Kitty Kitty

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  With his hands still covering his face, it wasn’t easy.

  But eventually, after I hugged his head for about two minutes, he moved his hands and sighed, placing them around my back and pulling me in tighter so that I straddled his thigh.

  His very hard thigh that felt like a rock under me, causing me to squirm.

  The seam of my jeans was sitting at a very awkward angle, making it press sideways against my clit.

  Which normally wouldn’t be a bad thing, but Sin was really upset, and I doubted that his mind would be on me.

  So I tried to contain my reaction.

  Only, apparently a distraction was exactly what Sin needed, because before I could readjust a second time, he was pushing me off of him.

  I gasped at the sudden move, blinking furiously to get my equilibrium.

  One second I had my head buried in the crook of his neck and my arms wrapped solidly around him, and the next I was standing beside his chair between his splayed thighs.

  “Umm,” I said as my pants sagged at the sudden movement.

  His eyes went there, and then suddenly they were being yanked down to my ankles, and my ass was hitting his desktop.

  Shit went flying—his cup of pens hit the floor, his phone went even more skewed than what it was, and his computer monitor rocked—and I gasped.

  “Sin!” I cried out.

  He ignored my cry, the perilousness of his computer monitor falling to the floor, and his damn pens as he yanked my tennis shoes off next and then finished stripping me of my pants.

  “Been thinking about you all day,” he growled. “I’m so fuckin’ frustrated. But all I could think about was coming home to you and dealing with it by using your body.”

  I blinked at him in surprise.

  When he put it that way, I kind of wanted to do that, too. I’d had a pretty rotten day myself.

  Forgetting about it for a bit, while I worked out some tension sounded like a fantastic idea.

  Except… we weren’t at home.

  And despite being in a locked office, the windows at my back were really fucking big, and if someone wanted to stop in front of Sin’s office windows, they could look right in and see me.

  But then Sin started kissing me.

  His full, I want to bite them lips were gently brushing against mine. Chaste at first, gathering my attention, but slowly drawing me in until I didn’t care about the windows at my back.

  “Play with me, Sin,” I ordered, fisting my hand in his shirt and pulling him closer to me.

  He laughed then, and it wasn’t a laugh I’d ever heard come out of his mouth before.

  This laugh held a plethora of feelings.

  Frustration and need, anger and desire.

  Then he really started to kiss me.

  That chaste kiss that he’d given me earlier? That was nice and all. But this one? The one where he poured his whole heart and soul into the kiss? That was what I wanted.

  Needed.

  Craved.

  That kiss was the kiss that I thought about all day long. It was the type of kiss that’d gotten me pregnant in the first place.

  “I need you,” he growled, smoothing his hands up the length of my thighs.

  “Do you?” I asked curiously. “I need you, too.”

  He growled then, his hands smoothing up until he had a hold of my hips.

  “Baby,” he said softly. “I’m about to fuck you hard on my desk.”

  I grinned against his lips. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” he murmured softly, then let one of my thighs go to reach for his jeans. “Want you.”

  I pulled back to watch him work, my eyes on his jerky movements as he roughly unbuttoned his jeans, then yanked his zipper down so quickly that my heartbeat accelerated.

  Seconds later he was shoving his pants down, and his cock slowly emerged.

  But just as he let go, his cock held on, hanging onto the waistband of his underwear.

  I slowly ran my finger down the length, wondering if I should remove it for him.

  He hissed, body frozen, and latched on to the edge of his desk.

  The move caused the veins in his forearms to pulse and pop, and I longed to run my tongue along each rope.

  “Pull me the rest of the way out,” he urged.

  I would. In my own time.

  I was enjoying watching his jaw tic, and his muscles bunch.

  The anticipation had to be killing him.

  Likely that was why he was groaning and moaning with each tender stroke of my flesh against his.

  “I’m always so curious,” I said as I pushed him back slightly.

  He tried to take a step backward, allowing me to do what I wanted, but his foot caught the edge of the desk and he landed hard in his desk chair.

  The desk chair flew backward and banged hard against the wall, and his cock finally pulled free of the fabric that was restraining it.

  It bobbed a few times before coming to a slow, hypnotic pulsing rest standing straight up, relaying his excitement and need.

  I followed him down, hitting my knees in front of him and pushing his legs out wide.

  He groaned when I leaned forward and slowly drew my tongue over his length. First all the way up to the very tip, collecting a drop of his precum, and then all the way down, playing with the seam line that separated his balls from the base of his cock.

  “Jesus Christ,” he hissed as he watched me work.

  And work I did.

  I traced every single vein up and down his cock, paying extra special attention to the one that ran down the base of him.

  “Suck the tip,” he urged.

  I did, suckling it lightly, causing him to curse.

  “That’s not what I wanted,” he growled. “I want you to suck hard. Like you’re trying to pull my fuckin’ soul straight out of my body.”

  I looked up at him, then did exactly that, sucking hard so that he would have what he wanted.

