30. Katy
Chapter thirty
Katy
S ince our dinner date last weekend—the one where we ate no food, only each other—we’ve hardly been apart. It’s been a whirlwind. I haven’t seen Jay smile so much in the entire time known each other. He seems to be doing a lot better mentally, too. We’ve spent every night together in his bed or mine, and we’ve only left when we’ve had to. I think he’s given me more orgasms in the last few days than I’ve had in the last five years.
Right now, we’re in my bed, bathed in the gentle glow of a Himalayan salt lamp and the dizzying want coursing through my veins. Jay pushes up onto an elbow beside me, leaning in to kiss me deeply as his free hand slides beneath the sheets and between my legs, seeking and finding the sensitive spot at the apex of my thighs. I shiver lightly as his fingers brush lightly against my folds and my legs fall open of their own volition, granting him access.
“You’re beautiful.” Our faces are inches apart as he leans over me, our noses almost touching. His breath is warm against my lips, and there’s something shimmering in his eyes that I’ve never seen there before. “So fucking beautiful.”
He drops his head to kiss me again, nipping at my lower lip before sweeping his tongue into my mouth. It’s a possessive kiss, but it’s not demanding—it’s tender and sweet, the insistent press of our lips, the gentle slide of our tongues. His kiss is everything I never dared to dream of. And his hands?
They’re even better than my wildest dreams.
My last boyfriend wasn’t a selfish lover by any stretch of the imagination. But the way Jay works me over like the very future of the world’s existence hinges on getting me off… god, it’s fucking electrifying. His brown eyes lock with mine as his fingers rub firm, insistent circles between my legs. Desire floods my body, filling me with warmth. Jay’s dick presses into my hip as he lays beside me. It’s huge and hard and bobbing against me as my breath comes in long exhales.
“Oh, god,” I whisper. “Right there, love. Yes, fuck.”
“Right here?” Warm lips seal over mine, forcing them open with a greedy tongue. As quickly as they appeared, they leave, instead dipping lower, pressing against the skin of my throat. “Or here?”
A finger slips inside my pussy, soaking in my arousal and dragging my juices back to my swollen nerves, begging for his attention. His eyes connect with mine again.
“Fuck, Jay.”
“That’s what I’m doing, Princess,” he whispers. His eyes never leave mine. “My hand first. Then my tongue.”
“Yes, please.”
“Sounds good, huh?”
He slips his middle finger inside me again, just to the first knuckle. It’s not even a stretch at all, but it’s delicious. His thick finger slips out and back in, further this time, and then again, returning with a second one to stretch me further. It’s the perfect kind of pleasant ache that has me shuddering with a mixture of delight and anticipation.
“Mhmm, yes. Fuck, yes.”
“My greedy little slut likes two fingers, huh? What about three?”
My hips rock against his hand, using his fingers to fuck myself as he pulls back before pressing a third inside me. My god, but the burn is exquisite. His long digits twist and curl inside me, hitting pressure points I never even knew existed. My hips buck wildly as my breath comes faster, nonsense falling from my lips. Still, his eyes never leave mine. A low whine cuts through the obscene wet, slicking sounds of his fingers in my pussy, and I realise a split second later that it came from me.
“So fucking beautiful with my fingers in your cunt.” He presses a kiss to my forehead; soft and tender and at complete odds with the way his fingers are driving me crazy. “You’re always so pretty when you’re being finger-fucked.”
“Jay, please .”
“You’re gonna come for me, Princess. Use my fingers. Take what you need.”
He thumbs my clit and that’s enough. It’s all I need to fall apart. I come with a yell, a curse, one of his hands resting low on my belly and the other quickly pulling free and resting on my thigh. The rush is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Even though it’s hardly our first time—or our second, or even our third. It electrifies me, rocking me to my core, stealing my breath and my vision with its intensity. The release is out of this world. It almost feels like—
“Did I just—”
“Fucking knew I’d get you squirting for me, Princess. My filthy fucking girl.”
I blink fast, trying to catch my breath as Jay’s fingers continue to toy with me lazily. He watches over me intently as I catch my breath, his smile somewhere between smug and awestruck.
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” I say, gasping a little as his fingers curl again. “But didn’t you say something about”—I gasp again—“your mouth?”
“You’re damn fucking right I did,” he all but growls. His fingers slip out easily, leaving me feeling empty just for a moment. He positions himself between my thighs, dipping beneath one of my knees and hooking my leg over his shoulder. With one last shit-eating grin, and his hands low on my hips, he ducks his head, and then I’m crying out as his hot mouth closes over my swollen, sensitive nerves.
