Chapter Nine
He tastes like Jack Daniels as I kiss him. He’s shirtless and sitting on the bed as I straddle him. I feel his dick, hard and thick in his jeans against my thigh. I took the bottle from him, and he’s drunk, but not unable to perform. When I break the kiss, I take a drink of Jack and then set it on the table next to the bed.
“Why are you so fucking beautiful?” he breathes, kissing my neck and chest. He pulled my shirts and bra off the second the door was closed. Our skin touching has me feeling like I’m on fire. The passion between us is unmatched compared to any other I’ve felt. I’m not sure why it’s so different with him. Why does it feel like this is how it’s supposed to be, it’s a scary thought though.
He nips at my breast until he sucks my nipple in, and when he pulls away, his teeth grip onto it, forcing my head to fall back as I moan. “I want to fuck you so bad.” He says, releasing my nipple completely.
“That’s not how this works, West.” I wrap my fingers around his throat and push him back onto the bed, “Look at me.” I tell him, “I want to watch your face when you enter me.” I moan, using my other hand to unfasten his pants. The bottoms he picked out for me won’t work too easily for fast fucking, so I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and stroke him.
His eyes start to close, “Nah, baby, look at me.” He flicks his eyes open again, and I can see the lust in them. There’s a need behind those dark eyes, begging me to show him more. To let him feel me completely and it terrifies me. I stroke him a few more times, before letting him go. “Stay down.” I tell him as I strip my clothes and boots off. I grab the waist of his jeans and yank them down to his ankles only to get caught on his boots.
Once I have him completely naked, I crawl up his body, biting at his thighs first, licking as I move further up. Sucking on his balls I feel him tense under my touch. “Relax.” I tell him, letting the sound of a pop echo around us. When I get to the tip of his dick, hovering my mouth over it, I wet my lips. Readying myself, as I open wide to take him in. He tastes like magic, like I could never tire of doing this.
“I want to taste you.” He moans as I bob my head, licking and scraping my teeth against him until he’s no longer in my mouth.
“Mr. Virgin wants to taste pussy?” I ask.
“Only yours Kitty.” He sits up, pulling me up his body. He’s strong for a nerd, I never thought this would happen, and here I am being flipped over to straddle his face. Sixty-nine style. I reach down, taking the tip of him back into my mouth, but the second his tongue presses against my clit, I feel the electricity explode inside me.
This is so much more intimate than I’m used to, but each flick of his tongue sends me further and further down the dark rabbit hole, chasing the high that I know is coming. I get so lost in him that I stop sucking and just feel. The quick pulses through my body, the need to feel him inside me.
I sit up and ride his face, my breath faltering as I get closer as I let my head fall back. But then it stops and I’m knocked over to the bed, falling to my back. “What?” I protest.
“Shh.” He hisses as he moves to settle between my legs, his head right there. He still wants to go down on me. Most guys don’t have the stamina to get a woman off like this, let alone the ability. He lifts my legs, spreading me wider as fingers slip inside. “You’re so wet, Kitty.” He moans, fingering me, quickly. I’m not sure where he learned how to do this, and honestly I don’t fucking care. My entire body is on fire and it’s so fucking perfect.
My core starts to shake as I feel the orgasm coming, the build up is almost too much. My jaw starts to shake as I take in a deep breath, letting out a soft scream. My orgasm rips through me and my core clenches, forcing me to sit up a little. He rips is fingers out of me and aggressively rubs my clit, sending me even fucking further down the orgasmic roller coaster. “Fuuuuuuck.” I groan.
“Yes. Give me all of it Kitty.” The sound of him rubbing my clit sounds wet, too wet. When the orgasm settles, he stops rubbing and lifts my hips off the bed, thrusting into me. “So fucking tight.”
My innocent nerdy neighbor has shown his true colors tonight. He’s fought, and now he’s fucking. When he buries himself deep inside, I cry out, gripping the sheets tightly as I’m bounced with each thrust.
I won’t last long, not after that first orgasm, I can already feel the next one building, the need to explode. He drops me to the bed, without pulling out. His arms next to my head as his body meets mine. I watch him as he watches us come together. My eyes fall between us, watching his thick cock disappearing inside of me is so fucking hot.
As much as I want to flip this around and take control, I kind of want to see where he goes with this. To see what he knows and what we can create together.
He drops to an elbow, moving his hand behind my head and pulls on my hair, pulling my chin up to expose my neck. He forces me to turn it to the side, and his bicep is right there, within biting reach. I sink my teeth into him as I feel the orgasm coming in hard.
When he dips down and bites onto my neck, I let go of his bicep and scream out, digging my nails into his back as I literally feel like I’m about to come undone at the seams. My entire body twitches, clenches, and tightens around him. He thrusts a little harder, hitting me as deep as my body allows. He growls out as he comes to a stop, and I can feel him pulsing inside me. Filling me with everything he has. My breath is uneven as I attempt to come down from my orgasm. But the second he’s done, he’s sitting up and his hand is back down there. He dips his fingers inside me, swirling around until he brings me to the edge again. “No, I can’t.” I reach out to touch his forearm, attempting to pull him away.
“Again, Kitty.” He commands, using his other hands to take mine and hold them against my pubic bone as the next orgasm rips into me. I scream out, shaking as it feels like I’m pissing everywhere. His hand moves to my clit again, rubbing it frantically. “So fucking hot.” He says as I cry and try to wiggle away from him.
