Page 47 of Eye of the Hurricane
“Will you come in with me?” she asks nervously, wrapping a hand tight around my bicep.
“Planned on it,” I assure her. I walk over and open the creaky wooden door, allowing Kat to walk in first. I follow closely behind, pulling the door shut after us.
“Give me your clothes and I’ll hang them outside with mine.” We both strip down to nothing and she hands me her clothes. I hang them just on the other side of the door.
We stand just outside of the water, until it’s warm enough. Standing under the warm water and seeing Katherine so relaxed is torture. Her nipples are pulled into stiff peaks and all I can picture in my head is bringing them between my teeth. Imagining the way her body would react has my cock stiffening.
She turns around to rinse her chest and brushes up against me, causing a groan to escape. Her head whips around at the sound, eyes snapping to mine then down to mycock. She quickly looks back up at me. Even as dark as it is, I can see the deepening color of her cheeks in the moonlight.
“Sorry… I was just—I didn’t mean to,” she stumbles over her words.
“I know.”
“If it helps, I didn’t see anything. It’s too dark.”
“Kat, I don’t care if you see me,” I tell her.
“Can I touch you?” she asks, voice low and soft.
“Let’s go back and you can do whatever you want with me there,” I tell her. She gives me an excited nod.
Chapter 14
Katherine
Ares is carrying not onlymy soaking wet dress and shoes, but me as well. I’m wearing his hoodie and boxers, all he’s got on is his sweatpants.
If anyone is awake when we come back to the campsite, I know this will look suspicious. Not as suspicious as Luna looks straddling Ravyn in her chair, seemingly kissing her. I’m just happy to not be the only one up to no good.
I shove my face into Ares’ shoulder to hide my laugh. I don’t even think they notice us coming back, they’re too occupied with each other.
Ares puts me down when we get to our tent. It’s fairly small, just enough room for our air mattress and bags to fit inside. The only light in the tent is a dimly lit lantern hanging from the top. It’s no brighter than a cellphone screen at full brightness.
“Are we going to talk about those two?” I ask.
“Nope, we have other stuff to do,” he says, laying down on the air mattress. “Grab your toy and come lay with me,” he instructs. My entire body is buzzing with excitement. I unzipmy duffle bag and pull out my hot pink vibrator, holding it up to show him.
“I’ll take that,” he says, holding out a hand. I don’t hesitate for a single second, I place it in his hand. I pull his hoodie up over my head, leaving me in nothing but his boxers and go lay down next to him.
“You’re so perfect, Kat. It’s unreal,” he whispers, placing a single kiss on my shoulder nearest to him. That seems rich coming from him, the guy Luna said looks like sex personified.
“So are you,” I add. A smile tips at the edge of his lips. He leans over and places a kiss on my lips. It starts off simple and sweet, but quickly turns heated. His hands roam over my bare skin, touching me everywhere except for the places I want him most.
The familiar hum of my vibrator meets my ears and I look between our bodies to find it on and in his hand.
“What if they hear?” I whisper. He runs his nose along the side of my neck until his lips are by my ear.
“Let them.” He wraps his lips around the shell of my ear making me sigh loudly. He drags his tongue from just below my ear to the base of my throat. Anticipation burns through me.
“Are you going to touch me?” I ask.
“Not yet. You’re going to touch yourself,” he says, sliding the vibrator into my hand. “I’m going to watch and learn what you like before I touch you,” he whispers, taking my hand and guiding it down to the waist band of the boxers I’ve got on.
I lift my hips and slide them off, leaving me wearing nothing. He’s lying on his side, just watching me. I’ve never been one to have performance anxiety but now that I’m laying herewith his eyes raking over me, I feel like I’ve forgotten how to touch myself.
“I’m nervous,” I admit.
“Do you want to stop?” he asks, brushing my hair out of my face. “If you want to press the brakes and go to sleep, we can.” The reassurance that if I want to stop, he won’t be upset is nice, but it isn’t what I want.
