by E. L. Todd
“Baby, just trust me on this.” I gave her a firm look. “Be patient.”
She sighed then looked down at her food. “Fine.”
“Good girl.”
She kicked me under the table. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a dog.”
“Why?” I asked. “Dogs are cute. I love dogs.”
That cute smile stretched her lips again. “I love dogs too.”
“See, we’re meant for each other.”
“Because we both love dogs?” she asked with a laugh.
“It’s pretty important.” I kept eating and tried not to chuckle at the incredulous look on her face. Somehow, she looked really cute when she was confused.
She dropped the subject and kept eating, probably not seeing the logic in continuing the conversation.
When we finished dinner, I grabbed the tab.
She snatched it out of my grasp. “I’m buying this time.”
I gave her a, “Don’t fuck with me look,” and snatched it back. “No. I pay for your meals. Don’t go all feminist on me.”
“I am a feminist,” she said in offense.
“Well, I’m not. I pay for your things.”
“Excuse me?” she said. “You aren’t a feminist?”
“I believe women can do anything men can do. But I also think I need to take care of you. And that’s what’s going to happen. I guess I believe in chivalry more than feminism.”
“And I believe in an equal partnership.”
I threw the cash inside and let the tab on the table. “Well, I don’t. Get used to it.”
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“That’s the kind of man I am, sweetheart. We can argue about it all you want. I don’t mind because you’re really cute when you get fired up and angry but it won’t change anything.”
Katarina still looked pissed but she didn’t tell me off. “If you weren’t so hot and sweet…”
I smiled. “Good thing I am.” I left my chair then helped her out of hers. Then I hugged her waist as we walked out.
She was stiff beside me but I knew her anger would slowly disappear. We walked up the sidewalk and I maneuvered us to a place we’d already been. The convenient store looked exactly as it used to two years ago. I stopped and turned toward the door. “I’m going to pick up a few things before we head back.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“A snack.” I walked inside with her then headed to the cookie aisle. I discreetly watched her face, hoping to see some sign of recognition. I stopped in front of the Oreos then grabbed a few.
“You really love Oreos, huh?” she asked with a light laugh.
My plan wasn’t working. She didn’t remember anything. “Yeah. And I want to eat them off your body when we get home.”
“Ooh…that sounds fun.”
I paid for the Oreos then we walked outside. A bum wasn’t leaning against the wall like last time but the night seemed pretty similar to two years ago. The neon sign on the roof made a constant buzzing noise, and a swarm of moths danced in the light.
I grabbed Katarina and pushed her against the wall of the convenient store then kissed her hard. My hands moved slightly under her shirt and I felt the soft skin of her stomach. I devoured her, desperately trying to get her to remember that night. It meant something to me. I had to know it meant something to her. Connections were rare, if not impossible, for me to experience. I couldn’t let her take that away from me.
Her fingers dug into my hair and she twisted the strands while she kissed me. She breathed hard into my mouth, and my kisses stifled her moans. I was hard, and I let her know that by pressing it against her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said between kisses. I didn’t say this last time but I was thinking it. This girl was driving me up the wall and I was still fighting for her. It would make sense for me to give up and walk away. She was already married once before, she had a psycho friend that wanted her to himself, and she had the worst memory on the face of the planet. But here I was, still obsessed and working my ass off to keep this girl around.
What the hell was wrong with me?
When our embrace got too heated, I ended the kiss and pressed my forehead against hers. “You want to head back to your place?”
“Yeah…we need to eat those cookies.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
We sat at the kitchen table and opened the plastic boxes of cookies. I grabbed the same flavors we tried out last time. The root beer ones sat there uneaten. I already knew I didn’t like the taste and neither did she. But I’d eat them if it made her realize who I was.
“Try these.” I pushed the root beer ones toward her.
She cringed. “No, thanks.” She grabbed an original one and took a bite.
“Why not?”
“They’re gross.”
“I think they’re gross too.”
She narrowed her eyes in confusion while she chewed her cookie. “Then why did you buy them?”
I shrugged. “I thought you might like them.”
She shook her head quickly. “Can’t stand the taste.”
“When did you try them?” Will she remember that?
“A few years ago. I didn’t care for them.”
I wanted to scream. How could she not recognize my face? We were only together for a few hours but she really forgot about me? Why did I remember her but she didn’t remember me? I tried not to get mad and take it out on her. I ate a vanilla flavored one and tried to figure out how I would get her to remember me. It seemed impossible at this point.
“What’s your problem?” she asked.
“Problem? I don’t have a problem.” I looked down at my hands as I said it. I was doing a piss of a job hiding my annoyance.
“You just got moody all of a sudden.”
“You’re seeing things that aren’t there,” I lied.
“I think you’re full of it. But if you don’t want to tell me, that’s your right.”
I ate another cookie and thought about my next plan.
“Excuse me for a moment.” She left the table and walked into her bedroom.
Once she was gone, I leaned back into the chair and released a sigh. Why was this bothering me so much? Why couldn’t I just let it go? If she did remember me from that night, it might actually hurt the relationship rather than help it. So why couldn’t I let it go? I had no fucking idea. Maybe River was right. It was just because of my wounded pride.
