The Consummation: Josh and Kat Part III (The Club Book 7)

by Lauren Rowe

  Oh my fuck.

  I quickly unzip the front of my pants and pull down my briefs, freeing my hard-on from its bondage, breathing like I’m on a fucking treadmill. Oh my fuck. Well, it’s official. Emma was right—I really am a sick fuck. I’m supposed to be at my new house right now, telling Kat I love her for the first time to the dulcet sounds of fucking Mozart, but instead, I’m watching the woman I love play tonsil-hockey with an almost-nude bisexual supermodel, my hand stroking my hard dick. Am I really this depraved? Well, apparently so, because I’m finding this hot as fuck.

  The two women are kissing passionately now—and, from Kat’s body language, it’s clear to me she’s not pretending to be turned on. Holy fuck, she’s genuinely on fire. She’s so fucking sexy, it’s like she’s another species of woman altogether. I’ve never seen anything like her, paid or otherwise.

  I grasp my shaft and work myself with more urgency. Every little arch of Kat’s back, every shudder of her tight little body, every soft lapping noise of her tongue and lips is making my cock jolt and throb in my hand. Oh, fuck, I love this woman. I thought I knew what love was with Emma, but I was an idiot. This is love. Right here. This. There’s no one else like Kat Morgan in the world. She’s perfect.

  Kat reaches behind Bridgette’s back and unclasps her bra, and Bridgette’s bountiful breasts bounce free. Bridgette quickly finishes the job and tosses her bra off and then returns the favor, unclasping Kat’s bra and practically ripping it off her body.

  Both women are topless now. Their nipples are erect, straining toward the other’s. They’re moaning softly, breathing hard—both of them obviously turned-on.

  And so am I. Oh my fuck, so am I.

  Bridgette stands and pulls off her undies, revealing her fully waxed pussy underneath, and even from here, I can see goose bumps rise up on Kat’s skin at the sight of her naked body.

  Bridgette pulls Kat to standing, whispering something into her ear again. Motherfucker, I wanna tell Bridgette to speak the fuck up, but I couldn’t talk right now if the hotel were burning down around us.

  The women are standing nose to nose. Breast to breast. Nipple to nipple. Bridgette leans forward and her nipples brush gently against Kat’s.

  An involuntary groan escapes me. Oh, shit.

  Bridgette kneels and begins pulling Kat’s G-string down slowly—kissing her hipbone as she does it.

  My cock lurches. I can’t breathe. I feel dizzy.

  As Kat’s panties reach her knees, she turns her head and looks straight at me, her eyes drunk with arousal, her chest rising and falling visibly. Her eyes drift down to my hand pumping up and down my hard shaft, and then back up to my face. She licks her lips. “Yes?” she asks, her breathing ragged.

  I nod, incapable of speaking.

  Bridgette lays a kiss on the inside of Kat’s thigh, drawing Kat’s attention away from me. She reaches between her legs and runs her fingers over the top of Bridgette’s blonde head, and then rakes her fingers passionately through Bridgette’s thick, shiny hair.

  Bridgette lets out a low moan of excitement and Kat replies with a moan of her own.

  Holy fuck, I’m gonna blow.

  Kat’s undies are completely off. She’s nude with a head of long, blonde hair bobbing and moving between her legs—a blonde head attached to perfect fucking tits and an un-fucking-believable ass and perfectly curved hips and toned thighs, and oh my fucking God I’m about to fucking blow.

  Bridgette’s lips trail up from Kat’s thigh toward her pussy. She’s an inch away from the money and obviously going in for the kill.

  “Wait,” I choke out, shocking myself. “Stop.”

  Both women freeze and look at me. They’re panting, heaving, trembling with arousal—and so am I.

  “Don’t touch her pussy,” I say. “Her pussy’s all mine.”

  Bridgette looks up at Kat, incredulous, but Kat’s looking at me, her mouth hanging open in shock.

  “Kat’s pussy’s all mine,” I murmur, gaining my equilibrium. “She’s got a magic pussy and it’s all mine.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Bridgette bellows, clearly on the verge of losing her shit.