“Fuck, Princess. You’re a fucking treat.” His words rumble against me, a seismic wave rattling my blood and bones. He licks with the flat of his tongue, then stiffens it to dip inside. God, I’ve never had a mouth like his before. So wonderfully warm, so attentive. So skilled. He always knows exactly what to do with that tongue. When to push inside. When to flatten it and tease with long, hot licks. When to work my clit with a feather-light touch, flicking at the swollen bud of nerves until I can’t take anymore.
“God, Jay, fuck—fuck, love, I’m gonna come.”
I feel his lips curl up into a smile as he licks me again, before the tip of his tongue begins to nudge at my clit.
“So come, then, Princess. Feed me.”
One press of his tongue is all it takes before I’m screaming, my hands in his hair and my hips bucking against his face, riding him from below as he plunges his tongue in and out of my pussy.
“Give me one more,” he urges as the waves begin to abate. My skin is slick with sweat, my breathing hard and heavy and my vision still fuzzy from the first orgasm—never mind the second. But his fingers join his tongue, pressing inside me and curling against my fluttering walls.
“Jay, I can’t—”
“One more, Princess, and then you can have my dick.”
Well, fuck. That sounds like an offer I can’t pass up. I clear my mind of everything except the sensations centred between my legs, sending my entire body into overdrive. The obscene slicking noises of his fingers sliding in and out of my wet heat. The electrifying feeling of the tip of his tongue pressing gently against my oversensitive clit. The twist and curl of his fingers, the way he scissors and stretches me, and then—
“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming.”
“That’s my good girl.” He smiles against my pussy, his lips lifting and changing shape as he presses open-mouthed kisses against me. One hand presses against my pelvic bone, holding my hips as they buck wildly. “My perfect Princess. That’s my girl. Always comes so hard when I eat her cunt.”
“Want your dick,” I gasp. “Inside me. Now.”
His eyes darken as he lifts his face to meet my gaze. The hand that’s been working my pussy slips out and his long fingers wrap around his dick, coating it in my cum and pumping it as he shifts between my knees. He rubs a thumb over his crown, a trickle of pre-cum mixing with my juices as his eyes slam closed.
“Look at me while you fuck me, love,” I demand softly. “I want to see you fall apart.”
A moan falls from his lips as he settles over me, reaching for a condom and quickly rolling it down his shaft. He guides himself with one hand as he slips the other beneath my shoulder blades, watching me with hooded eyes. I feel the tip of him press against my entrance and my hips surge upwards, desperate to take him. He moans again as the head of his cock enters me. His hips follow mine, pushing forward as I pull back, inching deeper and deeper until my ankles are locked behind his back and he’s fully seated, our hips nestled together.
“Fuck, Princess. You feel— fuck .”
His eyes are dark, struggling to stay open as our hips begin to rock together. He pulls out almost all the way before sliding back in, slamming home with a yell from both of us. This is new. It’s slower. It’s hot and greedy, but it’s less rabid, less feral.
“More,” I whisper, gasping as his hips circle against mine. His dick presses against those pressure points, and my vision blurs into a kaleidoscope of light and colour.
“More? My filthy princess wants more?”
I hum and then moan as a hand snakes between us, tugging at each of my nipples in turn.
“I’ll give you more, filthy girl.”
His hips piston against me, fucking me at a delicious, punishing pace. His lips seal over mine and I press my tongue between them, sweeping it into his mouth and swallowing another moan as I taste myself in his kiss.
“Fucking perfect, Princess,” he gasps. “Fucking—perfect—fuck—gonna come.”
His hips slam into mine, his dick sliding in and out, teasing my fluttering walls and pressing against every pressure point I never knew existed. I twist my hips, tilting them just so, and time slows down.
Fireworks explode behind my eyes. A hallelujah chorus sings. I think the fireworks explode in my pussy, too. My whole body tightens, every muscle tensing in turn, and I feel like I’m about to burst out of my skin. I clench around his dick, squeezing tight as my body winds into a tailspin, and my fourth orgasm of the night slams into me like a truck before time speeds up again. Jay yells one more fuck before he spills inside me, warm and pulsing even through the condom, prolonging my own pleasure as we milk each other.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers. My skin is still humming, my blood and bones vibrating as the high subsides. One of his fingertips ghosts over my cheekbone. “Do you have any idea how incredible you are, Princess?”
It’s like the words send me flying all over again. They slam into my chest, steal my breath, warm my blood beyond boiling point. The tenderness in his touch, the reverence in his voice, and the way he smiles at me—I don’t even dare believe what’s in that smile. Because no one has ever smiled at me that way before. And it hits me, right here and now—I don’t want anyone else to smile at me this way again. This kind of smile is reserved for Jay.
Because in a matter of weeks, he’s worked himself into my heart. And it’s only taken a few more days for him to tunnel straight through it and take up residence in my soul. When I smile back at him, I pour everything I have into it. The way he makes me proud. The way he’s taken over my every thought, my every breath. All of the words I’m still too afraid to say. It’s a smile for no one else. Only for him.