Katarina opened the door, and she wasn’t wearing the dress she had on earlier. She wore a black baby doll top that barely reached her thighs. And stockings were on her legs slightly above her knee.
I froze, holding an Oreo in my hand without any intention of eating it.
She gave me a seductive grin. “Want to see my bedroom?” She twisted a strand of dark hair in her fingertips, being flirty.
“Uh…” I couldn’t remember how to talk. The ability left me. My tongue felt swollen and useless in my mouth.
She lifted her hand then beckoned me toward her with her forefinger. “Come on. I’m a little cold and need someone to keep me warm.”
“Uh…” I sounded like an idiot but couldn’t do much else. I’d already seen her naked and I knew she was a heathen in bed, but seeing her wear slutty black lingerie impaired me. She looked damn fine and I wanted to rip everything off with my teeth.
“I’ll be waiting.” She walked back inside her bedroom.
Once she was gone and I couldn’t see her gorgeous legs, my brain started working again. I didn’t want to have sex just yet, not when she might hurt me again, but I couldn’t resist her when she dressed like that. My cock was hard in my jeans and telling me to march into that bedroom right this second. But my mind was telling me it wasn’t a good idea.
The head of my cock made the decision for me.
I entered her bedroom and saw her lying on the bed. Her legs were leaning against her headboard, parallel to the wall, and her back was on the bed. She tilted her head back so she could lo
ok at me.
“What took you so long?” she said.
I smirked then crawled over her. Our heads were opposite of each other, my chin near her head. “It took me a moment to recover from the shock. You look fucking hot.”
“I’m sure an experienced man like you has seen better.”
My eyes turned serious as I looked at her beautiful face. “Actually, I haven’t.”
“Oh really?” she challenged. But there was a playful glow in her blue eyes.
“Really.” My voice came out quiet but it contained my sincerity. I lowered myself to my elbows and kept my head over hers. I’d never been in this position with a girl but I liked it. I leaned over her and pressed my lips to hers. Her bottom lip was on top, and I sucked it like I couldn’t get enough. My hands moved in her hair, cradling her head. And I continued to kiss her.
Her arms moved over her shoulders and she gripped the back of my neck, deepening the kiss.
Our quiet breathing became louder the longer we kissed, and I enjoyed the feel of her small tongue as it moved past mine. When I opened my eyes, I could see the cleavage line of her breasts. I resisted the urge to grab a tit and squeeze it. Kissing her was enough to satisfy me and I enjoyed that instead. Kissing was usually the activity I enjoyed the least. I preferred to skip all the bases and head straight to home plate. But with Katarina, the smallest things were enough.
An hour passed and we made out quietly on her bed. Her breathing fell on my chin, and my fingers dug deep into her silky hair. I wanted to do this all night and never stop. I wanted this to last a lifetime.
Katarina grabbed the fabric of my shirt and pulled it over my head. It messed up my hair as it was yanked away. I didn’t mind if she wanted to see me shirtless but I didn’t want this to go anywhere. I liked what we had.
She reached behind her neck and untied her halter-top. Then she pulled it down, revealing her perky and round tits. Her nipples were hard and I wanted to suck them. I stared at them because I couldn’t help myself. My hand grabbed one and massaged it aggressively. Then I rubbed my thumb across her nipple. I’d already seen them but I’d forgotten just how hot they were.
She moved her hands tip her hips and grabbed her thong. Then she started to pull it down.
If I let this go too far, I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself from sliding into home plate. I grabbed her hand and steadied it. Every guy in the world would think I was a pussy for stopping her but I didn’t care.
Her lips became immobile then she stopped kissing me altogether.
“Let’s take this slow,” I whispered.
“We’ve known each other for two months.”
Longer, actually. “I’m not ready.”
She sat up and faced me, her rack still in my line of sight. “How is that possible? You strike me as the kind of guy who doesn’t like to wait.”
“Because I’m not,” I said bluntly. “But we both know I’m different with you.”
Her eyes softened.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.” I crawled over her then lowered her head onto a pillow. “I can make you come in many other ways.”
Her eyes lit up in desire. “Yeah?”
“You want me to prove it?”
“Please.” Her arms snaked around my neck and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I had a dark tattoo down my ribs and I didn’t have that before. Perhaps if I had when we slept together, she would remember me. But now she was less likely to recognize me.
She pulled my lips to her and kissed me hard. Her legs squeezed my narrow hips, and then her hands moved down my back, dragging her nails against my skin. Even though I still had my jeans on, I knew she could feel my hard-on pressed against her. I kept thinking about her in intense sexual ways and I tried to stop myself. It would only weaken my resolve.
Satisfying her would stifle her desire so she wouldn’t try to seduce me anymore. My hand moved her thong over and my fingers found the soft and wet area between her legs. I slowly played with her, building her up until I gave her my best moves. I kissed her as I touched her, and I felt my cock twitch in my jeans.
She was so fucking hot.
