Seducing Kate

by Marci Bolden

  I flushed the condom and washed up before stepping back into the kitchen, where I found Kate wiping the counter down with a bottle of surface cleaner and a paper towel. She glanced back, and her face was still red. I wanted to fuck her again; I would have if my body had been able, but we heard the front door open and someone call out.

  We grinned at each other, knowing we could have easily been caught. I patted my pocket, reminding her where her underwear was, and grabbed one of the fliers off the counter.

  “I’ll be in touch as soon as I hear from the bank,” I said as a couple stepped into the kitchen.

  “Sounds good,” Kate responded.

  The woman’s eyes grew. “Oh, no, did you just buy it?”

  “Not if you outbid me.” I gave Kate a wink. “Thanks for your help.”

  “Thank you.”

  I whistled as I climbed in my car. I made it about halfway home before I dug her panties from my pocket and smelled them again. As I pulled into the driveway, I leaned over and stashed them in my glove box.

  10

  The rest of the week went much like the beginning. Other than some kissing and cuddling, things were pretty quiet at the house. On my way home from work Friday, I reached over and pulled her panties from the glove box. I held them in my fist and inhaled her scent as I sat in traffic.

  I was about twenty minutes from home when she called. She told me she’d ordered a pizza and had already picked out a movie for us to watch.

  “What movie?”

  “Just a movie.”

  I smiled at the teasing tone in her voice. “What movie?”

  She giggled. “You know we watch plenty of guy movies. I get to watch a chick flick every now and then.”

  “Oh, shit.” I moaned. “What are you going to make me watch?”

  “Just man up and deal with it.”

  I grinned. Like I could refuse her if I wanted to. “The last time you picked out a movie, you feel asleep halfway through it, and I had to fight the urge to molest you in your sleep.”

  She laughed, a sound that was full of mischief, and I sighed.

  “You weren’t asleep, were you?”

  “Maybe I wanted you to molest me in my sleep.”

  “Another opportunity missed. Damn it.”

  I listened to her laugh and then asked her about her day. She ranted about a client who, despite having seen numerous houses, still hadn’t found the right place.

  She said she was pretty sure he would change his mind about selling his home before it was over, and she would have wasted hours of her time for nothing. I told her about my day, but admittedly, mine was far less interesting.

  We ended the call when the pizza arrived. By the time I walked in, she had plates and two beers in the den and was sitting on the sofa in shorts and a tank top.

  I took my suit jacket off and tugged my tie loose as I walked in. “That pizza smells so good.”

  She looked up at me and grinned around the big bite she’d just taken. “Sorry,” she said around the food. “I couldn’t wait.”

  “Apparently not.”

  I started to sit, but she shook her head. “You can’t eat pizza in those clothes. Think of the stains.”

  I looked down at my slacks and light blue button-down shirt. She watched me undress and lay my clothes over the chair.

  “Better?” I asked when I was standing there in my boxer briefs.

  “Much.” She patted the sofa next to her. “Come eat.”

  I leaned down and licked her lips before kissing them. “If you fall asleep this time, I can’t be held responsible for what happens to you.”

  “Promises, promises.” She handed me a plate.

  I took a bite and looked at the TV when she started the DVD. “Aw, seriously?” I complained when the opening scene of a classic romance movie started.

  As soon as we were done eating, Kate cuddled next to me. She put her head on my shoulder and stroked my thigh as we watched the movie. Nearing the end, I heard a few sniffles from her and snatched a tissue out of the box on the end table. I held it in front of her face. She chuckled as she snagged it from me and wiped her cheeks.

  “That was terrible,” I said when the credits started rolling.

  “It was beautiful.”

  “He died.”

  “Sometimes it’s better when they die. Then they can’t ruin everything by fucking up.”

  I laughed as she dabbed at her eyes again. I pulled her into my lap and leaned down to kiss her. Then I reached for the remote and started searching for something with guns and bombs to restore my manhood.

