by T Gephart
My hands gripped my breasts, feeling my nipples pebble underneath my palms as he lapped at me again. His tongue moved to my clit, teasing it mercilessly.
Oh. My. God.
He was so good with his mouth.
I rocked my hips against him, wanting more.
More of him.
More of everything.
He didn’t stop, pushing a finger inside of me while his tongue circled my clit. He might have threatened to use more than his mouth and his hands but at that moment it was all I needed.
“Dallas.” I screamed out his name in a rush, the explosion taking me by surprise as my body shook all over. “Dallas, Dallas, Dallas.” I couldn’t stop, mumbling his name as every single part of me felt electric.
He leaned back, looking at me with a satisfied grin, letting his fingers travel down my legs. “I’m taking you to bed, Kitty. And this time, not to snuggle.”
Not sure I was able to talk, I nodded, my eyes wide as his hand gripped my waist. He was on his feet and had me on mine in record time, tossing me over his shoulder like I didn’t weigh a thing.
“If you’re worried about me running away, trust me, it’s not an option,” I panted, my world upside down as he carried me to my room.
He slapped my ass, his palm landing a soft thwack on my skin as a chuckle traveled up his throat. “I’m not worried about you running, I’m conserving your energy because you’re going to need it later.”
My back hit the mattress in a rush, the pillowy surface compressing as soon as he joined me, his body covering mine. He groaned, grinding his hard-on against me as his lips found my mouth again, kissing me senseless as I felt myself get wetter.
“Jesus, Kitty.” His tongue swirled down my neck and circled my breast. “I need a condom, right now.”
“Let me.” I shuffled up as much as I was able, reaching out my hand toward my nightstand and trying to open the drawer blind.
He chuckled, watching my effort before taking over, grabbing one of the packets and opening it with his teeth. I felt the pressure against me ease as he lifted off my body, his hand stroking himself as he slid on the condom.
The ring in the head of his cock disappeared under the latex, the rest of the shaft following quickly behind. I couldn’t help but reach out for it, licking my lips and desperately wanting to touch it too.
“No, baby.” He pushed my hand away gently, lining himself up against my opening. “My dick hasn’t gotten any attention other than my hand since the last time you sucked it. You touch it now and this isn’t going to last long, and believe me, I want it to last very long.”
He pushed in slow, inching in a little at a time as his focus stayed locked on my eyes. I gasped, arching my back, wanting more of him as he slid inside.
“Kitty,” he warned, his hands holding my hips still as he bottomed out. “Just give me one second before you move,” he panted, his lips at my throat and sucking hard.
He didn’t need more than a second, starting to thrust against me before I did, filling me whole with each rock.
“God!” I whimpered, tilting my hips to match each of his thrusts, the sensation building inside of me again. “It feels—”
“Amazing,” he finished for me, dipping his head and kissing my breasts as he continued to fuck me. “You feel so amazing.”
I couldn’t argue, my body tingling all over.
There was no way our first time had felt that good, the memory of how amazing it had been still vivid but not even close to how it felt at that moment.
He hooked one of my legs against his hip so he had room to thumb my clit. He drove in deeper, making my body shake.
“Dallas, I’m going to come.” I was so close to the edge I wasn’t sure I’d be able to finish the sentence, every muscle in my body tensing before dissolving into a wave of pleasure.
He dragged his cock in and out of me while I continued to come, my pussy pulsing around him as he groaned. “That’s it, baby. God, I love feeling you like that. Right there, Kitty. I am right there with you.”
He exploded into me, coming in a rush and shouting my name, his hips not stopping as he teased every last drop from both of us. “God, Kitty. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want you right now.”
My hands reached around his neck pulling him toward me and kissing him. We might have had sex but I didn’t want the contact to finish, needing more of him while we stayed connected.
“I wanted you too,” I mumbled against his mouth. “So much.”
He pulled his lips from mine “Shhh, baby. Are you going to let me do that again, or was that a one-time deal?”
“Right now?” I asked, my eyes widening.
“Might need a minute,” he chuckled. “But I’m not done worshipping your body, Kitty. And I would really like the opportunity to continue.”
“Yes. More.” The words spoken between kisses.
“Good, because neither of us have to be anywhere tomorrow.” His wicked grin got wider. “And the only thing that is getting up early is my dick.”
I liked that plan.
I liked that plan a lot.
Dallas
WAKING UP WITH KITTY IN THE MORNING was awesome.
Waking up with Kitty in the morning when I’d spent most of the night inside of her was even better.
And no, it hadn’t been my plan. I’d expected to spend the night being the big spoon, trying to angle my hard-on so it didn’t hit her in the ass. But when she looked at me on the couch and thought there was a possibility I was getting bored, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her.
God, I’d missed her mouth, happy to have left it at just kissing if she’d pulled away. But lucky for me she didn’t leave it there, pulling me closer and giving me more of her beautiful fucking mouth.
Once she started touching me—her hand on my ass pulling me toward her—I knew it wasn’t only kissing that was on her mind.
