Chapter 69
KATE
I force my mind to concentrate on John during the trip to his house, and his scent fills my air. His perfume, arousing my libido even more. I imagine what it would be like to have sex with someone new, and it makes me nervous and anxious.
When we park in the garage, he gets out of the car, but this time I don't wait for him to open my door.
"Let's go." He reaches out his hand to me and leads me to the elevator.
When the doors close, it becomes almost impossible to stay away from him for more than a second. My instinct practically makes me jump on his neck. He reacts by lifting me, putting my legs around his hips, and pressing me hard against the cold metal panel of the elevator. The arousal becomes almost palpable in the small space. I rip off his shirt, outlining every muscle on his back with my hands, scratching with my nails. I feel a shiver run down my back as he kisses my neck and shoulder. My jeans make it difficult for John's work, but when he reaches his goal, my legs tremble at his touch. Then I realize that the elevator doors are already open and I step away from him, taking off my clothes.
I turn to him again, and he approaches, his dark eyes glued to me. He pulls me towards him and lifts me, digging his fingers into my butt. I stare into his hungry blue eyes. He carries me through some doors and a corridor until we reach a bedroom, where there is an immense bed, and he positions himself over me. His hands slide down my belly, then up to my back, where he opens my bra. Then I push him aside and get on top. I see a smile on his lips and I return it.
You didn't expect that, did you? I lean in to kiss him. Oh, John, I had a great teacher, and I'm just getting started. After biting, sucking, and licking his lips indecently and deliciously, I explore his chin and neck, lightly scraping my teeth, feeling his beard gives me goosebumps as it brushes against my neck. I slide my hand down to the zipper of his jeans, then underneath his underwear. I admit, I was curious, and the surprise is more than good. He's totally hard. So thick. A little hasty to feel him fill me up, I pull his pants and underwear down together with his legs. I mount him, adjusting his cock at my entrance, and slide down slowly, before starting to ride him slowly. I close my eyes, feeling every drop of pleasure, he holds my hips and I hear his heavy breathing.
"Kate." He groans. For a second, the image of Nathan moaning my name comes to my mind. Why? I increase the pace, squeezing my eyes shut. Not Ryan. Not now. I feel everything, anger, hatred, and the urge to cry, all in just one second. I lean in to kiss him. A long kiss. Trying to focus only on John.
"Kate..." He moans again, and I hear Nathan's voice again. It's his voice calling me. I open my eyes and stare at John, putting my thumb on his lips. I stop my movements, and he takes control. A second later, he's already moving between my legs. I cling to his body, burying my head in his neck, I inhale his scent, trying to focus only on the pleasure, kissing every piece of skin I find."
I feel movements beside me and open my eyes. What time is it? I should be home. I have work tomorrow. I stare at John's serene expression as he sleeps. My body is practically on top of his. How do I get up without waking him? I try to make the most delicate movements possible. Second step: look for my clothes, which should be in the hallway.
"I'm going to get dressed," I say, replacing the dash with quotation marks. "Going home." I leave. After finding my clothes, I return to the room. I'm thankful it's dark. He's sitting on one side of the bed. I hold my clothes in front of my body. I've just discovered that it's still completely strange to be naked in front of someone who isn't Ryan. I pick up my underwear near the bed.
"Leaving without waking me up?" he asks.
"I really didn't want to wake you up."
"Can't you go in the morning?"
"I work, Mr. Kent."
"I noticed that you don't usually use Mr. as a formality, but rather with sarcasm." We laugh.
"Do I?"
"I'll take you." He gets up.
"What?" I regret looking up, he's completely naked. The man is a mountain of muscles, so fit that it almost makes me feel insecure about my body.
"Home."
"It's not necessary."
"It's two in the morning. It's very necessary, and I want to."
"Okay." Why is he so perfect?
Shyness hits me like a punch when he approaches. Don't blush, you idiot. John was just another man to add to the list of men who made me feel small.
"You can't go like that." He's too close.
"Without clothes?" I look at myself. He opens a mischievous smile.
"Without saying goodbye."
"You just said you're going to take me..." He interrupts me, taking my clothes from my hands and throwing them on the bed before grabbing my hips.
"I'm not talking about that." I gulp. I think I understand. I open my mouth to say something, but he pulls me closer to the bed, making me feel his erection against my stomach. "Here." He helps me sit in the designated spot and offers me one of his hands, which I hold. Then he throws me onto the bed face down, surprising me, and pulls my hips back, leaving only my chest and stomach on the bed. His hands reach my hair and he pulls. That makes me smile. Finally, you understood me, Mr. Kent. This is the kind of game I like.
He slowly slides his hand over my sex, inserting one finger and then another, making me moan. I want more, but he stops and delivers a hard slap to my butt before thrusting his cock inside me all at once and starting to move. He presses my head against the bed, pulling my hair. Who's surprising whom now, Kate? He was fucking me in a way that made it impossible for me to think. This was what I needed. His weight seemed to increase every second on top of me. My legs starting to wobble as his fingers toyed with my clit. I surrender long before the climax comes. Completely given in. At his mercy.
Almost imperceptible spasms are increasing with every passing second. I close my eyes and hear only our breaths, moans, and the sound of his thrusts against me. Each thrust sending vibrations through my body. I feel him lean even further over me, his muscles sliding easily against my back due to the sweat. I felt like I was about to pass out any second. He wraps one arm around my waist, and his pace slows. That makes me want to protest. So close... Don't stop. When I finally come, he comes with me, groaning.
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