Mister Distraction (Distraction #2)

by Stephanie Jean

  “Are you seducing me?” Hells yeah, always. She eased off her stool and seductively swayed her hips towards me. Okay, maybe it was more like a tempting walk than a sway, but I was growing horny as hell, and everything she did only made me want her more. She stopped inches from me, and as soon as I got a whiff of her need radiating off of her, I relented to the lion inside me.

  “Take a shower with me.” I scooped her up in my arms before she had time to escape, and she giggled. She fucking giggled, sending me into a sprint up the stairs and into the bathroom.

  I already knew we had a first outside the shower, but now it was time for inside. I started the shower quickly and then began to take off the white, innocent nightgown she wore. It was like she was my present, the white, silk gown reminding me my princess was pure. I don’t remember taking off my clothes or actually getting into the shower. My actions were fuzzy. I attempted to slow my world down by washing myself thoroughly, but there was something about her, something that was almost calling out to me.

  I studied her eyes and her body, trying to pinpoint what it was, and then it hit me. She was surrendering completely. My sweet, submissive princess. I grabbed her as she stood quietly, waiting for me. I rubbed my clean body all over hers, relishing the feel of her boobs, and her stomach on mine. My penis nudged her pussy, and I cursed at myself for forgetting the condom. I couldn’t stop now. She was surrendering her body to me. It was a huge moment, a defining period of time. I flipped her body so she faced the shower wall and snatched the soap, lathering every inch of her. Her moans slipped out as I pulled and plucked her nipples, and my fingers danced across her swollen clit. I could just slip my cock inside, just this once; she needs me to. I need to. It would solidify our connection. I dipped my fingers in and out. She was so wet, creaming all over my hand with her hot juices. My mind was racing with thoughts of plunging my stiff cock inside her, claiming her immediately. She’s mine. I’ll do whatever I want, and we will deal with the consequences together. I’m her Dom; she surrendered. She lost her balance as I jerked her body with the force of my impalement. I felt my penis throbbing inside her. I stayed buried in her as I fixed Katarina’s balance. It was my first—the first time I was bare. I continued slowly penetrating her, basking in the feel of her body. It was completely different. My cock was directly in contact with her satin vise, every squeeze, every contraction, sending me closer to the point I was attempting to hold off. She was opened to me. I had lifted her foot to the shelf, and her ass pressed against me in anticipation of every thrust. It was her offering to me. I played with her breasts. I knew from experience they were the cause of the contractions around my cock. I pulled and pinched her tight nipples with a fury, and to my surprise, the rougher I played, the harder her muscles tightened around me. She came hard, fisting my naked cock with such a fierce intensity that it made me lose my hold on my own bodily reactions, and I came. I came hard, plunging forcefully as her pussy clenched around me, drawing out my ejaculation and drawing my cock in deeper, taking my sperm to hidden places inside her. I stayed in that spot for several long moments, and as the pure lust drained from my body, I became aware of what I had just done. I was frozen. I knew what this meant.

  My bun was officially in her oven. I paid attention in sex education when they told you if your sperm touched her vagina, she would, without a doubt, have your child. I lived by those words, and never allowed myself to even consider it. I searched my soul, trying to find guilt, but I was only relieved. She wouldn’t escape me now. We were tied together, bound forever. I took in a deep breath, remembering this morning and how I thought she had left me again. What was I doing? Who the fuck was I anymore?

  I removed her foot from the shelf, slipping out of her in the process. I stood back up, sliding my teeth over her shoulder and whispering in her ear. “Please don’t leave anymore without saying goodbye. I need you to wake me if I’m asleep.” I held her snug against my body. I never wanted this first to end.

  I inhaled one more time and went to work washing my beauty with soap. She remained still as I tried to remove as much of my seed from in-between her legs as possible. I was amazed that she never grew impatient or questioned what I was doing. Her trust in me was unbelievably strong. My heart ached as the thought seeped into my mind. Fuck.

  I rinsed her, giving her no space to withdraw from me, and she loved it.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  I stepped out of the shower quickly to retrieve two towels. I opened one up for her and wrapped it around her. She was stiff with her movements, and it gave me so much wicked pleasure to know the part I played in causing it.

