Six
SIX
Kat
The door opened, and I barely had a moment to take in the sight of Graham for the first time in two weeks before he snaked an arm around my waist, the other going into my hair as he carried me into his house.
I yelped, a giggle escaping, and the smile on my face grew. It felt like my insides were vibrating with the excitement I experienced at being in his arms again.
I was vaguely aware of the sound of his front door slamming shut behind me from the force of him kicking it, but my focus was on what was happening with the man in front of me.
In the quick glimpse I’d gotten of him when he opened his door to me, I’d noted how he was in just a pair of sweats, his torso naked. The sight made my mouth water.
Surprisingly, Graham didn’t seem to mind the feel of my chilly fingertips against his warm skin, leaning in to kiss me instead of pulling back from my touch.
And all of it—the half-naked body, the eagerness to kiss, and the ease with which he swept me into his arms—was appreciated.
Truth be told, I’d started having some doubts about whether Graham was ever going to reach out to me, whether he’d be interested in connecting with me again for some fun. Worst of all, it wasn’t like I had anyone I could reach out to about how this worked.
It had seemed to me that we’d agreed on a casual, no-strings-attached affair, but I didn’t exactly know the rules.
Did there have to be two weeks between our encounters?
I hadn’t gone out since the night I met him, and I tried to ignore what that was telling me. Instead, I reminded myself of just how good he’d been in bed and resolved myself to the fact that anybody else would have been a disappointment.
But when that first week went by and he hadn’t called, I assumed he was no longer interested. Fortunately, just a few days later, he sent that text. It had lifted my spirits tremendously. For the last couple of days, I’d had a bit of a bounce in my step, looking forward to having another taste of him.
To his credit, Graham wasn’t wasting any additional time in making that happen. He wasn’t even willing to take the time to climb the stairs.
As he continued to kiss my mouth, my jaw, and down the front of my throat, Graham moved through his house. I wanted to continue touching him, but I wanted to be able to feel his skin against mine, too. So, as he walked, I pulled my coat off and dropped it on the floor.
By the time Graham had made it to the living room and lowered me on my back on the couch, I’d lost my top as well. I didn’t wait for him to go after my bra, wanting to be rid of it as quickly as possible.
His eyes heated as he took in my bare breasts. “Someone’s eager.”
He was trying to make it seem like I was the only one who’d been craving this. I cocked a brow. “I know. You didn’t even say hello. Plus, you didn’t bother to put a shirt on.”
“Complaining?” he teased.
My eyes roamed over his naked chest and abdomen. When I met his eyes again, I shook my head. “No.” Reaching down to unbutton and unzip my jeans, I asked, “Does it bother you that I’m doing what I can to match your energy?”
One half of his mouth quirked, his hands coming to my hips. He yanked my jeans and underwear down my legs and knelt on the floor in front of me. “Not at all.”
“What are you doing down there?”
He arched a brow at the same time he wrapped his hands around the backs of my thighs. “I’ve been thinking about having my face buried between your legs ever since you left here two weeks ago. I didn’t get a chance to do that then, so I’m doing it now.”
I swallowed hard, a shiver running along my spine. “Well, don’t let me stop you.” My voice no longer sounded like my own, and Graham must have noticed how much he was affecting me, because he hesitated for half a beat before he urged my thighs apart, tugged me closer to him, and buried his face between my legs.
One swipe of his tongue was all it took. Just one swipe for the guttural moan to crawl up my throat and fill the silent air around us.
That sound and the way my hips jerked at the feel of his mouth on me did not deter Graham. He went all in, and there wasn’t anything he didn’t do. He licked and sucked and teased and tasted. He fucked me with his tongue and occasionally added his finger. His hands bit into the flesh of my thighs, and he groaned right alongside my moans.
I hadn’t been prepared, but I should have known that Graham would be amazing with his mouth simply by the way he kissed me.
He went at me with unabashed fervor, and it was only by some miracle I didn’t come within seconds. Maybe that was part of Graham’s talent, too. He knew just what to do to draw it out, to prolong the buildup.
But eventually, even as talented as he was at what he was doing to me, something else took over, and my body shook with the force of my orgasm.
My legs trembled as my breathing grew labored.
And Graham kept at me, one hand still wrapped around my thigh, the other kneading my breast.
He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. He barely gave me the opportunity to make it to the other side when he was doing whatever was necessary to build me back up.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered. “I can’t.”
When he groaned against me, the vibration sent more ripples of pleasure through my body.
I climbed higher and higher, Graham unrelenting in his pursuit. And the moment just before he sent me soaring again, he pulled his mouth away and stood.
“No,” I cried out.
Graham wiped at his mouth, his lips and chin glistening with the evidence of what he’d been doing. At the same time, he used his other hand to push his sweats down his legs. He had nothing on beneath them, his cock standing proud and ready.
