The Josh and Kat Trilogy: A Bundle of Books 1-3

by Lauren Rowe

  “Yeah.” His voice sounds as excited as the way I feel: totally turned-on.

  I lower myself slowly, taking the dildo into me, and position myself gingerly into the saddle. “Whoa,” I say, shifting around and getting acclimated. “This thing’s huge.”

  “You want a smaller one?”

  “No, no, this is good.” I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax around the rubber inside me. “Ooph. It’s big, though. Just gimme a second. Damn.”

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. I get off the hardest when I feel totally filled up. Just give me a second to relax.”

  His cock twitches. “This is so fucking hot.” He exhales.

  I take another deep breath and my body relaxes and absorbs the dildo completely.

  “Okay, I feel good,” I say. “Whew.”

  “All right, lemme check the fit.” He bends down and carefully assesses the contact point between the machine and my clit. “Yup, looks good,” he says. He touches my clit gently, making me twitch. “Keep your clit perfectly flush with this rubber strip for maximum pleasure. Okay? No need to lean forward. It’s all adjusted perfectly.”

  I’m already twitching and shuddering with anticipation. I nod.

  “Sit back, Kat. The key is letting that cock hit your G-spot over and over. That’s where the money’s at, baby.”

  I sit back.

  “Good. Does it feel like your clit is flush with the pad when you sit back like that?”

  “Yep.”

  “The more upright you sit, the more G-spot stimulation you’ll get—and that’s what we’re really going after. G-spot—not clit, contrary to popular belief.”

  I nod. “Silly rabbit, clits are for kids.”

  He laughs. “You’re so fucking hilarious.” He looks me up and down for a moment, his eyes devouring me, his erection straining.

  “Um. Josh? Hello? I’m kinda sitting here with a big, fat dildo up my wahoo?”

  He laughs. “Okay, PG. Here we go.” He kneels in front of me on the bed, his hard-on massive, and strokes the curve of my hip for a moment, making me shudder. “I’ll start with the dildo first, rotating on low, no vibe at all yet, just so you can get used to the motion inside you. Okay?”

  I nod and let out a shaky breath. “Please be careful with me.”

  He touches my hair. “You’re in good hands, baby.”

  I nod again.

  Josh sits on the bed next to me and picks up the control box like a kid with an X-box. “You ready, babe?”

  I nod.

  The machine comes to life, humming loudly, and the dildo begins rotating slowly inside me, swiping repeatedly at a pinpoint location. “Oh,” I say, taken aback at the sudden sensation. “Wow. That’s amazing.” I lean forward instinctively, trying to relieve the pressure already building inside me.

  “No, don’t lean forward,” Josh reminds me. “You can lean back, but never forward. Go against instinct. Don’t try to relieve the pressure. Push through it.”

  I lean back, as instructed. “Wooh,” I say, the sensation making my skin prick. “Wow. That’s really nice. Whoa.”

  A beaming smile spreads across Josh’s face. “You like that, babe?”

  I nod and take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

  “That’s the lowest setting—just rotation, no vibration.”

  “Oh,” I say again. “Wow. That’s hitting me exactly right. It’s like magic. Wow.”

  “This thing is engineered to do nothing but give you orgasms,” Josh says. “Just tell me when you’re comfortable, and I’ll increase the speed of rotation a bit.”

  Wooh, this thing is igniting me with no clit stimulation whatsoever, just the swipe... swipe... swipe of the dildo inside me, rotating round and round, hitting my G-spot at the exact right spot with each revolution. It’s amazing, really, like nothing I’ve felt before. So precise. I moan softly. “Oh, God, I like this,” I say, my voice beginning to quaver. My skin suddenly erupts with goose bumps. There’s suddenly a strange pressure in my ears.

  “Wooh,” I say softly. “Oh boy.”

  “Ready for faster?”

  I take a deep breath and nod.

  Josh twists a dial on the control box and the rotation inside me palpably increases in speed. Swipe, swipe, swipe, the dildo goes, quite a bit faster than before, hitting my G-spot in rapid succession with only a fraction of a second in between each swipe.

  “Oh, Jesus,” I say. I let out a very loud moan. The wall of my vagina contracts sharply and doesn’t release. It just keeps tightening. “Ooph,” I say. Something huge is building inside me. I’ve never felt anything quite like this before. “Holy shit,” I say. I begin to lean forward, aching to relieve the pressure.

