Chapter 15
PATTERSON
She opens the door, wearing a silk robe that barely covers her thighs, and I push past her without a word. The door slams behind me, and I turn to face her, letting my eyes drag down her body slow enough to make her squirm.
“Patterson—”
“Don’t.”
I hold up a hand, and she freezes.
Her lips part, but nothing comes out.
I shove my hands in my pockets and lean against her kitchen counter, studying her apartment like I’ve got all the time in the world. Canvases are everywhere, along with paint-stained rags. An easel stands in the corner with a drop cloth covering something.
“I’m waiting,” I tell her.
“I am too,” she says, opening the silk robe and showing me her perfect, naked body.
I study the curve of her breasts, the outline of her muscles, down to her perfect pussy. She’s bare and beautiful.
“Beg,” I say.
Her eyes flash with defiance, and I watch her war with herself. Her ego fights against her physical need. I don’t move from my spot against the counter because I have all night to play this game. She wanted this arrangement; she proposed the terms, and now she’s going to follow my rules.
“Please,” she says.
I shake my head. “Pathetic.”
“Pretty please?” she offers.
“It’s almost like you don’t want this,” I tell her, sighing, then move toward the door.
Something shifts in her expression; the armor cracking enough for me to see the raw want underneath.
She takes a breath, and her voice comes out smaller when she speaks again, stripped of all that attitude she usually hides behind. “Please, Patterson. I need you to fuck me.”
“That almost sounded like you meant it,” I say.
Her hands curl into fists at her sides as she moves toward me and drops to her knees in front of me. The sight of her looking up at me from the floor, with lips parted and nipples hard, is something I’ll never forget.
“Mmm. Look what I have here. Kendall Hart on her knees for me.”
Her fingers find my belt and work it open, then the button of my jeans, then the zipper. She tugs everything down enough to free my cock, and I watch a smirk form when she sees I’m already leaking for her.
“Pretty please fuck me, break me, use me, destroy me. I belong to you, Patterson. My pussy is yours. So, please make me come so many times that I forget your name. Can I have you?”
I nod.
She feeds my cock past her lips and into her mouth and throat.
I watch every inch disappear into the wet heat of her.
I don’t thrust, don’t move at all, just let her take me at her own pace while her tongue works the underside of my shaft.
She gags slightly when I hit the back of her throat, but she doesn’t pull away.
I fist her hair tighter because I need something to hold on to as she takes me even deeper.
She moans around my cock, and the vibration shoots straight up my spine.
I let her work me for another minute, watching her cheeks hollow and her eyes water, before I pull out slowly.
A string of spit connects her swollen lips to my tip, and I swipe my thumb through it, pressing it back into her mouth and watching her suck it clean.
“Get up,” I command, and she does.
She rises on shaky legs, and I spin her around so her back is to me.
I slide the champagne-colored robe from her shoulders, letting the silk fall to a puddle at her feet.
I run my palms up her bare sides. She shivers under my touch, and I take my time exploring her body; the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the softness of her stomach.
I’ve waited years to touch her like this, and I’m not going to rush it now.
She gasps.
“Do you like how that feels?” The words come out before I can stop them, rough against her ear.
“Yes,” she whispers.
My hands find her large breasts, cupping them, testing their weight. Her nipples are already hard, and I roll them between my fingers, pinching enough to make her gasp and arch into my palms. She’s so responsive; it’s almost too easy. Every touch causes uncontrollable sounds to release from her.
I let one hand drift lower while the other stays on her breast, and I trail down her flat stomach to the heat between her thighs. When my fingers slide through her slick folds, she groans with anticipation.
“This wet already?” I circle her clit, then pull away to hear her whimper. “We’ve barely started.”
“You do this to me,” she confesses.
I reward her with two fingers sinking inside, and she clenches around me immediately, her walls gripping tight like she’s trying to pull me deeper. I curl my fingers and find that spot inside her, the one that makes her body jerk, and I press against it while my thumb works her clit.
