34. Katy
Chapter thirty-four
Katy
H ours later, long after Roo and Jay have left and Amie and Cam have picked up Maisy, I’m just settling down to read through some class notes and prepare for an essay writing session when a persistent thumping at my front door tears me away from the pages in front of me. I tug a blanket around my shoulders, not overly keen to open it and expose myself, braless and wearing just a tiny vest and booty shorts pyjama set. Padding to the door in my bare feet, I clutch the blanket in a fist at my chest. I yank open the door to find Jay, palm raised to slap it against the wood one more time.
I don’t even have time to say hello before he sweeps me into his arms and walks me inside, kicking the door closed behind him. His lips are on mine before I can manage a single thought, one hand bracketing my throat and the other cradling the back of my head, thick fingers working their way into the messy bun holding my hair off my face.
“Fuck, Princess, I need you,” he growls. I fling the blanket off my shoulders and leap, wrapping my legs around his waist as he holds me to him. He walks us up the stairs as I cling to him, never tearing his lips from my skin. When we reach my bedroom, he bypasses the light switch and opts for the pink lamp on my bedside table, bathing the room in a warm glow. He drops me on the bed and I finally take a look at him.
His brown eyes are so dark they’re almost black, and his hair is dishevelled like he’s been running his fingers through it for hours. He has a tension to him, a restless energy that has him almost buzzing with impatience.
“As fucking gorgeous as your bum is in those shorts, they’ve got to go.”
“Quid pro quo, soldier.” I raise a brow with a quirk of my lips. “If I’m getting naked, so are you.”
He reaches behind his head and tears his shirt off, and butterflies storm my stomach. All of my nerve endings are alight and my shorts are growing damper by the second as I watch the thick muscles in his arms and shoulders ripple with every movement. I remove my pyjamas distractedly as I watch him fumble with his belt buckle and the fly of his jeans.
“Need a hand?” I ask sweetly.
“I have plenty of plans for your hands, don’t you worry,” he says lowly, kicking his jeans away. His dick bobs free as his boxers follow the jeans. He gestures for me to get comfortable and I shuffle back against the stack of pillows, settling with my feet flat against the sheets and my knees up.
“Sit right there.” Jay crawls up the bed towards me. Fuck, it’s like he crawled off the page and straight into my bedroom. “Beautiful, Princess. Fucking beautiful.”
My legs are spread and he settles between them, eyes fixed on my pussy and an awestruck smile playing at his lips.
“Touch yourself. Show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not here.”
I don’t know what I expected him to say, but it wasn’t that. I think my eyebrows fall all the way off my face. I exhale a shaky breath, lowering my hand. I swipe one finger slowly through my folds, unsurprised to find myself drenched already, and I bring it up to my clit to apply gentle pressure.
“You like it slow, huh?”
“Sometimes,” I admit. “Sometimes I start slow. Sometimes I just want to pretend you’re fucking me like a feral animal.” I circle my clit with my fingertip, my whole body jumping and quivering as I brush against the sensitive nerves. He swallows hard, eyes fixed on my hand.
“Do you ever slide your fingers inside and pretend they’re mine?” His voice is a low whisper, and it’s electrifying, sending entire swarms of butterflies into my belly. A whimper falls from my lips. I follow his suggestion, pushing two fingers inside myself and moaning wantonly. My head falls back and my eyes slam closed.
“Eyes on me, Princess.”
I force my eyes open to see Jay watching me intently. He’s fisting his dick, stroking himself, eyes impossibly dark with desire. I exhale shakily. I don’t think I’ve ever fingered myself in front of anyone before. For all the times we’ve been together, this might be the most erotic thing I’ve done. I twist my fingers and feel my walls flutter.
“Do you like to imagine my dick inside you?”
“Yessss,” I hiss. “Sometimes I use a toy.” I try to keep my eyes open, but between seeing the effect I’m having on Jay, and the way my fingers are playing my body just right, it’s harder and harder to see anything at all. Another moan leaves my lips as my fingers probe a magical spot inside my pussy.
“Where are they?”
I fling my free arm towards my bedside table.
“Drawer,” I choke out. “Basket.”
Jay yanks the drawer almost off its runners in his haste to find my toy collection, and he empties the basket onto the bed beside me.
“Which one’s your favourite, Princess? Which one reminds you of my dick the most?”
“Green,” I gasp. He selects the neon green silicone toy with one hand and returns the other to his dick. He’s leaking, thick and red and glistening, and it’s all for me, my brain says. I smirk, sliding my fingers in and out and gasping out loud.
“Don’t you dare remove those fingers,” he warns. He slides himself closer, dick still held tightly in a fist, and presses the tip of my toy against my folds. I shudder as the action pushes my fingers deeper. Jay notches the toy at my entrance, rubbing it against my knuckles, and then suddenly, it’s inside me, stretching me. A yelp and then a whimper escapes me as Jay begins to slide the toy in and out, slowly and then firmly, rhythmically. It’s driving me fucking wild. I can’t think anymore.
“Fuck, I’m so full,” I moan. “Jay, fuck.”
“Touch yourself for me, Princess,” he demands between heavy breaths. “That’s what I’d do if I were inside you.” The movements of the toy are quickly becoming erratic and his breathing is getting heavier.
I bring my free hand to my sex, using two fingers to circle against my clit. I moan loudly, a sound I barely recognise as mine as every sensation works to overwhelm me. Jay leans forward to capture one of my nipples between his teeth, tugging lightly and then flicking it repeatedly with his tongue.
“That’s it, Princess,” he gasps, tearing his mouth from my chest. “Touch yourself, make yourself come. I want to see my filthy slut make a mess of this toy the way she makes a mess of my dick.”
He moves his mouth to my other nipple as I move my fingers furiously, strumming at my clit with one hand and sliding in and out of my core with the other. Jay’s movements are wild as he thrusts the silicone dick in and out of me, pressing it up against my fingers and my inner walls. I’m close. My body trembles and clenches, my inner walls grip my toy and my fingers together, fluttering wildly.
“Jayyyy,” I whisper, his name a long moan as he pushes the toy against that magical spot again. “Jay, I’m gonna come.”
He grunts as I flick my fingers against my clit again and again. Between my over-sensitive nerves and Jay’s grunts and moans, it’s enough to topple me, and I fall. I’m flying, winged and boneless as my fingers continue to play my body while it quivers and quakes.
The toy stills suddenly before jerking again, and Jay moans my name. I tear my eyes open, finding him through the haze of my orgasm, to see thick, white ribbons coating his hand and belly, spurting from the head of his dick as he continues to stroke himself, breathing heavily. His eyes are heavy and a self-satisfied smile plays at his lips.
“Fuck, Katy,” he breathes. “You’re fucking incredible.”
My brain is in overdrive, trying to latch on to every sensation at once as my fingers continue to move on and inside me, seemingly out of my control. Jay slides the toy through my folds slowly, languidly, lazily. I can’t see, I can’t think. My lips curve in a lazy smile. He always calls me Princess. But he just called me Katy.