I licked my lips, ready to take him in my mouth, but before I could even sit up fully, he was rolling on a condom. “Turn around, Kat. Brace your hands on the back of the couch.”
I instantly complied, turning around and sending my ass in his direction.
The next thing I knew, Graham’s fingers on one hand curled around my hip as the head of his cock nudged me between my legs.
I reared back, hungry and eager for him, and Graham didn’t stop me. But he did bring his hand to my other hip. He gave me a few seconds to ride him, to power my hips back over him, before his grip on me tightened, and he took over.
That was something I was quickly learning Graham liked to do. He wasn’t entirely controlling, having given me some opportunity to have a bit of fun, but he clearly preferred being the one to lead. Given how good he was at it, I didn’t mind at all.
“Graham,” I breathed.
His fingertips bit into my flesh as he pounded in deep. “You like that, Kat? Does my cock feel good?”
A low growl sounded from me. I couldn’t manage to find my words.
He thrust in harder. “I didn’t hear your answer, Kat. Do I feel good inside your pussy?
I wanted to answer him, to communicate how much I enjoyed it, but all I could succeed in doing was moaning.
Suddenly, Graham stopped, pulling out. I gasped and twisted my neck to look back at him. “What are you doing?”
He smirked, put his fingers between my legs, and rubbed lightly. “You didn’t answer me.”
I pushed back on his hand, seeking that friction. He used his other hand to prevent me from getting what I wanted. “Please,” I begged.
“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I took a deep swallow, straining against that resistance and seeking more of his touch.
He let out a low chuckle. With two fingers just barely stroking up and down me, he asked his question once more. “Do you like the feel of me inside you?”
My chin tipped down slightly. “Yes, Graham. You feel unbelievable. The best. And I’m aching for you.”
“Was that so hard?”
Graham didn’t wait for an answer as he drove inside again, forcing me to grip the back of the couch as my back arched. He thrust his hips in hard, going at me with unmatched intensity.
One hand slid from my hip and up my side before it wrapped around my front and lifted me, so my back was pressed against his chest. Graham’s other hand slid in toward my abdomen and down between my legs.
My head had dropped back on his shoulder as I relished in the feel of his strength and power and fullness that I felt with him inside. He really was the best sex of my life.
With Graham’s hand working between my legs, he picked up his pace and brought me to the edge in no time.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I rolled my head to the side and looked at him. I could see something intense swirling there, and I knew he was right on the verge with me. So, I reached my arm up behind his head, lifted my mouth to his, and kissed him as I came apart. Graham kissed me back, my moans meeting his groans as we came apart together.
We collapsed on the couch with one another, both of us struggling to catch our breath. We didn’t say any words—there was no need—and after we’d taken a few minutes to regain some sense of ourselves, Graham stood, lifted me in his arms, and carried me upstairs, where we commenced round two.
Several hours and many orgasms for the both of us later, I found my way back downstairs to get dressed so I could leave.
Graham walked me to the door, and this time, before I walked out, I decided I didn’t want to have to sit around thinking about when I’d see him again.
I inhaled deeply. “Does Tuesday evening work for you?”
He seemed surprised by my question and quietly assessed me. “Yeah, I can make that work.”
I smiled at him. “I’ll see you then.”
A moment later, I was out the door and on my way home.
And this time, as I drove home, I didn’t wonder if I’d made a huge mistake.
Graham
My head dropped back, and my fingers gripped Kat’s hair.
She was on her knees in front of me, and she was sucking me. It was taking every ounce of my restraint and patience to let her lead this, to not hold her right where she was and fuck her face.
Her mouth.
God, her fucking mouth was unbelievable.
I’d foolishly convinced myself before she arrived at my place on Saturday that it would be the last time, that I’d be able to work her out of my system.
But then she asked about me being free on Tuesday, so here I was, just inside my front door, with Kat kneeling at my feet.
Maybe I should have declined her offer to get together again, maybe I was setting myself up for failure. But I couldn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her. About her body, her mouth, her moans. I couldn’t get enough of her. I hadn’t yet had my fill.
Just a few more times, that’s all I’d need.
And I didn’t fault myself for that. With the way she was in bed, the enthusiasm she had for being with me like that—like this—it only made sense that I’d need a bit more time than I originally anticipated to work out my desire to have her.
With her hand gripping the base of my cock firmly, she hollowed her cheeks and pulled back until she released me from her mouth. “Do you like that, big guy?”
I dropped my head forward, my fingers tightening in her hair.
She cocked a brow. “I didn’t hear your answer. Do you like my mouth on your cock? Do you like feeling yourself go down the back of my throat?”
Fuck me.
This woman.
So sweet, so tempting, like a chocolate candy bar.
“Seems like you’re in the mood to play, Kit Kat. Do you think you’re going to win this game?”
She shrugged and licked her lips. “I’ll certainly try.”