My voice is deep as I moan, wanting to just melt into a puddle. When the orgasm stops, I still feel it, like the aftershock, vibrating through me. I have never orgasmed so fucking hard in my life. Everything about this was primal, he took what he wanted and I want that again, and again. I like to fight for power or to be in control now, but if he does that, I’ll gladly submit.
He collapses beside me, both of us breathing heavily. “I’ve only seen that in porn, and it’s my favorite fucking thing.”
“Seen what?” I ask with my eyes closed as I try to let my body calm down.
“You squirted for me, Kitty. And it was fucking perfect.” He lays an arm over his eyes as his breathing starts to settle.
I squirted, that’s never happened before. Fuck, I didn’t even know it was possible for me to squirt. I know Knox tried and failed to make it happen. Then again it was Knox and after the first couple months, the sex turned violent.
“Wait, your favorite thing?” I ask turning on my side to look at him. A smile spreads on his face. “Seriously.”
“Kitty Kat, I’ve watched so much porn. I had to relieve all the boners you’ve given me over the years somehow.” He answers almost too casually.
“Years?”
“Since I knew what my dick was for, I’ve been jacking off to the thought of you. I watch porno’s and imagine they’re us. Fucking in all these different positions.” He admits.
“What?”
He sits up and doesn’t look at me, “Please tell me I did not just say that out loud.”
“Oh no, no, no. You totally said that out loud.” I laugh, but not at him, at his reaction. “You seriously thought of me like that?” I question him, because if that’s the case, then why did he take so long to make his move? I have plans to leave in a week or so, and now I’m learning what it feels like to actually be with someone. It’s been two fucking days, yet it feels like a lifetime. But I’ve also known him almost all my life so it makes sense.
“Let’s just get back down to the party.” He says, climbing out of bed.”
“You’re going to answer that question, Westley. I won’t be used to fulfill a fantasy and then dropped like a fucking rock at the bottom of the river.” Even if that’s what I’m doing.
“Katherine Marie Winston, you are the whole fantasy.” He turns to look at me as he steps into his boxers. “You’ve been the girl of my dreams for as long as I can remember.”
“Westley.” I say his name softly, crawling across the bed towards him. “Why? I’m no one.” I move my legs so they hang off the edge, I’m not entirely sure they’d work right now anyway.
“You are the only one that matters.” He grabs my face and kisses me hard. Sucking the breath from my lungs, he’s replacing my doubt and self hatred with feelings that I can’t be having. I don’t deserve to have feelings like this.
“I can’t do feelings, West. This needs to be fucking, no feelings.” I shake my head, my nails digging into my skin as I replay what he just said. I’ve been the girl of his dreams for years? I can’t be, I’m broken inside. I can’t be with someone like him. He’s all colors of the rainbow, bringing life into the world around him. I’m darkness, swallowing life one mistake after another.
“I’m not asking you to love me Katherine. I’m just asking for you to give me a chance.” He kneels down between my shaking legs, putting his hands over mine to stop me from hurting myself.
“I need a drink.” I let out a breath of confusion and frustration. I pull my hand away and grab the bottle from the nightstand and tip it to my lips. The burn is awful, but it’s gotta calm my nerves, which are dancing in every direction.
When I look back at him, I see the disappointment on his face. I touch his cheek, “I’m not worth loving Westley.”
I push up on shaky legs moving him away from me. I grab my clothes and go into the bathroom in Max’s room, shutting the door behind me.
There she is again, staring at me. The haunting face that always disappoints everyone around her. “You’re such a bitch.” I tell myself. My eyes move to the pink jagged scar on my chest. I touch it again, getting snapped back to that night.
“There’s something seriously wrong with you.” Knox screams at me as he moves away from me on my knees. The scissors are still in my chest, just sitting there. What was I supposed to do, he wouldn’t stop and I couldn’t breathe. I bit him, and he stabbed me. Fucking stabbed me.
“Look at what you did, I didn’t fucking hurt you badly enough for this kind of reaction.” I grab the scissors and rip them out of my chest, throwing them at him. “You fucking stabbed me, Knox. Who does that?”
I get off the ground and rush to get myself back together. I storm out of his room, but I can hear him chasing me. I scream out as he grabs me, slamming me so hard that my head bounces off the wall, causing a red flash to take over my vision for a second. He grabs me by the throat and forces me back to his room. Once we’re in there, Im thrown to the bed, “Strip.” He snarls, “All of it off, now.” There’s more than anger in his words, almost like if I don’t do this then he’ll do it himself. I can see the rage in his eyes.
“We’re not doing this Knox.” I cry out, trying to get off the bed, stupid blankets are caught on my boots and I fall off the other side. He grabs me by the hair, appearing out of nowhere. “Get your ass on the bed, and get naked.” I scream out as he rips my clothes. “No one will ever love you like I do.” My pretty pink dress is ruined and my mother is going to kill me. She just bought it.
“Katherine.” My name is shouted through the door, pulling me back to the here and now.
“Go away, West. I’ll find my own way home.” I try to hold back the sobs, but they come out without my permission. The door is kicked open, scaring me as I fall to the ground, my hand covering the scar as I cry.
“It’s time to tell me what happened. I can’t help if I don’t know what is slowly killing you.” He sits on the floor of the bathroom with me, pulling me into his arms and I feel something that hasn’t been there in a while.
Safety.
I feel safe, and the words just pour out of me.