21. Blake
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BLAKE
M y cock throbs, pressing painfully against my slacks. Despite my session in the shower this morning, I’ve been hard most of the day.
And Kat is the entire reason.
Starting first thing this morning, when I woke up to her fingering herself.
Fingering herself.
Not just in the same bed as me, but while I held her against me.
It took every ounce of strength to not move my hands down next to hers and help.
I prayed that she’d chalk my erection up to morning wood—it may have started like that, but when I woke up to her heavy breathing, it was entirely because of her .
How did I end up cuddling with her? No idea. We went to sleep on opposite sides of the bed, our backs to one another. But however it happened, it set something in motion.
Kat has been on a mission today. It’s obvious that she’s doing everything in her power to make me want her.
The joke’s on her, though. I’ve wanted her since the minute I saw her, and it has nothing to do with the cleavage she’s had on display today.
Okay, it has something to do with her cleavage. But there’s more to it than that.
The night we shared was barely enough to whet my appetite for not only her body but her mind, and since that day, I’ve been wishing there was a chance for more between us.
I’ve been hanging on by a thread. My resolve to keep this fake relationship…well, fake, is fading. If nothing else, I’ve been getting closer and closer to throwing out the rule about no intimacy.
Kat may be a strong, independent woman, used to doing things her way.
But this time? We’re doing things my way.
I draw back from Kat to study her face. Emotions war in her eyes. Excitement. Trepidation.
Lust .
“Yes,” she breathes, and it takes everything in me to keep from claiming her mouth right here.
“Good girl,” I say, my voice low, my control so tight it’s about to snap. I don’t miss the way her shoulders relax at my words, the way her eyes widen for half a second. “Let’s go.”
I take her hand and lead her down the hallway, taking long strides that eat up the space between the dinner and the elevator.
“Should we say goodnight to everyone?” Kat asks.
I don’t answer. I already spoke with Cam and Addie, along with anyone else who’d ask where we were, letting them know both Kat and I were turning in. When I left the rehearsal dinner and headed down the hallway, I knew exactly what my plan was. There was never any intention of returning to the party unless she turned me down.
And after her teasing all day, there was no chance of that. She wants this as much as I do.
The elevator door slides open with a soft ding . I wait for Kat to step in before I follow her and press four. We stand in silence, her hand gripping mine until the doors slide open on our floor.
From her expression, it’s obvious that she expected me to kiss her in the elevator, that classic move from all the rom-com books and movies. But because it’s classic, it’s cliche, and the last thing I want to be is predictable.
The hallway from the elevator to our room seems longer than usual. Kat’s breathing gets shallow as we approach the door, and my own pulse starts to ratchet up.
I take my time, though, sliding my key card into the slot and pushing the door open slowly. We’re on my time now.
I’m controlling every second of this.
Kat steps past me into the room, turning back to face me only a few feet beyond the door.
I give her a slow smile as the door closes behind us, but I stay far enough away that she’ll question everything.
The confusion is obvious in her eyes as she looks from me to the door, then deeper into the suite and back. When her eyes meet mine again, she runs her tongue over her lips almost hesitantly, like she’s waiting for me to pull her to me and kiss her.
I place a finger under her chin and tilt her face upward. “My way, remember?”
She nods, her lips parting, her sudden submissive nature sending every drop of blood in my body to my already-hard cock.
“Turn around. ”
Kat does, and I grasp the zipper of her dress and pull it down to her waist, exposing her back and a lacy bra. As I slip the sleeves off her shoulders, the deep-green dress puddles around her high heels. I walk in a slow circle around her, taking in everything.
Her soft skin.
The way her pulse hammers in her neck.
The jade-green lace of her matching bra and thong.
The sharp edge of her hipbones and clavicles.
The sheen of moisture already visible through the sheer fabric of her underwear.
Behind her once again, I unclasp her bra and let it fall to the floor. Circling to stand in front of her, I set my hands on her hipbones and run them up her sides until my thumbs brush along the sides of her breasts, drawing a gasp from her lips.
I hold back a groan at the way her body responds to mine. Fuck, she’s absolutely perfect. Her breasts are small, round, and firm, her dark nipples beading into points that beg me to take them in my mouth.
We have all night, though. And Kat has spent all day teasing me. It’s time she gets a taste of it herself.
I drop my hands from her body and gesture with my chin. “Get on the bed.”
