“Not now.” I reach out to grab her arm and fling her around, pulling her down so she’s straddling me. “You can do that after we shower together later.”
She gasps, immediately bears down, clenching around my very stiff cock as my lips graze hers, tasting her. She twitches, bites my shoulder, claws at my back. I make a deep guttural sound, squeeze her ass. She holds my face in her hands, stares at my mouth, strokes my jaw with her thumbs. She doesn’t have the frantic energy of the parking lot encounter. She is committed to this, and as ready as I am, I can tell. Her eyes are completely mesmerizing up close. She lets my tongue explore the inside of her mouth for a few seconds and then she sucks on it. Nibbles on my lower lip and then kisses me long and deep. My hands reach under her tank top, slowly making their way up her smooth back as she rocks her hips back and forth. The friction is driving me insane, but I don’t want to rush this.
Kat puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes back, pressing her lips together. She looks so serious and I really hope she isn’t about to put a stop to this because it might actually kill me. “I want to finish that conversation from Phoenix,” she says, all breathy.
I grunt in agreement while lightly dragging my fingernails down her back, making her arch, making her squirm and clench even tighter around me, making me grunt again.
“You asked me what to do…”
“Uh huh.”
“How you should deal…”
“Mmhmm.”
“I want you to fuck me.” She grins. “As slow, fast, hard and long as you can before they get back from the aquarium. I want you to say all the dirty things you’ve ever wanted to say to me.”
I think I say ‘you got it,’ but I also think my dick just tried to high-five her.
She stares down at me while lifting her top off, tossing it aside, and letting her long hair down. Then she reaches behind herself and undoes her bra, tipping forward to let it fall, unveiling her magnificent creamy white tits. The prettiest nipples I’ve ever seen. I am completely transfixed. I think I hear angels singing.
Maybe I’ll write a song about this later, but right now I am at a complete loss for good words. Or maybe I only remember the good ones.
“Jesus. You are perfect. So fucking beautiful.”
She reaches down between her legs, massaging my massive erection through my sweatpants while offering herself to me. I just like her so much right now. I sweep my fingertips down the center of her, take hold of both of her breasts and kiss them all over. Slowly, to make her nuts. And then desperately, to drive her wild. Licking and sucking and squeezing. I grab the length of her hair, twist it around one hand and tug as my tongue trails up her smooth neck. The moan she lets out is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I nip at the flesh at the curve of her tit, all pink from my mouth and stubble, and she squeezes my cock.
Fuck.
Say all the dirty things.
Right.
I flick my tongue at her nipple and undo the button of her jeans, unzip and slide my fingers down in there. She rises up and sighs when two fingers slip inside of her. Digs her fingernails into my shoulder. “Jesus. Fuck you’re so wet. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? For you? To get my mouth on these perfect tits and my hands on your sexy round ass and my tongue in this tight wet pussy and my cock in your –”
“How long?”
“For fucking ever, Kat.” I pump gently inside of her. “You’re all I think about.”
“Oh my God. Nico.” She clenches around my fingers, already so close to coming and it’s so hot.
“Yeah, say my name. Say it.”
“Nico Nico Nico Nico Nico.” Her breaths are fast and shallow.
I rub her clit, slowly, with my hand flat.
“Oh God.”
“You like that?”
“Yes. Shit. Nico.” She trembles, tensing up and relaxing. She has let go of my cock so she can brace herself against my chest with both hands.
“You can come for me. I’m gonna make you come so many times today, baby, we’re just getting started.”
She groans and her head drops back.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
“Hunh?”
“Dirty thoughts you’d like to share with the class?”
She makes an adorable little squeaky noise, shaking her head, and shuts her eyes before saying, “I’m gonna come on your fingers the way I came on my fingers a hundred times while I thought about you.”
“Tell me what you thought about.”
“Your head between my legs.”
“Yeah.”
“Your big hard cock ramming into me.”
“Yes.”
“From every angle.”
“Yes.”
I move my hand faster, up and down, in circles, and she bucks against it, tits bouncing in my face. Dear lord, my calves are wrapped around the legs of the chair, trying to hold it in place.
She cries out, her voice echoing around the marble walls. It goes on forever and I don’t want it to stop. There is no music anyone could make that would make me feel all the things I feel hearing Kat come while I do this to her. Knowing that, for now, she isn’t thinking about what she’s going to feed her kid for dinner or what her mom’s going to say or whether or not I’m going to ruin her life just by being me. It sounds sad at first, and then completely joyful and full of hope, and then I realize she’s laughing as she shudders, and then goes limp. She covers her face, sighing. “Oh God. I feel like a fucking teenager.”
“You better be of age because I’m about to do some very grown-up things to you.”
She grabs my face and kisses me hard. “Yes. Yes, do all the things.” She kisses along my jaw, flicks at my earlobe with her tongue, sucks on it and then grunts, sticks her tongue out and removes one of my tiny hairs from the tip of it with her fingers, laughing.
We both look around, realizing where we are.
