I just shook my head and the red dressed waitress disappeared.
“So, I haven’t seen you here before.” I looked at him, more carefully this time. He must be a regular and I bet he knew Jared. I was getting a feeling he knew exactly who I was.
My heart started to beat fast, and I felt my hands start to pull the ends of my dress, smoothing it over my thighs. I stood up and looked at my table companion.
“I need to use the ladies room.” I was surprised when he stood up next to me.
“I’ll escort you.” He walked very close to me guiding me through the traffic of people with his hand on my lower back. He let go when we reached my destination and I stepped in the restroom without looking back.
I escaped into the stall right away, feeling overwhelmed. I took a quiet moment to give myself a pep talk. I reminded myself this was my idea. I wanted this. I wanted Jason to see me as sexy and confident. A woman he needed so badly that he would chase her anywhere. I left the stall passing all the ladies applying makeup and playing with their phones. I found an empty sink to wash my hands, repeating encouraging words in my head. I stepped outside the restroom and immediately headed for the bar, but Jason was gone. My eyes scanned the room. There were suddenly a lot more people there. I looked at my surroundings, and all my exits were blocked. Panic set up shop throughout my body. Immediately I couldn’t breathe. People were bumping into me, touching me. My world was closing in around me. I felt a hand grab my arm out of the sea of men, and it was my table mate. He was a welcome face.
“Dance with me,” he said, pulling me through the cluster of people at the bar. When we reached the dance floor, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
“Please…be a gentleman.” I locked eyes with him, and he smiled.
“Of course,” was all he said.
His body was close to mine as he danced, careful not to touch me. He was an excellent dancer. His moves were like his smile, slow and methodical. I felt Jason’s intense eyes on me and my face lit up. The man dancing flashed me another deliberate smile.
“He found me.” My body shook as giggling took the place of my words. The man dancing with me started to laugh, his body slowly encasing mine. I closed my eyes feeling his heat behind me.
“Excuse me…she’s mine,” his voice laced with irritation and anger. And then, he stood in front of me. I looked up, not hiding my enthusiasm, but Jason was all predator. His clenched jaw, his lips in a straight line and his piercing stare all told me he was beyond furious. Suddenly his arms were wrapped tightly around me and he roughly pulled me into his hard chest. I lost my breath instantly as our bodies slammed together and his hands possessed my butt. I am not sure how this could be comfortable for him, but I went with it, knowing I created this mood. He leaned his head between my neck and shoulder and inhaled. My arms imprisoned at my sides, his body encasing mine, we danced like that for a few minutes. I struggled to pull back and when Jason finally granted me the ability, I moved my hands up his arms to his shoulders. He kissed my neck right behind my ear before pulling away.
“Why were you laughing? I heard you laughing with that guy.”
“I told him you found me. I was so happy to feel your eyes on me. I guess I was relieved and excited. It made me giggle.” I watched a disapproving frown take over his face, obviously disgusted with the timing of my laughter.
“You think it’s funny that I saw you dancing with another man?” He was visibly mad at me.
“I guess I really didn’t think this through. I wanted you to feel lucky to be with someone so deliciously sexy.” I said it slowly, and his face softened. I relaxed a little bit. “It won’t last”—I waved my hand around—“the men wanting my attention. It’s only temporary. It must be my fifteen minutes.”
His eyebrows drew together.
“My mother always told me that every girl gets her fifteen minutes of fame. It’s when you are the most appealing to people. She said it goes away. I was told to use that fifteen minutes wisely.”
He looked at me, trying to process what I was saying.
“I can’t imagine not thinking you were the most beautiful, sexy woman in the room.” A smile took over my face at his quick, unintentional comment, and he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You look like a princess and smell like a strawberry. I want to eat you…out.”
His words gave me shivers everywhere. I felt the hairs on my arms stand up, and my knees felt weak. He pulled back and flashed me a wicked grin. I blushed. Of course I blushed, the man had talents and that sexy ass smile was one of them.
“Your fantasy is to be chased?” He raised an eyebrow, his intense eyes boring into mine.
