by L. T. Kelly
Her mind whirred as he perched on the edge of the bed and looked up at her, still standing by the door where he’d left her. She’d always figured she’d be in charge of this situation. She’d planned it since she’d kissed him. Since she’d made the decision to give them a chance. She didn’t want to like his sudden command, but she found herself squirming all the same. Reaching up, she pulled the thin strap of her top over one shoulder. Her eyes lingered on the bulge of his biceps as he leaned back on his elbows readying himself for the show.
She tugged at the other strap and pulled the top slowly down until it hovered slightly above her thin, lacy bra. She watched his face intently as she reached back and unhooked the clasps of the bra. She’d never been blessed in that area, but at least, what she had was still pert enough to be attractive. Her clit lurched as he drew a sharp breath between his teeth when she pulled the bra from beneath the thin fabric of the top. She knew full well he’d be able to distinguish the clear outline of her breasts and the darker colored skin around her nipples.
His eyes were at half-mast, heavy with desire. The way he watched her drove her crazy, his own needs displayed by the bulge growing larger in his boxer briefs with each of her movements. She pushed her hip to one side, her bottom lip jutted out and an eyebrow rose in the sexiest expression she could muster while reaching for her side zip. She dragged it down so slowly it could have been possible to hear each tooth coming apart. She slipped the slacks down her legs, her eyes never leaving his. His wanton looks heated the space between her legs more than she’d ever thought looking without touching could do.
Moving gracefully back to an upright position, she stepped out of her pants while keeping on her black heels. Her legs were slightly parted with her opaque black panties showing her sex but making it less accessible than no panties would have. She’d bared herself without being naked. The look on his face and the huge, covered length lying along his pubic bone told her she still had full control despite him issuing the order.
“What would you like me to do now?” she drawled, placing one hand on her hip.
“You haven’t taken them all off yet. I told you to take it all off.” His voice sounded throaty, but it didn’t have the force she knew he’d intended to put behind it. It was all an act. An act to show her he was no boy, that he could handle her. She played along because she knew it was true.
She batted away her desire to smirk. She didn’t want to let on she knew his game.
She didn’t want to spoil the moment. Besides, the power play turned her on more than she’d ever thought it would. She strategically bent her head so her long, dark curls fell over her nipples. He got a brief flash of her naked breasts before the curls bounced back down, covering them.
“And these?” She ran her fingers over her cleft, indicating toward her panties and taking in a sharp breath at the feel of her fingers brushing over her swollen, sensitive clit.
His eyes widened, the swift rise and fall of his Adam’s apple making her need to swallow a giggle. He nodded his response.
She took four steps forward, the sound of her heels echoing on the parquet flooring. His eyes widened as she neared. He sat bolt upright, capturing her swinging hips as she got to him.
The electricity passed through her body in waves and made her want to take a step back. She would have, but he held her tightly. His lips pressed against her belly button, heating the contact point as though he were burning her with a cigarette lighter. Her clit was so engorged she knew he’d only have to brush his fingers over her and she’d be a goner.
“I don’t know if I can keep this up,” he whispered, his hot breath misting her stomach.
“I like it.”
“You do?” He looked up. Katie nodded, her lips pressed together in a smile. She yelped as he suddenly forced her hips down onto the bed and positioned himself atop her. The weight of his body burst through her like an explosion of emotion. His lips crashing down onto hers felt like a promise. The forceful way he yanked and held her wrists to the bed with one large hand offered her a sweet sting of pleasurable pain that almost made her lose her mind.
“I’m going to make you wish you hadn’t said that.”
“Oh babe, please do.” She grinned before he captured her mouth once more. She was delirious with the feel of his hot tongue thrashing against hers, undone at the brush of his fingers moving her panties to one side. Her head tipped back, buried in the bedspread at the burning sensation of his manhood entering her.
“Oh fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
She groaned, bucking her hips to take more of him inside.
He forced her hips back down, pinning her to the bed. “Tell me how you’re wet for me, and only for me.” The grit in his voice made her core tighten, growing closer to release.
“Please, Evan, take me,” she moaned.
“Tell me,” he growled.
Her head came forward, and her eyes opened wide to look into his. “I’m wet only for you.”
He plunged inside her tight pussy so hard she screamed out with the sting of pleasure that ripped through her. Her core squeezed and pulsed around his cock as she came. Her groans of pure pleasure resounded in her ears, and she became utterly detached and lost in the feeling. Shudders of ecstasy flooded through her from head to toe. Guttural growls joined her moans with each sweet thrust, until his body pressed completely flush against hers and his sweet, quick breaths filled her ear. A lazy smile of satisfaction crossed her mouth.
This was what living ought to be.
* * * *
Evan placed the bills atop the check and smiled at the server as she retreated with a hefty tip.
“I don’t mean to be rude…” Katie placed her wine glass back on the table and looked around the romantic, dimly lit restaurant.
“What’s up?” Evan watched her intently as she glanced away from him for the first time that evening. He lifted his beer bottle to his lips in an attempt to disguise his nerves over what she was about to say.
