Chapter Thirty-Three Katy
Chapter Thirty-Three
Katy
Later that night, Katy had finally tidied up the apartment and lit some candles, ready for a night of passion with Cobi, the six-foot-six basketball player who’d promised to have her walking like John Wayne and screeching like Mariah Carey by the end of the night.
Ella was spending an overnight at Jimmy’s after her traumatic, unexpected encounter with Philip, and Zola was pottering around the apartment, looking lost. Katy had noticed she was far more subdued than usual and wondered if the whole Curtis saga was finally taking its toll on her friend.
‘How’s it looking?’ Katy asked Zola, who was slipping on her trainers.
Zola glanced around, smiling. ‘First time you’ve tidied, I’m impressed!’
‘I don’t have to tidy normally, not when Ella lives here.’ Katy shrugged. ‘OK, so I’ve shaved, tanned, moisturised and stretched. This man is filthy, Zola!’ A wide, overhyped grin spread across Katy’s face as she pulled out her phone. ‘I asked him what he wanted to do with me. You wanna hear it?’
Zola turned in disgust, her face screwed up. After Curtis, the absolute last thing she was thinking about was sex.
‘And he said, when he turns up, he wants me to answer the door completely naked. I’m not to say a word, just let him fuck me up.’ Katy was covering her mouth like this was the sort of romantic fantasy she’d always dreamed of.
‘You’re not going to, are you?’ Zola asked. ‘What if Ella forgets something and walks in with Jimmy and you have the beef curtains out?’
‘Ew.’ Now Katy screwed up her face, but it was fleeting as a dirty smile soon returned. ‘I think I am, Zo. It feels liberating, you know. Out here in New York, in a stunning apartment. Look at that view . . .’
‘Exactly, that view is enough, babe. You don’t know this guy. What if you don’t fancy him and you’ve already shown him your goods?’
Katy huffed and returned to reading her messages.
‘“My big dick is so hard for you right now, baby. Are you sure you have what it takes to let twelve inches inside of your cute little pussy?”’ Her grin looked almost evil, like it had been carved up to her eyebrows.
‘Of course, I’ll fancy him. He has a twelve-inch cock, Zo!
What’s not to fuckin’ fancy? I’d open the door nude to Boris Johnson and shag him if he had a twelve-incher, for fuck’s sake. ’
‘Right, whatevs. When is Mr Twelve Inches arriving?’ Zola asked, pulling on her coat. ‘I’m going back to the office to help Ethan with the last part of the app.’
Katy looked at her watch. ‘He’s en route – to,’ she held out her fingers, quoting him once more, ‘“fuck me right up.”’ She let out a screech of happiness.
‘Oh, God.’ Zola rolled her eyes. ‘I don’t think I ever want a man near me again.’
‘Have you heard anything from Curtis?’ Katy asked, tugging off her top and admiring her naked torso in the reflection of the glass windows.
‘Not for three days, and I’m cool with that.’ She shrugged. ‘It’s done.’
But Katy knew her friend was still hurting. What he’d done was awful; there was no going back for Zola. She was strong, independent and deep. Now she just had to find herself again.
‘You are dealing with it so well, Zo. Like so well. He’s a fucking useless prick.’ Katy was hobbling, pulling off her leggings while still standing up. Zola watched on, shaking her head as Katy stood there with only her thong on.
‘You’re really answering the elevator to him naked?’ she asked.
‘Yup.’ Katy grinned. ‘And I have extra-large johnnies at the ready,’ she said, gesturing to the stack of rubbers piled up on the sideboard.
Zola giggled at the sight, shaking her head. ‘Well, at least you’re being safe! But I’m going before the flaps come out. Let me know you’re OK, yeah?’ she warned, pointing a finger towards her friend as she left the apartment.
Katy stepped out of her thong and stood entirely stark-bollock naked in the centre of the living room.
She paced a few steps back and forth, wafting her hand from her fanny up to her nose, ensuring there were no unpleasant odours.
She rocked back and forward on her feet, feeling a tingle of nerves and sheer sexual excitement, then picked up her phone.
COBI TINDER: That pussy better be waiting to be ripped apart! I’ve not stopped thinking of fuckin’ you hard all day!
Jesus, how explicit, she thought. What if she couldn’t handle it? What if he was too big and she had to tap out? OK, calm, she ordered herself, breathing deeply. She wanted this – she wanted thrilling, no-strings-attached, amazing sex.
COBI TINDER: Walking into the elevator now. Be ready.
Fuck. She could feel her heart pick up. Her eyes focused on the numbers above the elevator counting their way up to thirty-one.
Jesus, how should I stand? She lay with her legs wide open on the couch – fuck, too dirty, she thought, jumping up.
The numbers had stopped moving. Fuck. She scrambled onto the wooden floor in the centre of the room, bent over, arse out in his direct view.
