Chapter 18 Post #2
The kiss is hot and urgent, and I feel her mouth open for my tongue with a little pant.
Giving her what I know she wants, I slide my tongue in to meet and tangle with hers.
The taste of sweet cherries rolls across my tongue.
She grasps my shoulder to draw me in closer, and I break the kiss to slide my hand up to cup her face.
I rub my thumb along her jawline and down her neck to feel her pulse.
She leans in again to press her mouth to mine.
I feel the desire and need coursing through her body as she surrenders to the kiss.
Opening my eyes for a moment, I watch her thighs part ever so slightly. I let my other hand trail down her body and graze gently over the apex of her thighs. Katherine lets out a soft little moan that has the blood raging in my veins.
“Ok, baby,” I start, with a ragged breath. “Grab your office key. Let’s go.”
“Go? What? Go where?” Kat peers up at me with genuine confusion in her eyes.
“Your office,” I reply, keeping my gaze steady, but letting my expression darken just a shade. She blinks once, twice, and I see it dawn across her beautiful face like the sunrise cresting over the tree line.
“Ohhh,” she says.
And slipping them out of her leather bag, she playfully jingles the keys at me.
We both fly out of the car, like a couple of teenagers.
Jesus fuck, what would it have been like to be with her back then?
Just like this probably. Free, running all over the place to fool around and to fuck.
Dodging her parents and mine. Totally lost in our own little world.
We had time to make up for. And that is exactly what I intend to do.
I come up right behind her and nuzzle into her neck.
I press my cock, already hard, into her back with a soft groan.
Her hands tremble slightly as she unlocks the door to the main lobby of her shared office space.
Once we are both inside, I immediately turn and lift her into the air.
Our mouths meet again in a deep kiss, and I feel her legs encircle my torso as I carry her over to the office.
Beside the door is a bronze name plate—Dr. Katherine Pearson, Psy.D.— printed in shining golden lettering. I take the keys from her hand, still kissing her, and fit the bronze, squared one into the lock.
Turning the key and pushing the heavy door open, we both fall over the threshold, nearly stumbling to the floor in our haste.
Kat giggles and I realize with a pang that I haven’t heard her do that in years.
Not since she was an actual teenager maybe.
The sound is delicate and beautiful, like wind chimes tinkling on the breeze. Fucking magical.
Grinning, I place my hands on her lower back to stabilize her. Once she is upright, I move to push the office door closed behind me and turn the lock over with a satisfying click.
The grin slowly melts from her face as I stalk towards her.
She backs away from me until her legs hit the edge of the desk, and she stops.
She widens her thighs for me, and I fit myself in between them, pressing myself fully against her hot center.
She wraps her long legs around my body and crosses her ankles at my lower back.
I can feel her high heels pressing into me, and a low growl rumbles up from the back of my throat.
For a moment, I pause to breathe her in, reveling in how good it feels to be close to her, and have her wrapped around me like this. Then my hand darts out and grabs the back of her neck. I drag her to me, and I kiss the fuck out of her.
I swallow the little moan that escapes her mouth and pull her black shirt and black lace bra up and over her head.
I fling the clothes onto the cream-colored leather sofa where her patients usually sit.
My mouth finds one of her hot little nipples, and my lips close around the peaked bud.
Sucking it deep in my mouth, Katherine moans loudly.
I move to her other breast and suck that nipple into my mouth too, my lips making a wet suctioning sound.
I move to claim her mouth again and slide my tongue inside with a thrust.
Though not without effort, I break the kiss and let my eyes fall over to the antique bronze letter opener laying on her desk.
I noticed it as soon as we walked in. Kat’s eyes follow mine and land on the opener, then shoot back to me.
The elegant instrument is made of gleaming, polished bronze and smooth, white bone. Perfect for what I have in mind.
“Zayn…” she starts, warningly. “What are you suggesting?” she asks, with a tentative edge to her voice.
“I’m suggesting that I fuck you with the handle of that letter opener, Doc. Is that okay with you?”