“You’re going to come for me several times tonight,” I tell her, pumping my fingers in a steady rhythm. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight. Understand?”
She nods frantically, and I pick up the pace, fucking her with my fingers while she moans against the wall. Her hips rock back to meet each thrust, and I can feel her getting close, feel the way her thighs are starting to shake and her pussy is fluttering around my fingers. And then I pull away.
Kendall turns and stares at me. “What are you doing? I was close.”
I smirk. “I’m aware.”
“Why did you stop?” She gives me the dirtiest look, and I step forward until her back presses against the wall.
Kendall’s skin is flushed, from her cheeks to her chest. Her nipples are hard, and her thighs are pressed together, like she’s trying to create friction. The sight of her naked and wanting in front of me is something I’ll remember for a lifetime.
I drop to my knees, ready to worship her.
Her eyes widen because she wasn’t expecting this. But I need to fully taste her, and I’m done waiting.
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and spread her open before I lean in and drag my tongue across her clit.
She’s soaked, basically dripping for me. Her arousal coats my chin on the first lick, and I groan against her because she tastes so damn sweet. Her hands fly to my hair and grip tight. I pin her against the wall with one forearm across her stomach while I feast on her.
“Oh God.” Her head falls back against the wall. “Oh, fuck, Patterson, that’s so goo—”
I seal my lips around her clit and suck, and her words dissolve into a moan that bounces off the walls of her small apartment.
I work her with my tongue, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her thighs clench around my head.
When I slide two fingers inside her, she’s so tight and wet that I have to reach down and grip the base of my cock to take the edge off.
“You taste incredible.” I pull back enough to say it, watching her arousal glisten on my fingers. “I’m going to eat this pussy every time I see you from now on. Understand?”
“Yes.” The word comes out strangled. “Yes, anything. Please don’t stop.”
I bury my face between her legs again and fuck her with my fingers while my tongue works her clit. Her moans get louder and more desperate. Her hips roll against my face, and I can feel her getting close as her walls start to flutter around my fingers.
“Come in my mouth,” I tell her. “Let me taste it.”
She breaks with a cry, her body shaking while I work her through it.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I feel her pulse against my tongue.
A wave of wetness spills out of her, and I lap up every drop like I’m starving for it.
I don’t stop until she’s whimpering and pushing at my head, until she’s so sensitive that every lick makes her jerk.
I rise to my feet and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth and clutches at my shirt.
Kendall takes my hand and leads me down a short hallway, her legs unsteady beneath her.
The bedroom is small, the queen bed unmade, and the window looks out onto the city lights that paint everything in a blue glow.
I push her down onto the mattress, and she bounces once, sprawling across the sheets while I strip off my shirt and step out of my jeans.
Her eyes roam over my body in the low light, lingering on the word inked under my left pec.
RUINED.
She doesn’t ask about it again. I grab a condom from the pocket of my jeans and roll it on while she watches.
Then I’m on top of her, bracing myself on my forearms, looking down at her face.
Her hair is fanned across the pillow, and her lips are swollen from kissing me, and her eyes are so dark that they’re almost black.
“You can still end this.”
“Fuck. Me. Or I’ll find someone else,” she threatens.
I notch myself at her entrance and push forward, watching her face as I sink into her inch by inch. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes flutter closed. She’s so tight that I have to pause halfway, have to breathe through the urge to slam deep and take what I want.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes open and lock on to mine as I seat myself fully inside her. The moment stretches between us, something passing through the air as I start to move.
At first, I go slow, in long, deep strokes that let her feel every inch of me.
Her body adjusts, and then she arches into each thrust like she’s trying to pull me deeper.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and her heels dig into my ass.
She makes these broken little moans that get louder every time I bottom out.
“More.” She’s panting now. “Harder.”
I give her what she asked for, snapping my hips faster, and the sound of our bodies meeting fills the room. The headboard starts tapping against the wall, and I can’t think about anything except how good she feels, wrapped around me. I’ve waited years for this exact moment.
