Chapter 32
thirty-two
Josh
For the first time since I met her, Kate was honest. Looked me right in the eye and told me what she wanted, and I’d be lying if that didn’t awaken something in me.
I’ve always enjoyed being the one in control, but when she looked at me tonight like she wanted to fuck me right in the middle of the greenroom, I found myself wondering what it would be like to be under her control.
Walking ahead of me into my dimly lit suite, she crosses to the far corner and flicks the lamp on, flooding the room with a warm, golden glow. She slides her feet out of her boots and shrugs out of her leather jacket before turning to face me.
I run a hand through my hair and feel the dry, gritty texture left over from a night on stage. I should feel gross. Sweaty and sticky, but all I feel is alive. My entire body is humming with the anticipation of what this night could bring.
“Aren’t you going to ask why?” she asks.
“I don’t need to,” I say. “You’re in charge tonight, sweetheart. You say it, I do it.”
Her lips part slightly and she licks her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth. “Is that so?”
“You wanted this,” I say, motioning to my torso. “So yeah. We’ll call an audible tonight. Lady’s choice.”
She grins.
“Take it off,” she says, nodding at the zip-up I still have on and looking at me like she’s about to eat me alive.
God damn. I already like this side of her.
I pull my arms out of my hoodie sleeves as she watches me, her eyes dragging over every inch of my body like she’s seeing me for the first time.
Her gaze lingers on my chest where the metallic gold paint shines under the low light in the room before dropping lower, following the lines where it ran down my stomach and disappears into the top of my black jeans.
“Come here,” she says, and I groan because it’s not a request. It’s hungry and demanding and it drives me fucking crazy.
I cross the room to stand in front of her, watching her eye-fuck me the entire way, and I’d be lying if I said this woman wasn’t damn good for my ego.
Her hands drop to my belt, working it loose with a deliberate slowness that makes my blood heat.
“Tonight,” she says, moving her hands from my belt and sliding her palms up my stomach and to my chest. “I want him.” Her eyes follow the path her hands are making as they slide up my body, paint smearing slightly as she goes.
“The version of you that commands the stage.” She leans in and rises onto her toes, lips brushing my ear. “I want him on his knees for me.”
I drop in front of her without hesitation, groaning as her fingers thread into my hair and her nails drag along my scalp. I roll my neck and press my head up into her hand like a fucking dog, and she hums in approval, closing her fist around a handful of the strands and tipping my head back.
“Look at you,” she says, pulling her fingers from my hair and tracing them lightly down my cheek before gripping my chin between her thumb and index finger.
“So fucking good for me.” My eyes close at the pleasure I feel coursing through me from just her touch.
“Do you like this? Being told what to do?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. I’m too far gone, rock hard and desperate, because she’s right. I do love it.
“You control thousands of people every night,” she goes on, her voice like silk against my skin. “But right now? You’re mine.”
I growl low in my throat as I watch her take one small step back, her eyes never leaving mine as she starts to strip.
She crosses her arms and her fingers curl at the hem of her shirt, sliding it slowly up and over her body before tossing it to the floor, revealing that she isn’t wearing a bra.
I lick my lips as I watch her hands slide down her body to the button of her jeans, wishing like hell they were my hands instead.
She peels them down her legs, and I groan when I realize she isn’t wearing any underwear either.
“Fuck,” I say on an exhale.
She grins and I watch as she turns and struts across the room, hips swaying with each tortuous step she takes in the wrong direction.
She turns and sits on the bed, spreading her legs wide for me.
My eyes move down her body to that perfect fucking pussy and my mouth waters. She leans back on her hands and smirks.
“Want a taste?” she asks, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
I nod and swallow, my eyes fixed on the prize in front of me.
“Then crawl.”
My hands hit the floor, and I do exactly what she says. When I make it to the bed I lean back on my heels and look up at her, waiting for permission.
“Show me what else that mouth of yours can do and make me come.”
I don’t hesitate. My hands find the back of her knees and I drag her to the edge of the bed, throw her legs over my shoulders, and taste. Tease. Give her just enough but not enough.
“Josh,” she whimpers, her fingers curling into my hair.
