Page 73 of The Fadeaway
“More than okay with it.” I take the seat she was sitting in and pull her on my lap.
There’s conversation. I think I even take part in it. Laugh at the appropriate times, answer when asked a direct question, but damn all I can focus on is Kitty. She’s here. Forme. My mind is kinda blown. And not just that she was willing to give up a night, drive all this way to watch me play, but at how glad I am.
The hotel bar shuts down early, so we only have time for one drink, which is perfectly fine with me.
“Uhh, where am I sleeping?” Nathan asks as we all stand.
Wes hands him his key card. “You can stay with Z. Gabby can stay in the girl’s room. Blair and I will get another room.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Gabby protests. “I’ll just stay with the guys.”
There’s some back and forth, but Gabby is insistent. “It’s fine. I’ll sleep on the floor or couch. Whatever.”
Nathan places an arm around her shoulders. “You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
With that settled, Katrina looks up to me like she’s unsure. I pull her to me. “Wanna go to my lair?”
She giggles as I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder like a rag doll, placing a palm on her ass to cover what the fabric doesn’t. I’ve gone caveman and it feels fantastic.
I’m ready to ravage my Kitty. Fucking finally.
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Katrina
He doesn’t put me down until we’re in the room. He’s a man on a mission. Kicks his shoes off, pulls his shirt over his head. I giggle as I watch him undress like he’s being timed.
“Gonna leave any of that for me to take off?”
His hands still at his jeans. He pops the button but doesn’t push them down. “You want to undress me?”
I nod and step forward. Whatever nerves I had about this moment dissipate as his eyes darken and his chest rises and falls as I let my hands trail over his stomach. His abs are cut and a trail of dark hair disappears into his boxers.
His hands ball into fists at his sides as if he’s holding back from touching me. Letting me have this moment. Hooking my fingers under the denim, I push down taking his boxers with them. I move lower with his clothes shimming them off his legs. I’ve already seen him naked, but he’s as impressive as I remembered and my core throbs.
I peek up at him, finding him watching me with such desire it makes me uncharacteristically bold. His length twitches as I bring my mouth to him and I place a soft kiss to the head. A groan escapes his lips and I continue kissing and adoring every glorious inch.
His hands don’t move from his sides until I take him into my mouth. Gently, his fingers thread through my hair and he applies the slightest pressure guiding me as I suck and lick.
I know he’s holding back, but screw that I want everything he’s willing to give. I take him deeper until he hits the back of my throat and I peer up to meet his tortured gaze. I try to smile around him, telling him with the look of pure bliss I know must be on my face that it’s okay to let go.
He answers by pulling my hair tighter until the slightest prick of my scalp sends pulsing waves of pleasure through my body. He takes my mouth until tears leak from my eyes and I fight my gag reflex, but it’s the hottest moment of my life.
A rumble leaves his chest and when I think he’s going to come, he surprises me by stepping back and pulling me to my feet. I’m uncoordinated and a bit dizzy as he holds me upright and wipes a thumb across my lips cleaning up the saliva gathered around them. “Your mouth is perfection, Kitty, but when I come, I want to be buried balls deep inside you.”
My body hums in anticipation and I sit on the end of the bed, so ready for that and more.
He steps to me with a wicked grin and dips low, taking my legs and throwing them over his shoulders. My panties are gone in a flash, dress now bunched up around my hips, and his mouth meets my sex.
Holy sh–crap.
The vibration of his laugh against my sensitive flesh earns another moan. Guess I said that out loud. “You’re fucking adorable censoring your curse words when I’ve got my tongue on your pussy.”
“Force of habit.” I just barely get the words out before his teeth join the action and I scream – not in pain but in pure ecstasy.
He guides me on to my stomach and lifts my ass into the air, continuing the sweet torture on my clit and bringing a finger to the party. “Christ, you’re so wet.”
His finger glides smoothly in and out as he drops open mouth kisses on my thighs and ass. My face goes hot as he spreads my cheeks and keeps right on kissing me. Oh my God, he’s going to lick my ass. The realization hits me too late and I have no time to be bashful, or flip over before his tongue pushes inside my hole in sync with his fingers below.
