by Amy Brent
“You imagined it was you, didn’t you? You saw me in your mind after and you found your release.” I nodded quickly in response and he captured my mouth, his hand slipping beneath the silk of my dress and across my bare cleft.
“You naughty girl, you aren’t wearing any panties tonight.” I’d come prepared for anything, but mostly my dress wasn’t designed for panty lines. His eyes flashed and he lowered himself in front of me, kneeling as his hand gripped my thighs and parted them. “Show me what you did that night, how you touched it thinking about me.”
I slipped my hand downward and rubbed my swollen bud, the silky flesh glistened as he placed his hand over mine, and I shuddered as the pleasure rolled through me.
“You’re beautiful. I love that you did that thinking of me. Can I taste you, Katherine?” I nodded and moaned as his mouth closed on my mound and his tongue flicked at my sex, tickling until waves of pleasure beckoned my release.
I edged it until he lapped at me and inserted his fingers into my channel, it had been so long since anyone had penetrated me that deep and I came on contact, the moan strangling from my throat uncontrollably.
“That’s right.” A soft growl escaped him then he pulled out his fingers and pushed them into my mouth as he stood. I wrapped my lips tight around them and sucked my taste from them. “Take it out, Katherine. Show me that you want this.” He needed me to be the one to take this next step and I didn’t hesitate as I unzipped his pants and sprang his proud erection.
I met his eyes. “I do want this.” His broad tip was already weeping a pearly tear and I leaned forward, flicking my tongue to capture it letting his taste spread across my tongue and down my throat. His eyes flashed and I stroked his soft flesh and closed my mouth around him.
He growled out my name and then his hand stroked my cheek. “Look at me, Katherine.” I met his eyes on command and we gazed intently as I worked his length, gripping and stroking, tightening my lips at his base, and suckling until another bead of his nectar hit my tongue.
His hand reached down and rubbed my tight bud but then he pulled me to my feet and spun me around. His hands found the zipper of my dress and slid it down. “Step out of it.” He backed away and stared as I lost my dress and he dropped his pants to the floor and kicked them away. I wasn’t the only one who’d gone commando, and he undid his cuffs as I reached for my shoes.
“Leave them.” He worked the buttons on his shirt and slipped out of it, as I stood there naked in nothing but my heels.
“Would you like to go upstairs?” I’d dreamed of having him in my bed and remembered pleasuring myself at the thought that first night.
He ripped his tiny foil packet with his teeth and shook his head. “I can’t wait that long.” He sat on the couch and pulled me down into his lap, my ass landing just beside his sheathed erection. He cupped my ass and lifted me up, his bulbous head so close to my entrance, and then I inched my way down, surprised by the thick flesh spreading me to my limits and filling me up. I took it slow and settled around him before I began working my hips, riding him slow and steady, my breasts bouncing as he cupped and caressed them. My need grew more intense as he captured my nipple with his mouth, then grazed his teeth across the tender flesh.
With his urging, I sped my pace and cried out and he bounced me on his cock, lifting my ass, gripping the flesh and grinding me. “You feel so fucking amazing on me, Katherine. I’ve wanted you so bad regardless of any rules.” He lifted me up and spun us around until my back found the couch. His cock never left me and he pounded steady, tilting upward to gain purchase, and I cried out as he worked my most sensitive spot and then I shuddered beneath him as another orgasm rolled forth.
“That’s it, my sweet girl, come for me. Soak it good.” He whispered in my ear and each word tickled my core as the release pulsed through me, like waves crashing against my shores, rolling and rippling. One atop the other.
“I’m going to come again.” I cried out hoping he wasn’t going to end this before I was ready and he chuckled as I gripped my heels against his ass.
“I’m not going anywhere. When I come, I want to be deep inside that beautiful body of yours.” His words pushed me over again and my walls shuddered as I milked his cock, gripping his sex with mine until his own release poured. His mouth crushed down on mine and I held onto him tight until we both stilled.
He sat up and pulled me across his lap and kissed me. “You’re amazing.”
“Likewise.”
“Round two upstairs?” His breath was warm against my shoulder and I caught a chill. The warmth of my bed was as inviting as the idea of him inside me. I stood and held out my hand to lead him up and we made love until we were both spent and I fell asleep in his arms.
I woke the same way the next morning, as he stroked my hair.
He kissed my shoulder and I rolled over, grinding myself against him. “I’ve got to go, Katherine. I can’t believe I let myself stay all night. I guess I’ll have to add that to my list of broken rules.”
“Guess I’m a bad influence.” I stroked his chest until he rolled away to the edge of the bed.
“It’s my own fault. I never let myself stay all night after a party.” And just like that the reality of our actions hit me. He was a sex addict and I was his latest fix. Despite the nature of our relationship, this wasn’t going to be a long love affair. For a moment, I’d fooled myself when I should have known better. To him I was nothing more than a guest from his party; his usual Friday night, routine hookup. And without much more ado, he gathered his clothes and left.
