”
I jolt straight up at Katy’s yelling and grab my gun like I always do. I never assume it’s only a nightmare because the one time I let my guard down could be the day he’s come to take her.
“Viktor!”
It hurts my fucking heart that it’s always my name she’s yelling when she dreams. The door pushes open easily since I didn’t shut it when I left. It makes me more comfortable to know I can do exactly this without any extra noise. Silently, I creep in and visually sweep the room. There’s no one in here but a thrashing Katy twisted in the covers.
Since Owen isn’t here, I move to the side of the bed and tuck my gun in the back of the nightstand drawer, confirming the safety is on before I close it.
“Pepper. Katy, wake up, baby.” She never responds to her name, but I always try, just in case. I don’t want to fully startle her awake; I know it can make a nightmare worse if it doesn’t work. Calling her name first makes me feel like I’m gently walking into her subconsciousness.
Reaching over, I rub her back gently, again trying not to startle her. Once I’ve come this far and she’s still in her nightmare, I pull her to me. I love getting to hold her in the middle of the night. Sometimes, relieving her dream is as simple as holding her like this. Other times, like tonight seems like it’s going to be, I have to wake her gently.
I struggle with this part because she’s having a nightmare about me, and waking up to me holding her usually causes crying. It’s relief that I’m not in whatever nightmare her subconscious put her in, but I hate when she cries, nonetheless.
“Wake up for me Katy.” I caress my fingers down her cheek. Every touch is gentle, trying to make the transition from sleep to awake as easy as possible. Tonight, though, she’s fighting against me.
“Don’t touch him. Get away from me.”
Her arms thrash, and she kicks at the blankets. Keeping my hold firm around her, I lean us over so I can untangle the blankets from her legs. Hopefully, that will help her not feel trapped.
“Viktor.”
Her yelling has turned to pleading, and tears stain her face.
“Sweet Katy, please wake up for me. I’m right here, and I’m safe. I’m safe. Shhh.” I kiss her forehead as I rock us, continuing to whisper that I’m safe.
Her body relaxes in my arms, and I know she’s coming out of her nightmare, or at least down from it. Sometimes, she wakes up, and other times, she drifts back to dreamless sleep.
“Viktor?” There’s a slight rasp to her voice from the yelling.
“I’m right here, Pepper. I’ve got you.” I always use her nickname when she wakes. She told me once how it helps ground her because it’s not a name Shane knows. When she hears Pepper, she knows she’s safe.
“God, Viktor.” Katy’s hand balls into a fist, but there’s nothing to grab onto. I didn’t bother putting on a shirt. Instead, I grab her hand and lace our fingers together. I’ll give her comfort however I can. She stutters a breath into my chest, and I feel the wetness from her tears.
“I’ve got you, Pepper. I’ve always got you. You’re safe. I’m safe.” I kiss her forehead again, and she looks up at me.
“My Viking.”
“Your Viking.”
“Kiss me.”
“What?” She must still be asleep.
“It’s nighttime. That’s my time. Kiss me.”
Shit. She’s awake enough to remember her self-imposed rules; I’m going to assume she knows what she’s asking for.
I lean down, and she lifts her chin more to meet me halfway. When I close the distance, and our lips meet, Katy sighs a sound of pure relief. She removes her hand from mine and slides it up my chest, neck, and into my hair as she lifts her body to straddle mine.
“Katy?” I mumble into her mouth as she takes over the kiss.
“Shhh.”
Her breath on my lips tickles, and I can’t help but smile. She’s definitely awake and kissing me willingly. As she melts into me, I realize she’s completely naked. How I hadn’t noticed that until this moment shows the level of protection I have for her when it’s needed.
“Touch me, Viking.”
That fucking nickname. I know it’s what I look like, and she’s certainly not the first person to ever call me that, nor will she be the last, but knowing that she uses it as a level of control over me has my cock twitching. “Touch me.” There’s a whine of neediness to her tone, and I can’t deny her.
My hands run along her sides straight to her incredible breasts that she denied me of earlier. She fed Owen before she went out with friends, but that was hours ago, and I can feel the weight her breasts now hold. I want to taste her so fucking bad, but she only asked me to touch.
