6. Kate

Chapter 6

Kate

H e looks like he may argue with me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lifts me off his lap, and I panic for a minute. Is he pushing me out the door? That’s the exact opposite of what I want. I mean, I just told him I wanted a one-night stand. Isn’t that what most men would dream of hearing?

I start to turn, but he stops me. “Take your clothes off for me.”

I cross my arms on my chest. “You sure are bossy.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s the army in me.”

“You were in the army? I should have guessed that.” He does have that air about him. He’s disciplined and in control.

“Yes, now take your clothes off.”

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I reach for the light switch, but he stands up to stop me. “No, lights on. Like you said, if it’s one night, I want it all. I want to touch and taste every crevice of your body and I need the lights to do that.”

I shiver at his words. I already know what he can do with that tongue and the thought of it on me has me literally shaking as I stand here and take in his words. I could walk out of here. That’s what I should do, and a part of me wants to. I know I look different than the women he is usually with. I saw the woman at the bar earlier rubbing his arm and practically begging for him. But I don’t move. The fire in his eyes is like a dare to me and the way my body trembles and aches with just him looking at me reminds me that I’m not going anywhere. I want this. I need this.

My skirt is still bunched around my hips, and I unzip it, kicking off my shoes and then sliding the material down my legs. I don’t look at him, because if he’s disappointed I don’t want to see it. I look at a nail on the wall and focus on it. I finish undressing, pulling my shirt over my head and then letting my hands fall to my sides, thankful that I put on the prettiest bra and panties I have.

He’s so quiet and doesn’t say a word. He moves, taking a step toward me, and my body jerks a little like he’s an electric force pulling me in. But still I don’t look at him. I can’t.

His hands come out, and his finger touches one of my hard nipples. I bite my lip, but I still don’t look at him.

His other hand slides down my shoulder and arm, and then he grabs on to my hand. He pulls me toward him and places my hand over the huge bulge in the front of his pants. As soon as I touch him, he groans, and my eyes snap to his.

He smiles, but almost painfully. “That got your attention. Why won’t you look at me? Wishing I was someone else?”

I search his eyes and see the muscles in his cheek flex. Is he for real?

I shake my head and then ask him the same. “No. You wishing I was someone else?”

He then shakes his head. “No. I haven’t thought of another woman since you walked into the Ride or Die. You’re the one I want.”

Instinctively, I move closer to him and grip his hard package more firmly in my hand. “I’ll give you that. You’re a smooth talker.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to talk anymore. I want to taste you.”

“And I want to see you now,” I tell him, releasing him and tugging at his shirt. He doesn’t stop me. I pull it up and he holds his arms up to let me pull it over his head. His chest is hard and the muscles ripple as he moves to help me get the shirt off. I barely drop the shirt to the floor and my hands are on his body, exploring him. He lets me, but not as much as I want.

He stops my hands and holds them against his chest. “It’s been a while, and if you want me to last any time at all, you’re going to have to quit touching me.”

I roll my eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me. I’m here already.”

He reaches behind me and undoes my bra. “I won’t lie to you. Even to get what I want.”

He pulls the straps off my shoulders and down my arms before tossing it to the chair on the other side of the room. I want to cover myself, or at least cup my breasts and lift them up. I don’t have the same breasts I did in my twenties. Gravity has hit and I’m not too comfortable standing here in front of his perfect specimen of a body with my what could be considered droopy boobs.

As soon as I start to raise my hands, he stops me, grabbing on to each one. “Is this how we’re going to do this? You going to try and hide each part of your body I uncover?”

I could lie to him, but I don’t. “Probably,” I tell him honestly.

He releases one of my hands and cups my breast, flicking his thumb across the hard peak. “No more hiding, Kate, 'cause I want to see it all.”

He’s being honest. I can tell by the way his eyes have darkened that he wants me. Regardless what I think I look like, he’s looking at me like a cake that he can’t wait to devour.

I let my body soften at his words and finally nod my head, giving in to him.

He pulls his pants and underwear down in one swoop and I look down at his length as it springs between us. He’s large and throbbing for me. But before I can reach for him, he has his fingers in the side of my panties and he’s sliding them down my hips. I step out of them and he lays me back on the bed.