  “Oh, yeah,” he urged. “Wrap your hand around the base of my cock. Jack me so that your mouth goes down and hits your hand before going back up.”

  I followed his instructions, allowing his cock to come in and out of my mouth as I moved my hand up and down, side to side, in a somewhat circular motion.

  “Jesus yes.” He threw his head back, his face pointed toward the ceiling, muscles straining, veins in his neck pulsing.

  I sucked him like that for a bit longer, giving him exactly what he liked.

  Then I moved my hand and tried to swallow him all the way down my throat.

  He nearly came all the way off the chair when I took him almost all the way inside.

  “Fuck!” he shouted, nearly making me smile. “Son of a bitch!”

  Before I could think much more about what I was doing, he was yanking me off by my hair and then lifting me so that I was bent over his desk.

  Then, right when I felt his cock line up with my pussy, he pulled away and cursed.

  “What?” I asked.

  “People are on the sidewalk.” He groaned.

  I looked over the edge of the desk and sure enough, there were people standing on the sidewalk in front of his office. But they were looking at the racks of clothing that the people next door were trying to roll back inside their shop, and not paying us the least bit attention.

  I pushed backward so that he was forced to either step back or push into me.

  He chose to step back, and I was slightly disappointed.

  When I turned to survey him, I grinned.

  “So you’ll do me with the lights off?” I asked curiously.

  He looked at the light switch that was all the way across the room, and I took my chance to sit back onto his desk and spread my legs.

  “If you do that, you won’t be able to see what you’re doing,” I teased.

  His throat spasmed as he swallowed hard, and his hands clenched at his sides into tight fists.

  I leaned backward onto my elbow, my face right next to his computer monitor, an
d then scooted to the edge of the desk so that my ass was mostly falling off.

  “Fuck me, please,” I ordered.

  And it wasn’t a request.

  He made a move toward the light switch.

  “You go toward that light switch, and I’m putting my jeans on.”

  His eyes met mine, and something inside of them changed.

  He didn’t call my bluff.

  He raised.

  With both of his hands, he yanked me so that my ass was completely off the edge of his desk, then he slammed inside of me with such force that I cried out in surprise.

  “Holy shit!” I yelled.

  “If you want them to see,” he growled, his muscles popping as he restrained himself from hammering into me. “Then I’ll make them turn our way.”

  That wasn’t exactly what I’d wanted, but all denials died in my throat as he really started to fuck me.

  Hard.

  Way harder than any time before, and that included in the prison when he’d been crazy as hell with need for me.

  This time, he was taking his frustrating day out on my body, and I liked it.

  I liked it a lot.

  My boobs bounced inside of my bra, and I just knew that if they were out and free, they’d be flopping around so hard that they’d be painful.

  Each thump of his hips against mine caused my entire body to jolt.

  At one point, I looked down to watch where he and I were joined and became enamored with the way the muscles and fat bounced with each pounding thrust of his hard thighs against my soft ones.

  Then there was his hard, fat cock disappearing inside of me.

  Now, I’d never seen a better, more attractive cock before. I’d never realized what kinds of things a cock like that could do.

  But over the last couple of weeks, Sin had been showing me exactly what I’d been missing all my life.

  He showed me how particularly naïve I was to think that my fingers could compare to his cock.

  All those times I’d gone home from watching him all day at the prison and played with myself? I should’ve known that it would never compare to the real thing.

  “Jesus Christ, you undo me,” he growled, his hands digging into the fleshy part of my thighs, practically framing where he was pushing his cock into me. “God, I love watching your thighs jiggle.”

  I knew that was what he was looking at, because I couldn’t look away from it, either.

  I was entranced.

  I loved watching how his hard body looked against my soft one.

  I was so spellbound with watching where we were looking that at first I didn’t hear the laughter.

  But Sin never missed anything.

  He was so hyperaware of his surroundings that it was unreal.

  He could tell when the air conditioner was about to kick on at home—okay, I had a weak moment and told him he should probably go check for Snowballs. It sounded weird, okay?—and he could tell when the sprinklers kicked on outside.

  So of course he wouldn’t miss the people that were now very much aware of what we were doing.

  He slowed, his cock moving in deliciously slow thrusts inside of me.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged.

  I wasn’t close, but I could feel my orgasm on the horizon, and I knew that it would be a big one.

  It would explode, and I’d be left reeling in its wake.

  “Jesus,” he said, strained. “Baby, they’re gonna see.”

  I clenched onto him, not wanting him to let me go or stop what he was doing.

  “They can’t see anything,” I said desperately as he pulled away.

  His cock left me, and I couldn’t help but follow him.

  The moment I was on my feet, I pushed him.

  When his ass once again hit his office chair, I was climbing on top of him seconds later.

  He groaned and watched as I sheathed his cock inside of me.

  “Roll over so that the monitor is blocking everything,” I urged.

  He did, using his strong thighs to shift us.

  “Fuck,” he said when that shift forced him farther inside of me.

  “I’m fully clothed on the top,” I told him. “And so are you. They can’t see anything. They’re just guessing at this point.”

