25. Jay
Chapter twenty-five
Jay
S he finally agreed to let me cook her dinner. Not that she’s been refusing—I suppose if we’re honest here, I’m the one who finally grew big enough balls to actually invite her.
I have sea bass fillets in the fridge, along with a fresh salad and a lemon and caper dressing. I have a bottle of wine on ice and a candle lit on the breakfast bar between the two place settings. It’s nothing fancy, just one of those lemon kitchen candles mum swears by when she’s cooking fish or something equally pungent. But it bathes the space in a warm glow, and that glow, coupled with the anticipation of being in Katy’s presence again, is definitely giving me some impure and improbable thoughts.
But she’s late. And now I’m pacing circles around my tiny studio flat, wondering if she’s going to show up, or whether she’s chickened out, or she’s standing me up. We’ve texted plenty this week, but we haven’t managed to see each other between me working in the evenings and Katy’s classes starting. The lack of contact has my thoughts spiralling. Maybe, if I see her again, we’ll laugh about this someday. Or maybe I’ll just avoid her for the rest of our lives.
She hasn’t even texted.
Thirty-five minutes after she was due to arrive, there’s a persistent buzzing at the intercom, and when I pick it up, my heart and stomach unclench in tandem. I hadn’t even realised how tense I’d been, but hearing her voice, safe and sound, has my shoulders relaxing and I take my first deep breath for a while. I buzz her up and she barrels into my space, still clad in her work uniform with a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, my absolute fuckwad night supervisor no-showed so I had to stay late, I’m so sorry,” her apology comes out in a rush. She’s breathless and pink-faced and absolutely fucking gorgeous. I’m stunned into silence for a few seconds after she speaks, so she tears her black Sketchers off her feet and holds them between her fingers as she crosses the room.
“Can I change in your bathroom quickly?”
“Sure.” I nod. “Of course.” I point like she doesn’t already know where it is from her previous visits, and as she slips away behind a closed door, I take a deep breath. Or three. Just the sight of her has my breath catching in my throat, leaving me almost dizzy. She’s fucking beautiful. She’s whip-smart and she’s so funny my stomach aches from laughing whenever we talk, and I’m about to spend an entire evening with her. Here. In my home. By fucking candlelight.
I’m already wound so tight that when she emerges a few moments later in tight leather-look leggings, a grey tee that looks buttery soft, hanging off one shoulder and hugging her hips, and her hair free from its messy ponytail with gentle waves held back from her face with a small cloud-shaped pin, I feel like I could come in my pants like a horny teenage boy. I swallow hard. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, in leggings, a T-shirt, and thick fuzzy socks.
“What?” she asks. Her hands reach for the ends of her hair and she bites her lower lip self-consciously. I stare for another second, drinking her in. Her face, free from makeup but for a slick of something glossy and sheer pink on her lips; her hips and bum, curvy and perfectly grabbable, and her legs, strong and shapely in those sinfully skintight leggings. Fuck .
Something happens when her eyes meet mine. The ground shifts beneath us, and in an instant, I know I'll never be the same again. We'll never be the same again.
Fuck the sea bass.
“Come here,” I say, taking a step towards her, then two, and then we cross the room to each other, bodies crashing together as I grab her face with my hands and seal my lips against hers. God, this woman. This kiss . She returns the kiss and opens for me immediately, her mouth warm and soft and pliant. She tastes like warm fruit and spices and I moan into her mouth. She lifts a leg over my hip and pulls me closer, like our bodies flush from head to toe isn’t enough, and she pushes her belly against the ridge of my dick, already rock hard and leaking in my pants.
I don’t know what she’s done to me after one fucking kiss, but I can’t even breathe with the way I want this woman.
I lift her and she wraps her legs fully around my waist, tipping her head back so I can kiss my way down the line of her jaw, her neck, those collarbones that drive me fucking wild. One of my hands roams beneath her shirt and unhooks her bra, flipping up the cup to release her tits and I moan against her throat as I take one in my hand. They’re the perfect fucking handful, her skin impossibly soft and nipples already hardening. I pinch one between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it as I suck hard against her throat, and she works trembling fingers against the buttons of my shirt.