  I was still flipping through the guide when she turned her head and captured my nipple in her mouth. I stroked her hair as she kissed lower and rolled so she could pull my dick free and suck it into her mouth.

  My search for a show was forgotten as I ran my hand down her back and cupped her ass. Her mouth was gentle, teasing, rather than hungry as I was used to. It was also torture. I liked our frantic pace. I liked the heat and the passion and the overpowering need.

  Her slow pace was killing me. I tried lifting my hips in a faster rhythm, but she responded by pulling back, taking less of me in her mouth.

  “Kate.” I sighed.

  She looked at up me with that now familiar mischievous look. “What?”

  “You know what.”

  A grin curled her lips. “I thought you liked having your cock sucked.”

  “I do, but Jesus, suck it. Don’t tease it.”

  “Make me,” she whispered.

  I must have looked as shocked as I felt, because her lips spread into a smile.

  “God damn.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her so I could kiss her hard.

  She resisted, just enough to let me know it was a game for her.

  In turn, I pulled her across my lap. She squealed and wriggled as I pulled her farther until her ass was in the air. I smacked her cheek. She gasped, jumped, and then relaxed. I swatted her again. I did it one more time, pushed her to the floor, and then pulled her head to my cock.

  “Do it right,” I demanded.

  She looked at me with thinly veiled satisfaction in her eyes as she slid my cock into her mouth. She took it all the way down and then back up, not as gentle as last time but still not with the gusto she knew I wanted.

  “Harder.”

  She complied but still refused to give me what I wanted.

  I pulled her head from me and instructed her to show me her ass. She turned on her hands and knees so her rear was facing me. I could see a little pink peeking out from underneath the edge of her shorts and it made my dick throb. I’d never played these games before Kate, but I was already appreciating them.

  I ran my hand over her cheek and then slid her shorts and panties down in one move. I admired her ass and listened to her breath quickening with what I knew was anticipation. I ran my palm over her bare cheek, the one I hadn’t spanked before, and then pulled back and gave it a soft smack. She hissed, and I did it again. After the third time, I returned to the couch.

  “Do it again,” I ordered.

  She crawled back to me, and this time she took me in and sucked hard. I dropped my head back and fell in the haze of pleasure that always surrounded me when she was sucking my cock.

  I was growing tight, tense, and knew I was going to finish soon, so I grabbed her hair and pulled her back. She looked up, clearly not understanding why I’d stopped her. I yanked her up and kissed her firmly on the mouth. I pinched her nipple and then reached between her legs, fondling her clit as I let my body ease somewhat.

  She gasped, moaned, and panted as I fingered her and bit at her neck, but I stopped before she came.

  “Lie down,” I said. “On your stomach.”

  She did as I told her, turning away from me and stretching out on the floor, as I dug a condom out of my wallet. I looked down at her, lying naked on the carpet, her ass cheeks red, her hair a tangled mess, and realized I had never wanted her more than I did at that momen
t, not even when I hadn’t dared to dream I could actually have her.

  I wanted to slam into her, tear her apart, devour her until she screamed, but only because I knew she wanted me to. Somehow that turned me on even more than stealing glimpses and listening to her have sex when she didn’t know it. Somehow it felt more intimate than when she asked me to take her. Somehow it meant more. Made me want her more.

  I tore the packet open and guided the rubber on. I lay over her, my dick pressed against her ass, my mouth to her ear. “Tell me if I get too rough.”

  She exhaled slowly and then nodded.

  Straddling her calves, I reached for her ass. I massaged the cheeks for a moment, tugging them apart so I could see all of her, and then I dipped my fingers in and ran them along her pussy.

  She wriggled, and as she had done to me when she was in control, I pulled back and spanked her for it. Only my spank was harder and right on the ass. She stopped moving. So I dipped my fingers into her again, this time flicking her clit. She gasped and moved in what I knew was an involuntary action. Even so, I smacked her other cheek.