“Nothing is up. I couldn’t help but wonder how you afford all this?”
He glanced down at the candlelight flickering patterns over the glossy, tiled floor and considered how much to say. “I was gifted with a trust fund when I turned twenty-one.”
“Oh.” She sat up straighter and leaned forward, looking directly at him. “Who by?”
He squeezed his eyes shut tightly before looking back at her. He wanted to be completely honest with her, the same way as she’d been with him. But baring all would take the edge off the lustful mood. He loved the feel of her lost in his arms after they’d made love. The way he’d been given the chance to explore her amazing body, properly, with slow hands rather than the desperate pent-up longing that had built up between them over the past few weeks.
“My dad,” he muttered.
She slapped her palm to her forehead. “Since the day I met you, you’ve looked familiar to me. When I saw you at the club I thought you looked a lot like him, you even sound like him when you sing.” Her voice pitched up with incredulity. “I’m so stupid. You’re Ricky from Monument’s son, aren’t you? I figured you’d have said something about being his son if you were, but you never did. It all makes sense now. That’s why Al Wright is all over Spires, isn’t it?”
He stared at her open-mouthed expression. He couldn’t hide his parentage forever. He hadn’t intended to. He wanted her, wanted to be with her, but the last thing he’d wanted was to win her over with his father’s name.
“Yes,” he sighed.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Didn’t you trust me?” she breathed.
She tensed, and his body mimicked her tightening muscles. He shook his head slowly and sighed. “It wasn’t that. I didn’t want to come across as a show off. I didn’t want to use his name to get you to go out with me?”
The twinkle vanished from her eyes, along with the smiles she’d been flashing him. Her look of contentment vanished to be replaced with the weary lines he’d watched mar her stunnin
g face before.
“Look, Katie…” He quickly headed for his defense, rising up on his seat so his back stiffened into a rod-straight stance.
“Don’t you Katie me.” She snatched her bag off the table, her eyes narrowed to slivers. “I’m gone.” She stomped across the room. Heads turned for all the wrong reasons as she stormed past the unsuspecting diners.
He made hushed apologies to them as he made after her, quickly catching up with her and grabbing her arm. She wrenched free and flew at him. Pain seared through his heart as her small fists landed on his chest with a thud. The crushing pain in the center of it had nothing to do with her assault. It all came down to the sparkles of wet tears streaking down her cheeks.
“How could you think that about me?” Her voice sounded edged with hysteria.
“Think what of you?” He clung to her wrists, unwilling to let her walk away until she’d explained what had upset her. “You want to know what I think of you, Katie?” He bared his teeth, his voice full of grit.
She looked away from him, as though unsure, but he tightened his grip on her.
“I think you’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met. You’ve got fight, fire and passion. You’re a wonderful mother, filled with love and affection. A real lioness. You fill me with pride when I’m beside you, but not only you. Jessica, as well. I look at you and know that beyond anything else—the band, the music, fame and fortune—it’s you I want.” He could barely breathe when he’d finished. It seemed his lungs had been crushed inside his chest. Her stunning blue eyes were wide.
“Please, Katie, don’t do this,” he managed. “Not over something you’ve completely misread. I wanted you to want me, and now, you do. Don’t let something stupid tear us apart.”
She didn’t move, but the muscles in her forearms loosened.
“I don’t want you to want me like that,” she whispered. “I want you to realize your dreams. But if you want me to, I’ll come along for the ride.”
Warmth spread through his chest. He let go of her wrists with a breathy hint of laughter. “Kiss me.”
A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I would, but I can’t reach.”
He growled, his hands snatching at her waist and lifting her clean of the ground to bring her face up to his. He didn’t have chance to ask her again. Her lips crashed to his immediately. Their mouths, pressed together, turned into smiles as passersby offered cheers and yelled excitedly in another language.
“Come on, angel. Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he said, placing her back on her feet and grabbing her hand.
Chapter Twelve
Katie’s eyes flicked open, she checked her alarm clock and turned onto her back. A lazy smile crossed her lips before she arched her back to get more of the smattering of kisses Evan planted over her lower abdomen. She’s gotten used to waking up with him beside her over the past five weeks.
Electricity pulsed through her sex, as his hot, wet mouth traveled down her thigh. A low groan rumbled through her throat.
“You’re going to be late.” His voice sounded muffled, his lips not leaving her skin.
“So are you. You’re putting the last track down, and Alex will murder you if you don’t show.” She dragged in a sharp breath as his lips trailed up her inner thigh, his tongue sweeping along with it.
“I don’t care what Alex says, but you need to get to the center.”
“But you’re not stopping, and it is volunteer work.” Her voice sounded strangled.
“Turn over, angel,” he demanded huskily, kneeling upright on the bed, his morning glory thick and at full throttle.
Her clit lurched with anticipation. She’d woken slick and ready each morning with him beside her, which had been all of the weekdays since they’d returned from Prague five weeks ago. Jessica’s six week holidays were coming to an end and, she refused to allow him to stay over with Jessica at home, not wanting to confuse her. She had to be one-hundred percent sure of things before announcing that she and Evan were an item. She shifted eagerly onto her hands and knees.