  “It’s obvious that we’re fucking,” he drawled, his eyes lit with an inner heat that I loved.

  “Who cares?” I asked as I slowly lifted myself up and then forced myself back down, using the edge of his seat to anchor my feet on as I rode him fast.

  His hands once again went to my hips, and he helped lift me up and down, making it to where my pussy took his cock in swift, smooth glides.

  “Jesus,” I said as my head tipped back. “You feel so good today.”

  “I’m pretty sure it’s the exhibitionism,” he teased, his mouth going to my neck.

  He drew the skin there into his mouth, and I knew come morning there would be a little love bite there to commemorate the experience.

  “Touch my clit,” I urged. “I’m so close.”

  I was, too.

  The change in position was exactly what I needed, apparently.

  Each downward glide his cock would hit something deep inside of me, and each time it hit, the higher I would climb.

  “No,” he said. “You get there by my cock tonight.”

  I threw my head back in frustration, and he laughed then.

  I wasn’t laughing at all when he stopped me from moving and then lifted me off of him.

  “NO!” I cried out in frustration.

  Before I could kick up too much of a fuss, he once again had me filled, only this time I was sitting backward in his lap, and I could see the people that he could see, too.

  Facing them, watching them watch us, was a whole lot more intimidating than it had been with my back to them.

  I slammed my eyes shut and then threw my head back and groaned when he started to really fuck me.

  The idea of them watching us, of seeing anything at all, was driving me higher and higher until I was ready to explode.

  But, like always, the man inside me knew how to work me perfectly.

  Knew exactly what to do to make my body play to only his tune.

  Meaning I didn’t come until he wanted me to come.

  Which eventually came long minutes later when his finger started to thrum my clit.

  “Jesus Christ,” he hissed when I started to tighten around him.

  My orgasm was imminent.

  There would be no coming back from it.

  I’d surely die right in his arms.

  And I did moments later when he pinched my clit hard, sending me skyrocketing over the edge into oblivion.

  “Son of a bitch!” he groaned as he too started to come.

  Normally I loved feeling the sensation of him coming, filling me up, but this time I was too busy trying to find the will to breathe.

  Too caught up in what he was making me feel to worry about what he was doing.

  And by the time I came around long moments later, only being held up by his hands on my hips and my forehead on his desk, he was finished and chuckling softly.

  “You don’t really think they could see, do you?” I whispered before sitting up.

  “No,” he lied. “They couldn’t see a thing.”

  It was only as we were dressed and heading out of his office that I asked the question.

  “What are you going to do?” I asked softly.

  He shook his head. “I lost my chance. When I said I was full today, I fully expected a friend—at least he was a friend when I was in the military—to help her. I’d heard he was in the area and running an investigations business. I thought for sure he’d be able to help. But when he heard from her that I was the one who sent her, he refused to help and sent her on her way. Defeated, she’d gone home because she’d already been ‘gone too long’ for the day.”

  I frowned hard. “Where does she live? What about a friendly couple of drive-bys?”
r />   He pulled up Google Maps and showed me exactly where the woman lived.

  I frowned. “Isn’t that right next to Zach’s place?”

  Sin perked up. “Fuck yeah it is.”

  “Then suggest to him to keep an eye out.”

  And that was exactly what he did.

  CHAPTER 19

  Dammit boy.

  -something I say at least two times a day and probably shouldn’t

  SIN

  The blare of an alarm sounded, and I jolted upward in surprise and stared at the room with unseeing eyes.

  It took me a few seconds to realize that I’d been in a deep sleep, and something not normal had woken me.

  The obnoxious, blaring sound filled the air again, and I saw out of the corner of my eye that it was Blaise’s phone vibrating and lighting up on the corner of the nightstand.

  “What the absolute hell is that?” I groaned.

  Just as I asked what it was, my own phone started to emit the same sound. Then Blaise’s watch that was charging on the floor entered the game.

  Snowball ran out of the room like the sound had offended him in some way.

  “What the absolute hell is going on?” I grumbled as we reached in unison for our phones.

  It took me a few long seconds to see what it said.

  “Amber Alert,” Blaise whispered, sitting up in bed. “A little girl from our area went missing. Black sedan. Caucasian female was seen leaving a diner with her where she was eating with her parents.”

  Just as I silenced the Amber Alert, another alert filled my phone, this one a text message from Lynn.

  Lynn: Meet at my house ASAP. Got another one.

  “Shit,” I said, throwing off the comforter that was covering both Blaise and I and getting up. “Let’s go.”

  She got up right alongside me, and together we rushed to get ready. Except, just as she was getting her shoes on, she slammed her hand over her mouth and rushed to the bathroom with one sock on.

  That’s when I heard her throwing up.

  I finished getting us ready to go, then waited as I watched her empty her stomach until there was nothing left but bile, then lean back on her heels.

  “Sorry,” she said as she wiped her face on the towel that was next to the sink. “Shit, that is awful.”

  My lips twitched as I walked over to her to help her stand.