He stares down at me for the longest time. He’s stroking his cock and pre cum leaks out of the tip and falls down to my belly like a hot spark. I reach down and find it, rubbing it into my skin. He smiles then, a big smile that takes up his face. My whole body is vibrating, wondering where he’s going to touch me first. When he bends over and touches his lips to mine, I lift my legs around his waist and hold on to him. His tongue plunges into my mouth, and he mimics the movement with his hips. He slides down my body, kissing along the way, doing exactly what he said he was going to do, tasting every inch of me until he has his head planted between my legs and he’s breathing me in.

My legs squeeze around his neck, all my insecurities rearing their ugly head again. That is, until he touches me. When his tongue strokes along my hot, swollen slit, my legs fall apart and I lose all sense of reality. He tunnels his tongue in and out of me, tasting me, devouring me, savoring me by the sounds of it. His hand comes up between us, and when he’s circling my bundle of nerves with his finger, I about come off the bed at the sensation.

He’s bringing every want, every need I’ve ever had to the surface, and he’s satisfying me in a way that has never happened before. I don’t have to tell him to the left or the right, it’s like he knows exactly where and how I need to be touched. When I feel it, my legs raise up, my feet curl, and there’s a tug in my lower belly. Already, I’m about to come. I try to back away because I know if already he’s eliciting all these feelings in me, I’m not ready for what else he can do. I try to back away, but his arm comes down on my hips, and he raises his head. His chin is dripping with my juices and his eyes are glazed over. “Honey, if you want me to stop, tell me. But I’m begging you to let me finish. Fuck, you taste so good.” And when he licks his lips, it does it. My body reacts and I barely scream out, “yes” before he’s diving between my legs, and I’m coming on his face.

Bulldog

Her body spasms around me, and I’m climbing up between her legs, ready to drive my cock deep inside her. I reach for the condom on the side table, thankful that I stopped and bought them on my way home tonight. Fuck, I’d take her without one, but I know she wouldn’t want that, not yet. But soon.

I slide the rubber over myself and position myself back between her legs. She’s looking at me like she’s high, and my chest bows a little knowing that I did that to her. I bring my hand to the side of her face, cupping her jaw. “You with me?”

She smiles and nods her head.

“I can’t wait any longer, Kate. I have to get inside you.”

Her smile deepens, and she opens her legs to me in assurance.

I line myself up and pause before I sink into her. I’m already filling the rubber with precum and I want to be inside her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. But I’m holding myself back for pure self-preservation. Every wall that I put up is about to be taken down. Whether she realizes it or not, she’s about to destroy any resolve I have of keeping my distance. Once I’m inside her, there won’t be any coming back from that. I know it. Deep in my chest, I feel it.

So I take a deep breath, hold on to her hips, and plunge deep inside her as her pussy grips on to me and in a sense, makes me hers.

Once I’m seated, her eyes snap open, and she’s fully alert now. She’s looking up at me and I can tell by the look on her face she feels it too. This isn’t two people having fun for the night. This isn’t a one-night stand. This is more, way more than either one of us can fully comprehend right now. So I move. I pull almost all the way out and then plunge into her again.

Her hands come up, touching my shoulders, my arms, across my back, until finally, I grab on to them and hold them over her head on the mattress. She lies there, lifting her hips up to meet me at every thrust, and I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and right now, I’m making her mine. There will never be another man in her life, and there will never be another woman in mine. This is it.

My face is tense and my whole body is pulled tight. She tilts her head to the side. “Come, Bull. I want to feel you throb inside me,” she says.

And then I do. I come, pounding into her until I’m fully spent, and I fall down on top of her.

We lie there, breathless for so long I wonder if my heart is ever going to return to its normal pattern. I pull the condom off, tying the end and dropping it in the waste basket next to the bed. I then pull her to me and hold her there. She’s the first to speak. “So I guess I should go.”

And now, my heart doesn’t just slow down. It damn well stops. I already have my arms and legs around her, but I pull her closer into my embrace. “No, you’re staying.”

She lifts her head from my shoulder and looks up at me. “I’m staying, huh?” And I can tell she’s fighting with herself to be indignant that I’m telling her what to do and then also wanting to listen to what I say.

“Oh, yeah, you’re staying. I’m not done with you,” I tell her and refrain from telling her I never will be.

She does look indignant then. “Done with me?” She smiles and grinds her pussy into my leg that is between hers. “What else do you have planned?”

I pull her on top of me until she’s straddling my hips. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”

I can tell she’s surprised when she feels my cock, already hard again, pressing against her ass, but I pull her down to me, wanting her lips on mine before I take her again… and then again.