  “Sore, huh?” She whipped her eyes to mine and stuck out her perfect tongue. I laughed. I had to. It was crazy how sometimes she reverted to being a child to avoid expressing her feelings verbally. She stormed out, and it was even funnier. I noticed as she walked, she took the furthest path around the closet, dragging her arm against the wall on the opposite side, and right after she cleared it, she scurried out of the room.

  I shook my hair out and staggered to the closet, looking inside. I was halfway expecting to see a large spider or some sort of reptile, but the only thing I saw was clothes on hangers. I stepped inside, grabbed shorts and a t-shirt from the shelves, and slipped them on my still-damp body. I moved my clothes to one side of the closet, making room for all of hers. I exited the closet, examining the door closely, trying to find out what she was so frightened of.

  I jogged downstairs to the garage to get a hammer and a flathead screwdriver. I took the stairs two at a time, in a hurry to remove my closet door. I slipped out the pins that held the door to the wall, and carried the free door down the hall to an empty room. Then I stalked to the room she was currently in and started removing her clothes from the closet. I was almost completely finished, had just left the closet with the shoes, when I leaned into the bathroom she was using to tell her what I was doing. I disappeared quickly, and the look she held was full of confusion.

  I was busy in my closet when I heard her voice. I peeked out of the closet and there she was, lying flat on my bed, legs spread, hanging over the edge, and offering her body to me again. The front of my pants tightened at the sight. She said something about moving fast, and I couldn’t disagree more. I would marry her at this point. I had already committed silently. She was mine forever. The forever ran through my mind over and over—she was my forever. I hadn’t believed in forever for such a long time, until now. What I need to do is plant a seed. What the fuck? I shook my head, remembering the seed I had just planted in her uterus. I exited the closet, proud of the work I did, and made my way to her side. She sat up on the bed, her feet dangling over the edge. I sat next to her for the seed-planting.

  “Are you worried about your virtue, sex without marriage?” As I said ‘marriage’ out loud, a huge smile broke across my face, hinting to her I would indeed marry her. Her eyes lit up and her own sweet smile appeared. Mission accomplished. Seed firmly planted. Ugh…I needed to come up with another phrase.

  “My virtue?” Her smile was edible, and I wanted to lick it right off her face. “Jason, you are not going to marry me just to have sex with me.” She said marry me with the cutest blush, and fuck it, if I didn’t want her again. I reached out, sliding my hand up her thigh to her very short shorts, and her eyes widened in disbelief. “Really? Again?”

  Did she really have to ask? I leaned over and traced my tongue over her lips. She opened for me, and I swiftly scooped her up and eased her onto my lap. She moaned into my mouth. It was so erotic. Our tongues danced and our lips collided as we explored each other’s mouths. She was the best kisser. The things she could do with those lips. I growled into her mouth, and her body began to ease farther onto mine. She was dying for more. I broke the kiss.

  “I could do this all day with you, but I can tell you are sore, and I want you to hunger for this like I do.” I knew she hungered for it. Her heavy-lidded eyes were velvety blue and filled with passion. I flashed her a knowing
smile. I had created a sex monster; Katarina was surprisingly as horny as I was. I leaned back, watching her closely, and she dove for me, sliding her fingers through my hair and holding me tightly to her mouth. It was her chance to dominate me, and I savored her undisguised lust for me. Her body eased onto mine and her hips began grinding. I pulled her away, trying to collect myself. I felt her breath linger on my lips.

  “You are a dangerous girl.” We were seconds away from having sex again, and I knew Katarina was still sore and recovering from the last time. I was never gentle in bed, never knew how to be or wanted to be. I gave it rough, and the women I was with wanted more of it. Katarina would simply never know kind and gentle, the way sex was intended. She would only know crushing, intense, animalistic sex. She laid her head against my chest, breathing me in, and I wrapped my arms around her, indulging in the comfort of her warm body.

  “Do you want to go with me somewhere?” she asked, her voice soft, just like the feel of her satiny hair.