‘Katy?’ His accent seemed a lot softer than the bull-dozing sex fiend she’d anticipated.
‘Yeah?’ she replied, looking over her shoulder and catching a glimpse of the tall, skinny man who seemed entirely shocked by her chocolate starfish greeting. ‘I’m ready for you, big boy! There’s plenty of rubbers for you to use!’ she moaned as sexily as she could.
‘Yeah, sweet.’ He stumbled across the room, pulling off his denim jacket, then kicking off his Jordans. Katy could hear his steps as he circled the place.
‘Cobi, get over here!’ she called, feeling the hard wooden floor begin to hurt her wrists and knees.
‘Yeah, yeah. I’m here, girl.’
She heard him walk up behind her and glanced at his naked body. He was tapping his limp dick up and down on her arse, as if praying it would spring into action. She sat back on her bottom and faced him.
‘Do you want this dirty wee bitch to suck him good?’ She bit her lip, feeling sexy.
Cobi was an average-looking guy, tall but more like six foot.
There was no way he was six foot six without his Jordans.
She leaned in, moaning as she held his dick; it flopped to the side of her hand like an uninspired slug.
Maybe he’s a grower, she thought. After all, Cobi had promised she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week once he had his way with her.
She began sucking him, managing to get to his stomach without a gag in sight.
‘Mmm . . .’ she moaned, breaking the quietness of the room.
‘Do you like that?’ she asked, running her tongue up his ever-so-slightly aroused penis.
‘Do you like me tongue fucking your big – emmm . . . your cock?’ She realised how very far from big it actually was at present.
Cobi seemed distracted; he was clearly trying hard to concentrate and didn’t seem to like the dirty talk despite being full of that patter all afternoon.
‘One second, I got to take my time, let me pace, girl.’ He stepped back, turned his body from her and started violently wanking in the middle of the room.
Katy watched on, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
Jesus, he was breathing through his teeth, baring them like some crazed animal, hoping his dick would rise.
Slowly, very slowly, his slug’s body was growing thicker and beginning to take shape.
Katy was twisting her neck, watching on at every tug, wondering when she’d be able to join in.
‘Cobi?’ Katy eventually said, feeling that the quiet chugging and panting noises echoing around the apartment were rather awkward when she wasn’t involved.
She was wondering if he had completely forgotten about her and was now simply enjoying his wank alone.
‘Where do you want me?’ She stretched out her body like a gymnast, hoping that some weird, creative position would be on offer.
He didn’t say a word, just ripped open the extra-large condom that, once in situ, made his dick look like a chipolata in a pop sock, hobbled on top of her missionary-style and started thrusting.
She lay there, feeling her body move up and down the floor, which was now sticking to her back, watching him sweat as he pounded in complete silence.
As his face scrunched up, she examined the clothes on the floor.
Maybe I should have offered him a drink?
she thought. Or played music. I wonder what music he likes? It does seem awfully quiet in here.
After a few more minutes, Katy started making some seriously sexy noises.
‘Oh yeah, yeah,’ she panted. ‘That feels so good!’ She was straight-up faking, hoping maybe all he needed was some encouragement to get filthy.
‘Mmmmm . . . Do you like how wet I am?’ she continued, not even sure if she was. ‘Cobi, aghhh,’ she called out. ‘Your dick is so big, I love it.’
Still no reply.
‘Does my pussy feel good?’ she asked, squinting her eyes up to him.
He seemed distracted, like he was shagging a rubber doll; evidently, he wanted zero interaction.
So, like a true sport, she stopped trying. She lay back for a few more minutes, only feeling the weight of him on top of her, before she’d finally had enough.
‘OK, Cobi, stop, stop.’ She shook her head and sat herself up, forcing him to fall to the side.
‘You promised me this big bad night of filth, and you can’t even make eye contact!
’ She covered her breasts up with her hands as if he hadn’t been welcomed by her arsehole instead of her face ten minutes earlier.
‘Huh?’ Cobi mumbled, seemingly completely confused.
‘Huh?’ Katy spat back. ‘Get your stuff, please.’ She pointed to the lift and sighed.
‘What are you doing? You wanted this!’ he said, pulling on his jeans and slipping his feet back inside his trainers.
‘I wanted to be fucked!’ she shouted.
‘I was fucking you!’ he hissed back. ‘You’re fucking crazy, girl.’ He headed to the lift, looking over his shoulder in case she turned completely psycho.
‘Call that fucking?’ she snapped. ‘Well, you’re a fucking fraud! Did you AI those texts? Because you’ve shown up here with a Temu dick!’
He slipped into the elevator without another word, the door closing behind him. Katy let out a huge groan, flopping back onto the cold floor.
‘Why, God? Why?’ she called out. ‘Why can’t I even get a decent no-strings-attached shag?’