DEFENSE

by Glenna Sinclair

  “So am I,” she replied.

  I reached up for her, groping blindly in the darkness, and pulled her down so her chest was against mine. She kept up her movements, now going so fast the bed was rocking beneath us.

  I wrapped my hand around the back of her head and pulled her into me, so that our mouths met. We could hardly kiss from panting so hard, but I needed to feel her tongue against mine, needed to taste her.

  As our mouths explored one another’s, I stroked my hands down her hot, slick back and onto her ass. I guided her fast, bouncing movement, and she squeezed in with her knees. Her moans vibrated in my mouth. I cried out. It was coming. I was so close.

  She was bouncing frantically, faster and faster, more powerfully. She pulled away from the kiss, letting her head drop beside me, her mouth against my ear. The noises she was making were so amazing they pushed me right up to the precipice.

  “Harrison,” she cried in my ear. “Harrison, Harrison, God, this is amazing. I’m coming. I’m coming. Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

  And then she cried out. I felt her vaginal muscles clamp around my cock, pulsating over and over as she was gripped by her own orgasm.

  I pressed my eyes shut, gritted my teeth, and let the wave of euphoria crash over me.

  “Fuck, Katie!” I screamed, my voice ripping out of me. “Fuck!”

  The orgasm consumed me, more powerfully than any I’d ever felt before. The sensation seemed to be never ending. I could feel my cum pulsing out of me, faster and more powerfully than I’d thought it could.

  Katie kept going, rocking as hard as she could, as though trying to eke out every ounce of pleasure from my orgasm and every ounce of pleasure from her own.

  I wrapped my arms tightly round her waist, pulling her into me as closely as I could get her. With one last shudder, I thrust my cock into her as far as it would go. We both let out matching cries, then were done, falling still and silent.

  We slowed to a stop, and I held her in my arms, her hair splayed across my chest, her face nuzzled into my neck.

  “That was the best sex of my life,” she whispered in my ear.

  “Mine too,” I replied, and I meant it.

  I had never felt anything like that before. Not even with Catherine. Not even with the woman I’d loved more than any in the world.

  So what did that make Katie?

  Chapter Twelve

  Katie

  I woke up disoriented, in an unfamiliar room. My whole body felt different, transformed. Echoes of pleasure rippled between my legs, and my nipples prickled as they remembered the glorious sensations I’d experienced last night.

  I felt groggy thanks to the first full, decent night’s sleep I’d had in a long time. And man, did I just sleep. Harrison had given me such an amazing orgasm—two, in fact—he’d squeezed every last ounce of strength out of me. I must have slept as though dead.

  I sat up and glanced around. I was at work, in the room I’d set up for Harrison. I must have fallen asleep after we’d fucked. I’d been exhausted.

  I couldn’t let anyone find me here like this, wearing the same clothes I’d worn yesterday.

  As much as I didn’t want to, I dragged myself out of the cramped camper bed. My legs were so wobbly beneath me they could hardly hold me up.

  Harrison was sprawled across the mattress, butt-naked and fast asleep. His body looked incredible, and I could hardly believe that last night had happened. The twisted-up sheets around him and the echoes of his cock inside of me were proof enough of the incredible sex we’d shared. I had to accept that not only was it real, not only had it truly happened, but nothing bad had come of it. No one I cared about had been hurt by my moment of pleasure.

  I was halfway dressed when my cell started ringing. It was Tim. The noise made Harrison stir. He looked up at me, his pale green eyes glittering at the sight of me in just my bra and panties. Just looking at the effect I had on him made me want to leap back on top of him and ride him all the way to an orgasm.

  “I’m sorry, but I have to get this,” I said.

  Harrison nodded, but his eyes were still fixed on my body, penetrating me, causing pleasure to roll through me.

  I willed myself to answer the call.

  “Jessica’s awake,” Tim said the second I hit the button.

  “Oh thank God,” I replied.