  “Ssh.” Kat puts her slender hand on Bridgette’s head, signaling her to stay put and cool her jets. Kat begins stroking Bridgette’s hair like she’s a kitten. “My pussy’s all yours, baby,” Kat coos to me, still stroking Bridgette’s hair. “But just this once Bridgette’s gonna lick my pussy and make me come really, really hard, solely for your pleasure.” Her eyes flicker. “She’s our Mickey Mouse roller coaster, babe—just this once. And then never again.”

  Kat brushes her fingertips against her own erect nipples and bites her lower lip and it’s suddenly crystal clear to me Kat’s not doing this for me at all. Maybe it started out that way for her—in fact, I’m sure it did—but now, in an unexpected turn of events, doing this is getting Kat off more than she ever expected. I thought I’d caught a tiger tonight, but I’m suddenly realizing I’m the asshole gripping the tiger by its fucking tail. And for some reason, this realization turns me the fuck on.

  I nod slowly, my pulse pounding in my ears.

  Kat smiles devilishly and looks down at Bridgette kneeling on the floor. “Eat me like you’re a world class whore who charges a million bucks a night and your only job is to give me my money’s worth. Can you do that for me?”

  Bridgette shoots me a steely look that quite clearly says, “Fuck you, asshole,” and then she leans with exaggerated flourish into Kat’s waxed pussy and begins lapping at her clit with outrageously enthusiastic swirls of her glistening tongue.

  At the touch of Bridgette’s effusive tongue, Kat throws her head back, grips Bridgette’s hair, and releases a guttural growl.

  And what am I doing? Oh, nothing much. Just jolting in my chair like I’m being electrocuted by a thousand electric eels. Oh my fucking shit. With each and every energetic swipe of Bridgette’s glistening, wet tongue against Kat’s beautiful pussy, every movement of Bridgette’s jaws, every bob of Bridgette’s head, my dick twitches like Bridgette’s sucking my tip. Or would that be punching me in the balls? Oh my fuck. I’m turned on and jealous as hell all at the same time. Oh God, that should be me and my flickering tongue tasting Kat’s slippery sweetness. That’s my magic pussy and no one else’s, goddammit—my juices to lap up. But oh my holy fuck—this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my fucking life by a long mile. I love it. I hate it. I’m dying. I’m in pain. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.

  I stand, rip my pants and briefs completely off, and begin quickly unbuttoning my shirt—but just as I’m about to pull my shirt off my shoulders, I remember my new girlfriend-tattoo on my left bicep, and I stop. There’s no way I’m giving Kat her first ever glimpse of my once-in-a-lifetime gift to her while she’s fucking Bridgette.

  I leave my unbuttoned shirt on and move behind Kat, pressing my hard-on into her ass and kissing her smooth shoulder as Bridgette continues lapping at her pussy from her knees.

  The instant my lips touch Kat’s skin, goose bumps visibly erupt on her skin. She lets out a low moan and begins jerking her hips in a phantom humping movement, obviously so overwhelmed with arousal at my unexpected touch, her body’s going suddenly haywire.

  I reach around Kat’s torso and stroke her erect nipples as my mouth trails the length of her shoulder to her neck and then to her jawline.

  Kat lets out a loud groan of pleasure and gyrates her pelvis back and forth from Bridgette’s mouth in the front of her to my erection poking her in her ass.

  I swipe Kat’s blonde hair off the back of her neck and kiss her hidden Scorpio tattoo and she reaches up and grips my hair, her entire body jolting.

  I press my lips against her ear and pinch her nipples, grinding my hard-on into her with urgency. “Let your inner sick fuck out to play, Party Girl,” I coo into Kat’s ear, my voice low and intense. My palms explore the smooth skin of Kat’s belly, and when my fingertips unexpectedly brush the soft hair atop Bridgette’
s bobbing head, my cock jolts. “Enjoy every minute, baby,“ I growl, letting my fingertips float back up to Kat’s breasts. “Because after tonight, no one but me is gonna touch your magic pussy again.”

