Chapter 37
Mari
“Huh?” I ask, dropping my head into Kas’s neck.
His fingers ghost my pussy again and I gasp into his neck. He’s such a tease, the biggest tease. I love it.
“Get out and bend over the sink,” he repeats. I sit up, nestling Kas’s cock between my thighs with a wiggle of my hips. He squeezes his eyes shut in anguish. “Just bend over the sink.”
I giggle at his dramatics, and he moans at the vibration of my body on his. Kas shoots up into a sitting position and my front presses against his soaked tee.
“Hold on tight,” he says.
Without looking away from his blue gaze, I hug his torso as he stands. He turns off the shower when he straightens completely and takes a few steps to set me down at the sink he so desperately wants me bent over.
I suck in a breath when he peels off his T-shirt and shorts, throwing them aside with a resounding splat. We’re both naked now and Kas takes a look at me. It’s a thorough look that has me squirming under his gaze.
“Bend over,” Kas murmurs. I give him a smirk and spin so my back is to him. He presses a hand against the back of my neck so I hinge over at the waist and my breasts graze the damp countertop. Again, he palpates my side. “Does this hurt?” he whispers.
I gasp when he presses against a sensitive spot. It’s tender, not painful.
“No,” I whisper down at the counter. My voice echoes back at me and it sounds breathy, needy. “I need you to palpate a different area,” I flirt.
Kas trails his other hand down to the juncture between my legs, stroking a line up and over my clit. He does it again and presses one digit into me. I mewl when he curls his finger. There’s a punishing balance between pain and pleasure with the ache of my side and the brushing of his fingers inside of me.
“I’ll palpate both,” he says.
I flinch when Kas inserts another finger and pumps them in at an agonizingly slow pace.
I jerk my hips, beckoning him to go faster. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Don’t rush me.”
Kas’s tone is unbending, and I whimper when he keeps pushing and pulling two fingers.
He taps a third finger against my clit. “You’re so wet, I bet I could add more. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
My arousal grows and Kas’s fingers reach a dizzying pace until I’m starving for release.
“Try it,” I breathe, squeezing my eyes shut to focus on not buckling under him. My nails press into the edge of the counter at the unfamiliar stretch of a third finger. “Too much,” I whisper. He extracts one finger and I feel too empty. “No, that was good,” I pant. “That was—”
I can’t make up my mind.
“That was what?” he asks, puffing out a soft breath against my ear.
Kas shifts his hands; the tips of his left rub my clit and it almost nullifies the pressure of the addition of a third finger with his other hand. The familiar rolling of a dawning orgasm begins, and my mouth opens with a strained wheeze. This feels amazing: the stretch, the pressure, the—
He rips his fingers out of me and I involuntarily whine. The growing fire inside is promptly snuffed out and I’m left panting over the counter.
Kas presses himself flush against me, and he hardens against my ass as he trails a path of warm kisses over my nape.
“I want all of you, not just your finger,” I say with my eyes closed.
Kas grows harder at my admission and nips lightly at my neck. “I know, I just wanted you to say it before I offered.”
Through my stuttered breathing, I barely manage a scoff. I impatiently reach behind me to grasp his cock and pull him so the crown nudges against me.
Kas makes a choked noise. “Condom?” he grunts.
I release him and blindly smack my hand across the area around the sink, feeling for the packet of birth control that rattles when I find the sharp edge of it.
With an agreeable hum, Kas nudges against my opening and I hold my breath before succumbing to the gentle prodding of his cock against the place his fingers once were. He brackets his hand over the nape of my neck and gently pushes forward.
He takes a little getting used to because he’s big. Not uncomfortably large, but enough that it has me holding my breath until the initial stretch dwindles and in its place is fullness.
I’m full of Kas, mentally and physically. He is everywhere.
“I won’t make this quick,” he assures.
His palm caresses down my spine as he finishes pushing into me.
“Good,” I whisper.
Kas’s body trembles behind me and in the fogged-up mirror in front, I find him staring directly at the place where we become one. I push back into him, and it must’ve caught him by surprise because his hands clutch my hips.
“Wait,” he chokes with his eyes squeezed shut. “Don’t fucking—don’t do that. That will make it quick.”
Kas shudders and swallows deeply before choking out a groan.
“I might die if I don’t move,” I whisper.
I relax my body into an arch and rock back against him. After a few more rocks, he thrusts of his own volition until we’re building a rhythm that elicits noises from me I’ve never made before. The bathroom reverberates a chorus of wet slaps, high-pitched mews, and staggered grunts.
A loud moan rips from my throat and I mute it by biting into the flesh of my forearm. Kas reaches round and lifts my chin with his palm, simultaneously directing my gaze to us in the water-covered mirror and forcing me to voice my pleasure.
“I want to hear you,” he says.
His calloused palm slides from my chin to my neck. I don’t know if it’s purposeful, but his hand covering the front of my throat causes a low moan to escape me. Kas’s thrusts become jagged for a moment.
I’m reaching behind me to encourage him to continue, and he takes my wayward hand to secure it with his own at the base of my back.
“I can feel you getting close,” he whispers against the top of my spine.
“I think I’m—” I can’t even finish my sentence without feeling like my head is going to explode.
In a silent act of control, he cements me to the edge of the counter and pulls out entirely. He glides in unbearably slowly until his thighs meet mine, and he bends over me to nip, kiss, and lick down my spine.
“What are you doing?” I hiss.
“What’s the rush?” he whispers.
