22. Kat
22
KAT
B lake slides into me, so thick and hard and long that it takes my breath away.
I tilt my hips, needing more, but he holds himself steady.
“You’re so fucking amazing, Kitten,” he says, pulling back and thrusting in. “I could spend every night buried deep inside you. It would never get old.”
All I can do is moan as he starts to move, fucking me harder and faster. I arch my back, lifting my hips, needing to take him deeper.
Blake pulls back, though, teasing my entrance with just his tip as I whine for more.
“You need more, Kitten?” he says, keeping his thrusts shallow.
I need everything he’ll give me. I’ve never felt so full, so completely consumed by another person, and I need him back inside me like that.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” I pant, tilting my hips again.
He doesn’t give in, still teasing me with nothing more than the first two inches of his cock.
“Hmm,” he says, his hips moving slowly. “I’m not sure. Because from where I’m standing, Kitten, you’ve been teasing me all day. Trying to get me to this point. You’ve had me hard as a fucking rock all day, and I think you need to be punished for it.”
Those words shoot straight through me, my pussy clenching. Dirty talk shouldn’t do it for me. I hold a PhD, for crying out loud. But reason has no place here. It’s nothing more than feeling, seduction, lust.
“How?” I manage.
I want nothing more than for him to bend me over the side of this bed and pound into me. I’m realizing, though, that he’s completely in charge now. I may have had a moment while I was going down on him. I literally had him by the balls there for a few minutes.
But this is all him. We’re playing his game, on his terms.
And I fucking love it.
Blake doesn’t respond. He pulls out completely, and in one swift move, he has me bent over the bed, my torso on the mattress and feet on the floor. I’m tall enough that it’s a comfortable position, and as he positions himself behind me, I push my ass back against him.
“Oh, Kitten, you still think you’re directing this?” Blake chuckles, and then I gasp as his hand comes down hard on my backside. “That’s for teasing me today, baby. Because the joke’s on you. I don’t want you for your body, as fucking delicious as it is.”
His hand connects with my ass again.
“I want you for you. For your sass, your confidence. Your looks are just a bonus, Kitten.”
His words make my heart clench, because it’s the first time anyone has ever said anything like that.
I know I’m attractive. I put myself through college by modeling. And I’ve gotten used to the stares, the comments, the unwanted attention.
No one has ever wanted me for what’s beneath all of that.
Blake guides his cock inside me, thrusting forward to bottom out in one move that steals my breath. He pulls back, only to thrust deep once again as his palm lands on my ass cheek a third time.
The sensations are overwhelming. The stretch and fullness and pleasure of his cock inside me. The sting of his spanks—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to leave a delicious tingling sensation in their wake .
The overwhelming sense of being owned.
“So good, Kat. So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust. “This is my cunt, baby. Got it?”
An orgasm cuts off my air, and the only sound I make is a strangled cry, my body shuddering beneath him.
He slows but doesn’t stop as I recover, and when my breathing normalizes, he picks up speed. “You’ve got another one for me, don’t you?”
I’m still recovering from the last orgasm. Another one may kill me.
I shake my head, my face rubbing against the soft cotton of the hotel sheets.
Blake’s hands grip my hipbones, and he uses them as leverage to pull me back onto him as he thrusts forward, setting up a rhythm that’s hard and fast and punishing.
“I think you do, Kitten. Another climax just for me.”
Before I can protest, my body betrays me, spasming around his length as my body starts to build toward another orgasm.
Blake swells inside me, burying himself deep. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”
One last climax rips through me, leaving me shaking as he comes, too. He collapses on top of me, his body pinning me to the bed as we try to catch our breaths.
I’m quivering when he pulls out of me.
Blake helps me back onto the bed, where I duck under the covers, pulling them up to my chin to warm my shaking body while he takes care of the condom.
My confidence in the moment trembles in the vulnerability of the aftermath. This is the part they don’t show in movies. They show the buildup, the hot sex, and then cut to the morning after. And maybe this is why.
Alone in this big bed while Blake is in the bathroom, I start questioning if this was the right move. If it was as good for him as it was for me, because it was fucking mind-blowing. Wondering what he’s thinking.
And God, I hate when my mind does this. It’s not a feeling I’m used to.
Blake is smiling when he emerges from the bathroom, though, and my heart melts again.
“You’re fucking amazing, Kitten,” he says, sliding into bed next to me and pulling me close.
He nuzzles his nose in my hair.
Sleep beckons, but I need to know. “Are we doing this, Blake? Really doing this? ”
His arms curl around me, holding me tight. “Yeah, baby. This is real.”
There’s raw vulnerability to his words, but strength, too.
I relax into him, my back to his front as he holds me tight.
You’d think twice in one night would be enough, but I wake up still wanting Blake again.
