Chapter 45 Tom
TOM
Exhaustion clings to me, my body stressed more because Kat is sleeping down the hall instead of in my arms. One night shouldn’t make a difference, but it means everything now that I know what she feels like draped over me like she can’t get close enough.
I’ve just shut the light off as I shift in the guest bed when a text message pops up on my screen.
KAT: You bought me a dress
TOM: She wasn’t supposed to tell you that
Exhaling heavily, I lie back on the stack of pillows, unsurprised but annoyed that Emerson told her already.
KAT: You just stood there when I said I had to go hunting through my closet
TOM: I wanted it to be a surprise
KAT: What does it look like?
TOM: She didn’t tell you?
KAT: No, she said that part was a surprise
TOM: It’s a surprise
KAT: How do you know it’ll fit?
TOM: Trust me, Kitten, it’ll fit
KAT: Mr. Oakden are you flirting with me?
I wasn’t.
I was going to sleep.
But now, I’m wide fucking awake.
TOM: What are you wearing?
KAT: Plain cotton panties and an oversized sweatshirt
TOM: If you think your panties being plain is a turnoff you’re sorely mistaken
KAT: I’m still deliciously sore from this morning
TOM: Just wait till tomorrow
KAT: Promises, promises
TOM: That dress is selfishly for me, baby, so I can watch you all night like a fucking dream and then I get to peel it off you and enjoy every sexy inch of your body
KAT: I can totally sneak into your room tonight – we won’t have to wait
TOM: We have to wait
KAT: But an orgasm will help me sleep
It takes every ounce of restraint I possess to stay in the guest room, my body rebelling at the thought of leaving her unsatisfied down the hall.
Dammit.
I should be better than this.
Stronger.
But I just want my girl, and I want to hear her scream my name.
Because Kat is loud when I fuck her just right, every inhibition falling away as she chases and takes everything that she needs.
It’s stunning.
Addicting.
And not fucking possible right now.
TOM: Tease your clit over your panties—nice and gentle, don’t rush
KAT: And what are you going to do?
Cursing, I pull the blanket over my lap as I grip my hand around the base of my dick and squeeze.
Fuck, that feels good.
It’s been a long time since he’s seen this much action, and already my hand feels completely inferior to Kat’s tight, wet pussy.
TOM: Warming up just thinking about how wet you are
TOM: Push your panties down and spread your legs nice and wide
KAT: Tom…
TOM: I hate this over text
KAT: Shut up and tell me how hard your dick is
It’s a choked sound as it’s forced from my chest—half laugh, half groan, my left hand fumbling to text while my right works my dick the way I know gets me there fast.
TOM: I’m always hard for you
KAT: More
TOM: So fucking greedy aren’t you?
TOM: Tease your clit and then drag your fingers through all that wetness and fuck your tight little pussy
I don’t think I’ve ever done this in my forty-seven years on this earth, and while I don’t need to make this a habit, it’s definitely something to cross off the bucket list. With my hand cramping and my eyes glazing over, I drop my phone onto the bed and grab a handful of tissues, as thoughts of Kat have me coming hard and fast on a silent moan.
A soft thump sounds from down the hall, alarm replacing the rush of pleasure of moments before.
Until my screen lights up.
KAT: I came so hard I dropped my phone
KAT: That was fun
KAT: I didn’t know you could be so fun…
TOM: I’m a man of many talents
KAT: You certainly are
TOM: Get some sleep, Kitten, tomorrow is a big day
KAT: Tom?
TOM: What?
KAT: I need you to know I’m falling for you
TOM: I’m already there, Kat.