  “I would love to go with you, as long as I can bring my new camera.” I laughed and she smacked my arm. She was very playful, and left her hand on my bicep long after, gripping it tightly with her fingers to feel the strength of the man that was here to protect her.

  Katarina called Bo over to climb into the Jeep. I was amazed she included him on our adventure. She really loved him. His whole body wiggled as he jumped inside. This made me love Katarina even more. Her acceptance of who I was was incredible. I truly was in awe of her, and how she saw the world. She busied herself with the camera as we made our way down the road, constantly checking it to make sure it was charging. She rolled her window down for Bo, which made it impossible to carry on any conversation with her. I turned the music on and we exchanged many smiles. The trip was probably close to an hour and twenty minutes, but I enjoyed it, savoring every second.

  I parked in the empty parking lot, and Bo got out with me. Katarina fiddled with the camera until I opened her door, lifting her carefully from the Jeep, and sliding her down the length of my body. She didn’t notice my hard-on, just gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and a thank you. She took off after Bo down a dirt trail leading us to a forested area. There was one long trail surrounded by rocks, bushes, and tall trees. It was a nice hike: the trees green, the clean air, and the tight ass in white shorts ahead of me. She moved quickly, and I had to pay attention to the trail to keep up, which was hard, literally, considering the white shorts. Katarina toyed with the camera, taking pictures of Bo and occasionally snapping shots of me. I was dying to get to know her more, the real Katarina, the one she didn’t think I would like if I knew.

  “So your driver’s license said you’re from Washington. Katarina Josephine...” Her head snapped around, and she told me loudly with her eyes not to say her last name. “Riggs. Katarina Josephine Riggs,” I repeated, and her grin told me she liked the sound of it. “DOB April 27.” She turned around again, and I caught her before she tripped, grabbing a hold of her ass in the process.

  “When’s your birthday?” Her voice was happy as she righted herself on her feet and continued down the trail. I enjoyed her enthusiasm about the conversation, but I was supposed to be asking the questions.

  “January eleventh.” That was enough about me. “Do you read books?” I asked through huffs, trying to gather my questions in my head.

  “You mean, like, fairytales?” She scrunched her perfect little nose when she said it. Interesting, she’s not into fairytales.

  “I mean anything. Any genre—mysteries, romance, non-fiction…” I let my voice trail off and smiled at how expressive she was. I loved it.

  “No, I don’t read. If I do, it’s the first chapter and the last; the middle part is just filler.” I laugh at her reasoning, but I stop quickly, wondering if I am the filler she’s talking about.

  “So, no books. What about your favorite TV shows? Reality shows don’t count.” She hummed while thinking and hiking; it was frickin’ endearing.

  “No, I don’t really watch TV unless it’s with someone.”

  “So you are a virgin everywhere in your life, untouched and completely moldable.” She let a cute giggle slip.

  “I prefer first timer, not virgin.” First timer actually works for her, and it was my turn to laugh. “At least I don’t get my books confused because I have read so many. I haven’t watched so many shows that the TV considers me a player.” She threw me a flirtatious smile so I’d know she was teasing.

  “I prefer switcher, not player.” I needed to change her thinking. I hated that she continued to bring up my sexual past. For the first time, I regretted every other person I’d had sex with that wasn’t her. I was growing pissed with myself. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

  “If you could be any animal, what would you be?” She thought for a second and used a ‘hmm…’ to stall.

  “A cheetah and you would be a lion, right? I know the deal with lions. If you’re the leader of the pride, every female is yours for the taking.” She did a suggestive wink and I had to laugh. What the heck?

  “A cheetah, is that because they’re fast?”

  “Yep.”

  “How about cartoons? What’s your favorite?”

  “If I have to name one I’d say…Bugs Bunny.”

  “Really?”

  “He’s funny. Besides, what kind of question is that anyway?”

  “My favorite cartoon is Jessica Rabbit, and it’s an awesome question. It establishes early childhood fantasy.” She started giggling when I said fantasy. She was so childish. “Ok, favorite color?”

  “Green.” Her smile was heart stopping when she said it. “Your favorite color?”

  “Different shades of pink to red,” I answered, picturing her beautiful skin changing colors before my eyes. She glanced back. My turn to wink.