Chapter 15: Grant
The weekend was over before it started it seemed and I couldn’t get Katherine out of my mind. Despite the urgings from my scheduled hookups I hadn’t been with anyone else and though Mila pushed, I hadn’t gone to the golf course on Sunday. Katherine Collins was under my skin and I felt like an ass for bailing on her the way I did.
Truth was, it scared me a bit, being in her bed and realizing I didn’t want to leave. I’d always left, no matter how good the sex, no matter how tired, I’d never spent the entire night with another woman. I didn’t want to make it about emotions. It was sex and nothing more. But Katherine made me want to hold her, want to feel her beside me through the night and wake up to her every day. She made me miss having that. She reminded me that I’d had it for so long, but no longer.
I sat in my room looking out the window toward her house. Half the day had gone and I’d only just decided to get dressed. What’s wrong with me? The phone rang on the bedside table and I leaned over to see my daughter’s smiling picture on the screen.
I hadn’t really spoken to her much other than texts and each time I heard her tone it was as if guilt were tapping me on the shoulder to remind me it was still there. I took a deep breath and picked up the phone and swiped on our connection. “Good to hear your voice.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve been so busy and haven’t had a moment of privacy to talk. I wanted to call and let you know I’ll be a bit late tonight. I thought you could ask Katie to come keep you company.” The fact that she wanted me to hang out with Katie was enough to kick me in the balls, but I liked having an excuse to see her. I’d made things awkward, and now I needed to fix them.
“I’ll go over and see if she’s busy. What’s keeping you? I don’t recall there being anything work-related that should demand so much of your time. This isn’t about the failed relationship, is it?”
“No, Daddy. You’re going to have to face it that your baby girl is a woman and has a life of her own. Just because I’m busy doesn’t mean I’m in trouble.” I had a feeling that she was trying to deter me, but I had too many issues of my own to try and argue with her.
“Fine. I’ll try to remember that.” We ended our call and I decided that it was too pretty of a day not to be outside and I may as well walk over and see what Katie had going for the evening. Perhaps it would be a good time to talk and make things right.
I went out to my veranda
and decided I’d go to the back door. I knocked and waited a bit until finally she appeared through the window and hurried to the door.
“Can I help you?” She kept her voice low and glanced back over her shoulder. I glanced inside and saw a man walk across her living room.
Her choice of words angered me. “Can you help me? What am I, a delivery boy? Who the hell is that?” I stared down at her as she pegged me with a hard glare.
She pushed me back and I hadn’t even realized I’d tried to go inside, or that my feet were firmly planted in her kitchen. I stepped out and she followed pulling the door shut behind her as she held a finger to her lips. “Shush! That’s a client!”
“Really? What’s he doing in your living room or has he graduated to the other couch too?” It was a shitty thing to say, but I couldn’t help it. Her mouth popped open and she stepped back until she was against the door.
“How dare you. I’m working from my office, but my client decided to take a bathroom break while I came out here to see what’s crawled up your ass.”
Fuck. It made sense and I was being irrational. “I’m sorry. I came to ask if you’d like to come to dinner.”
“I think you should have dinner with Halle alone.” She turned to go inside, but I put my hand on the door to keep her from opening it. “Are you mental?” She searched my eyes, but I closed the distance and kissed her.
Her lips were still beneath mine and I backed away feeling defeated. “I want to talk, Katherine. Tonight?”
Her expression softened around the eyes and she looked away. “I’ll be there. You’re right, we need to talk about things; get things straight so there are no hard feelings.”
“No hard feelings? You talk like you’re done with me.”
Her head snapped up and she glared at me as if to challenge me. “Was I more than a fix?” Her chin lifted and she squared her shoulders. “Was I?”
“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind and I haven’t wanted anyone else. It’s new to me.” I didn’t know how to be more honest without declaring myself in love, which wouldn’t be fair or honest.
She glanced back to see the man standing in her kitchen as if he were lost. “Wait here. His session is over. I’ll see him out and take a break until the next arrival.”
I turned to look the other way as she went inside and I could hear her explaining how I was the neighbor. Their voices faded as she walked him to the office and minutes later she finally came back to let me in.
“You made me feel like just another fuck.” Her words surprised me as she turned and walked back into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“That’s the last thing I wanted to do, Katherine. I didn’t know what to do with my feelings and I bailed. I’m sorry.” I walked to her island and rested against it.
“Are you hungry? I’m having lunch.” She came away from the fridge with an armful of vegetables and piled them onto the counter between us.
I reached for her hand but she was too fast. “No. Just for you.” The words made her laugh. “I’m not being funny, Katherine, I want you.”
“What do you want me for? You have a whole slew of woman who won’t require you to have feelings for them.”