  “No. Don’t lean forward. Back.”

  I lean back.

  “Good. Now start humping it, babe,” Josh says. “Move your hips like you’re on top of me, fucking the shit out of me, trying to get yourself off.”

  I comply, and it’s like I’ve been struck by lightning. My body begins squeezing and clenching fiercely, winding tighter and tighter.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Josh says. He’s begun stroking himself with his free hand. “Oh my God. So hot. Just like that, babe.”

  I look at Josh, the way he’s jerking himself off, the totally perverted look on his face, and my entire body bursts into a ball of flames.

  I move my hips forward and back with increased enthusiasm, imagining I’m fucking him, and he growls his approval. “Nice,” he says, his hand stroking his shaft fervently. “Oh, Kat. You’re killing me right now. You’re so fucking hot.”

  The movement of my hips, combined with the rotation of the dildo and the sight of Josh jacking off—and especially the look on his face—are all conspiring to turn me into something inhuman. Oh, jeez, I’m about to turn into a freaking werewolf. I’m sweating. My skin is rippling all over. My heart is leaping out of my chest.

  Josh twists the dial again.

  Swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe, the machine says, a perfect frenzy of precise stimulation.

  Holy shitballs. Jesus fucking Christ. Oh my God.

  I make a sound like a wild boar that’s just been struck by a hunter’s crossbow.

  “Holy shit,” I gasp. The pleasure is too much to bear. I have to relieve the pressure somehow. I lean back and fondle my breasts and pinch my nipples and throw my head back, grinding my hips voraciously into the machine, growling like a maimed beast. I’m completely swept away by the outrageous sensation inside my body. I literally bite my fingers, my knuckles, grab at my hair, claw at my face, looking for relief from the painful pleasure.

  “I’m pushing it higher,” Josh chokes out, and the machine buzzes louder.

  The dildo is raging inside me now, whacking the shit out of me from the inside. I look down, expecting to see my abdomen visibly zigging and zagging and lurching with the insane rotation of the dildo inside me, like how that alien bursts out of that guy in Alien, but all I see is my usual belly and pelvis.

  “Oh, Jesus,” I whimper.

  I’m howling like a trapped animal, fucking the shit out of the machine, sweating like a pig. I’m in pain now. Horrible, brutal pain. And it feels so good.

  The entirety of my skin suddenly pricks with goose bumps, exactly like I’m about to throw up—and a strange numbing feeling overtakes my feet. That’s something new. What the hell is that? “Oh, shit,” I say. “I’m gonna come.” I roar. “Oh fuck. It’s coming.” I dry heave. Whoa, that’s new, too.

  My toes curl and I let out a weird screeching sound.

  “I’m turning on the vibe now, along with the rotation,” Josh whispers, his hand working his shaft furiously.

  A low vibration hits my clit and, instantly, my body hurtles into some sort of a seizure, warping and clenching and twisting so violently, I feel like I’m gonna lose control of my bowels. My eyelids flutter and my eyeballs roll into the back of my head. I dry heave again.

  I shriek.
“Oh my fucking... fuck!”

  My entire body wracks with the most intense orgasm of my life. It’s indescribable. I feel like I’m being possessed by a fucking demon.

  But rather than give me relief, Josh increases the vibration on my clit.

  I can’t control myself. I feel like I’m being electrocuted.

  I begin releasing strangled expletives at the top of my lungs as my body is slammed by orgasm after orgasm without reprieve. Is this one long, continuous, unending climax, or multiple ones stacked one on top of each other? I can’t tell. The pleasure doesn’t end. My body’s in some sort of trance, warping and wrenching, buckling and undulating, over and over, without relief. I feel like I’m gonna barf or burst into tears or piss all over myself. Or all of the above.

  I make yet another sound I’ve never heard myself make before, and, all of a sudden, I feel warm fluid gushing out of me and pooling underneath me in the saddle. Was that pee? Well, if it was, I don’t even care. I just keep humping the saddle furiously, shrieking, my head thrown back, sweat pouring down my face and trickling down my breasts, my body creating a loud slapping noise as my flesh pounds furiously into the wet saddle over and over.

  I manage a glance at Josh and he looks enraptured.

  The vibe and rotation both increase together and I shriek.

  I run my hands over my face, through my hair, bite my fingers, moaning with pleasure and pain. All of a sudden, I feel Josh’s lips on my hard nipples, sucking me. He’s licking up the sweat off my neck, kissing me furiously.