  I covered the cell and relayed to Harrison that Jessica was awake. He smiled and reached for me, circling his arm around my midriff, making flames of desire burn on my skin.

  “The hospital just called,” Tim continued. “Jonas and I are heading over there now. Where are you?”

  “I’m at work,” I said.

  My breath was becoming shallower with every one of the kisses Harrison had begun bestowing on my stomach. Heat raced between my legs. I could feel my panties growing wet. I tipped my head back, unable to stop myself from reveling in the moment, but trying desperately to keep my mind on the phone call.

  “You pulled an all-nighter?” Tim asked.

  “I have a lot going on,” I said.

  Harrison’s tongue had found its way to the top of my panties. He’d begun sliding them gently from my hips, nibbling the flesh that their removal had exposed. It took every bit of willpower I possessed not to fling the phone across the room and grab his head in my hands, guiding him to my throbbing, yearning clit.

  There was a suspicious pause on the other end of the line. “Are you with someone?”

  “No,” I said, trying to keep the tremble from my voice and remain sincere. But Harrison’s fingers had begun gently rubbing the warm flesh of my labia, pressing inwards so as to stimulate my clit at the same time. The sensation was incredible. “I’m heading home now to take a shower and change my clothes. I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

  I ended the call and flung my cell phone away, turning my attention fully to Harrison. His eyes were fixed on me as he slid his fingers just inside the entrance of my vagina. I moaned.

  “Harrison, I have to leave,” I said, though there was next to no conviction in my voice.

  His fingers found the sweet spot inside of me, and I cried out involuntarily.

  “You can’t,” Harrison replied, licking my hip bone with complete precision.

  I wound my fingers into his hair. He was so close to giving me head I could feel his breath tickling me.

  “I have to see Jessica,” I said breathlessly. “I have to go home and shower.”

  “You can shower here,” he murmured.

  He was right. Newland & Rook had showering facilities for those crazy staff members who went to the gym on their lunch break. Harrison and I could utilize them.

  No. I pushed my hands down to his shoulder, guiding his lips away from my searing flesh.

  “This is important, Harrison,” I said. “I need to do this.”

  But Harrison wasn’t taking no for an answer. He rose to his feet and swept me into his arms, reminding me of the way he’d carried my pleasure-drugged body to the camper bed last night. I couldn’t resist.

  “Let me wash you,” he said, nibbling on my earlobe, then pressing warm kisses into my neck.

  I sank into him, exhaling loudly. “Yes,” I moaned.

  He was completely naked, and I could feel his cock harden against my body. Knowing he could become so aroused by me was the most exciting feeling in the world.

  “Oh God,” I gasped, knowing what my body was in for.

  Harrison carried me to the shower room. Like everything in the Rook & Newland offices, it was immaculate, designed to impress our rich clients. It smelled of expensive sandalwood candles. The sinks were made of marble, fresh flowers beside each one, along with a fluffy white towel.

  We went straight into the cubicle, and Harrison set me down on my feet. He turned on the shower, and hot, steamy water poured down on me.

  Harrison was a good foot taller than me. I only came up to his chest.

  True to his word, he reached for the shampoo immediately, and began massaging it
into my hair. Soon, bubbles were cascading down my wet flesh. Harrison couldn’t keep his eyes off me, or the way the soapy suds streamed over my breasts.

  I cleaned his hair, too, raking my fingers across his scalp in a way that made him gasp.

  Once my hair was clean, Harrison used a sponge on my skin. His movements were so delicate and precise, it felt like heaven. As he cleaned my breasts, the nipples stood to attention, aroused immensely by the rubbing sensation against them. Harrison could hold him back no longer. He cupped one of my breasts in his hands, then brought his tongue down to the nipple.

  “Your body is divine,” he said, licking my nipple with the whole of his tongue.

  “Oh God,” I whispered as my arousal began to mount.

  I needed to stop this. I needed to go to Jessica. But I couldn’t bear to end the pleasure. I had to keep going. I needed to fuck Harrison fully.

  “I want to be inside of you again, Katie,” Harrison said.