Not wanting a repeat of yesterday, I slip out of bed and tiptoe to the bathroom. I’m going to be spending the day getting ready with the bridal party—Addie assures me there will be mimosas.
Unlike the bridesmaids, though, no one is coming to do my hair and makeup, so I need to be practically ready for the wedding when I head to Addie’s suite.
I turn on the shower and study myself in the mirror as I wait for it to warm up. My lips are puffy, the edges chapped, a remnant of all the kissing we did last night.
Kissing may be putting it lightly. At one point, it was a full-on make-out session, the kind high schoolers have behind the bleachers at the football field .
The area between my legs is sore but still aching for more.
I think I’m addicted to him.
I slip into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. The water pressure is perfect. Steam rises in the glass enclosure as I take my time, lathering the body wash richly over my skin. The humidity down here is doing nice things for my skin, which is a bonus, so I almost don’t need the moisturizing body wash. It makes me smell nice, though, so I wash a second time.
When a blast of cold air hits me, I let out a short scream.
“Jumpy this morning, huh?” Blake says, stepping into the shower with me.
He ducks his head under the spray.
“Only when someone invades my shower,” I retort, but aside from the cold air, which is already fading, I’m not that upset.
In fact, this is the first time I’ve had a full, unobstructed view of Blake completely naked, and I don’t hate it.
Water runs in rivulets down his chest, dipping into the valleys between his chiseled muscles. His abs are defined, forming a V that points down to his…
I swallow hard, remembering last night.
“I’m just happy to see you,” Blake says, smirking .
It would seem so. His cock is hard and ready. A bead of precum at the tip washes away as he steps under the water again.
I wasn’t expecting him to join me in the shower, but I’m not at all upset by his presence.
He pulls my back into his front, palming my breasts as he bites my shoulder.
“Don’t leave a mark,” I gasp out. “My dress is strapless.”
That’s the last thing I need, a hickey on full display at a wedding.
“Then I definitely want to leave a mark. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” He growls the words.
His hands slide down my wet skin, over my hips, and to my core. He slips a finger inside me as his cock presses against my ass, and I know he can feel how wet I am.
“Fuck, Kat.” He spins me around to face him, pressing my back against the hard tile of the shower. “I want you so bad right now, Kitten.”
“Then take me,” I breathe, no longer caring that he’s interrupted my shower.
Nothing matters but the two of us.
Blake lifts my leg, bending it at the knee and pulling me closer, so that his cock presses against my center. “Are you on birth control?”
I nod. “I have an implant. I’m good.”
“You sure?” He pushes against me, the tip of his cock teasing my clit.
“Yes. God, yes.” The last word ends on a gasp as he pushes inside me.
He hooks a hand behind my other leg and lifts it so I’m straddled around him. He’s holding me in place, back against the shower wall, while he fucks me. In this position, I can’t control the pace or the depth.
It’s all him.
He thrusts hard and fast, reaching the brink of orgasm in minutes.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, as his cock swells inside me.
My muscles tighten as I find the bundle of nerves, touching myself with just the right amount of pressure, and when he comes inside me, I explode right along with him.
Blake lowers me carefully to the ground, his cum running down my leg.
“Nothing like a shower quickie to wake you up,” he says, smirking.
“It’s definitely new for me.”
I’ve never had sex in the shower. I didn’t even think it was a thing people did. I thought it was like multiple orgasms or having an orgasm just from sex. Something that just happens in movies and romance novels.
But then, those turned out to be possible for me, too.
Talk about a sex education.
Blake picks up a bottle of something called 5-in-1 and squirts gel onto his hand. As he lathers his hair and then continues with the suds over his face and down his body, I peek at the label. Apparently, it’s shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, and—I squint—full-body deodorant.
I have approximately eight products to fulfill those five functions. No wonder men don’t need as long as women in the shower.
It smells good, though, and I take a long sniff as he rinses.
“All yours,” Blake says. “Thanks, babe.”
He winks as he opens the shower door and steps out.
I wash my face before I turn off the water.
Blake has left a towel within easy reach, which I wrap around myself before I squeeze the extra water out of my wavy hair.
I rub some product between my fingers and comb it through my hair. Hotel hairdryers never seem to have a diffuser, so I’ll have to grab mine out of my suitcase if I want to try to play up the curls.
I layer on my moisturizer and sunscreen before I pull out my makeup kit.
“I’m going to head over to Cam’s suite,” Blake says, walking into the bathroom in nothing but gray sweatpants.
“Are you going to wear a shirt?”
He grins. “Of course. They don’t appreciate my body like you do.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling as he lands a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Have fun with the girls. And Kat?”
“Mmm?”
He leans in close. “That was just a quickie in the shower. I’m saving up for tonight. I’m going to be inside you all night long.”