Page 66 of Deprivation

Making a dash for one of the trees, I step behind it and gaze out toward the club to see if I’m being followed. I see a flash of black as it dashes behind a tree near the large oak I’m leaning against. Turning back toward the river, I run to the next tree while Rihanna serenades softly in the distance. Rotating, I feel the rough texture of bark against my back as I look up to see Nick slowly prowling toward me with a mixture of deliberateness and heat. He’s clad in black pants and black button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to expose those sensual forearms. His eyes are beautiful and intense almost searing me with lust. My heart feels as if it will jump from my chest.

Coming closer, he looms over me, his scent a delicious manly mixture of musk and Earth. As he places his arms on either side of my body, I feel overcome, my shoes falling to the ground. Gazing up at him, I see raw hunger in his eyes.Is this for anyone in particular, or just for me?Abruptly his hot, wet lips devour mine. His tongue is soft and intoxicating as it plunges into my mouth, occasionally retreating so he can nibble and tug on my lower lip. The taste of him is heady.Jeez, I didn’t know you could get this turned on from a kiss.

I watch as he reaches for the top of my dress, lowering the tank to expose my lacy black bra. A throaty moan falls from his lips as he lowers the cups of my bra beneath my breasts, exposing them for his pleasure. He drops his face briefly into my cleavage and inhales, nuzzling his nose between them. He takes turns sucking from my taut nipples and I become completely enraptured. I can barely support myself in my current state and lean my head back against the tree.

Noticing an abrupt change in temperature, I realize he’s pulled away. Not appreciating the loss, I open my eyes to see he’s lowered himself to his knees. Reaching into the slit of my dress, he pulls it up to my waist to expose my dark, thigh high stockings and black lacy panties. He layers a groan over the dance music in apparent appreciation just before I feel something rip. Feeling warm air against my sex, I look down to see him teasing my opening with his nimble fingers. I’m entranced by his carnal behavior, watching as he nuzzles the apex of my thighs. Suddenly, I feel overwhelmed. This is the hottest night of my life, but I’m not ready to be that vulnerable with anyone, so I swiftly turn to face the tree.

Peering over my left shoulder, I watch as he stands with a look of trepidation.No, I don’t want this to end.Hoping I can clarify my desire, I splay my hands along the dry, flaky bark of the tree, take a few steps back, and seductively bend down. My dress is still tucked over my hips, so I sway my ass back and forth in front of him in invitation. I don’t have to wait long for his RSVP, as I notice his left hand retrieves something from his pocket while the right hand lowers his zipper.

If I thought I was overwhelmed before, I didn’t understand the magnitude of that word. Dropping my head forward in anticipation, I feel him slide behind me. He places a hand to the top of my back, pushing me lower so I’m practically bent in half. His other hand glides around my left hip, pulling my ass back to him.

“Is this what you want?” He breathes huskily.

“Yes,” I plead.

Looking back over my shoulder, I watch as he strokes his cock. My mouth drops open at the sheer size of him and begins to water at the sight. Turning back so as not to ruin the mood by drooling, I stare down at the grass below me nervously. Feeling him inch closer, I watch as what appears to be a condom wrapper falls to my feet. My heart rate speeds up.

He trails his hand from my upper back to my hair, and I feel a slight pull against my loose braid. This sensation is rapidly overtaken by the feel of hard, flesh rubbing against my hot wet center. My limbs start to shake in want. Up, down, up, down… He glides the head of his thick, erect cock through my aching, swollen folds.

“Are you ready?” I feel his hot breath whisper against my neck.

Knowing I can no longer form words, I just nod.

“Because I’m about to give you some naughty, Kat,” he growls, voice deep and full of lust as he thrusts his full length into me.

“Oh, god,” I moan, the feeling indescribable. I’m so full, the sting is raw and intense. Trying to accommodate to his size, for fear he might otherwise rip me in two, I rock my hips back and forth. A moan escapes him before he slowly slides out and then begins to pump into me deep and hard. There is an unhurriedness about his strokes, causing me to widen my stance and tilt my pelvis slightly. The drag of his thick cock against my inner walls in this position is almost too much to bear. His pace quickens with a fevered pitch. The intensity of his pounding causing me to dig my nails into the tree for support.

I hear him grunt as he begins to thrust into me ferociously, the slap of his balls against me, causing me to whimper. “Your sweet pussy is gripping me like a fist. I’m never going to last,” he pants out.Holy shit, he’s a dirty talker. It’s in this moment I decide it doesn’t matter in the least whether I have an orgasm, as this is the single most exciting moment of my sexual life, and I don’t think multiple orgasms could top the way I’m feeling right now.

There’s a sharp tug against my braid as he lets out another groan. Then, he lets go of my hair to slide his hand down to pinch my right nipple. This detour is short-lived, as my clit is his end game. I feel his talented, strong fingers rub delectable circles around my bundle of nerves as he slams even harder into me. This exquisite madness is pushing me further and further over the edge. I’m engulfed in sensation as I suddenly hear him let out a large growl.

“Fuck!” he cries out as he slams into me twice more and then stills. There’s a faint hum of club music in the distance, but all I can hear clearly is the erratic exhales of our combined breaths and the roaring of my pulse in my ears.

My head is spinning. I continue to hold onto the tree to steady myself as I feel him slowly withdraw. I’m suddenly aware of my appearance and reach up to tuck myself back into my dress and bend down for my shoes. Only seeing one, I duck from underneath his arms, which are now also placed on my new favorite tree, leaning against it for support. Looking a few feet behind him, I see a pointy heel sprouting from the earth like a lone black stalk. I rapidly retrieve it before it blends in with the dark surroundings. As I turn back, I notice he’s still leaning against the tree. Fear sets in.What have I-

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Present Day

Kat

I awaken to brilliant sunlight blinding me through the shades.What time is it?Lord, I’m getting old. I guess I need to stop picking up Luke and Jenna if it’s going to make me feel like this. As I strain my sleep-filled eyes toward my watch, I’m distracted by yet another costume change. I cannot recall for the life of me what I had on when I went to bed last evening, but I certainly wasn’t babysitting in a black slinky tank dress and thigh-high black silk stockings. As if that isn’t bad enough, the slit along the left leg has fallen open, and I realize I’m not wearing any underwear.

I sit at the edge of the bed, grabbing for my phone. Its 9:45 a.m.When had I ever slept this late?As this thought leaves, another quickly takes its place as I note an unread message on my phone,

11:15 p.m.

Nick Barnes

Nick: Okay.

Um, what the hell does that mean?Scrolling back up to the previous texts, the prior nights shenanigans with Luke and Jenna come back to mind. Still shaking my head at this, I look back through them. I’ve read all but one.

11:10 p.m.

Kat: I’m going dancing.

What? When did I send that? My mind reals back to the last few weeks and the number of mornings I’ve awoken in total confusion. Is it the sleeping pills?It’s got to be.But getting up in the middle of the night to dress to match my dreams, or shower, or text with no recollection the next day. There has to be some other answer. I consider whether meeting Nick and developing an awakened interest in a man has somehow replaced my night terrors with erotic fantasies.I mean, I haven’t had sex in years. It’s possible, right?

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