“Off,” I demand, dropping her to her feet and tugging at her shirt. I remove her bra with it, and then remove mine, and fuck , she’s even more beautiful than I imagined. Her tits are soft, perky, covered with light, creamy skin and her nipples are the most incredible shade of pink like her thoroughly-kissed lips. There’s a red bruise already blooming on her throat from my mouth and I burst with feral pride. I bend to take one of her nipples in my mouth and she gasps, hands flying to my belt and tugging it open. With one hand on her back, holding her to me, and my thigh between hers, I walk her back towards the bed, using my other hand to pop the buttons on my jeans.
Jesus fucking Christ , the sound of her soft whimpers is making me even harder.
I encourage her onto the bed and I push her back so she’s lying against the stack of pillows, tits flattening against her body and nipples pointing right at me. Her lips curve into a smile as she reaches for me and I follow her down, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and underwear and pulling them over her ankles. I toss them away and she stiffens suddenly, clenching her thighs, twisting her hips to turn away from me. For a fraction of a second, I’m afraid she’s having second thoughts, that I’ve taken things too far. But then she reaches for me, pulls me down and kisses me hard, and I realise she’s trying to distract me from her body. The way I feel about the state of my legs is the way she sees herself. I kiss her one more time before I sit back on my heels.
“Don’t hide from me, Princess,” I murmur with one hand on her stomach, stilling her movements. “You’re beautiful. Let me look at you.”
She sucks in a shaky breath before nodding, relaxing her lower body and letting her knees drop open again. Beautiful is an understatement. Beautiful is the only word I can come up with, but Katy Keller is so much more than that. My throat constricts when I finally see her, laid out and hungry for me. She’s so far beyond beautiful it’s almost laughable, but the word will have to suffice.
With one hand under each knee, I lift them and plant her feet on the mattress so I’m kneeling between her legs. Her pink pussy glistens and I swallow a moan. I ghost a finger over her wet folds, collecting the evidence of her arousal, and then bring it to my mouth and suck it clean. This time, the moan falls from my lips, low and long. Her eyes slam closed and she pushes her head back into the pillows.
“So wet for me, Princess. You taste fucking delicious,” I whisper roughly. The taste of her is like a drug. I need more. My dick twitches in my pants, painfully hard and aching for attention, but I ignore it. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen is naked in front of me. I lean in, bringing one of her knees over my shoulder for better access. I flatten my tongue and with one long lick, I taste her from her entrance to her clit, finishing with a gentle nip at the sensitive nerves. She writhes beneath me, a high, keening sound coming from her mouth as her skin flushes pink to match her pussy. I can’t get enough. I lick again and my dick protests, desperate for release. I can’t take it anymore. I stuff my hand in my pants and pull it free, pumping and groaning.
She opens her eyes and smirks softly.
“Eating me out gets you hard, soldier?”
My eyes lock on hers. Her brown irises are so dark with desire I can barely tell them apart from her pupils.
“ You get me hard, Princess,” I tell her, fisting my dick roughly. “This fucking body. That mouth. That brain of yours.”
My balls tighten and draw up and I drop my dick immediately. I will not come after just two licks of that fucking pussy. Her scent surrounds me like a blanket and I can still taste her on my tongue and it’s dizzying. Intoxicating. I don’t know what I want to do next. I want to fuck her with my tongue, I want to drink her juices, I want to lick until she’s writhing and screaming my name beneath me. She pulls me closer with her leg still hooked over my shoulder and I dive straight in, acting purely on instinct and spearing my tongue inside her.
Fuck .
She screams my name, bucking her hips to meet my face and I press them down with my hands, plunging my tongue in and out. She’s soft and warm and fuck, she’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I wrap my lips around her, sucking, licking, plunging, and she cries out again, pushing her hips up against my hands. She hooks her other leg over my shoulder and locks her ankles behind my neck, pulling me closer until my face is buried in her pussy, my head bracketed by her thighs.
Fuck, this is how I want to go. Suffocated by this woman’s beautiful cunt, and I’ll fucking thank her for the privilege. I fuck her thoroughly with my mouth, holding her hips with one hand on her pelvic bone and bringing the other to circle her clit. I can tell from the tension in her body and the way her thighs are trembling around my face that she’s close, and I need to feel her come on my tongue more than I need oxygen.