I see the delicate column of her throat working up and down as she processes my words. Tentatively, she nods her head, though she remains silent.
“I need to hear you say that you want that, too, baby. I need to hear it from you.”
I watch her eyes flit back and forth between my own. She seems to be working out whether she trusts me enough to let me do this. Then, a sort of hazy, dreamlike expression falls over her face.
As always, I wonder what she is thinking and where she has gone to in her head. I squarely grasp her upper arms, determined to bring her back into the present with me and regain eye contact.
Kissing at the tender part of her throat, I murmur against her, “Will you let me please you, Doc? Will you let me fuck you the way you deserve?”
I suck on her neck, feeling the warmth of her blood rise to the surface of my lips. There will be a mark there, I’m sure. I suck again, and this time, I feel the presence and energy return to her body. I can taste and smell her desire for me settle on the air between us like smoke.
“Yes, I want that,” she answers on a long exhale, “you can fuck me however you like.”
And that is all the confirmation I need.
Dropping my hands lower to her hips, I grasp her to me and roll my hips once against her, pressing myself to her center.
I kiss her again and slip my hand up to remove her glasses from her face.
She lets me slide them away, and I stare deeply into her beautiful, bare eyes.
I reach forward and invade her space further to wrap my fingers around the letter opener. It’s cool and heavy in my palm, and I weigh it there for just a moment, allowing the handle to warm slightly in my grasp.
I bring the bladed edge up to Katherine’s cheek and show it to her.
Gently gliding the tip of the blade down her face to her jaw, I feel her give me a little shiver in response.
The blood in my veins thrums with anticipation.
My touch featherlight, I slide the blade down the slender curvature of her neck and bring it horizontally across her throat.
I mimic slicing it across her neck there, which has all the blood rushing to my cock.
Kat’s breathing quickens. This turns her on, too.
I draw the blade downward until I reach one of her peaked nipples.
I use the blunted point to draw a small circle around it.
Kat gasps, and lets her head fall back, her mahogany eyes closing.
I repeat the motion on her other breast, watching her absorb the exquisite sensations there.
God, this was magic. But only with her. Her sounds and the way she looks up at me.
No matter what happens in the future—whether she retreats and casts me out of her life, or not—we will have this moment. This pure, shared joy and pleasure.
When she starts panting, I slide the opener down her flat belly to her navel, making a small circle there as well. I draw the instrument down further still and run it over the black satin panties at the apex of her thighs.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. Wider.”
My command hangs in the air between us like a dark promise. And she obeys.
Dipping down, I move her panties to the side.
I look down at her beautiful pink pussy, puffy and glistening with her readiness for me.
I give her opening one long, slow lick, bringing my tongue up to her clit.
She shudders under my touch, and I feel her thighs fall even wider as I lick her again and again.
Slowly, I press the handle end of the opener up against her pussy, keeping the bladed end wrapped tightly in my fist. I can taste her readiness.
Her pussy is practically begging to be filled now.
With a gentle thrust, I push the handle up and into her dripping pussy.
Katherine’s loud moan fills the empty office.
I twist the handle in a slow circle and pump the opener deeper into her as my tongue keeps up a punishing pace on her clit.
Kat’s hands fly to the crown of my head and grasp onto my hair.
I push the opener fully into her now, bottoming out with my closed fist pressed right up against her pussy. She screams.
Her body bows and undulates against me as I fuck her harder with the opener, licking and lapping at her clit. I feel her thighs constrict against my face and her body stills. Hoarsely, she screams out again and this time, it’s my name on her lips.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything sweeter.
I continue to lick her clit as Kat rides out her orgasm. When she finally stills, I twirl the opener inside of her, drawing out a low moan. I slowly drag it from her drenched center. Rising, I discard it on the ground. Still fully dressed, I undo my belt and pull my raging erection from my jeans.
