Kate’s scent in particular has me salivating like a famished frigging animal. I rub again, kissing her plump outer lips. Mother of God.
Her hands clench the blanket.
“God, you smell so good, I want to eat you all night.”
And I just actually might.
I lick up her wet slit, and she arches off the bed with a moan. I push her hips down with my hands, holding her immobile as I do it again, and she cries out louder.
“That’s it, Kate-let me hear you.”
I’m well aware that this-that I-am the first man to ever do this to her. And yes, as a guy, that fact makes it even better.
You know who Neil Armstrong is, don’t you?
Now tell me who the second guy was. Hell, tell me any other guy you know who made it to the moon after him. You can’t, can you? That’s why this is such a rush.
She’ll never forget this.
She’ll always remember…me.
Maybe that’s chauvinistic and egotistical, but it’s the truth.
Up and down, over and over, I lick her from end to end. Her cream is sweet and thick. Goddamn delicious. I push her thighs apart, spreading her wider, and push in and out of her-fucking her with my tongue. Her head rolls side to side as high-pitched moans echo from her throat. She’s incoherent, and her toes dig into my shoulders, but I don’t let up. No freaking way. In one motion, I suck Kate’s firm little clit into my mouth and slip two fingers inside her.
Then I’m the one moaning. Her hot juice coats my fingers, almost burning. I can’t stop my hips from rotating and rubbing against the bed. Fuck. Still pumping in and out with my hand, I flatten my tongue and rub steady, hard circles on her clit.
“Drew! Drew!”
Hearing Kate scream charges me up even more. I move my fingers faster, in time with my tongue, and look up…needing to see her lose it. I’m going to come just watching her. The look on her face is full-blown ecstasy, and I don’t know which one of us is getting off more.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God…God!”
Then she’s rigid-stiff as a fucking board. Her hands pull my hair, her thighs tighten around my head, and I know she’s there.
After several moments she loosens her hold, and I slow my tongue to leisurely paced licks. When Kate relaxes her limbs even more, I sit up, wipe my face with my hand, and slide on a fresh condom.
Oh yeah-I’m just getting started.
I lean over her, and she pulls me down and kisses me hard. She pants against my lips, “So…incredible.”
Smug, conceited satisfaction pumps through my veins, but I can’t even smile. I need to fuck her too goddamn much. I slide in easily. She’s slick but tight-like a wet fist. I feel her clench around me as I pull out slow and glide back in.
I start to thrust faster. Harsher. My arms are straight on either side of her head so I can watch the pleasure that flickers across her face. Her tits bounce every time I surge forward, and I almost lower down to suck on one.
But then she opens her eyes and looks up at me. And I can’t look away. I feel like a king-like a fucking immortal. And any self-control I had just vanished. I push into her, fast and merciless. Pure heated pleasure swells in my stomach and down my thighs.
Sweet Jesus.
Our bodies slap together over and over, hard and quick. I hook one arm under her knee and raise her leg up over my shoulder. She feels even tighter, and I can’t help but moan, “Kate…”
“Yes, like that. God, yes! Drew…” And then she goes stiff under me again, her eyes closing as a strangled moan leaks from her lips.
That’s when I let go. I ram into her one last time before the most intense orgasm of my life rushes through me. I groan loud, flooding the condom inside her to the frigging brim. My arms collapse, and my full weight falls on her. She doesn’t seem to mind. The moment I’m down, she’s kissing me-my eyes, my cheeks, my mouth. I struggle to catch my breath, and then I’m kissing her back.
Un-fucking-believable.
Chapter 14
I READ AN ARTICLE ONCE that said having sex extends the human life span. At this rate, Kate and I are going to live forever. I’ve lost count of the number of times we’ve done it. It’s like a mosquito bite-the more you scratch, the more it itches.
I’m just glad I bought the extra-large box of condoms at Costco.
And in case you couldn’t tell from my reactions, I’ll just come out and say it: Kate Brooks is a fantastic lay. A spectacular piece of ass. If I wasn’t sure that Billy Warren was a complete dumbass fuckwit before-since I’d sampled what he threw away-now I’m completely certain of it.