Finally getting out of this no-sex rut
Thanks to the aquarium and the world’s hottest haircut
She is so flushed and beautiful and my hand is slick with evidence of her desire for me and I’m going to do all the things.
I somehow manage to stand up, holding her ass as she wraps her long legs around my waist.
I carry her to the bed, depositing her at the end of it. Her hands slide down my chest, to the elastic waist of my sweats, and Christ Almighty, she licks her lips and pulls my pants down, past the giant protrusion in my boxer briefs, past my knees.
She swipes her hands all over my chest, like a woman in the dark, trying to feel her way along a wall. Except that she’s studying me with her eyes too. Every inch of my torso. I’ve had a lot of women do a lot of things to me, but I am so fascinated by her that it completely takes me by surprise when she suddenly licks me, from my naval up to my chest and over to my left nipple, circling it with her tongue while grabbing my ass.
Fucking. Hell.
She looks up at me, those blue eyes electric with excitement. She reaches for my cock, but I stop her. “If you so much as breathe on my cock right now, I will explode in your face.”
“And?”
“And I have other plans for you. For now. Plans that involve you coming all over my face. And my cock.”
“When are you going to start talking dirty to me, huh?” she smirks.
“Get on your back,” I say. “Now.”
I think I hear her mumble something about sparkles and Marvin Gaye, but that can’t be right.
She lies back on her elbows, dragging herself up to the headboard, but I grab her ankles and yank her back toward me. Kneeling to the carpet, I peel her jeans off of her and then pull her panties down to her feet, toss them aside and let the backs of her knees rest on my shoulders. Looks like someone had a bikini wax recently. I like it.
My mouth is watering. “I have been dreaming about tasting your pussy for months, you know that?”
She covers her eyes with her arms. “Good.” She tries to
squeeze her thighs together, writhes around. I can feel her tensing up. She’s thinking. She’s worrying. Her whole body starts trembling, and it’s so hot, but I want her to relax.
“Katherine.”
“What?”
“I don’t want you to think about anything other than what I’m doing and saying to you. Okay? It’s the only thing that matters right now.”
She nods, takes a deep breath. I hold my hand out to her and she grabs it, interlacing her fingers with mine, holding tight. I kiss my way up her quivering inner thigh and with my other fingers, I spread her apart and finally get a taste of this heaven that’s been waiting for me, and goddamn.
God damn.
I’m home.
17
Kat
It’s happening.
Oh my God, it’s happening.
I tighten my grip of Nico’s fingers with one hand, grasp at the bedspread with the other. I feel like I’ve been electrocuted. I feel like I’m still being struck by lightning and I have to ground myself, try to keep from bursting into flames or jumping out of my skin. Or pledging my undying love and devotion to this man’s tongue and hands and penis. I’ve already had more orgasms than I’ve had with any other man in years, and he’s just getting started. It’s too much. It’s just the beginning and I’m already craving more and dreading the end. And I already know I’ll never get enough.
Just concentrate on what he’s doing and saying to me, he says.
“Jesus, fuck, you’re so hot,” he says.
Pussy this, come on my face that, fuck you with my tongue until you black out, he says.
He’s a one-man band down there.
I open my eyes and lift my head to have a peek.
Oh my God, it’s happening.
Nico’s head is between my legs and he’s doing all the things.
All the swirly, flicky, licky, fuck me with his tongue things.
He lets go of my hand so he can wrap one arm around my thigh, pressing against my clit with his thumb while alternately serenading and bombarding me with his tongue, and fondling my ass with his other hand.
Squirming and seizing up and jolting, I keep clawing at the bedspread and reaching for the headboard, so I don’t catapult to the ceiling.
I’m glad my thighs are squeezing his ears so tight because I’m making the kind of noises that I think I made during labor and I really hope he can’t hear this.
Nico Nico Nico.
“Oh my God. Nico.”
I could spontaneously orgasm just from staring at his naked torso, but this—this.
“Baby…Fuck. Get back here.”
“What?”
Where am I?
I finally realize that while writhing around, I have pulled myself from the foot of the king size bed all the way up to the headboard. Before I can even figure out where Nico is, he has flipped me around and placed my hands flat against the wall, bent my legs so I’m on my knees and slid his head between my legs so he can continue pleasuring me while lying on his back.
Oh my God.
Nico.
What are you doing to me?
He squeezes my hips and slaps my bottom and I am actually riding his face like it’s a rocking horse and he seems to genuinely like it.
It sounds like he’s having a really good time down there.
I come so hard that I actually see stars. This has never happened before. My body is so alive and awake and in this moment I believe anything is possible.
Except for coherent sentences. That’s not something I can manage right now. I just keep saying his name, over and over again.
And maybe I did black out for a second, I don’t even know.
“You ready for more?” he asks, dragging the back of his hand across his lower lip, grinning. “Or do you need a break?”
No break. More. I wrap my arms around him. I want to cry and thank him for making me feel so good, but that probably wouldn’t be sexy. So I kiss him so hard that neither of us can breathe.
I want to tell him that I love him.
But it’s only lust.
I know it is.
Or maybe my body is head over heels in love with his body.
That’s all it is.