  I nodded.

  Harrison turned off the water and led me out into the bathroom. We both left a trail of drips behind us. Then Harrison took the fluffy white towels and wrapped us up in them.

  We returned to the cramped room.

  “One day we’ll be making love in silk sheets in the bridal suite of the most expensive hotel in the world,” Harrison told me, as he lay me down on the bed and peeled back my towel.

  He rolled a condom on his bulging cock, then positioned himself above me. Instantly, my body responded. I knew what was coming. He would tease me with the tip of his cock, slide it in a millimeter before sliding it out of me again. He would make me yelp, grit my teeth, squeeze my eyes shut, and twist the sheets up in my fists.

  But Harrison, I learned, was going to surprise me. Just like during our lovemaking last night, the second I thought I knew what was coming next, he did something different, something to throw me off. This time, he slid himself fully into me.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasped, taken by surprise.

  I was so wet from arousal that he could fit the full length of himself inside of me immediately. It felt incredible, feeling him pressed against the walls of my vagina.

  I hitched my legs up around him. They were still wet from the shower. Drips ran from my skin onto his, mingling just like our bodies were.

  Harrison was positioned on his elbows, giving him enough space to look at my face as he slowly began to maneuver his cock inside me. He was looking at me intensely, gazing into my eyes in a way no man had ever done before. I could tell he was trying to judge the extent of my pleasure by my facial expressions and noises. I’d never had such an attentive lover before. Last night he’d given me the two most intense orgasms I’d ever had, and that had been in total darkness. I could hardly wait to experience what he had in store for me this time.

  He stretched my hands up over my head, gripping them in his right hand. With his left hand he took hold of my thigh, inching me up. I wrapped my legs more tightly around his waist, raising my hips a little off the bed, and he placed a pillow beneath me so that I was elevated. Then his left hand joined his right, and he gripped both my hands in his, keeping my arms high above my head.

  He began to move a little faster, his body undulating rhythmically. I panted, my heartbeat matching the pace of his movements.

  “Do you like it fast?” Harrison asked, studying my face.

  I honestly didn’t know. I’d never been asked.

  “With you,” I said, “I like it any way.”

  Harrison bit his lip and pressed deeply into my body. I threw my head back and cried out. Harrison took it as the sign he needed to keep going.

  As his thrusts increased in depth and speed, he began to grunt, too. He was enjoying it as much as me, and knowing how much pleasure he could get from my body made my own senses heighten further.

  I released my hold on his hands. I wanted to touch him, every bit of him, and wanted him to touch me, too. He let go and placed his hands on either side of my head, giving him a different angle to work with.

  I gasped and raised my head up, my hands grasping his waist. His skin was searing hot, still wet from our shower, but slick, too, with sweat.

  “That feels incredible,” I moaned.

  I let my head fall back against the pillow and unwound my legs from him, craving some new sensation. Harrison rose to the challenge. He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled me up onto all fours.

  “Oh God, yes,” I cried as he slid into me again from behind.

  This new angle was even more incredible than the last. One of Harrison’s hands roved over my breasts while the other explored my clitoris. But my body was telling me I wanted him to grip me by the hips and pull me into him, to fuck me hard and fast.

  I grabbed one of his hands and led it to my hip bone. He understood straight away and held the other with his spare hand.

  “Fuck,” he cried, enjoying the position as much as I was.

  “Harder,” I moaned. “Harder.”

  Harrison responded immediately, pushing into me and pulling out of me again with the perfect amount of force.

  “Yes!” I cried. “Like that.”

  My noises excited him more. He pulled back on my hips while simultaneously thrusting in with his cock. I’d never known anything to feel so fantastic. My whole body was clenching, squeezing, racing towards an orgasm.

  “Faster!” I cried, hearing the bed creak beneath us.

  The headboard began to slam against the wall. I pressed my hands against it, giving Harrison an even more immovable force to push himself into. He did, responding to my needs straight away, ramming the full force of his body into me.