“No, Mr. Riggs, my fantasy is to be caught.” A slow smile spread across my lips.
Jason was having a hard time releasing me. His hands were firmly locked on my body. I tried to pull away and again, his hold lightened, and I was granted permission.
“OK, Mr. Riggs, you are going to walk me to the elevators, and when the doors close, you are going to count to five. Then you are going to catch me.” I licked my lips letting the naughty curl lift one lip. “Are you ready to claim your prize?”
I turned before he answered, and he followed me to the elevator, his hand squeezing my hip. I reached into my tiny purse and handed him another envelope. It had the address to the next destination, and I locked my eyes with his.
“Mr. Riggs.” I nodded at him as the elevator doors closed.
When they opened, I took off in a run. I didn’t look behind me, but felt his eyes on me. I got in my car and took off. My little Mercedes weaved in and out of traffic, and I saw him in the rearview mirror. When we hit the highway, I got the car up to ninety-five. I was so far ahead I could barely see his Jeep anymore. It was getting dark now, and I never slowed down. When I got off the highway, it was all country roads, and I knew his Jeep was made for that, so I took advantage of my lead and drove more cautiously. I pulled into a long driveway and parked in a slightly lit area where all I could see were tall bushes. I stayed in the car and began taking the hair pins out of my hair. I left the keys and my purse in the car and took off as soon as I saw Jason’s Jeep lights. I ran in the dark, which was difficult because I still had my stilettos on. I disappeared into the dark maze of bushes when he got out of his Jeep. I heard him calling for me, and when I saw a flashlight enter the maze, I couldn’t control my giggling. Of course he had a flashlight. I had completely forgotten one. I took the shoes off so I could run faster. He sounded like he was getting closer.
“I am going to catch you, Katarina, and I’m imagining what I am going to do to you when I do.”
This made me giggle louder. “Are you going to discipline me, Jason, for running?” I heard him laugh. “Or claim fuck me?”
I heard his breathing increase and knew he must be close. It was so hard for me to see anything. I ran with my hands more than my eyes. I noticed a light ahead and began to move faster with purpose.
“I can smell you, Katie. I can smell how horny you are.”
I felt a surge of adrenaline just thinking about his hands on me. My stomach started doing crazy things, and my skin became more sensitive, the dress tassels and my hair feeling like fingers on my flesh. I felt the moisture running down my legs. When I reached the center of the maze, I saw small lights angled at bushes cut out as animals and flowers, and I heard a water fountain. The lighting made everything glow, and I felt like I was in a dream.
“Catch me, Mr. Riggs, if you can?” I was still giggling when I entered the second half of the maze. I heard him steps behind me.
“Oh, I’ll catch you, and then I’ll have my way with you.”
I was running into the hedges, getting scratches all over my over sensitive body. I felt a hand reach out and touch my arm, but I wiggled and moved away. I heard his breathing at my neck, our running strides in sync with each other. I made it out of the maze and felt him right behind me. I ran into an open building with hay everywhere. I followed the light in the corner of the
building, where I saw a blanket laid out on top of the hay. I felt his strong hands on my waist and I struggled to break free. I squealed and kicked my legs. He slid his arms around me in a tight hold as I flailed. I had no success in freeing myself. His upper body was like a vise. My body was defeated and fell limp. I relaxed trying to catch my breath, the steady stream of oxygen causing our bodies to calm. He didn’t wait long before he swiftly turned me around.
“On your knees, princess.” He placed his hands on my shoulder forcing me down in front of him. I felt both of his both fists in my hair. It startled me. I tried to look at his eyes, but his hold on me was too strong. “Unzip my pants, and pull out my cock.”
His voice was raw and sexy. I moved my hands slowly up his thighs feeling his muscles twitch underneath my fingers. I took my time undoing the metal clasp of his slacks. His breathing was increasing again. His hands were in my hair squeezing so hard it was creating pain causing a moan to slip from my lips. I deliberately slid my fingers over his bulging member causing his hips to jerk forward.