And wow was it good, every single inch of her tight body as perfect as I remembered it. I thought I was going to blow my load before I’d even got to the good bits, the sound of her moan when she came on my mouth making me unhinged.
She mumbled beside me, shuffling closer toward me while she slept and even though we’d had sex more times than I could count, my dick got instantly hard.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted a woman as much as I’d wanted her, wanting to touch her constantly even if it was just my hands on her while we slept. It wasn’t natural and sure as hell wasn’t normal, and I reminded myself to check the internet what the symptoms for sex addiction were. Not sure whether I wanted a cure though, the feeling of freaking contentment making me feel like a superhero. Obviously a superhero with invisibility, because who gave a shit about flying.
“What time is it?” The words spoken into my chest, her lips pressed against my skin. I liked her mouth there, and if I had any say about it, it would be spending a lot more time there too.
My hand brushed her hair, starting at the top of her head and working its way down the soft blond waves. “Early, we don’t have to get up yet, remember?”
It was Sunday, which meant that other than each other, we didn’t have to do anything. I still hadn’t worked out what I was doing awake, but if I had to take a guess, I’d say the straining rod between my legs was probably responsible.
“I hate not being able to sleep in,” she groaned. “Just once I want to wake up at lunchtime.”
My hand moved down her back, flattening against her spine and feeling her warm skin. “Well, lucky for you, I am pretty fucking awesome at it. The easiest way is not to talk, keep your eyes closed and tell your body there is no reason to be awake. A few mornings of trying, I bet we can get you staying asleep at least until nine.”
“Yeah, well considering I’m not having this conversation with myself, I’d say you aren’t as awesome as you claim.” She laughed, running her fingers against my chest.
Shit.
She was right.
My body fr
oze trying to remember the last time I slept in. A week ago? Maybe two? It couldn’t have been that long, maybe I’d gotten the days confused.
What else had changed?
I searched my mind, trying to categorize everything and see if there was anything else out of place.
She lifted her head, her green eyes latching on to mine. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, why would there be something wrong?” I tried to huff out a laugh.
“Because we were talking and laughing then I made a joke and I felt you stop and now you’re looking at me weird.”
She’d always been smart, and to be fair, there was a possibility she might have a better read on it than I did. Sometimes it was easier for someone outside of the issue to see the problem; hell it was the reason why I’d gone to her in the first place. Have her give me an insight that I couldn’t see myself.
“I haven’t slept in recently.”
Her brow scrunched, like she couldn’t understand the problem. “O-kay.”
“I mean, I haven’t done it since waking up with you.” I figured if I offered a timeline, it would be useful. To know that it hadn’t been that way before.
“Is this your way of saying you don’t want me to spend the night?” She chuckled but I could tell she was forcing it. “Because I gave you a choice lots of times and you said you wanted to stay.”
“Of course I wanted to stay.” Why the hell wouldn’t I? “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me.”
It wasn’t just the sleeping in thing; there was a lot that was different.
I was different.
I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted to go hang at a bar with my friends, or even look at another woman.
“So what are you saying?” Kitty shot me a look of concern.
If only I knew.
“Nothing.” I shrugged, feeling stupid for even bringing it up. “I was just thinking out loud.”
She nodded, scooting out of bed.
“Hey, I thought we agreed we had nowhere to be?” I protested, not liking that her body was no longer laying on mine. “Seriously, Kitty, I’m just being an idiot. Who even cares what time I get up?”
Last thing I wanted to do was make an issue where there wasn’t one, especially if it upset Kitty.
“I know.” She leaned across and kissed me. “But I’m making you breakfast and then we need to talk about what happened last night.”
“Can’t we just eat and have sex again?” I grinned, hoping she’d come around to my way of thinking.
She looked over at me and smiled. “Nice try, but I’m hungry and just because we had sex, doesn’t mean we’re going to stop talking. That was what we were supposed to be doing in the first place anyway.”
Well, at least she wasn’t annoyed, grabbing the oversized T-shirt she hadn’t bothered to put on last night and strolling out of the room.
I laid back in bed, knowing I should probably get up and help her but the weird feeling in my gut was still gnawing at me.
What else had changed about my life in the time we’d been together?
The whole idea was for her to help me with other women, yet since we’d started, I hadn’t been with anyone else.
Knowing I wasn’t going to find the answer staring at the ceiling, I got my ass out of bed and walked back to the living room where my clothes were and threw on my boxer shorts.
Kitty was making my favorite breakfast, the bacon and coffee competing for what was making my mouth water the most.
“Have you slept with anyone?” I asked, leaning against her kitchen counter.
She stopped, spinning around with a spatula in her hand. “Did you get amnesia between the bedroom and the kitchen? You know we had sex, right?”
God she was adorable, and could make me laugh on a dime. “I meant with anyone else.”
“Babe, we’ve been together almost every second I’m not at work. When would I have had the time?”
