Page 87 of Eye of the Hurricane
“I’ve been so happy here, my friends, my career, you… just everything. I hate that it takes less than twelve hours of them being here to change that,” she cries. Her words are quiet in an attempt not to be heard.
“Don’t let her take it from you. She can’t take your friends from you, she can’t take you from your career, and she certainly can’t take me from you,” I assure her.
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. She’s here for a weekend. What could she do in a weekend to do any of those things?”
“She’s going to say something that makes you never speak to me again.” She’s not asking and she’s not guessing. She says it like it’s a fact.
“Katherine, look at me,” I instruct, tipping her chin my way. She looks up at me from my chest with teary eyes. “There’s nothing your mom could say, I promise.”
“You looked so angry at dinner.”
“For you. To be perfectly honest, I don’t care a bit what your mom thinks of me. I can’t bear to listen to the things she thinks of you though.”
The next thing I know, her lips are on mine. The most confusing woman I’ve ever met. One minute she wants me at a distance, in the very next she’s kissing me in her bed.
She rolls on top of me, straddling me. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, earning a groan from me. My hands are wrapped in her hair and she’s grinding against me.
“Katherine, we can’t,” I say breathlessly.
“I need you, I’ll be quiet.” She leans forward, kissing my neck.
“Only one problem with that,” I say, flipping her onto her back, hovering over her. “You’re very loud when I’m between your legs,” I remind her, slipping a hand under her nightgown. She gasps at the contact.
“I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet,” she assures me.
I know it’s a bad idea. Maybe if I was a stronger man I’d tell her no. But I’m not and Katherine is currently looking up at me with big, baby blue, fuck-me eyes.
I push the fabric of her panties to the side, running my middle finger through her wetness. She’s fucking soaked. She chews on her bottom lip so hard it looks like she might draw blood.
“You’re sure you can be quiet?” I ask. She nods quickly.
I run my finger down her slit one more time before sinking it inside. A moan slips out of her mouth and she quickly claps a hand over her mouth. I still my movement, smiling down at her. She rolls her eyes at me, knowing why I’m smiling at her.
“Ready?” I ask and she nods. I set a pace with my fingers, dragging them in and out of her. Slowly at first but slowly gaining speed and pressure. For a few minutes, she’s able to keep it together but it doesn’t take her long to start making too much noise again.
I withdraw my fingers from her and she lets out a whimper with the loss of contact. I sit back on my knees so I’m no longer on top of her. I loop my fingers through the hips of her panties and drag them down her thighs.
I lean back up, hovering over her again. I bring the hand holding her panties up to her mouth. “Open,” I demand. She pops her mouth open without question. I stuff the fabric in the opening of her mouth. “Maybe now you can actually be quiet.”
I lean forward, reaching into the drawer that I found her sex toys in, praying I’ll find condoms. It feels like Christmas when I do. I tear the foil with my teeth and roll it over myself.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, she gives me a fast nod. I line myself up with her entrance. “If you make a sound, I’mgoing to stop, do you understand?” She nods again. “If you want to stop, give me a tap, okay?” She nods once more.
I push into her and we both let out strangled moans of pleasure. Hers muffled by the fabric in her mouth.
I scan her face for any sign of discomfort. When there isn’t any I take that as my green light to give her more. I’m driving into her slow and deep. Her eyes roll back so far they look like they might get stuck.
I slip my hand between us, drawing circles on that familiar bundle of nerves and she cries out, loud enough to be heard through the fabric. I halt all of my movements.
A wicked smile creeps up on my face. This is the kind of control someone could get drunk on. Giving her an extra moment to pull herself together, I reach into her nightstand and grab one of her vibrating toys.
I push back inside of her and this time, I bring the vibrator down to her clit. As soon as it touches her she tightens around me nearly sending me over the edge.
I get a chance to collect myself though because she lets out a moan and I pull the vibrator from between her legs. She huffs a disappointed sigh.
A few seconds later I pick up where I left off. She’s soaking wet, dripping all over me, all over her, and all over the bed. Her pleasure builds and builds and just as it’s reaching a peak, I pull away from her again and she whines. She bucks her hips, looking for the friction I’m not giving her.
