Chapter 120
KATE
We stayed embraced for long seconds without saying a single word. Maybe the drinks had made me too sentimental, but his words seemed so sincere, and hearing him say that he would disappear if I said no, terrify me.
"I'll ignore all the criticism," I said, looking into his eyes and smiling.
"You always do that, don't you?"
He was right about me always being so confused. But the culprit was himself, who always made me feel lost.
I stood up and straddled him, who was sitting on the couch.
"Do you want to discuss this now?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the heat building up down there.
"Don't you want to?" He furrowed his brows and placed his hands on either side of my hips.
"I think it's still my birthday, and I can only think of one thing..." I found the zipper of his pants with trembling fingers. My desire was growing too fast.
"Should we do it here?"
"I can't believe you're denying this..."
He smiled, and as always, that smile turned into a dark and hungry expression. I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to scratch and bite the skin beneath his shirt as I rode with force.
"You're impatient. I don't want to rush, I want to savor every part of you, but you're practically trembling with desire."
"You have no idea..." I guided his hand to my completely soaked underwear.
"God..." He pressed his fingers against me. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back, contracting all the muscles inside me. I urgently needed him.
"Do you want me to beg?" My voice came out in a desperate whisper, and I lowered my head to face him. His eyes met mine.
"We should be discussing how it's going to be... but you've already driven me crazy. What do I do with you?"
"Fuck." I whispered, and he inhaled, biting his lip and giving a smile at the same time. His hands tightened around my hips. I leaned in to kiss him, but the sound of the door opening made me stop.
Mary widened her eyes when she saw us, Ben was right behind her.
"Wow, I think we're interrupting," she said, visibly drunk.
"I think so," Ben agreed.
I got up, and Nathan did the same. It was just a little embarrassing, after all, we were still dressed.
"We were just leaving," Nathan said, not at all embarrassed. Actually, nothing seemed to embarrass him. Could he really have so much self-control?
"Yeah... we were," I said, feeling awkward.
"I noticed," Mary laughed.
"Oh, your keys. Thanks." Nathan took her keys out of his pocket and approached, to hand them over.
"I'm glad I could help, and even happier to have arrived before you two ruined my couch."
I widened my eyes at her and cleared my throat.
"Come on, Kate. Goodbye and take care of her, Ben." Nathan patted Bennet's shoulder.
"You can count on it."
They exchanged smiles.
"Who's going to take care of whom here?" Mary arched one of her well-drawn eyebrows at the two of them.
"It's definitely you," I said, passing by them and stopping before opening the door. "Thanks for everything, for the night. You're a great friend."
*Except for interrupting my fuck.*
"Bye, Bennett, and good luck." I left, and Nathan followed me. "He's screwed." I laughed as we walked towards the elevator.
"And you?"
"Me?" I pressed the button to call the elevator.
"Are you okay?"
I took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully.
"No, not at all."
"Do you want me to do something about it?"
"What can you do here?" I looked around. He did the same and smiled.
"Do you trust me?"
What was he planning?
"I'm not sure if I should. But... yes."
"Great."
He took my hand and started walking towards the other hallway, where there was a sign indicating a staircase at the end.
"Nathan?"
I continued to be pulled by him until we found the door and went down the stairs. The stairs were poorly lit, but it was still insane. Someone could appear at any moment, and there were definitely cameras around.
He pressed me against the wall between two flights of stairs, and I heard the sound of his zipper being opened.
"What are you doing?"
"Be quiet," he said, his hands descending to my underwear and lifting my dress.
"Ryan, are you crazy?"
Damn. That made me even more excited, knowing that someone could catch us.
He covered my mouth with one of his hands, and it didn't take long for him to enter me with no gentleness, but I was so wet that the sensation was divine.
"God..." I closed my eyes and let myself be taken by the wave of pleasure that spread through my body.
I was almost begging for him to touch me with his fingers. But I did it myself, feeling my wetness dripping between my legs.
He started moaning, the noises making me feel even more horny. I wished to suck him or simply ride him with all my desire until he went crazy and came until I was the only one for him forever. He squeezed my breasts with both hands under the fabric of the dress. His thrusts increased in rhythm as he pressed against my clit. I was unraveling, God! It was too much for me...
My heart was racing, pounding in my ears, along with his stifled moans. That was all I could hear; everything else was distant. My skin felt like it was burning, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. When I opened my eyes, he was holding my body.
"We have a new record," he whispered.
"Oh my God..." I gasped.
He had already pulled up his pants and fixed my clothes. But he hadn't come yet, and it couldn't end like that. I turned around, facing him.
"Don't you want to continue?" He had a neutral expression, but I knew he wasn't okay.
"Not here. Let's go home."
"Your place?"
"Yes."
"Okay. But I need to stop by my place first."
He nodded.
"Let's go."
We walked until we found an elevator and reached the parking lot.
He had never used this car before, I thought, approaching the sports car. Sometimes I forgot that he must be one of the richest guys in the country. He could have whatever he wanted, anything money could buy. But I only wanted his body, his mind, and his heart.
"Are you okay?" I asked as I fastened my seatbelt.
"Yes."
"Don't lie, I want to finish what we started."
Giving up on the seatbelt, I awkwardly tied my hair.
"I won't be able to drive like this," he said.
I was already opening his pants and releasing his cock. He pressed it between my fingers, moving up and down slowly. I squeezed it between my fingers, moving up and down slowly.
He let his head fall back on the seat, inhaling. I kissed his neck and felt him gradually relax as I continued to move my fingers calmly, giving him all the attention in the world.
First, I used my hands, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, squeezing. Alternating as I followed every reaction. He was so hot. Did all women have this luck?
"Do you like it like this?" I asked.
He looked at me, dazed. I bit my lip, smiling. Running a hand through his hair, he let his head fall back again, taking a deep breath.
"Keep going, babe."
I was squeezing slowly, watching him pulse in my hands. I simply loved to see every reaction of him crumbling in my hands or my mouth. I loved his taste, his moans, and especially when he came.
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