“I’m going to destroy you, Kendall.” I drop my mouth to her ear. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes. I fucking know,” she cries out. “I want you to.”
She moans and clenches around me.
“Tell me this, Ken Doll. When Jameson fucked you, did you imagine it was me?”
She gasps. “I want more of you.”
I slam into her, giving her everything I have. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she confesses.
“I fucking knew it.”
I shift my angle, and she cries out, her nails raking down my back, hard enough to draw blood. I memorize that angle and hit it again, and again, and again, until she’s babbling incoherently beneath me.
“Right there. Oh, I’m so …”
She shatters, and I fuck her through it, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her pussy milk my cock in waves. Before she’s even finished, I pull out and flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up until she’s on her hands and knees.
“You’re coming for me again,” I tell her and slam back inside.
I go even further and hit spots I couldn’t reach before. I grip her hips, setting a brutal pace, watching my cock disappear into her body over and over, and she pushes back to meet every thrust like she can’t get enough.
“You’re going to feel me tomorrow, Kendall.”
Her hand snakes between her legs, and she rubs her clit in frantic circles. Within a minute, she’s coming again, her face pressed into the pillow to muffle her screams.
I flip her onto her back because I want to see her face for this next part. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused; there are tear tracks on her cheeks, and she looks completely destroyed.
“One more,” I tell her.
“I can’t,” she says.
“You will.” I push back inside her, and she instantly responds to me. “Making up for lost time.”
I hook her legs over my shoulders and fold her nearly in half; this position lets me go impossibly deep. I fuck her so good that I think she might break, and even though she said she couldn’t come again, I notice the expression on her face.
“It feels different,” she mutters. “It’s warm and—oh, fuck. Patterson …”
Her protests turn into moans, moans turn into whimpers, whimpers turn into my name repeated over and over like a prayer.
“Patterson. Yes, yes, yes. More.”
Her entire body tenses up. I’m close now too. My balls tighten as that familiar pressure builds at the base of my spine.
She breaks at the same moment I do, her pussy clamping down on my cock as I empty myself into the condom with a groan that tears out of my chest. The orgasm whites out my vision, and I collapse on top of her, both of us shaking and breathing like we ran a marathon.
“Fuck,” she breathlessly cries out as I continue to pump into her.
The sheets are soaked from her squirting all over my cock.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, in her bed, ruined together, before I roll off her and dispose of the condom in the bathroom. When I come back, she hasn’t moved, just lies there, staring at the ceiling with that glazed expression that makes me want to climb right back on top of her.
Instead, I sit on the edge of the bed and reach for my jeans.
“I really fucking hate you,” I say. This ritual almost feels complete.
“I hate you too.” She grins, wrecked beyond recognition. “So, so, so fucking much.”
“Keep it that way.”
I pull on my clothes, aware of her eyes on my back, aware of how easy it would be to stay. To curl around her and sleep and wake up and do this all over again. That’s not what this is though. That’s not the arrangement.
“For the next away stretch.” Her voice stops me as I’m reaching for my shirt. “Philly, DC, Chicago. I’m traveling with the team.”
I turn to look at her. She’s pulled the sheet up to cover herself, which seems ridiculous after what we did.
I process that she’ll be on the road with me across three cities and multiple nights.
“Make sure our rooms connect,” I demand.
She blinks and tilts her head at me. “How am I supposed to—”
“Figure it out.” I pull my shirt over my head. “You’re smart.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“And you came several times, so I don’t think you actually mind.” I lean down and pull her bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it before pulling away.
“I hate that you have so much control over me.”
“No, you don’t. You enjoy it.”
I leave without looking back because if I do, I might stay and fuck her until the sun rises.
When I step onto her street, I take a breath that feels different.
This was supposed to be fucking her out of my system and burning off the tension. I want to get her out of my blood so I can move on. But as I climb into the back of the car with the taste of her still on my tongue and scratches still stinging my back, I already know that won’t happen.
I didn’t remove her. Tonight, I ensured I’ll never fucking be free of her.
And the worst part is, I don’t think I want to be.