“Patience, sweetheart,” I murmur. “I’m savoring.”
She groans and I laugh against her skin before licking a slow path up her thigh, watching her writhe, hearing her breath stutter in her chest.
When I slide two fingers inside her, she lets out a sound so desperate and needy, it nearly unravels me. I grip her hip tighter, holding her in place while I taste her slowly, letting her feel every flick of my tongue and every curl and drag of my fingers.
Her body tenses and she comes with a sinful moan of my name, her fingers pulling in my hair and her cunt clenching around my fingers as I work her through it.
I expect her to collapse back onto the bed, but she stands, placing her hand on my chin and guiding me to my feet.
I groan as she kisses me hard before spinning us and pushing me back onto the bed with steady hands on my chest. My back hits the mattress and she’s straddling me in seconds, her thighs tight against my hips, her eyes dragging down my body like she knows she owns every inch.
My hands reach to touch her, but she plants her palms on my wrists and shakes her head slowly, a wicked smile curling her lips.
“Uh-uh,” she says, dragging her nails lightly across my chest, watching as she leaves marks in the paint. “You don’t get to touch until I say.”
Jesus Christ.
She grinds her hips against me, and I let out a strangled sound that might have been her name. My muscles go tight under her, the self-control I usually pride myself on slipping with every calculated movement of her hips.
I didn’t expect this. She’s all fire and filthy confidence, and it’s doing something dangerous to me.
My hands fist in the sheets as she drags her nails over my stomach before unbuttoning my jeans and pulling on the zipper, the familiar sound feeling almost obscene in the quiet room.
Kate drags her lips down my throat, nipping at my collarbone with just enough bite to make me groan as her fingers slip beneath the waistband of my briefs and curl around me with a confidence that makes my entire body jolt.
Her thumb teases the head of my cock in a slow, maddening stroke that has my hips bucking despite my best effort to behave. She presses her free hand against my chest, pinning me down.
“Stay,” she commands softly, and I swear to god, I’ve never wanted to be this obedient in my life. She tugs at the waistband of my pants, and I lift my hips so she can pull them down.
I almost lose it entirely when she finally takes me in her mouth—just the tip, just enough to tease—before dropping low and taking me to the back of her throat once.
Twice. On the third pass, she does that thing with her tongue and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I growl through gritted teeth.
Pulling off with a sinful pop, she looks up at me through her lashes. I’m breathing like I’ve just run five miles, every muscle in my body pulled as tight as a bowstring, body fucking desperate for her.
She bends forward again and presses her mouth close to my ear, her breath warm on my skin.
“Hands behind your head and eyes on me.”
As if I could look anywhere else.
I lie there and watch as she takes a condom out of the bedside table and opens the packet with her teeth. Taking the condom out, she pulls it down onto the tip of my cock, then lowers her mouth onto me and takes me slowly to the back of her throat, the condom unrolling over my length as she goes.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit out. “How the fuck did you just—” my words are cut off as she sinks onto me slowly, inch by inch, throwing her head back as I fill her.
“Fuck,” she moans, rolling her hips. “Do you feel that? How perfect this is?”
“Yeah, sweetheart, I—” I groan as she rolls her hips again. “I do.”
“I bet you’ve dreamed about this,” she says. “Me on top of you. Using you to make myself come.”
“Fuck, Kate,” I grit out as she lifts herself up and sinks back down. “Yes.”
She moves slowly at first, then faster, harder, chasing her own pleasure while keeping me right on the edge.
She breaks first—her head thrown back, a beautiful cry of my name torn from her throat as her walls pulse around me, squeezing me so good that I nearly come with her.
She leans forward and buries her face in my neck, both of us panting.
I kiss her temple and whisper, “Fuck. You have no idea what you just did to me.”
Kate lifts her head and grins.
“Oh,” she says, breathless but smug. “I think I do. And now,” she says, sitting up and running her fingers through her hair before planting her hands on my thighs and leaning back, a sexy smirk growing across that pretty mouth.
“I want you to stop holding back. Touch me. Fuck me like only you can. Make me scream your name louder than they did tonight.”
And I do.