  My orgasm was coming fast. My moans and cries were turning into squeals, into noises I had literally no control over—noises that seemed to come from the deepest, most primal parts of me.

  “There!” I cried as I raced right up to the point of no return. “There! Don’t stop. Fuck, Harrison, fuck!”

  I came. Black stars burst across my eyes. The sensation pulsed through me, through every single part of me. A scream ripped from my throat as every fiber of my being experienced the ecstasy of my climax.

  Behind me, still keeping up the furious pace of our lovemaking, Harrison responded to my orgasmic scream with his own cry. I felt his cock begin pulsating inside of me as his cum burst out of him. The sensation added another dimension to my already screaming pleasure.

  “Katie,” Harrison moaned as he came inside of me. “Fuck.”

  He began to slow. Our cries turned into throaty grunts as our lovemaking slowed to a stop. And then we were still, completely still, like statues, holding the positions we’d been in for several seconds.

  At last, Harrison pulled out of me. I fell forward against the bed, completely spent. There was nothing left of me. Even my arms were trembling. How I was getting through the rest of the day, I had no idea.

  Harrison removed his condom and tidied himself up, then slid into the bed beside me and took me in his arms. His skin was burning, and I could feel his heart beating against my chest.

  I ran my fingers along his flesh, and he shivered.

  “I wish you didn’t have to leave me,” Harrison murmured.

  “Me too,” I said with a heavy sigh. The idea of spending all day in bed with Harrison was like a dream come true. “But I have to. I need to speak to Jessica about Galiema taking on the case. I need to see if she’ll testify.”

  Harrison released me from his grasp.

  “Okay,” he said. “You know where I’ll be. Here. Waiting for you. Dreaming about you.”

  I stood, my legs shaking beneath me, and looked down at the gorgeous man that was Harrison Wrexler. With great effort, I began to dress. I couldn’t stop myself from gazing at him. The way he was watching me was so intense, like I was arousing him just by putting my clothes on.

  Finally dressed, I leaned down and kissed him fully on the mouth.

  “I won’t be long,” I said.

  Outside was bright daylight. I felt com
pletely disoriented.

  I called a taxi and stopped off at home to change my clothes, noting in the mirror the sparkle in my eyes and the flush in my cheeks, then headed to the hospital, a spring in my step. On the way, I called Galiema.

  “Jessica’s awake,” I told her. “I’m going to speak to her today about how you’re offering to represent her for free.”

  “That’s good news,” Galiema replied. “But I have a little bit of bad news for you.”

  “Oh?”

  “The DVD isn’t a secret film. It’s just pornography.”

  “Shit,” I said.

  “Do you think you’d be able to get anything else like that?”

  That meant I’d have to go back to Nick’s at some point to see if I could find anything else to support our case, and that meant pretending to be into him again. I wasn’t sure if I could muster it.

  “Maybe,” I said. “I don’t know. I have access to his apartment through a friend of his. I felt certain that DVD would hold evidence, though. You should have seen the way he stacked them up under his bed, like trophies.”

  I could practically hear Galiema shuddering over the phone.

  “Just don’t put yourself in any danger, okay?” she replied. “If Jessica’s testimony matches that of the other girl who’s come forward, then we may not need any other evidence at all. But you know what juries are like.”

  “I know,” I replied. “I just don’t know if I’ll be able to get her onboard.”

  “Just do what you can,” Galiema replied.

  The cab pulled up outside MedStar. I hopped out and went inside, following the corridor to Jessica’s room. Tim and Jonas were already there, sitting by the side of her bed, hand in hand.

  “Jess,” I said, looking at my pale, frail friend lying in the white sheets.

  The tube had been removed from her mouth, but there was still a drip in her arm, and countless machines around her taking measurements, all bleeping and whirring, with her heartbeat providing the beat.

  “Katie,” she said, stretching her hand out to me.

  Tim and Jonas let me pass.

  “We’ll give you some time alone,” Tim said, and the two men left.