Katarina became more aggressive, and her nails dug into me with such pressure I thought they would break the skin. Quiet moans escaped her lips and she breathed hard into my mouth like she couldn’t get enough air.
My fingers rubbed her clitoris, moving it in a circular motion. I knew she liked it when she gripped me savagely. Her cries increased, and she was moving against me like she wanted to fuck my brains out.
My fingers slowed down and I touched her lightly, teasing her. The longer I waited, the more intense her climax would be. I’d been around the block a few times and I knew my way around a woman’s body. I knew what made them tick.
“Goddammit, Cato.” She growled at me but the sound was full of longing.
I tried not to smile. “You want me to make you come?”
“What do you think, asshole?” She kissed me harder and sucked my bottom lip.
I pulled away and gave her a smile. “Alright, I hear ya.” I pressed my face to hers and examined her face. “I want to watch you.”
She gripped my shoulders and pulled me into her.
My fingers moved her clitoris hard and fast. I wish my tongue was doing it but I didn’t want to rush this. I wasn’t as excited to get to the finish line because I’d already been there once before. Katarina hadn’t, so to speak.
Katarina found her threshold and released a loud yell. “Oh god…” She showed the same enthusiasm last time I made her come. “Cato.” But this time she said my name, and I liked that. Her nails dug into me, almost cutting me. And then the orgasm passed and she relaxed her hold. Her breathing was labored, and slowly it returned to normal.
“You’re vicious in bed.” I looked down into her face, seeing the redness flush her cheeks.
“I just know what I want.” She gave me a gentle kiss.
“I can tell.”
Her hands moved up my stomach, over my tattoo, and to my chest. “I like your ink.”
“Yeah? You should get some too. It would look hot.”
“Maybe when I find something I want.” She placed a kiss in the center of my chest then rolled me to my back.
I knew what was going to happen. I was hard and wanted to come but I didn’t want to do too much, too fast. I grabbed her hands and stopped her from unbuttoning my jeans. “Cuddle with me.”
She gave me an incredulous look. “Your dick is about to break your zipper. And you want to cuddle?”
A slow smile stretched my lips. “Don’t mind him.”
She unbuttoned my jeans anyway.
I grabbed her hands. “You don’t owe me anything. Now lay with me.”
Her eyebrow shot up. “What’s your deal? I’m trying to give you head.”
“I just don’t want to rush anything.”
She still wasn’t convinced. “Are you a pussy?”
An involuntary laugh escaped my lips. “No, I’m not. I genuinely like you, so you don’t have to suck my dick to keep me around.”
“That’s not why I’m offering.” She unzipped my jeans. “It’s because I want to do it.” She got my jeans off then pulled down my boxers, revealing my long cock that was happy to see her. “And I’ve been told I give great head.” A flirtatious look was in her eyes.
By me.
She leaned over and took me into her mouth.
That was it. I was gone. I had no interest in being a gentleman and I wanted to come in the back of her throat. I wanted her to take all of me and suck me off.
She used one hand to jerk my length with even strokes and she took me into her mouth at the same time. She slid up and down my cock, just like a pro.
I leaned back and just enjoyed it.
She pulled her hair over one shoulder and deep-throated me, making sucking noises as she did it.
I grabbed her hair and fisted it, keeping it out of her face. Then I
guided her up and down, moaning as I did it. Maybe the reason I was obsessed with her was because she gave such amazing head. It wouldn’t be that surprising.
After making out with her for an hour, seeing her in lingerie, and watching her come, I didn’t have the strength to last long. I wanted to come and feel that warm sensation throughout my entire body.
I tapped the side of her head twice, letting her know I was about to come. If she didn’t want to feel my cum in the back of her throat, she needed to pull away now.
Instead, she looked up at me when she continued to go down on me.
Yes. I fisted her hair again and rocked into her mouth from below. My body started to tense in preparation and the most pleasant sensation stretched to every nerve and cell. I pushed my dick further into her as the climax began. “Fuck.” I gripped her neck as I released, filling her mouth with my seed. “Mmm…”
Katarina continued to move on my dick, making my orgasm last as long as possible.
When I finally finished, I was in a daze. I was exhausted and satisfied. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling with lidded eyes. I could die right now and I wouldn’t care.
“Told you.” She got off me then fixed her hair.
“Told me what?” I asked quietly.
“I give good head.”
“Oh, yes you do.” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward me. I positioned her into my side and wrapped my arm tightly around her, holding her like a teddy bear. My lips moved to her hairline and I inhaled her scent.
I felt something while I held her in my arms. It originated somewhere deep inside me, and it burned my skin. It was painful, but it felt good at the same time. I was happy but I was also scared. My heart had weakened in her presence, and it was becoming harder and harder for me to keep her at a distance. I was falling for a girl who may never fall for me. She would probably hurt me like she did last time.
But that didn’t stop me.
10
Katarina
Relaxed and satisfied, I lay in his arms on my bed. My body had experienced a major mound of pleasure, and now all I wanted to do was fall asleep. Cato was excellent in bed, and he wasn’t selfish. Sometimes it was hard to find a guy that cared just as much about getting you off as he did about getting himself off.