“Maybe I’m tired of not feeling. I’ve been numb for so long, and you’re finally making me feel things. I’ve realized what I’ve been missing.”
“Monogamy? Because I don’t think I’d want this any other way. Your party was interesting from a clinical stand-point, and I could sit and diagnose your friends all day, but I want to know the man I’m with is with me alone and craves me alone.”
“I can control myself.”
“Prove it.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since you. You’re all I’ve thought about. I can be faithful if that’s what you want.”
“I want you to want it too, but I think it’s all too fast. Maybe even for both of us. And then there’s Halle. Not to mention your hang-ups about younger women.”
“You’re not like most younger women, Katherine.”
“Calling me Katherine instead of Katie might convince you of that, but I think you’re trying too hard.” She took out a knife for her vegetables and I felt like walking into it.
“The fact that you see that is further proving my case.”
“So say my name.” She glared at me with that raised chin and her green eyes narrowed.
I started around the counter and her eyes followed me. “Katie Collins. Halle’s best-friend. Twenty-something and the most incredible woman I’ve met in years.” I stepped up behind her and pressed against her, resting my head against hers as I kissed her neck. “Katie Collins, who I want under me, on me, to taste and touch. Katie.”
She dropped the knife and turned around, throwing her arms up over my shoulders. “See me. Not the sex.”
“I can do that too.” I lifted my shoulder to let her know it was an easy challenge, but she lifted her gaze to the ceiling and back as she giggled.
“I’m giving you a pop quiz.” She left her salad fixings and led us upstairs. My cock was already hard and ready by the time we made it to her room.
She stopped next to her bed and lay back. As I went to join her, she shook her head. “No, look at me. See me and find the most intimate part of me.”
“Your entire body is intimate.” She shook her head and gave me a challenging grin. “Can I use my mouth?” That brought out a giggle and then she shook her head and nodded toward my erection.
“You can’t use that either.”
“I’m not sure I like this game, but challenge accepted.” I placed my palm on her forehead and gazed deep into her eyes. “Everything I need to reach the rest of you is right in there. And what you don’t realize is, this is my favorite part of you, Katie.”
“You get an A, Mr. Roberts. You’re already making great strides in your recovery.” She closed her hand around my arm and pulled me down where she met my lips.
I deepened the kiss, but pulled away to catch my breath. “I guess I better not get you too wound up before your next client shows.”
She giggled, her mouth turned up in a sly smile. “I’m already wound up, so I guess it’s a good thing I have another two and a half hours before the next one shows.” After a moment, her eyes searched mine with as if they burned with desire.
“Then I should go before I fail the test.” I hung my head, fighting the urge to smile, but she planted a firm hand on my chest.
“The test is over. But maybe we should go for extra credit?” She ground her hips up against my hard length and kissed me deep.
Chapter 16: Katie
As my lips crushed against his, I knew there wasn’t any way I was going to let him leave without having another taste of him. He’d passed my test and now I wanted to give him a nice reward. I wasn’t sure it was good for his therapy, and maybe as his therapist I should reconsider, but I had my own selfish motives aching deep at my core, burning with a craving so desperate that it wouldn’t be ignored.
“Are you sure you have time for this? I know you’re working.” Grant’s hands betrayed his concern and soon my blouse went over my head and then he tossed it to the floor. He rose up on his knees, straddling me and I tugged the waist of his pants to let him know I wanted them gone. His shirt went next, and I didn’t miss a moment of his strong arms peeling it up and away from his tight abs and broad, muscular shoulders.
“Yes. I think I can fit you in Mr. Roberts.” I leaned forward and licked his bottom lip and he captured my mouth as his hands closed on my wrists to pull me forward. I sat up and worked the buttons on his pants and tugged his zipper down.
“You keep calling me Mr. Roberts and you’re going to give me a complex.” His voice vibrated against my collarbone and then he nuzzled against my ear spreading chills tingling throughout my body as I tugged his pants down around his ass.
“Well, it is your name. Don’t tell me that you still have hang ups about my age.” I gripped his erection close to the base. It was war
m and heavy in my palm and I stroked him to the tip and then pulled him into my mouth. His breath hitched and then his fingers worked through my hair, pulling it free from the clips which made a clanking noise as they hit the floor.
“I’ve no issues with your age, Katie. And you can call me anything you want. Be creative.”
A soft smile played around my lips as I tried not to giggle. I’d test his theories and see if it really made no matter, but first, I wanted to keep my mouth working him. I gazed up into his eyes and sucked hard, gripping his base to milk a tiny taste of salt which hit my tongue, coating the spot. As I pulled away and caught my breath he stepped back off the bed and then took hold of it. His gaze slid across my body and I worked my way to the edge of the bed hoping to resume, but he dropped to his knees and before I could get situated he’d already ducked down between my thighs.