But it’s something, and I’m going to let myself enjoy it.
And dear lord, we haven’t even fucked yet.
He carefully wrestles free, nudges my legs apart and positions himself at my entrance. I glance down, surprised to see that he has already put on a condom. I really must have blacked out. Holy shit. What day is it?
“You ready?” he asks again. His voice is so gruff but he’s being so tender with me.
“Yes. I want you inside of me. Yes.”
I reach out for him, the way I had that time we were on the phone and he wasn’t even there. But he’s there now. I touch his face and he kisses the palm of my hand. I hold on to the back of his neck and take a deep breath, exhaling when he pushes into me. I’m so slippery and yet I’m still aching for him, even when I have him. Even when he’s filling me up and hovering over me and groaning and it feels so good.
“Kat…” His head rolls back. He can barely get out the one syllable again. “God, it’s good.” He hisses.
Our bodies rock together, slow and steady.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” He shakes his head. “No idea.” He dips down to kiss my lips and then strokes down my left leg, lifting it up to rest against his shoulder. He lets out a moan because I tighten around him. “Perfect,” he croons. “So fucking perfect.” I keep my leg straight. He kisses and bites my calf and then ramps things up.
It’s difficult to keep my eyes open, but he is so beautiful, I need to see him. I want to watch his jaw and his neck and his gleaming sinewy muscles tense as he glides and thrusts. He has the strength and grace of an athlete—a runner perhaps. The photographer in me is always wishing I could preserve this kind of beauty in a still shot so I can study it later. But I need to enjoy the way this feels right now, because the Nico Todd in me is so fucking hot and I want him to come as hard as I have.
I can feel my own orgasm building again. This one more like a tsunami than the jolts and rolling waves and ecstatic climaxes earlier.
I lift my other leg straight up, and that shift seems to cause him some kind of delicious pain. He sucks in a breath. “Fuuuck.” He soon recovers and drives into me. Deeper, harder, faster. Intent and rhythmic, but on the brink of losing control. I want him to. I want to make him lose control.
“Nico,” I whisper, as I tense up around him and then release.
His eyes are hooded, breathing labored. Without warning, he manipulates me so that I’m on my hands and knees, facing away from him. He grips my shoulder and my waist and grunts as he thrusts, stimulating a part of me that elicits staccato operatic wails.
“I’m gonna come,” he growls. His voice is so deep, but when I encourage him with a ‘yes, baby, yes,’ he goes falsetto and this is it—he’s losing control and it’s sexy and gorgeous and the pleasure that rips through him when he suddenly seizes up and stills must be so intense. I feel him shudder and when he collapses onto my back, he takes both of my hands and we lay flat like that. Out of breath but in sync. Hearts pounding but completely relaxed.
I have no idea how much time passes before we’re breathing relatively normally again, and he rolls off of me, kissing me on the shoulder and disappearing to the bathroom. I turn onto my back and stare up at the ceiling.
“Yes!” I whisper, allowing myself one fist pump. I had sex!
“You certainly did,” Nico says.
I cover my face. “Shit. Did I say that out loud?”
“It’s cool. I’m pretty happy for myself too.”
I peek through my fingers. He’s holding out a bottle of water and a hand towel. So considerate.
When I’m done with both, he takes them from me and then crawls on top of me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
After all the magnificent sexy things he’s done
today, it’s the light sheen of sweat on his forehead as he rests it against mine, the way he closes his eyes and sighs when I stroke the back of his head that really gets to me.
So raw and open and vulnerable, like he was that night in Phoenix.
Mine.
It feels like he really is mine, when he’s like this.
Like he really could love me.
Because I know that I could love him.
I’ve always known it.
But I still can’t seem to let myself go like that.
These are the four stages of a single mom falling for a hot musician: denial, anger, bargaining, mind-blowing-skin-chafing-bone-crushing-soul-shattering-super-casual-no-strings sex. There is no fifth stage. There can't be.
I am about to present my offer to Nico, when I realize that the dinging sound I keep hearing is not my ovaries notifying me that they they’d really like to be blasted by this guy’s sperm, but my phone. In the bathroom.
Shit. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins again. Not the sexy kind, but the kind that makes a mom lift a car up off of her child. I pat his bicep. “I need to check my phone. Sorry.”
He rolls off of me and reaches for his own phone on the bedside table. When I’m in the bathroom, I hear him curse under his breath.
I read five brief texts from my mom, telling me that they’re on their way back from the aquarium because Tate was freaked out by the crocodiles and the crowds made him uncomfortable. They’ll be back at the hotel in less than half an hour. I need to shower and get unfucked.
“We got croc-blocked,” Nico says. “Ricky sent me a heads-up.”
“I… Sorry. He doesn’t usually get freaked out like that, but it happens sometimes. He can be going along like he’s having a good time and then boom. Freak out.” I pack up my haircutting kit, bra, tank top.
I try to pull my stupid tight jeans on but it’s not easy when my skin is this sweaty.
“I, um. I gotta go and—raincheck on styling your hair and that showering together thing, okay?”
He nods. “Rain check.”
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