“This is what I like to have in my vision first thing in the morning,” he growled smoothing his palm over her backside. Her sex dripped, ready for what would come next.
“It gets my fingers exercised and ready for my strings.” He spoke as though talking to himself, but she knew it was for her benefit. His palm smoothed up her spine until he reached the center of her shoulder blades and pushed down hard enough to make her realize he wanted her down on her elbows. She shifted down and pushed back to feel his solid cock against her clit. She squealed with delight as a slap sounded sharply in her ears and the sweet sting warmed her ass cheek.
“I didn’t tell you to move, did I?”
She squirmed against him again. The danger in his voice and the time he took getting to the point made her delirious with desire. A slap landed on her other cheek, instantly tightening her nipples and inspiring a flood to escape from her core.
“If you continue to disobey me, angel…” He ran a single finger through her butt crack, pausing to rub her hole. “Then this is what I’ll be taking.”
She stifled a giggle and muttered, “Promises, promises,” into her pillow.
Another delicious slap landed across her backside. He moved quickly, his tongue replacing his fingers. She screamed with shock but it soon turned into a groan. Her legs shook as his hot wet tongue trailed down to her other opening and dived inside her.
“Fuck,” she said into the pillow before clenching her jaw. The swirl of his tongue felt exquisite. Another slap landed over her backside. Punishment for cussing, but she deemed its sweet stinging sensation to be nothing like a punishment. Their sex life so far hadn’t been solely centered on him being dominant. They’d shared the sweetest moments of her life, too. But he knew it drove her wild when he acted this way with her.
“Watch your potty mouth, or you’ll be left this way until Monday.” He moved his mouth an inch away to issue his warning, his hot breath making her wince with the need for his mouth back on her throbbing apex.
His promise was short lived as his mouth covered her clit, his tongue flicking over her nub at what felt like the speed of light. Her eyes rolled back into her head.
“Jesus Christ,” she said in a tangled moan before her jaw tightened to the point she feared it would lock. Breathless moans took over as she fought off her impending orgasm.
His mouth ceased its delightful assault. “Come for me, angel,” he commanded, blowing hot breath over her sex as he spoke. The words alone made her come apart. His tongue lapped at her once again, and her elongated, strangled cries echoed through her ears as the intensity ripped through her core in delicious pulses. Her muscles finally relaxed, her ragged breaths burning her throat. She knew he wasn’t done with her yet, so she maintained her ass-in-the-air position.
“Now, this is going to be hard and fast, angel. Are you ready for me?”
She didn’t answer. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, readying herself for the satisfying sting of his cock being buried deep inside her.
“Are you ready?” he growled, taking away the satisfaction the previous orgasm had given her and throwing her back to hot-mess status.
“You’d better believe I’m ready. I was born ready for you,” she replied huskily.
He lifted her hips up and eased his cock into her entrance slightly before slamming inside her.
His hiss of satisfaction made her insides melt. He drew out, and her hands balled into fists, clutching the sheet with all her might. She cried out as he slammed into her again, withdrawing faster this time and hurtling back into her relentlessly. Her core squeezed him again, building into a frenzy as his cock massaged her g-spot over and over again. She couldn’t hold back the feeling that heightened inside her. She tightened around him, pushing back against him, taking as much as she could of him inside her, forcing him to pump her faster. Her core released, setting off an explosion inside her, her pussy tightly locking and pulsing around hi
s cock. His guttural growl and the speed with which he took her at heightened as he released his pleasure inside her.
“I’ll never get bored with making love to you.”
His solid abs draped over her back, his hot mouth pressing against her shoulder as she caught her breath. He eased out of her slowly and collapsed onto the bed beside her. She flipped over and grinned at him. “Nor I, you.”
“You’d better get ready. Those guys at the center are waiting for you.”
She giggled. “Anyone would think you were trying to get rid of me.”
He shimmied across the bed and took her mouth in a breathtaking kiss. “Never. Now get that cute ass moving.”
She yelped as an unexpected slap landed on her butt cheek. She struggled to a standing position and stumbled to the bathroom to take a shower. When she returned, he'd remained in the same position.
“Anyone would think you had nowhere to be.” She grabbed her makeup bag and rested beside him on the bed.
“I’m just thinking is all.”
“Well, you go easy with that,” She gibed. “Actually, I’ve been doing some thinking of my own.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, suddenly looking more alert.
“Yes.” She swallowed hard. Still scarcely able to believe she was about to say her next words.
“Jess starts back to school this week, and I don’t want us to be apart anymore. I plan on having a small get-together this weekend.”
“Yes.” He elongated the word.
“I think it’s time we told her.”
He rolled his eyes. “I think she already knows.”
Katie nodded once. She realized her daughter had an inkling Katie and Evan were more than just friends. She might be only six years old, but she wasn’t a moron. “Not only Jessica, but Helen, too. It’s time they all knew. I want to tell them on Sunday, and maybe invite the band, my mom and Mel, too?” She brushed powder over her face with a shaky hand.