  I slid off her and used her hips to pull her onto her knees. When she lifted herself onto her hands as well, I firmly pushed her face back down into the carpet.

  “Open your legs.”

  She did, and I got on my knees behind her. I pushed my fingers into her pussy, which was drenched in her juices, and then pushed them to her asshole. I didn’t hesitate to slide first one and then another in.

  She groaned and rotated her hips, eliciting another smack from me, which caused her to groan again. I reached between her legs, found her clit, and rubbed over it as I fingered her ass. She called out, a sound that was muffled by the carpet.

  Rather than punish her this time, I let her come. The view of her ass and pussy tightening was much more than the torture I’d been giving her. When she finished, I pulled my hands from her and grabbed a few napkins to wipe them clean. Then I turned her over, lifted her to my lap, and pulled her chest up to mine.

  Her legs and arms went around me as I sat her on my dick. Her mouth covered mine in one of those hungry kisses that I loved as her hand fisted in my hair. She met me thrust for thrust, fucking like it would save our lives, and within minutes she was screaming and I was grunting as we came together.

  I found Kate in the pool, as I often did on Saturday mornings. The sun was sparkling off the drops of water that had gathered on her skin as she floated on a raft. So many times over the last two months I had wanted to swim up to her and lick the wetness off her skin.

  Today I finally did.

  She jumped slightly, startled when I emerged from the water beside her, but then she smiled and ran her hand over my wet hair. Careful not to tip her, I leaned forward and dragged my tongue along her stomach until I found her belly button. I teased it for a moment before leaning back.

  She smiled at me. “I know where this is going.”

  “I’ve had a long time to think of all the ways I want to fuck you. And I only have two weeks to get them all in.”

  “I’m kind of kicking myself for not allowing this sooner.”

  I traced her hard nipple through her bathing suit. “Me too.”

  “Well, let’s not waste any more time. Shall we go in?”

  “Slide into the water,” I told her, “and then turn and hold on to your raft.”

  She smiled as she did so. Once her back was to me, her upper body resting on the raft, I moved behind her and ran my hands over her bare sides until I found her bikini bottoms. I took a breath and went under so I could slide the tiny bit of material off. When I broke the surface, I set it on the raft beside her and then treaded water while I pushed my swim trunks down and dropped them onto the raft with the bottom half of her suit.

  I pulled a condom out of the pocket in my trunks, and she laughed.

  “I woke up with a plan.” I rolled the protection over my dick under the water. I’d never fucked in a pool before and was beginning to realize Kate was systematically knocking out all my firsts.

  Gripping her thighs, I plunged into her and felt her grip me. The sun was hot against my back, but the water was cool, and I could feel it swirling around my balls as I moved. With Kate lying over the raft, she was floating at my mercy, and I used it to my advantage. I was in complete control as I set the pace.

  I would slowly move out and then jerk her back, thrusting deep inside her. She gasped each time I did, letting me know she liked it. We did this for several minutes before I pulled out and told her to flip over.

  This time, I held on to the raft so she could move her hips. The water sloshed and tickled my balls as we picked up the pace. I could feel the water being forced around us, and it added to the already amazing sensations.

  “Harder,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder.”

  She put her hand between us as she tilted her hips and reached for her clit. She pressed into it as I fucked her, and almost instantly we were both getting off. When I pulled out, she sank into the water and rinsed off. I climbed out and pulled the rubber off, tossing it into the trash before jumping naked into the pool.

  I swam up to her and pulled her to me so I could kiss her.

  “So,” she said when I broke the kiss. “What other fantasies have you had about me?”

  I told Kate something I wanted, something I’d always wanted, not just with her but with any woman. It’s something that men think about all the time but we know will probably never happen. I should have known sharing my inner thoughts with Kate was more than just post-sex bonding.

  The next afternoon, the doorbell rang and I opened it to find her friend standing there in a red sundress almost as appealing as the short yellow one Kate liked to wear.