Kas kisses my upper back, suckling gently on the damp flesh. I push back again and he holds me still, fingers denting the flesh of my hips.
“I need to—”
“You need to what?” Kas asks. “You need me to fuck you until you come?”
I nod, his hold on my hips preventing me from doing the job myself.
“Yes,” I whisper. His cock throbs inside of me at my answer and I throb back. “Oh god,” I whine. “Move again.”
“Count for me.”
“What?” I say furiously.
He’s doing everything but making me come. I can feel his smile against my back and the light brush of his fingers over my clit when he pulls out again.
“Count to five. Slowly.”
So I count in my head. One. Two.
“One,” he says, overriding my internal enumeration. “Two.” He inches inside of me.
The weight of my head drops and the slow monotonous pleasure in my core ebbs and wanes.
I carry on counting without hesitation. “Three.”
The slower I count, the slower he pushes into me and by the time I reach five, I can’t even vocalize the number.
Kas pulls out of me. “Let’s try that again.”
He takes some of the wetness that’s built between my thighs and uses it to glide his finger around my clit.
“One,” I breathe. “Two.” My arm slips from the wet counter and nudges the faucet open. We’re both too swept up in pleasure to care that there’s water splashing us from the sink. “Three ...” I sob. “Four ... Five.”
By five, he’s bottomed out inside of me and before he can pull out again, or do another bout of sexual teasing, I push back into him. I guess the movement was unexpected because Kas hunches over and releases a guttural moan into my back. I anchor myself with the tap in front of me and begin a steady pace of pulling away and pushing back until Kas decides to join me.
Kas watches me work myself on his cock with his brows etched in concentration. “Fuck me, S?oneczko. That’s it.”
“I’m going to . . .”
He knows what I’m trying to say, he can probably feel it too because I’m clenched up so tight, I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.
“That’s it, S?oneczko. You’re gonna fucking come?”
His English moans of pleasure eventually intertwine with Polish, and I grit my teeth as my cries quiver with each growing wave of pleasure. It’s brutal as much as it is meaningful, and I moan his name on a euphoric exhale.
“There it is,” he encourages.
Each plunge inside of me pushes the pleasurable coiling of my stomach into a taut pull. My release is so close, I can almost taste it.
Kas strokes my clit and takes me over and beyond the realms of any orgasm I’ve experienced before. I don’t fake a scream, I don’t pretend to convulse. I let my body grow rigid and allow my orgasm to rend me into nothingness.
“ Fuuuck ,” he hisses on a drawn out note.
His voice rumbles through me and I smile into the damp bathroom counter. I languidly force my hips back into him until his rhythm surrenders to pleasure. The warmth of his come inside of me and his labored breathing against my back is oddly soothing.
It doesn’t soothe me for long because a loud bang sounds from outside of the hotel room.
“Kas! You in there? I need to use your bathroom, Vi is using ours.”
“Fucking Devon,” Kas hisses, sliding out of me with a grunt.
He secures a small hand towel around his waist and darts into his room with a single, parting kiss.
I remain laid out on the counter next to the sink, my eyes darting from left to right because there’s come leaking out of me and Kas has thrown me so off-kilter, I have no idea what to do with myself.
I straighten and Kas’s come drips faster down my thigh. I blush at the feeling and sit on the toilet until the dripping stops. I pee, wipe, flush, and use the small shower head to rinse off what I can in an awkward leg-spread-semi-squat.
“Towel,” I mumble.
There’s no usable towel in my bathroom—Kas took the only dry one left in here. I spin in a circle, looking for anything to cover myself up with that isn’t a tiny washcloth.
The hotel bathrobe. In the closet.
“Mari? You in?”
I freeze two steps into my bedroom, naked and wet.
Devon? Again?
“Yeah!” I call. “Give me a sec!”
Kas’s door whips open and he rips the small hand towel off the lower half of his body to chuck it at me. I clench it and stare at him with wide eyes.
“This isn’t going to cover my entire body!” I hiss and throw it back at his naked body.
He spits out a laugh and looks around my room in a similar fashion to how I looked around the bathroom for a towel.
“Mari? Everything okay?” Devon asks from the outside of the hotel room door connected to the hallway.
“Oh, everything is great!”
More than great, I just slept with Kas.
I smile to myself as I yank a bathrobe from inside the hotel closet and tie it with a popped collar in case there are giant hickeys anywhere on my body that I haven’t seen.
Kas chuckles at my panic, disappearing back into his room.
“Coming!” I shout, pulling open the door.
“Hey, I just used Kas’s bathroom and thought I’d come and get Vi’s skirt while I’m here.” Devon stands in the dinosaur pajamas Violet bought to match hers. I peer back into my hotel room, racking my memory of where I put her skirt. “She mentioned it earlier today,” he adds.
“Oh? It’s late, I can give it to her tomorrow.”
Devon looks around the room again, and then at me, acknowledging the popped-collar bathrobe with a puzzled expression.
He nods slowly. “Sure, tomorrow.”
“You good?” I ask.
“Great ... Night, Mari.” Devon falters as he steps back and flashes me a forced megawatt smile before stalking down the hall.
“Night, Devon,” I say and shut my door.
“By the way, your rib isn’t broken.”
“Oh jeez!” I press my hand to my chest when Kas enters through our door without his towel. “Don’t scare me like that.”
His pace doesn’t slow and within three wide steps, he hoists me into his arms and tosses me onto my bed with a deep chuckle.
Yeah, my rib is definitely not broken.