“Now princess, no more stalling,” his rough demanding voice sent sparks through my entire body.
I grabbed the zippers between my fingers and very teasingly played with his zipper. I heard a growl escape his lips and I smiled a small victory smile. When I could waste no more time I finished with the zipper and reached up to his hips to release the slacks from his body. He removed one hand from my hair and knocked my hand away.
“No, I just want my cock out.”
I looked at the opening I had created and saw no boxers. My animal man went commando. I smiled at how wonderfully sexy my man was. I slipped my hand in caressing his long shaft before pulling it out. I cleared his tight sac by running my finger around the base to make sure the zipper wasn’t poking him. He shivered and his grip in my hair tightened and then roughly he jerked my head back.
“Now open your mouth and take me in.” His breathing was heavy, his legs shaky.
I wanted to be sassy and tell him no, but I was crazy with desire. His talk was driving me beyond insane. Again I obeyed his orders and opened my mouth and leaned into him. His large cock filled my mouth slowly as I attempt to lick and caress it, but he was beyond foreplay. He needed control, forcing himself into my mouth over and over. It took me a second to get accustomed to him. I began breathing through my nose, relaxing my throat, opening myself to him. I heard his noises, and I began to play into it. I lightly scraped my teeth against his cock as he forced it in and out, and I sucked like nothing else mattered. I was enjoying his uncontrolled passion.
He stopped abruptly after a short while. “Fuck, Katie, I need to be in you.” He pushed me to the ground and he weighed heavily on my lower body. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom.
All of a sudden, everything was in slow motion. I took time and admired his features. I looked up at his face. It was shadowed by the light behind him, so his face was dark. His hair was wild and crazy, his form above mine bulky and solid. I could see his strong neck, his pulse visibly twitching. The whites of his eyes stood out against the dark and I felt another burst of adrenaline. He was still in predator mode. He was all lion. His eyes dark and lidded, he spread my legs with his, and my dress was lifted to expose my barely there panties. His face didn’t change. I felt his hand move my underwear to the side and his finger dip inside me.
“Fuck, Katie, you are so hot and wet.” I was oddly comforted by hearing my name.
Jason positioned himself right outside my sex. He squeezed his eyes shut like he was in pain. His breathing was ragged. He leaned over me, caging my body with his arms. I felt my own breathing pick up anticipating his initial thrust. I knew him well enough to know I created the beast before me. I reveled in the way he could make me feel. I braced myself for pain, pain I needed, to feel alive. Then suddenly without warning he began. He had no mercy, there was nothing held back. I wasn’t fragile in his eyes. I was his and he was branding me. He continued pounding into me. My breath hitched and I closed my eyes as he drove into me, feeling his need, his passion for me. I was being split in two by the force of his rolling hips. His hand snuck up, and he held my throat. My eyes popped open, and I looked into his very dark eyes.
“This is only for me. You will not come. Do you understand?” His hand on my throat squeezed harder. I focused on his breathing, and I was so close to my climax his words were intoxicating. I moaned trying to move my hips for more, needing just a little bit more. His lower body was too heavy on mine. I was completely at his mercy. I heard a long, loud growl and felt his final few thrusts. Then he pulled out of me quickly. “Fuck! That was great for me. It was by far the most I have ever come. Shit princess it hurt I came so fucking hard. I hope you enjoyed it.”
Chapter 17
Wet Dream
That was it. He rolled off of me, adjusting himself, removing his condom. I lay there for a brief moment thinking about how this was my fantasy and he was a complete, climax withholding asshole. I rolled over standing up slowly, my legs feeling weak. I smoothed my dress down, tried to control my bubbling anger and stomped away. I was beyond mad, beyond furious. I stalked to the Jeep without a word. He was so busy feeling wonderful, talking about what a rush that was. He didn’t see me leave.
