9. Cat

Chapter 9

Cat

H e’s big and powerful, and just standing next to him causes a pull low in my belly. He looks at me like I’m the only woman in his world, like I’m precious to him, like I mean something. Just the feeling it ignites inside me makes me want to cry. I’ve never felt like this before. The only man in my past used me for one thing only; there were no sweet touches, no sweet words. He took what he wanted when he wanted it. But as Saint suckles at my breast, clenching my hips in his big hands, I know he’s different.

He pulls away from me long enough to grab the shirt he just pulled off. He lays it behind me and pushes me backwards down onto it. His big, meaty hands caress down my body and like his touch is a magnet, I jerk and pull at every touch he gives me. I’ve never been so free before. Lying before him, naked, with every curve and imperfection on display. But he doesn’t seem to notice. He must like what he sees because his cock is hard, almost like it’s pointing right at me.

He pushes on my knees, nudging them farther apart. I know I’m wet. I have been since I saw him walk into the bar. “Fuck,” he whispers gravely.

I lift my head to look at him and his eyes, instead of their normal light blue, are dark and filled with yearning. When his eyes meet mine, he groans my name. “Cat.”

I slide my hand down my body, through the short hair of my mound and then I pull my folds apart. I want him to see me. I want him to know exactly how much I want this. I stroke my fingers through my slick, swollen pussy, coating my fingers with my creaminess.

He stops me then, pulling my hand from between my legs. He takes it in the two of his and brings it to his mouth. His mouth opens, sucking in my finger, and he groans at the taste. “Honey. Sweet as honey.”

My core coils, need building inside me so much that it’s almost painful. “Please, Saint?”

I know I’m begging, but I need him, I need him now.

He bends down, staring between my legs intensely. His fingers feather across my mound and I fight the inclination to close my legs, because already it’s too intense. When he touches his thumb across my clit, my hips jerk. “Yes,” I say to him, begging.

He bends down, latching onto me, sucking my clit into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. The pleasure is intense, almost too much to bear, but I don’t get time to focus on it because while his mouth is on my bundle of nerves, his finger is entering me slowly, stretching me, getting me ready for the monster that I saw between his legs.

A moan escapes me and I push against him, wanting more, wanting him deeper.

He lifts his face to look at me, but his hand is still working magic at my opening. “I know you want to come, Cat. But I’m selfish, I don’t want you to come until I’m buried inside you and I can feel your sweet little cunt bearing down on me, milking me.”

I grab on to him, but my hands don’t even fit around his arms, which are built like tree trunks. He’s so much bigger than me, he could break me in an instant, I know, but I’m not scared. Not of him. I do my best to pull him up to me. “Please, Saint. Please.”

He stands up to his full height and grabs on to my hips. It’s like he’s coming out of a fog, looking around the room and then back to me. Regret fills his face and I want to close my legs to him, but he stops me, bending down to me, his face right above mine. “You deserve more, baby, more than sex in the back of a bar.”

He kisses me again, soft at first until hunger fills me and I moan, and then he deepens it. I can feel his cock between my legs, grazing me. I move my hips as much as I can with him on top of me, but I want him inside me.

I jerk from his kiss, panting for breath. “I need you. Here, right now, please,” I beg of him. “If there’s a next time—"

He interrupts me, kissing me briefly and pulling away. “There will definitely be a next time.”

He looks me straight in the face, making sure that I understand what he’s saying. I nod my head, but I know that a man would say anything at a time like this.

I wrap my legs around his narrow hips as he reaches down, positioning himself at my opening.

He slowly enters me, and my whole body freezes underneath him. His hand slides between my legs, and he strums his fingers over my clit. “Open up, baby. Let me in. You can bear down once I’m in there, but you gotta let me in.”

I try to relax and he slides a little farther in. He keeps talking to me in a calm voice, urging me on. But even though he’s being soft with me, I can see the tight way he’s holding him arms and the sweat on his brow. He’s holding back, but barely.

I lift my knees up, opening to him, and he slides in, not stopping until he’s right up against my womb. His balls are tightening and I feel it against my ass. The steady strum of his fingers on my clit are pushing me further and further to the edge. He’s moving in and out of me slowly, until I urge him for more.

My body is drawn up tight and when his thrusts get erratic, he’s moving his hand, applying the perfect amount of pressure, I feel the wave of heat roll over me. My orgasm hits me and it hits me hard. I’m screaming his name, pressing into him as he pistons in and out of me.

His hand on my hip is pulling me against him. It’s rough and I know I’ll have a bruise, but I don’t care. I can feel him everywhere and it’s too much for me to process. He’s groaning over top of me as my pussy clamps down on him, milking him. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Give it to me. I want it all.”

He slows down, still pumping his hot seed inside of me. There’ so much going through my head right now, but I push it aside, wanting to live only in this minute, wanting it to last.

He stills over top of me, trying to catch his breath. He’s smiling at me and I can feel his cock twitching inside of me. “You okay?”

I smile at him. I’ve never had someone so concerned with what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling. “Yeah, I’m perfect.”

He leans his head down, kissing right where my heart beats. “Fuck yeah, you are.”

I blush. That’s not what I meant, but hearing him say it almost makes me believe it.

I want to savor this moment, not let it go. But that’s not an option. There’s a pounding on the door, and Killian, the son of the club’s president, yelling “Hey! You comin’ out of there?” has us breaking apart.

Saint hollers as he starts handing me my clothes, “Come through that door and I’ll pluck your eyeballs out one by one.”

I get off the counter and start getting dressed. I smirk at him as he pulls his clothes on quickly. I should probably be embarrassed. If the club doesn’t already know I slept with Saint, they will by tonight. “You act like no one’s ever seen you naked before.”

He stops once he has his jeans on and comes over to me and helps me pull my shirt down over my body. “It’s not me I’m worried about. No one sees you like this, Cat. No one but me.”

He says it so seriously, it wipes the smirk off my face. I nod at him right before he kisses me.