I’m aching for my own release but it barely even registers as I continue to plunge in and out, licking up and down her slit. She’s so fucking wet I can’t lick her clean before she’s flooding my mouth with more, and with one firm press of my thumb, she squeezes hard, and her whole body convulses. She screams my name and God’s together, a long, loud howl as she falls apart, and I curl my tongue inside her, desperate to milk every single drop.
I’ve never been so turned on by going down on a woman before. I’ve never been so turned on without being inside someone, without her even touching me, but this fucking woman, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met—my little sister’s best fucking friend—is naked, writhing, screaming my name and coming so hard my tongue aches, and my dick is so painfully hard I think it might be turning blue.
A minute later, she stills, but for the occasional quaking aftershock, and she releases me from the grip of her thighs. Her legs drop to the side, and the room is silent but for her heaving breaths. I shuck my jeans and underwear and then crawl up her body as she lifts her head, brown eyes locking with mine as I suck a nipple into my mouth. Even her tits taste incredible. She tugs at my hair, pulling my head away from her chest and up to her mouth, crushing our lips together.
“Fuck,” she whispers against my mouth. “Fuck, I never thought…” I silence her with another kiss. “I’ve never tasted myself like this.”
“You like the way you taste, Princess?” I ask.
“I like the way I taste on you,” she says, and she captures my mouth in another bruising kiss. With a surprising show of strength, she flips us so she’s straddling my hips, still kissing me hard, and then she kisses a long, wet line down my throat, over my Adam’s apple, down the centre of my chest and pauses at my stomach. I rest one hand on her hip as she sits astride my thighs.
“These fucking abs,” she laughs, and traces the line of each defined muscle with her tongue. My dick is so hard it hurts. I grab it in my fist, giving it one rough squeeze and a pump. She sits back on her heels, eyes roving my body from my face to my hand, gripping my dick as hard as I dare.
“You don’t think you’re getting yourself off, do you?” she asks with a wicked grin.
“Princess, if I’m not inside you somehow in the next five seconds, there’ll be nothing left to get off,” I bite out. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s your hand, your mouth or your pussy but I’m gonna blow my load right here in my own hand if you don’t—”
She tears my hand away and sinks down, wrapping her lips around my dick and taking me so deep I feel my crown bump the back of her throat.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna —
I think about something, anything, anything in the world to hold off this orgasm because I refuse to blow the second her mouth is on me. I want to enjoy this. I think about my car, the to-do list of upgrades and restorative actions. The rust treatment I need to buy. The fresh paint job I want.
Then she releases me with a lewd pop and swirls her tongue over my head and the ache returns with a vengeance. I groan, hands fisting at the sheets, and I tear my eyes open, desperate to watch her as I fuck her mouth. I thrust my hips and her mouth twitches in an attempted smile around my dick, her pink lips wrapped neatly around my root, and she cups my balls, weighing them in her hands and teasing them with gentle fingertips.
She bobs her head as her lips slide up and down my dick, taking nearly my whole length in her mouth, sucking me down with hollowed-out cheeks until I graze the back of her throat again. Her sticky pink gloss leaves a mark on my dick, just the way I always imagined it would, and my eyes roll back. Fuck, it looks even better than I always imagined. Her hot mouth is so much better than my dreams.
“Fuck,” I bite out. “Princess, fuck, I’m gonna—”
She smiles again, sucking me even deeper, and I blow before I can even finish my warning, my orgasm tearing through my limbs and coming in thick, hot spurts that she swallows down with twinkling eyes.
“Fucking delicious,” she tells me with a smirk, licking her lips and repeating my own words back to me. My breath comes in heavy pants, my vision blurred at the edges, and my arms and legs don’t feel like they belong to me anymore. The base of my spine still tingles, a low vibration I can feel throughout my entire body, and as the ringing in my ears begins to subside, I reach for her and pull her up to me, kissing her hard.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” she says against my mouth and wriggles her hips against me. She’s still dripping and I’m still half-hard, even after the most explosive orgasm I think I’ve ever had, and this woman is like a fucking Energizer bunny. She reaches down and takes me in her hand, stroking me softly and leisurely. As my vision clears, I realise her tits are hanging right in front of my face. I lean up to take a dusty pink nipple in my mouth and she sighs.
And then I bite down on it and she cries out, rocking her hips against mine. She’s still straddling me and with her thighs open, I can feel her wetness against my skin.