  “Favorite place?” I was hoping she would tell me something personal.

  “Work. I like feeling useful.” That answer sucked. “Yours?”

  “Lately, it’s been the bathroom and the bedroom.” She giggled again, which made me smile. Her laughter always made me feel like I won something.

  “Favorite music?”

  “If I had to pick a sound I like, lately, it would have to be your singing.” All right, that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. “Your favorite sound?”

  “Lately, I like the sound of silence.” She turned around when I said it, with understanding in her blue eyes.

  “All right, my turn.” She spoke loudly as she continued down the dirt trail. “Do you really taste strawberries? You know, when you go… downtown.” I chuckled at her words. She turned, and I watched my favorite color spread across her cheeks.

  “You taste very sweet to me, and strawberries are the best way I can describe it.” She glanced back at me, crinkling her nose. I loved that look.

  “You taste different.” She paused, and I reached out for her arm, wanting to hear this. I yanked her and her body whipped around. I settled her back against a tree and pressed up against her.

  “Finish. What does my come taste like, princess?” Her breath hitched, and I was close enough to feel the heat of it on my face.

  “It’s…salty and spicy, like…Taco Bell sauce.” I instantaneously started laughing, my body shaking, tumbling over into the dirt. Fucking Taco Bell come. She was hilarious. I stood up when my stomach was sore from laughter, trying to stifle the chuckle that still vibrated in my mouth. Her smile was filled with peace, and she was still pressed against the tree, waiting for me to tell her it was okay to move. I leaned against her again, sliding my hand up her inner thigh, up her shorts, and under her drenched panties. She was wet, and I knew it was my juices mixed with hers. I kissed her as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. Her body attempted to move, but my body was pressed firmly against her. Her leg broke free and wrapped around my hips as I continued my torture. The muscles of her vaginal canal clenched around my fingers as I took full possession of her mouth. I slipped my hand free, ca
using her to moan loudly in disappointment. I placed the wet fingers in my mouth, and her eyes widened as I licked the mixture of our juices, and damn it if she didn’t taste horny. I removed her leg and foot from my waist and turned her back towards the trail, smacking her ass playfully as we continued our hike.

  We reached the water, and I watched as she took off her shirt and shorts, laying them neatly on a rock, and then she slipped into the water in her lacy, drenched panties and bra. I could imagine the wetness gathering between her legs. I wanted her so badly right then. It was all I could think about. Fuck my broken magnet. I tore off my clothes and jumped in the cold water behind Bo. It dawned on me for the first time that maybe my magnet was finally working, and it was broken before I met Katarina.

  I swam through the cold water all the way to the waterfall. It was amazing to be this close to something so powerful. The loud sound of the waterfall blocked out all thoughts, and I dove under to explore the clear, cold water more. It had been years since I felt the freedom of nature, and I felt like a kid in a toy store, wanting to make sure I saw every detail.

  On the swim back, I noticed Katarina was out of the water taking pictures and sunbathing on a rock. She was gazing off into space, and I wondered what her funny little brain was thinking about. She must have felt my questioning eyes, because her eyes met mine and the sweetest smile spread over her face. I felt a delicious, warm sensation fill my whole body, and I returned her happy face. I trudged out of the water, shaking my hair in the process. I grabbed my shorts and t-shirt, tugging them onto my wet body. When I turned to make my way over to her, her eyes were intently watching everything I did. I wondered if I fascinated her like she fascinated me. I climbed the rock, noticing her white, lacy panties lying out in the open sun, probably to dry. Everything she had on today was white. I picked them up and slowly brought them to my nose, narrowing my eyes on her, and then I inhaled, satisfied with the sex smell that her panties still smelt of. I shoved them in my shorts and nestled in closer to her. I draped my legs around her and pulled her as close to me as possible. I dipped my hand under the waistband of her shorts and felt the smooth skin of her pussy. I traced the skin for a while, knowing Katarina was feeling my erection pressed against her ass, but all she did was relax further into me, allowing me free access. I removed my hand and tugged on her ponytail, causing her to tilt her head, opening up her neck to me so I could taste her.