Chapter 36 Rule Eight Vera - You can’t hide who you are
Rule Eight Vera - You can’t hide who you are
“You’re...”
“The first wife.” Catherine tossed the glasses on the floor and sauntered over to me. Digging into her pocket, she produced a ring and slid it on her finger. “Hi, how are you?”
“You’re...” I stared in disbelief, and then suddenly the locked door had a new meaning.
She wasn’t interested in me in a fun way; she was going to hurt me.
I had to get out now. I needed to see Emmett.
He would explain what was going on. As I hurried past her, she grabbed my hand and spun me to her, and suddenly, our lips were touching.
I blinked and stared at her. Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t look angry.
What was happening? I closed my eyes and kissed her back.
Her lips were so soft and full. Not like Emmett’s, whose mustache tickled and scratched me when we kissed.
Her tongue ran along the bottom of my lip and I let out a breathy moan as I parted my lips further, exploring this more.
She smelled of honey and vanilla. A sweet, warm scent that calmed me. It was earthy but feminine in a perfect blend of everything I loved. She was soft and hard, determined but not pushy.
She tasted good.
My hands went to her waist, and hers went to my chest. She ran her thumb along my nipple, and I shivered as it hardened to a point.
“Our man has a type, apparently.” She laughed as we moved to the couch.
I tugged off her shirt, leaving her in just a bra.
She did the same for me, and we began to explore each other.
She pressed kisses on my neck while she pushed my bra down, exposing my breasts to the chill room.
“I don’t blame him, really. You’re beautiful,” she muttered right before taking a nipple into her mouth.
I gasped and squirmed under her touch, arching my back as she nibbled on me, sucking hard and licking the circumference of my brown bud.
Her other hand found my sex and she cupped it.
She grinded her palm against me, and I groaned deeply.
I’d been wet for hours now, and my body was beginning to ache deeply with need.
Her touch was just the right amount of dainty and aggressive.
This was why I liked women.
Men were just aggressive.
“Has he had a taste yet?” she asked as I shifted so that she could slide her hand under. She found my sex easily and parted my lips with her fingers, diving in quickly.
I panted as she rubbed my clit, my arousal spilling out. It’d been so long since anyone had touched me there. I needed release.
“Has he made you come?” she growled.
“Does it matter? He’s my husband,” I shot back, pulling her face to mine to kiss her again. Our lips and tongues tangled together as she slid a finger inside my pussy and began to fuck me. I thrust back, matching her pace.
“Mine too. But who really cares; he certainly doesn’t.”She grabbed my empty hand and placed it on her breast. I yanked her bra down and played with her nipple as I continued to chase my orgasm. I cried out as fireworks exploded my vision and my body rushed with warmth.
“Here comes the bride,” she cooed as her movements between my thighs slowed, and I came down from my orgasm.
Holy shit.
Standing quickly, I removed my pants and Catherine took the cue from me to do the same.
Thankfully, the couch was oversized. I urged her onto her back and moved between her, parting her thighs.
I inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of her.
Pussy was a drug I could never go cold turkey on.
I dove my tongue insideher eagerly. I lapped at her juices as she gripped my hair and spurred me on with moans of pleasure.
I swirled my tongue around her swollen clit, my own pussy growing wet again with desire.
When I slid two fingers inside her, she arched her back.
“There we go, good girl,” I purred as I continued to feast on her body, as if I were a starved man in search of water.
“Oh god, oh god!” she screamed as I curled my finger and slammed into her G-spot. Her orgasm came quick, flooding my mouth. I lapped up every drop, and then just as quickly as I sat up, she flipped me over and threw my legs up to do the same.
Time was suspended, as if we’d both gone ages since our last sexual encounter. I forgot all about Emmett, and why I was here in the hotel. All that mattered was another orgasm, and her hands and tongue on my body. I was lost in lust I didn’t think I’d be able to find my way out.
The room smelled of sex and sweat and we were panting like we’d run a marathon. I lay against the couch, my muscles sore and used. My face was developing a friction rash, and my clit was so sensitive it was on the verge of breaking off.
Catherine joined me, cuddling up to me, putting her head in my lap.
“That was...”
“Jesus Christ.” I giggled. I’d fooled around before, but never anything like this. This almost felt like my first time, and...
Did I just lose my virginity?
I stared at the wall.
I think I did?
It was an odd concept, because when I was about to do it with Emmett last night, I didn’t feel like that at all. I felt experienced in a way. But now…
This was truly my first time, and if this was what sex was like always, I understood the ability to become addicted.
“You alright, new wife?” She smirked. Standing up, she went to retrieve her clothes. “I need a drink.”
I stared at her, admiring her body. She was so beautiful,how could he have just left her?
“Are you mad at me?” I blurted. “I didn’t know. He never told me.”
She slid on her pants and sweater. “I know. He’s a tool. It’s fine.”
“Does he know you’re here?” I reached for my clothes and hastily shoved my panties on. “Should we confront him about this?”
“He knows I’m here.” She was speaking so coldly now but not really to me. It was as if she didn’t seem to care even a little that her husband had married someone else. “It doesn’t really matter.”
“Are you divorced then?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head.
If it didn’t matter, then why was she here?
She had to have followed us here. The post-sex clarity was hitting me hard as I stood and looked around the room.
I’d been so wrapped up in the chemistry between us that I hadn’t stopped to think about what actually was going on. “Why are you here, Catherine?”
“Me? I’d ask why are you here, Vera.” She plopped down on the couch. “You guys came here. I never left.”
“What?” Did she purposely seduce me to cheat on my husband to get back at him for leaving her? “Do you live here?”
“No, Vera.” She rolled her eyes dramatically and turned her head to stare right at me. “I’m dead.”