Chapter Fifteen #2
She tastes like chocolate, ginger, and sugar.
It’s sweet, and she’s right, it tastes like Christmas.
Our hands explore one another’s bodies. Mine settle on her thighs, still wrapped around me, and I pull her to the edge of the bench.
She’s in shorts and a long-sleeve tee, a V-neck in the fabric showing a peek of her breasts.
I run my tongue down her neck and over her collarbone, and moan when I realize she’s covered herself in icing sugar.
“You’re the messiest baker in the world,” I say against her skin as I lick, and suck, and kiss any exposed spots. “You have icing sugar dusted all over you.”
“I may have had trouble opening the bag,” she replies breathlessly.
“Mm,” I hum. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she tugs, guiding me back to her mouth. My tongue dives in, and I immediately get another hit of the chocolate. “I think I might have to fuck you on this counter, then I can cook you dinner.”
“Yes. Yes,” she moans as my fingers tug her shorts and panties to the side. I run a single finger up through her folds, finding her soaking. Her mouth opens, and I bite down on her lip as I push inside her. Immediately, she clenches around me.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling her tighten. “You’re so ready for me. Already.”
“I have been thinking about this all day.”
“Oh, yeah? Was I a distraction?” I suck on the base of her neck as I slowly push in and out of her. She moans, stretching her neck to allow me more access.
“Uh-huh. I dropped three glasses today because I couldn’t get you out of my head.” She squirms on the counter, inching closer and rolling her hips in time with my fingers, chasing more friction.
“You did?” I smile as I pull back, my pace slowing. Katie whines and sets her gaze on me. Her hair is a mess from my fingers, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkle as she nods at me. “Maybe I should stop. I don’t want to cause you any more accidents at work.”
I pull my hand away, out of her shorts, and I feel her thighs tighten around me. “Don’t you dare.”
“Say please.”
“What?” She leans forward, her arms still circling my neck.
“Say.” I kiss her again, a light peck on the lips that leaves her chasing me for more. “Please.” I snake my hand back into her shorts, teasing her clit with my fingers. She crumbles, and fuck, if I don’t love the way her head rolls against my shoulder.
“Please,” she moans. “Please.”
I’ve been waiting for this moment. Ever since she knew what she was doing with the ice cream spoon and her tongue, I’ve been waiting to use these words against her. “I love it when you beg.”
I smirk and pull away.
Unlike her that night, though, I bend down and rifle through the bottom drawer, pulling out a box I know I buried in here ages ago. Condoms.
The moment I stand straight, Katie’s hands are flying to my jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them over my ass.
With the condom held between my teeth, I hook my fingers onto the waistband of her shorts and tug them down her legs.
I step out of my jeans and flick them away, her shorts landing on top.
I run my palms up her warm thighs, over her hips, and under her shirt, pushing it up until she finally gets the point and rips it off over her head. I pull the condom from my teeth, opening the wrapper.
Just as I’m about to roll it over my achingly hard cock, Katie takes it from my hands and does it herself. Her small hands on my cock make me groan.
“Fuck.” I hook my hands beneath her knees and pull her toward the edge of the counter, lining up with her opening. “Put me inside you,” I demand in a rough voice.
She fists my cock, pumping twice before she obliges. I thrust forward, sinking into her in one go. Katie’s forehead drops to my shoulder, and her arms lock tightly around me. My hands stay firmly wrapped around her thighs as I pump in and out, getting as deep as I can.
Her moans are muffled into my skin, but they seep into my bones. Her noises, her breaths. Everything. I tighten my grip, and she does the same. She rolls her hips, seeking every thrust I give her.
“Will you think about this tomorrow?” I rasp in her ear. “Will you think about how good I fuck you while you pour beers for other men?”
“Yes,” she says, biting down on my shoulder. She actually sinks her teeth into my skin, but it only spurs me on. I pump harder, faster. I’m practically holding her off the bench now as I thrust deep into her and she clenches around me. “Don’t stop,” she cries.
“Tell me how good it is. Tell me how good this feels.” How good we feel, I almost say, but I hold back. I kiss her neck, sucking at the spot that always makes her cry out.
“So good. Fuck.”
I pump faster, feeling my release begin to build in the base of my spine. Heat crawls over my skin, steaming from the tracks Katie’s nails leave in their wake as she claws at my back. Sweat builds between us, our bodies moving together.
“Come for me, Rockstar. Scream for me.”
And she does.
Katie collapses against me, her pussy pulsing as she comes all over my cock.
No more than a second later, I follow. I kiss her, placing her back on the counter and slowly pulling out.
Quickly, I deal with the condom and find myself back between her legs, kissing her as I run my hands up her thighs again.
It’s my favorite thing to do, feeling the soft skin that’s always warm and inviting.
I run a finger through her folds, catching some of her cum before I bring it to my lips, sucking the finger clean.
She watches every movement, fire in her eyes. We will definitely be going round two in the shower.
“Such a messy girl,” I tease, using the same finger to trace along her bottom lip.
“You’re a fucking tease, Reed.” She smiles as she leans forward, kissing me senseless. I grip her thighs, lifting her into my arms, and I carry her upstairs.
***
Katie curls into my body, her head resting against my shoulder and her hand on my chest. I trace patterns on the back of that hand, tracing up and down her fingers, over her red nails.
Months ago, when she moved in, her nails were red then, too.
Then one day, she came home with these bright blue nails.
Two weeks later, they were orange, then yellow, then green. Now, they’re red again.
I like them red. They look good wrapped around my cock.
After we added to the mess in the kitchen earlier this evening, we showered and dressed in sweatpants and hoodies.
Katie in my clothes is a huge turn on. She then curled into the cushions on the couch and turned on some show she’d decided we’ve got to watch while I cleaned up her baking explosion in the kitchen and made us dinner.
We watched an episode, and then when I fell asleep during the second one, she turned the TV and the lights off, took me by the hand, and led me to bed. I watched her strip out of the sweats and switch them for a T-shirt that she stole from my closet before she slipped into bed.
As I climbed in beside her, she curled into me, and here we are.
It’s late, but with no clouds tonight, her face is illuminated by the moonlight streaming into the room.
Her hair fans out behind her, covering the pillow.
It’s her pillow because she’s slept in my bed every night since Thanksgiving.
Her long eyelashes flutter against her cheeks, and her eyes move as she dreams. Watching her sleep is now my favorite pastime, and some nights, I need to remind myself that I have to be up for practice the next morning and that sleep is important.
Regardless, I’m in no hurry for her to leave my bed.
A buzzing sounds, and I jolt a little as it echoes through the quiet room. The light from Katie’s phone brightens the ceiling, and I groan when it doesn’t immediately stop. I gently roll her off my shoulder and lean on my elbow, looking at the name on the phone.
Grant.
Fucking Grant is calling her. I squint as the phone illuminates and buzzes again. Eleven p.m. It’s eleven at night, and this guy is blowing up her phone. What the actual fuck?
I lean further up, wanting to grab the phone and answer it, and find out what the fucker wants from her.
But, as it rings and I lean over Katie, I look down at her, peacefully sleeping, and change my mind.
I could answer the phone, have a blow-up with her ex, and then fight with her about the blow-up with her ex.
Or, I could leave it alone.
I could wait for her to trust me enough to let me in on why the guy won’t stop calling her.
She turns in her sleep, giving me her back, and she shuffles back on the bed toward me.
I sigh, dropping back to my pillow and wrapping my arm around her waist. I pull her back to my chest and bury my face in her hair, trying to forget about her shitty ex.
As long as she’s here, in my bed and not his, then I’m winning whatever fight I’m in for Katie Murphy’s heart.