  “I want you to suck my cock,” he growls.

  I nod. “No. Yes, yes.”

  He rises to his feet on the bed, bends his legs to lower his dick to the right height for my face, and shoves his hard-on in front of my face. But instead of shoving it into my mouth, he unexpectedly stops and places his wet tip on my chin, right on my little indentation.

  “Oh yeah,” he says, running his hands through my hair. “Look up at me.”

  I can barely follow his command. I’m about to come again.

  He growls. “Been wanting to do that since I first saw that little cleft in your chin.”

  Before I can reply, he slides his hard-on from my chin into my mouth, and I instantly begin sucking on him voraciously, moaning loudly as I do.

  This is insane pleasure. My body and mouth are both filled up with cocks, my clit is vibrating, his hands are running through my hair. I swirl my tongue against the little hole at his tip, and he growls loudly, grabbing furiously at the back of my head.

  My eyes roll back into my head again.

  I’m dizzy.

  A strange vertigo overtakes me, a kind of tunnel vision. I feel like I’m literally gonna keel over. A blast of white light bursts in front of my eyes and momentarily dances in my field of vision, as if I’ve just come inside after being in the brightest light and my eyes haven’t yet adjusted.

  I bat Josh’s hand forcefully and pull my mouth off his hard-on.

  “I can’t,” I sputter.

  Josh drops down to the control box in a flash and the machine instantly stops humming. The vibration stops. The dildo stops moving.

  The machine comes to a complete stop—and yet I’m still twitching and gasping like a freshly caught fish.

  Without hesitation, Josh leaps behind me on the bed, roughly lifts my pelvis off the dildo, pushes me forward onto my hands and knees over the machine, and begins furiously licking and suckling my pussy from behind, lapping up the fluid that’s literally dripping out of me.

  I shudder and moan at the sensation of his tongue and mouth slurping and sucking and lapping at my sensitive folds and creases, at how passionately he’s eating me.

  “Are you on the pill?” he grunts.

  “Yes. Do it.”

  “Are you clean?”

  “Yes. Do it.”

  “I’m clean.”

  “Do it.”

  He plows into me without hesitation, all the way, and proceeds to fuck the motherfucking shit out of me.

  I cry out with pleasure as a bone-rattling climax hurtles through me, yet again.

  I’m delirious. Out of my head. Aching for him to tear me clean apart.

  His fingers reach around me to my clit as he pounds me, and, all of a sudden, I’m blinded. Literally. All I can see is a white light. Then yellow. Pink. Holy shit. My abdomen twists. I feel like I’m gonna throw up. My toes curl. My skin pricks. I dry heave again.

  Warm fluid suddenly gushes out of me the way it did on the machine a few minutes ago and spurts down my thighs. Oh, Jesus. I can’t see. I literally can’t function. I think I’m gonna black out.

  Josh grips the back of my hair and comes so hard inside me, I can feel his cum shooting into me.

  Holy... Something-Something, Batman. Fucking hell. I’m so fucked up right now, I can’t even come up with a clever Batman quip. Fucking fucky fuck. Holy fuck. Fuck. That’s about all I got. Holy Fuck, Batman. Fuck you.

  Josh scoops me up into his arms from behind, kisses my neck, and fondles my sweaty breasts. I can’t return his affection. I can’t move. I’m an inanimate object in his arms. A floppy, spineless, sweaty blow-up doll.

  I feel his lips against my ear, his hands in my sweaty hair. “You’re the hottest woman alive, Katherine Ulla Morgan,” he says, kissing my ear. “My fantasy in every fucking way. Holy fucking shit.”

  Thirty-Nine

  Josh

  Kat shifts in my arms in her sleep and I freeze.

  I’m freaking out.

  I never, ever have sex without a condom. Ever. It’s my cardinal rule and I never break it. Ever. No matter the woman. No matter how hot she is. No matter how hot the sex promises to be. I didn’t even go bareback with Emma, and we were together for three fucking years. What the fuck was I thinking doing it with Kat?

  I look at Kat’s sleeping face, my heart racing. What if we just made an accidental Faraday? I can’t stop hearing my dad’s voice, ringing in my head: “‘Don’t you dare let me catch either of you making an accidental Faraday with a woman unworthy of our name or I’ll get the last laugh on that gold digger’s ass and disown the fuck out of you faster than she can demand a paternity test.’” How many times did I endure hearing Dad say those fucking words to Jonas and me? Way too many times to count. It was his fucking mantra.