I had planned that Mike would come get my car so that Jason and I could drive back together. Now I wished I hadn’t done that. I wanted to be alone, wanted to cry and throw things. I climbed into his Jeep and sat and waited for him to emerge. I think he thought I left because I watched him with his hand on his neck, rubbing hard. Then he ran a hand through his hair while he paced, head down, and then finally he jogged for the Jeep. He jumped in and glanced at me, surprised. He settled back in his seat quietly. His hand was fumbling to put the keys in the ignition. Irritated, I turned away and glared out my window. My arms crossed over my stomach, and silently I wished I was anywhere but here.
“Sorry about that…I kind of got carried away.” It came out in a whisper. I pictured biting his ear off I was so mad. I bit my tongue, knowing how my words have always gotten me in more trouble. What I felt for him was only hatred, but he didn’t deserve to hear anything from me.
“Take me home to my apartment.” My voice was laced with anger. I felt his hand on my arm, and I jerked away. That one touch caused me to break my angry silence. “You are the same as everyone else. You just take what you want from me. It is my fault. I thought you were different…special.” I squeezed my arms tighter around my body wishing I had brought a sweatshirt to cover myself.
“Shit, Katarina, I am sorry I lost control. I couldn’t…stop myself.”
“I was so close, and you just came without me. You’re a selfish asshole.”
He started to laugh, and I looked over, surprised by the sound, my blood boiling, my gaze becoming fuzzy.
“You’re laughing? Fuck you!”
This only made him laugh harder. “The princess can curse.”
I was going to walk home. I began opening the door, and he reached over and grabbed my arm.
“I just thought…I was rough, really rough and I thought you were furious because of that. The way I treated you.” He laughed again and I heard relief this time. “You’re upset because you didn’t finish?” He raised his eyebrows. “I would love to make that right.” I glared at him, and he offered a gentle smile.
“I changed my mind, don’t want to anymore, not with you. Please take me home.” I closed my door and continued my pouting out the window.
“I want to make this good. I really am sorry. I would do anything.”
I turned and peered at him and stared straight into his eyes. He was more serious now, and I battled with myself. My mind was telling me to run from him, but my sexually pissed-off body was saying, “Please let him touch you.”
“OK, I want to…have a happy ending.”
A large sexy smile moved over his face and he made a move toward me.
“No, I don’t want you to use your mouth or your hands. I
want to feel you inside when I climax. I want you to have my smell on you.”
His face grew tense.
“Can you make yourself hard again?” He just nodded.
“Take off your clothes. I want to feel your skin on mine.” I was serious, not playful at all. He did what I asked and then took a condom from his pocket. “You won’t need that. You aren’t going to finish. This is just for me.”
Jason raised his eyebrows and set down the condom. I stood up as much as I could to take my dress off. I took off my bra and panties too. He scooted his seat back as far as it would go. I watched him reach up and remove his steering wheel with the push of a button. I left my garter belt on, attached to my stockings. They didn’t bother me either way. I watched Jason look at me in a haze. I moved in front of him and knelt down. I took his penis in my mouth, and he didn’t move. I licked it all over, no pattern; I just wanted all his come off. I wanted him clean. I tasted a little pre-come and looked into Jason’s eyes. I used my finger and traced the line of skin under his scrotum to his back hole. I watched him shudder at the feeling.
“How about a butt plug for you?”
“No.” His answer was firm. This amused me.
“I am sure you could borrow mine. It’s a one-size-fits-all kind of thing.”
He wasn’t smiling now. He looked agitated.
“I’m just saying, you don’t know what you’re missing.”
He half smiled. I pulled away from his member and blew on it so he was nice and dry. He just watched me with a questioning look.
“I want you dry so I feel all of you…I want friction.”
I stood and straddled his legs. I looked in his eyes before I grabbed his penis. I held his stare as I guided him into me, inch by inch by inch, his eyes rolled back into his head. I sat on his lap when he was deep inside me. It felt gloriously exquisite and I moaned in appreciation. I clamped my muscles around him and felt him throb inside of me. I opened my eyes and focused on his face as I rubbed my breast into his chest, my nipples grazing his skin. It felt like my nipples were getting the scratch that they so desperately needed.
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