Damn it. She was so good at this.
Her soft laughter filled the room. She brought her lips to the tip and allowed her tongue to circle the head.
I hissed, still resisting the urge to shove my hips forward.
“Mmm. Maybe I’m already winning. I can feel how hard you’re gripping my hair. And I can see the way the muscles in your body are flexing with your need to hold yourself back. Do you want to fuck my mouth, Graham?”
“Part your lips,” I ordered.
She didn’t hesitate to do as I asked.
Fuck. Just like that, she gave me what I wanted. She knew it, sensed it, and gave it to me. I was heading for trouble with a capital T.
My eyes locked on hers, and I saw the heat swirling in them. She might have wanted this more than I did.
I brought the tip to her lips again and started fucking her mouth slowly. She let me do as I pleased, setting the pace and depth, and never balking at it. When I went a little faster, she took that, too, staring up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.
It was a wonder I didn’t come down her throat with just that single look.
I kept at it, giving her more, taking more, until I knew I was going to reach that point I’d never be able to return from.
Then I pulled my hips away, led her to the living room, and fell to my back on the couch, rolling a condom on as quickly as I could manage. “You’re taking charge this time.”
There was a sparkle in her eyes as she climbed on top and sank down on me. Pressing her palms to my chest, Kat rode me hard. And as she did, I relished in it, in her.
My hands roamed over her beautiful body, seeking to touch and squeeze and tease anywhere I could. And I listened to the sounds that came out of her, thinking I’d never tire of hearing them.
Having gotten so close with her mouth on me before, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before she had me coming. Unwilling to deny her the pleasure she deserved, my thumb went to her clit, pressed in, and circled.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
Even her voice, especially when it sounded like that, was music to my ears. I grinned and kept at her.
Kat didn’t lose her focus or rhythm. She worked her hips over me, doing it steadily and with growing enthusiasm. My free hand came up to her breast, where my thumb flicked over her nipple.
It seemed to be just what she needed, because she whimpered, and her breathing grew shallow. When I realized she was nearly there, my hand crawled up her chest, over her shoulder, and into her hair at the back of her head. I urged her mouth down toward mine, and when my mouth captured hers, I took over.
Keeping one hand at the back of her head, the other wrapped around her waist to hold her right where she was. Then I thrust my hips relentlessly into her, Kat’s lips parting and my tongue driving into her mouth.
It built and built, her whimpers a warning of what was coming.
And then it happened.
She came apart, tearing her mouth from mine and crying out through the pleasure. I watched for the first few seconds, but the sight of her, so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t contain it.
“Damn it, Kat. Fuck, you feel so good,” I growled, burying my face in her neck and biting the skin there.
I held on to her as my orgasm tore through me, my cock twitching inside her afterward. In what had to be the first instance of communication while I was still inside her that was unrelated to sex, Kat looked down at me and offered a sympathetic smile. “I can’t stay late tonight. I have to work in the morning.”
I dipped my chin. “Yeah. Yeah, same here.”
“So, how does Thursday evening look for you? Or would you rather wait until the weekend?”
Still buried inside her, still holding her tight to me like this, I should have said I wasn’t interested in any future hookups.
But I’d have been lying.
And Kat seemed to have no problem taking the lead with setting up each of these visits with one another. As long as she wanted what I had to offer, as long as she was going to continue giving me what she had been, I wasn’t going to stop.
“Thursday works for me.”
With that, I loosened my hold on her, and Kat swung her leg over my body to hop off. She gathered up her clothes and moved to the bathroom to get herself cleaned up. I tossed the condom and pulled on my sweats while she did that, and when she returned, we both made our way to the door.
“See you on Thursday, Graham.”
“Later, Kat.”
There was no goodnight kiss, no hug.
Kat didn’t even lean in or linger, hinting that she might want one. She was so much better at this than I was, and she was likely the only reason I hadn’t cut this thing off.
It was clear Kat really didn’t expect for this to be anything more than just sex. And I was glad about that.
Because I knew the kind of man I was, and with the way I’d been feeling around her every time, it would be easy to lose sight of what led me to this place to begin with.
She walked off toward her car, and I waited until she’d made it there. I told myself that was proof I was doing better at this than I thought. Because never in a million years would I have let her walk to her car alone if we had meant something more to one another. Hell, the likelihood is that she wouldn’t have even left my house at all.
Once she was in her car and had turned it on, I closed the door and locked up, relieved she’d taken the step to set things up for Thursday.
Perhaps one of these days soon enough, I’d be the one to do it.
Or, better yet, I’d finally reach that point where I’d have my fill of her and finally be able to decline.
But as I walked through my house, considering that possibility as I turned off the lights and prepared to head up to bed, my stomach clenched painfully.
And the only thing I could tell myself was that at least she didn’t have a hold on my heart. No woman would ever have that again.