  I study Kat’s sleeping face again. Even asleep, even without animation to her features, she’s utter perfection. That cleft in her chin slays me. Her eyebrows. Her lips.

  Adrenaline floods me.

  Who gives a fuck what Dad said? Kat’s not a gold digger—and Dad’s no longer here to disown me even if she were. So what if Kat and I fucked up and made an accidental Faraday? It’s none of his fucking business, either way. And, anyway, it was well worth the fucking risk. I smile to myself. Best sex of my fucking life. In the international sport of fucking, this woman just took the gold and silver medals. And when I fuck her for a third time, which I plan to do as soon as she wakes up, she’ll no doubt snag the bronze medal, too. The woman’s got superpowers or something. She’s a fucking fembot is what she is. Oh my God. That’s it. Katherine Ulla Morgan is a fucking fembot.

  I’m screwed. Doomed. I smile to myself again. But what a way to go.

  Kat shifts in my arms in her sleep and I freeze again. Oh my God. I’m acting like a complete lunatic right now. A total and complete lunatic. I’m acting like fucking Jonas is what I’m doing, letting my mind run uncontrollably. I need to get a fucking grip.

  Kat shifts again and a lock of her blonde hair falls into my face.

  I breathe in her scent.

  Damn, she smells good.

  I lift the sheet up and stare at her sleeping body for a moment. I take in the curve of her breasts as she breathes in and out slowly. Her waxed pussy. Her flat belly with her sexy little belly-ring. Her long, toned legs. Her bright blue toenails. Oh my fuck, she’s a drug.

  I put the sheet back down and gaze at her sleeping face for the hundredth time.

  S
he’s so fucking gorgeous, I could look at her all day and never get tired of her face. Her nose. Her lips. Her cheeks. All of it, gorgeous. I can’t find a single flaw with this woman. Well, physically, anyway. She’s certainly flawed as hell otherwise, that’s for fucking sure. First off, she’s jealous as fucking hell—something I normally hate in a woman. But wait a second. Is that really a flaw when it comes to Kat? Because, holy shit, I kinda like that about her. It’s a nice change from how Emma never gave a shit, no matter what I did or what woman practically threw herself at me right in front of her. I thought it meant Emma was somehow more evolved than the average woman, somehow enlightened—smarter than me. Of course, in retrospect, now I know it just meant she didn’t give a shit.

  But enough about Emma. I don’t give a shit about her right now. I can’t believe I even let my mind wander to her when I’ve got a woman like Kat in my bed. Speaking of which, I just thought of another flaw. She’s stubborn. So fucking stubborn I want to throttle her. But, wait. I like that about her, too. I want things my way, of course—but I wanna work for it. Otherwise, I get bored. And there’s no such thing as getting bored with Kat, is there? Jesus God, no.

  And, in Kat’s defense, she’s not just jealous and stubborn. She’s also ridiculously funny. And smart. Not a brainiac in the traditional sense, maybe, but who the fuck needs book smarts? Bah. Overrated. Just look at Jonas. Smart as hell and the biggest dumbshit I know. Kat’s the kind of smart I care about: witty, clever, intuitive, and sassy. Oh God, is she ever sassy. And, on top of all that, she’s got a heart of gold underneath all that gorgeousness. It’s buried deep underneath a thick outer layer of evil, maybe, but it’s there, for sure, buried nice and deep. The way she loves Sarah—the way she doesn’t even think twice about her own safety when it comes to protecting Sarah and going after the bad guys for her... man, that shit knocks me out. And, damn, she sure does love her family, too. I’ve never met a girl from a happy family before. It makes her fascinating to me.

  And oh my God, who am I kidding about all that shit, anyway? She could be fucking Attila the Hun from the orphanage across the street and I’d still be infatuated with her after what I just experienced. Holy motherfucking shit, can this woman fuck. I’ve never seen anything like her. I seriously wanna murder that Garrett Something-or-Other guy—what the fuck was his name? Slut-shaming motherfucker. He sure didn’t mind Kat being a slut when he was banging her against his headboard, did he? Fucking asshole cocksucking fuckwad. He must have a very tiny dick, that’s all I can say. Asswipe.