I softly caress her nipples, running the pads of my fingers back and forth, and she arches into my hands.
“More.”
“Pepper, tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Anything. Just ask.” She places her hands over mine and squeezes—not too hard, but just enough that she leaks. I stare at the creamy liquid leaking over our fingers, and I feel like a starved man.
“Clean it up.”
Without hesitation, my tongue darts out and laps at her sweet offering. It’s as heavenly as I remember, and I know the more I taste it, the harder it will be to stay away.
Katy moans and her fingers trail up the back of my neck into my hair. I love the feel of her fingers flowing through my locks. She grips my hair and pushes my head further into her breasts.
“Pepper, I’ll take it all if you’re not careful. I’m trying to restrain myself.”
“Take it all. I’ll make more by morning. Please don’t stop. I love the feel of your mouth on me.”
Her words are killing me. I want to give her everything she wants, but she knows her body better than I do. If she says she’ll make more, then I’m going to enjoy myself. Taking her left breast in both hands, I latch onto her nipple and suck long and hard.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
Katy throws her head back and moans the word. I feel her milk squirt in my mouth, and the carnal side of me takes over. I alternate between her nipples, taking and taking everything they offer me. Katy grinds on my lap, rubbing herself over my erection. I’m grateful for my orgasm earlier, or I’d probably be making a mess in my pants right now. Though it’s not stopping my cock from stiffening to uncomfortable proportions.
Katy’s breathing grows ragged, and I can tell she’s close.
“Are you going to come from grinding your needy pussy on my cock, Pepper?”
She shakes her head erratically. “No,” she breathes out. “Your…mouth.”
I growl as I dive back in and drink my fill. Her fists tighten in my hair, and the pain at my roots makes my scalp tingle.
I would give anything to be inside her right now. To feel her walls flutter around me as she orgasms. But after last night, I don’t deserve that part of her. She gave it to me, and I reacted horribly. Orgasms I can give and I can give them freely and often.
Katy’s face tenses as her orgasm crests, and her release dampens my pants. I slow my assault on her nipples until her grinding stops, and with one last kiss to each rosy tip, I sit back.
Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, and I mourn the loss of her fingers when she releases my hair.
Katy leans down and rests her forehead on mine, smiling.
“Stay with me tonight.”
Not a question. A statement.
“That’s—”
“Not against the rules if you leave before the sun comes up.”
It’s hard to argue with that logic.
Katy leans over and picks up her phone. I groan as she rubs over my still-hard cock.
“The sun rises at 6:17. If you leave by six, we aren’t breaking the rules.”
A glance at the clock shows me it’s just after two, which gives me more hours than I deserve to hold her in my arms.
“Okay.” I gently remove Katy from my lap and stand, walking around the bed.
“Where are you going?” Her eyes follow me, and I walk across the room.
“Getting a warm cloth to clean you up. I don’t want you to get a yeast infection.”
She stares at me with a shocked expression, furthering my guilt that I left her last night and didn’t do this. I left her alone with my come leaking from her and didn’t clean up the mess I made. A mistake I’ll never make again, swearing to myself to worship Katy from head to toe every fucking chance I get. Even if it’s only at night.
When I return, Katy is lying in bed staring at the ceiling. I sit on the side and caress her leg.
“Open for me.” She tries to sit up, and I place a palm on her chest. “I’ve got it. Open your legs.” She relaxes back in the pillows and spreads for me to clean her.
A hum slips past her lips, making me smile. “Does that feel good, Pepper?”
“Mmhmm,” she purrs. Doing this for her is almost as satisfying as giving her the orgasm that made the mess a necessity to clean up. “I set an alarm for you.”
“Thank you.”
I toss the cloth into the bathroom and crawl over Katy.
“Little spoon or chest to chest?”
She answers with actions instead of words. Katy crawls into my chest, tangling our legs together. There’s been many nights that I’ve fallen asleep in here after one of her nightmares, but tonight is different. Tonight, she asked me to be here with her, and even if I have to leave before the sun comes up, I’m still going to cherish every minute I can with my little Pepper in my arms.