“Wet for me again already,” I whisper against her skin. “Anyone would think you were a needy little slut, Princess. Are you needy? Are you desperate for me? Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes please,” she sighs with a happy little smile curving her kiss-swollen lips. “I want it hard and fast.”
Fuck , this fucking woman.
“Hard and fast, huh?” I repeat, shifting beneath her and rolling us so I’m above her. I take her other nipple into my mouth, sucking hard and then blowing a cool breath over it, watching as it hardens to a peak before my eyes.
“You want me to fuck you like this?” I take my time, still reeling from my orgasm, as I push a single finger through her folds. Desire rushes warmly through my veins as her walls flutter around my finger, and she throws her head back, exhaling loudly.
“It’s a start,” she says, and I begin to move my hand, adding a second finger, and she whimpers.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Fuck, Jay, yes .”
“Can you take more, Princess?” I settle over her thighs, my eyes flitting from her face to her pussy, fascinated by the sight of my fingers disappearing inside her. I’ve never given a shit about my fingers inside a woman before but right now it feels like the fate of the whole world rests on me pleasuring her just right with my hand.
“Fuck, more , please,” she begs, and I pull two fingers out and push three in. She cries out, rocking her hips, and the sight of her pussy swallowing my fingers has the base of my spine tingling. My vision clouds at the edges as she rides my hand, and I need—
“Fuck, Jay, I need you,” she cries. “I need you inside me, fuck, please.”
I pull my fingers free, and she cries out again. I grab a condom from the drawer beside the bed and roll it on roughly, covering the rubber with her juices from my fingers, and then cover her body with mine, lining up and pushing home with one long thrust.
Holy fucking hell .
If I’d known how fucking good her pussy felt around my dick, I’d have been inside her hours ago. Her ankles lock behind my hips, resting just above my arse, pulling me closer, deeper, as she cries out and I settle my hips against hers.
“Fuck, fuck , you’re so fucking big, fuck , you feel amazing, holy shit, you fill me so well, you feel so fucking good,” she rambles in one long exhale, rocking her hips up to meet mine.
Words like that will do wonders for a man’s ego. I begin to move, keeping a steady pace at first, but fuck, she’s so hot and soft and wet around me and the way she fits me like a fucking glove, I can’t stand it. Before I even know what I’m doing I’m pounding into her relentlessly, grunting like a caveman, one hand palming one of her tits and the other wrapped around her throat. Her eyes lock with mine, lust-blown pupils making them appear almost entirely black, and she nods almost imperceptibly. It’s all I need. I tighten my grip just slightly, applying gentle pressure, angling her face up with my thumb on her chin to kiss her hard.
I can’t get enough of her. Her tits, her pussy, her fucking mouth. She pushes her tongue past my lips and teeth and into my mouth, sweeping and exploring and rubbing our tongues together and I crash my hips into hers. I can still taste her, and I can taste myself in her mouth, and the combination sends me headlong into a spiral I know I’ll never recover from.
“ Fuck , Jay,” she exclaims breathlessly as she tears her mouth from mine. “Fuck , I’m gonna come.”
God, I fucking love the sound of my name on her lips.
“Do it,” I say. I beg. “Come for me, Princess.”
She thrusts her hips up to mine again. I lose track of the entire world around us as she tightens around me, short fingernails clawing at my shoulders and ankles pressing my hips against hers. And then I’m coming too with a yell, my entire body stiffening and then quaking over hers.
I’ve never come twice in such a short amount of time before. I’ve never come so hard I’ve seen stars. I’ve never felt such an overwhelming need to hold a woman safe and tender in my arms after sex.
But fuck, my little sister’s best friend might just be the one to change everything. I kiss her face again, a kiss on her hairline, over both closed eyelids, both cheekbones, the tip of her nose. A soft, closed-mouth kiss to her lips. As our bodies begin to relax, I roll us both to the side and just hold her, never quite pulling free from her folds. I need to get rid of this condom, but I don’t want to lose this closeness. She shuffles closer and the movement has me slipping free from her pussy, but she snuggles into my arms and buries her face in my chest.
I reach down and pull the condom off my softening dick, tying it off and tossing it on the floor beside the bed. Future me can deal with it later. Right now, there’s nothing in the world I’d rather do than hold Katy in my arms.
“Katy Keller,” I whisper into her hair. “The girl who changed everything.”