She made a valid point; we had spent a lot of time together. “Yeah, that’s true.” I chuckled, not sure why the uneasy feeling I’d had in the bedroom had followed me into the kitchen.
“Dallas, is that why you’re acting weird? You want to sleep with someone else and you’re worried to tell me?” The bacon crackled behind her but she kept her attention on me. “Because if that’s what’s going on, I need you to be honest.”
“Fuck, Kitty. I don’t know.” She wanted honesty, so I was going to give it to her. “I haven’t seen anyone I wanted to if that’s what you’re asking.”
Unable to ignore the bacon, she switched off the stove and moved the pan from the burner. “But there is a part of you that does want to. I’m not mad, Dallas, I knew what I was signing up for when we started this.”
“What does that mean?”
It would have been a good time to call or text Kitty and ask her for the interpretation, except Kitty was the one I was having the conversation with.
She clearly wasn’t mad, and trust me, I knew the difference. But her words didn’t sound good either.
Her head tilted to the side, her hair falling across her shoulder as she smiled. “It means that I think that maybe we should spend less time together.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I think it’s what we both need.” She took a breath and looked at me. “Dallas, you are an amazing person. I honestly think you are great, and you don’t need to change who or what you are for anyone. And I’m not going to be the person who tries to clip your wings. I don’t want that. I think you should go out with your friends, do things you want to do and not worry about me.”
“Is this a test where I agree and then you get pissed because I’m not supposed to agree?” I asked, honestly confused.
She shook her head, walked to where I was standing and put her hands on my chest. “I’m not trying to trick you. I’ll never lie to you or play mind games. That stuff, that’s for all those other idiots in the world but not for us. Do you understand?”
If I agreed, I’d be lying because I really didn’t. “So what, we don’t see each other anymore? We stop being friends? What exactly are you saying, Kitty? You know I’m not good at this stuff, so you have to help me understand.”
She smiled, kissing me lightly on the chest. “No, we never stop being friends. This is exactly what we are. We are friends. And I do not regret last night, or anything I’ve ever done with you but it can’t happen again.”
“Sex? We’re not having sex again?” My hand went to her waist, steadying her in case she decided to move away. “But why? We’re awesome when it comes to sex. Why would we stop?”
“Because we weren’t doing this for sex, remember? And because I don’t want to lose what we have right now.” She looked away quickly clearing her throat. “So I’m going to feed you and kick you out. I want you to spend your time off doing whatever it is that makes you happy.”
“You’re saying to go fuck someone else?”
She had her back to me, fussing around with the pan of bacon and the coffee pot. “I would never tell you what to do, Dallas. Never. I’m saying that whatever you do, you will always be my friend.”
Fuck breakfast, I needed to see her to check that she meant it. I stalked behind her, spinning her around and looked at her.
She had the most amazing green eyes, and when I had their attention they calmed me. “Kitty, this just feels weird.”
Her hand lifted to my cheek. “Then let’s make it not feel weird anymore, okay?”
Out of the two of us, she was probably the best one to make the decisions so I nodded and agreed. And despite the weirdness not really leaving my chest, we ate breakfast together and I got dressed. We hugged but didn’t kiss and then I promised to give her a call later.
She nodded, telling me to have fun and that she’d see me soon.
And even though I had no idea what the hell was going on between us, I knew she meant that.
Our weekend was Sunday and Monday, Tuesday starting our workwe
ek in the shop. Not that it made a difference, I loved my job so going there and working was no hardship.
But today was different, I was edgy and agitated and I hadn’t slept worth a shit. Last week had been our first with Mason actually working and he’d taken some of the load. It was still busy, but having another artist sure as hell helped. But today I was really looking forward to seeing him, and not for his brilliant art skills.
Oh no, I had an entirely different reason than that.
Josh was already there when I walked in the door, sipping his coffee while he looked at the book we wrote our appointments in.
“You do realize it’s only nine?” Josh looked at me in shock as I strode to the front desk. “Nine in the morning.”
I pulled off my shades and rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You should be encouraging me, not giving me shit.”
“Dude, I’ll give you all the encouragement you want, I’m just not sure when the last time was you were here this early. Pretty sure it was when Eve was working as our front desk person, and you had an ulterior motive.” He folded his arms across his chest, looking at me for an explanation.
I shot the bastard a grin, unable to help myself. “Yeah, well she was worth getting here early for.”
“Too bad you didn’t stand a chance.” He laughed, not taking the bait. “And since my future wife is no longer your motivation, you want to tell me what brings you in so early?”
I shrugged not wanting to admit the truth, especially when I wasn’t sure of it myself. “I spent the weekend chilling at home working on some sketches. I woke up earlier than usual this morning, I just decided to come in.”
It was half accurate, but not even close to how I’d spent my weekend.
Josh clapped, accompanying the round of applause with dramatic wipe of a fake tear from his eye. “Just like an adult would do. I’m so proud of you, little buddy.”
“Hey, easy with the little buddy.” I shot him a warning. “And don’t get too excited, I’m still not sold on this early morning bullshit.”