  “Hey…”

  “Julie.”

  I winced. “Julie. Sorry. Kate’s in the den.”

  “Thanks.” She grinned as she slid past me into the house.

  I closed the door and followed behind her. I’m not ashamed to admit I let my eyes watch her ass as she walked. It was a nice view. But Kate’s was nicer.

  Though Julie might not have been as tall and slender as Kate, she still looked hot as hell. Her hair was a light brown and she kept it shorter than Kate’s, but it went past her shoulders. Long enough to dig my hands into.

  When she dropped her purse and plopped down on the sofa next to Kate, she instantly put her hand to Kate’s knee, and I had to remind myself to breathe. Kate smiled and reached for Julie’s hand and then threw a glance my way.

  “You ladies want some drinks?” I asked, not quite ready to be brushed off yet.

  “Oh,” Julie gushed. “Margaritas?”

  “Margaritas it is.” I went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of tequila out of the cabinet. I knew how Kate liked hers, frozen and strong, so that was how I made them. I carried a pitcher, along with two glasses, to the den. Kate was looking at a DVD case that I guessed Julie had brought with her. It was clearly a chick flick, so my desire to hang around dwindled.

  I set the pitcher down, and though I swear I wasn’t trying to look up Julie’s skirt, it was impossible to miss the fact that her hem had ridden up high enough for me to see she was wearing black panties. I hesitated for only a moment, but it was long enough for Kate to notice and smirk at me.

  I gave her a slight shrug and focused on filling their glasses. I handed one to each. Kate winked at me, and then I offered to turn the movie on for them. I took the DVD and walked across the room to the entertainment center. I started their movie and turned to see if they needed anything else.

  I tripped over my words when I noticed Kate wiping her finger along Julie’s mouth. My stuttering amused the women, causing them to break into a fit of giggles. I had to laugh as well. I knew I sounded like an idiot, but it had been so unexpected, my brain had instantly stopped functioning.

  “I need to mow,” I said and left them alone.

  The image of Kate touching Julie carried me through several passes along the length of the ya
rd. Then a realization slowly dawned on me. They’d never had a girls’ day at Kate’s. It was always at Julie’s. Julie lived downtown. They usually had lunch at their favorite bistro before going back to Julie’s condo.

  So why the sudden change? I stopped midstride. Could it be? I rushed through the rest of the yard work as images of Kate and Julie writhing on the leather sofa filled my mind. By the time I hurried back into the kitchen, sweaty from cutting the grass, my dick was aching.

  I walked into the den, expecting to be invited into a wild sex party, but they were sitting next to each other, gazes glued to the television. Instead of hands cupping breasts and stroking intimately, they each held a margarita in one hand and were picking at chips with the other.

  Kate looked over at me and smiled. I was certain I saw that familiar spark of mischief, but then she turned back to the movie. Julie barely even took her focus off the television to acknowledge I was there.

  Okay. Clearly I’d read this wrong.

  “Need anything before I get in the shower?” I asked.

  Yes, I was desperate for attention. In two weeks, I’d be headed back to Chicago. Call me selfish, but I’d waited a long time to be with Kate, and I didn’t like sharing her.

  Kate smiled sweetly and dismissed me. “We’re fine. Thanks.”

  I tugged my shirt off as I walked through the living room and then went straight up to the bathroom and dropped my clothes in the laundry.

  I wasn’t in the shower for more than fifteen minutes, debating whether crashing girls’ day would get me laid or cut off. I decided on a more subtle approach. I’d order a couple pizzas with Kate’s favorite toppings and carry them in, announcing lunch had arrived. Surely they couldn’t begrudge me sitting down to eat with them after I bought them pizza.

  A man on a mission. I had a plan and I thought it was a good one. I patted myself dry and wrapped the towel around my hips. I had just stepped out of the bathroom to go get dressed when I heard a moan. I knew that sound. It was the sound Kate made when she was just about to come.