“You’re going to want to see this next part, baby,” I grind out, as her eyes land on my hardened length. She lets out a little whimper. I seize her glasses from the desk and shove them back on her face. Kat meets my eyes, her own blown with lust and dilated nearly black.
Roughly, I grab her hips and guide her legs around my waist. I notch my cock at her entrance and kiss her open mouth. She still hasn’t caught her breath when I’m pushing into her.
Fuck, she feels so fucking incredible. I will never, ever tire of this. Not as long as I live.
I fuck her there against her desk, in nothing but her black high heels and black-rimmed glasses.
The sight of her taking my cock like this has me catapulting towards my own release, much faster than I would have thought.
Must be some sort of sexy librarian, or in this case, sexy psychologist kink that has me so utterly enraptured by her at this moment.
As if reading my mind, she removes one of her hands from my shoulders and uses a long, slender finger to push her glasses back up her nose. The gesture sends my head spinning.
“Jesus fuck, Kat,” I grind out as I increase the tempo of my thrusts, now moving so hard that the desk lamp falls and crashes onto the floor.
Kat moans out my name as I bottom out with every thrust. My pace quickens to a frenzied tempo and just as I’m about to come, I feel her break apart beneath me.
Her legs tighten around my waist, and I feel her tight pussy contract around my cock.
With a growl, my release shoots down my spine and bursts into my balls.
Hot spurts of come release inside of her as her pussy contractions milk my cock for all it’s worth.
I let my forehead fall forward onto her shoulder and bite down hard at the soft skin there, claiming her as mine once again. It dawns on me that my ferality was not only accepted by her, but also matched. Like twin flames.
We ride out our simultaneous release, both shaking and shuddering. It takes a long time for our breathing to return to normal.
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KAT
Zayn kisses and soothes the bite he left at the tender part of my neck where it meets my shoulder. I blink rapidly, as if coming back down to earth. From where, I don’t know. Heaven, I guess.
Everything is back in focus with my glasses on, and I can see heavy rain streaking down the window on the other side of the office in thick rivulets made silver in the moonlight.
Zayn pulls out of me and tucks himself back into his black jeans.
The fact that I am completely naked except for my high heels, while he remains fully dressed does something to me.
I feel an impossible ripple of desire course through my abdomen, even though he was just inside of me moments ago.
I wonder if this desire, this searing hot need for him will ever ebb.
Zayn leans forward and kisses me tenderly on the very center of my forehead. “You got anything to drink in this office of yours, baby? I’m parched.”
I think for a moment. I do in fact have an emergency bottle of Balvenie 21 Year buried in the bottom drawer of my desk. It had come straight from my father’s office to mine. But I haven’t felt the need to sample it just yet.
I walk over to the desk, still without my clothes on, and procure the bottle for Zayn. He grins broadly and takes it from my hands. Uncorking it with his teeth, he takes a long draw directly from the bottle as he wraps his arms around me.
“Mmm, that is smooth,” is his low reply. I catch the double meaning in his words as his eyes eat up my still naked form. Zayn leans forward to brush his lips across my throat.
“So. You up for round two, Doc?” his voice murmurs gently against my neck. He flashes that same roguish grin he gave me the first day we met in this very office. Jesus.
Smiling, I gently slide his hands from my waist, and look around for my clothes.
“Uhm, no. I think my vagina needs at least a four-to-six hour break, Zayn.”
He smirks as he passes me the bottle of whiskey. “That’s fair, baby. You take my cock so well. I suppose I can give you that.” I splutter a bit as I take a sip, the cool amber liquid burns my throat and nostrils. This is a perfect reminder of why I don’t drink this shit.
“Jesus,” I choke out. His words.
Zayn grasps me around the waist and pulls both me and the bottle of Balevnie close to him. We collapse together in a fit of gentle kisses and soft laughter. And Zayn draws my face to him before I can reach for my clothes on the couch.
For just a moment, everything is perfect.
And with his warm lips pressed against my neck, I start to question the statement I just made. Four to six hours was a long time, really.