A soft sound escapes from her lips, almost a protest at the loss of my touch, but she obeys, kicking off her heels as she walks through the suite toward the bedroom. The lights are off, only the faint glow of the resort shining through the window. A sliver peeks through the space where the curtains part and falls across Kat’s stomach, illuminating her glowing skin.
“Touch yourself.” I cross my arms over my chest, watching her from the foot of the bed.
Just like the one night we shared together, her breath hitches at the dominance in my voice. Kat Milas may be a strong, independent woman, but she gets off on being told what to do. And the fact that she is so confident in every other setting makes her submission to me even hotter.
Her fingers move tentatively down her body and pause at her breasts. She rolls one nipple then the other between her fingers, a moan slipping from her mouth.
“Pinch them.” My voice is dark, deep, commanding, and she’s responding to it like no one I’ve ever met.
She tightens her fingers around one nipple until her lips part with a gasp, then she moves to the other.
I give her a minute to play with her nipples then focus her attention back on me. “Now touch yourself. Just like you did this morning.”
Her sharp intake of breath confirms that she didn’t realize, or at least didn’t know for sure, that I knew exactly what she was doing in our bed this morning. Her hand moves down, her fingers pushing aside the fabric of her thong to reveal a perfect pink cunt dripping with arousal.
Is she wet at the thought of being caught touching herself this morning? At being told what to do, giving up control?
Or is it the attraction that’s been building between us since the very first night we met?
I move to the side of the bed, leaning over her to speak into her ear, my jaw scraping along her cheek. “You want this, Kitten? Be sure, because if we do this, that pussy belongs to me. No one else touches it without permission. Including you, baby.”
Kat throws her head back with a moan as I cover her hand with mine, directing her fingers exactly where I want them.
Sliding over her clit.
Teasing her entrance.
Her body tightens as her fingers move and she gets closer to a climax.
I remove my hand, letting her take what she needs.
“Come for me, Kitten,” I say, as her back arches and a fine sheen of sweat covers her body.
At my words, she explodes, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm as her moans fill the room.
While she breathes heavily, her eyes half closed, I undo my shirt buttons one at a time. I pull the shirt off my shoulders and toss it to the floor, then I reach for my belt as she smiles slowly at me.
“That was…” She licks her dark lips. “Yeah.”
I’ve never known Kat Milas to be at a loss for words. “It was beautiful, Kitten.”
“Why do you call me that?” she asks, her gaze dropping to my hands as I undo the belt buckle.
I shrug. “You’re Kat, but for me, you’re my little Kitten. You’re not as hard as you show the rest of the world.”
Her eyes widen as I shed my pants and boxer briefs in one movement, my cock hard, precum beading at the tip.
I chuckle at her expression. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”
Expressions flit across her face.
Lust.
Anticipation.
Need.
Kat slips off the bed, dropping to her knees in front of me, and takes my cock in her hand, her confidence doing as much for me as the sight of her dilated pupils and her hard nipples. Her delicate fingers don’t even touch as she grips my girth.
Keeping her eyes on me, she leans forward and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock.
I groan at the sensation. “Fuck, Kitten, you do that so well.”
Her hand slides to the base of my cock as she guides me into her mouth. The wet heat surrounds me, and when she hollows out her cheeks to take me deeper, I see stars.
I grasp a handful of her curls and twist it around my hand, guiding her as she moves back and forth until the edges of my vision blacken and I’m dangerously close to coming.
I pull back, fisting my cock as I look down at her. “Get back on the bed, Kitten.”
Kat looks up at me, not moving. “I wanted to make you come.”
Fuck, that’s hot, and a part of me wants nothing more than to watch her on her knees like this. But we’re doing this my way tonight or not at all.
“When I come, it’s going to be inside you, baby. Get that ass on the bed.”
Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are dark with arousal as she takes my hand to climb to her feet. She gets back on the bed and lies back against the pillows. She’s so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and it does something to my heart .
She slips her thong down, its fabric soaked, and throws the underwear to the floor. “Then fuck me, Blake. Like you mean it.”
I laugh as I pull my wallet from my discarded pants and remove a condom. It’s cute how she thinks she can gain control here. How she thinks she wants to.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll know I mean it.” I rip open the foil and sheath myself in one motion, then I settle on the bed over Kat.
She pulls in a breath as she looks at my cock, thick and heavy between my legs.
I glide my cock along her slit, taking my time. “You’re so fucking wet, babe,” I say, and she moans in response.
Then I shift my hips and bury myself inside her in one thrust, her pussy gripping me like a vise.
And I realize that not only is this the biggest gamble of my life, but that we just upped the ante once again.