She’s adventurous, unapologetically demanding, spontaneous, and confident. A lot like me. We’re a perfect fit, in more ways than one.
When we finally come up for air, the night sky outside my window is just turning gray. Kate is lying quietly, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing its contours and occasionally stroking the dusting of hair there.
I hope after everything I’ve told you that this doesn’t come as a shock, but I don’t “cuddle.” Typically, after a woman and I are done, there is no spooning, no snuggling, no frigging pillow talk. I might, on occasion, have a nap before I head out the door. But I can’t stand it when a girl braids herself around me like some mutant octopus. It’s annoying and uncomfortable.
With Kate, however, the old rules just don’t seem to apply. Our warm skin is meshed together, our bodies aligned, her ankle over my calf, my thigh under her bent knee. It feels…peaceful. Soothing in a way I can’t fully describe. I have absolutely no desire to move from this spot.
Unless it’s to roll over and nail her again.
She breaks the silence first. “When did you lose your virginity?”
I laugh. “Are we playing First and Ten again? Or are you wondering about my sexual history? Because if that’s it, I think you’re a little too late, Kate.”
She smiles. “No. It’s not like that. I just want to know you…more.”
I sigh as I think back. “Okay. My first time was…Janice Lewis. My fifteenth birthday. She invited me to her house to give me my present. It was her.”
I feel her smile against my chest. “Was she a virgin too?”
“No. She was just shy of eighteen-a senior.”
“Ah. The older woman. So she taught you everything you know?”
I smile and shrug. “I picked up a few tricks over the years.”
We fall quiet again for a few minutes, and then she asks, “Don’t you want to know about mine?”
Don’t even have to think about that one.
“Nope.”
Don’t want to spoil the mood, but we’ll pause here a second.
When it comes to a woman’s past, no guy wants to hear about it. I don’t care if you’ve fucked one guy or a hundred-keep it to yourself.
Let me put it this way: When you’re out at a restaurant and the waiter brings your meal, do you want him to tell you about every single person who touched that food before you put it in your mouth?
Exactly.
I also think it’s pretty safe to assume that her first time was with Warren-that he was her one and only. And he is the last fucking person I want to be discussing at this particular place and time.
Now, back to my bedroom.
I turn on my side so I’m facing Kate. Our faces are close, our heads sharing one pillow. Her hand’s tucked under her cheek in an innocent kind of way.
“There is something I want to know, though,” I say.
“Ask away.”
“Why’d you go into I-banking?”
I come from a long line of white-collar professionals. Alexandra and I weren’t expected to follow in our parents’ footsteps-it just sort of happened that way. People always gravitate toward what they know, what’s familiar.
Like professional athletes. Have you ever noticed how many Juniors there are in major league baseball? It’s to distinguish them from their Hall of Fame fathers. The Manning quarterbacks-same deal. But I wonder what attracted Kate to investment banking considering her adolescent years of petty crime.
“The money. I wanted a career where I knew I’d make a lot of money.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Really?”
She looks at me knowingly. “You were expecting something more noble?”
“Yeah, I guess I was.”
Her smile dims. “The truth is, my parents got married young-had me young. They bought the diner in Greenville. Mortgaged it to the gills. We lived above it. It was…small…but nice.”
Her smile fades a little more. “My father was killed when I was thirteen. Car accident-drunk driver. After that, my mom was always busy. Trying to keep the diner going, trying to keep herself from falling apart.”
When she pauses again, I put my arm across her and pull her in until her forehead rests against my chest. And then she goes on:
“She barely kept us above water. I wasn’t deprived or anything, but…it wasn’t easy. Everything was a struggle. So, when they told me I was going to be Valedictorian, and I received a full scholarship to Wharton, I figured-okay-investing it is. I never wanted to be helpless or dependent. Even though I had Billy, it was important to me to know I’d be able to support myself, by myself. Now that I can, all I really want to do is take care of my mom. I’ve been asking her to move to New York, but so far she’s said no. She’s worked her entire life…I just want her to rest.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.