  Kat inhales sharply and her body stiffens. A guttural roar emerges from her throat, followed by a string of expletives, followed by a pained wail. I slide my finger between her ass cheeks and press my fingertip against her anus just in time to feel her orgasm ripple against my finger, and my cock throbs at the delicious sensation.

  Even before Kat’s orgasm is over, Bridgette leaps to standing and clutches Kat’s shoulders like she’s going to kiss her full on the mouth, but I rip Kat’s shuddering body away from Bridgette’s grasp and drag her to the bed. In one fell swoop, I push Kat down forcefully onto her hands and knees on the bed, grip her hips from behind, and enter her, letting her feel every inch of me as I slide my cock into her tight wetness. “Tell me you were aching for my cock when she was licking you,” I command, pumping in and out of her all the way, pulling her hips into me.

  “Yes.”

  Bridgette crawls slowly onto the bed like a cat, her ass in the air, and positions herself shoulder to shoulder with Kat like the two of them are the bottoms in a naked-cheerleader pyramid. As I continue fucking Kat, Bridgette spreads her legs slightly, her ass in the air, giving me an unimpeded view of every inch of her ass crack and pussy all at once, gyrating her hips like she’s inviting me to fuck her in any hole.

  Bridgette’s hot, I’ll give her that, but I force myself to look away and focus on Kat. “You have a magic pussy,” I growl to Kat—but it’s actually a message for Bridgette. She can shove her pussy and asshole at me all night long, but I’ll never take the bait. I’ve got my unicorn right here and she’s all I need.

  I rub Kat’s smooth back with my palms and shift the angle of my entry on my next thrust, trying to find the exact spot inside Kat that’s gonna push her into ecstasy, and at the shift of my body, Kat inhales sharply—always a good sign—and suddenly begins gyrating her body in synchronicity with my thrusts.

  “Get it, baby,” I say. “Let’s make it rain.”

  As I continue sliding in and out of Kat’s sweet pussy with strong, deliberate strokes, Bridgette runs her fingertips down the length of Kat’s back and licks at her shoulder. In reply, Kat turns her head and kisses Bridgette, lapping at her with languid swirls of her tongue.

  Bridgette reaches out and runs her hand down the full length of Kat’s back, continuing to kiss her as she does, and Kat lets out a loud moan that makes me physically shudder with excitement. Thank you, God. If I ever doubted your existence, I take it all back.

  I change the angle of my dick yet again, and, holy shit, that’s the magic bullet. Instantly, Kat breaks away from her kiss with Bridgette, gasping and whimpering.

  “Oh my God,” she growls. “Oh, fuck. That’s it. Yes.”

  I grip Kat’s hair and pull her head back forcefully and that’s all she needs: her pussy begins clenching around my cock in rolling ripples.

  Bridgette exhales—perhaps realizing she’s not getting fucked tonight—and flips onto her back next to Kat. “You’re so sexy, honey,” Bridgette purrs. She reaches out and fondles Kat’s dangling, swinging breast. “I love watching you get fucked, pussycat.”

  At Bridgette’s touch, Kat arches her back like a cat on a hot tin roof and then forcefully slams her spine down in the opposite direction, over and over, like her body’s trying to expel a demon.

  “Kiss me, pussycat,” Bridgette purrs. “Come down here.”

  Bridgette grabs Kat’s face with her slender hands and gently pulls on her head, coaxing Kat to lie with her on the bed, and, in response, Kat slowly lowers herself, taking me and my thrusting cock with her, until Kat’s lying on her right side, kissing Bridgette passionately, while I’m spooning Kat and fucking her from behind.

  Holy fuck, this is literally the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced—way hotter than anything I did in The Club by a long mile. I’m fucking the woman I love—the woman who gets me off like no one ever has—while watching her French kiss one of the most beautiful females on the planet.

  I let my eyes drift down the length of Bridgette’s long, ridiculous body. She’s lying on her back, her legs spread, her fingers working her own clit.

  “Touch her, Kat,” I whisper into her ear. “Make her come for me.”

  I reach around and massage Kat’s clit and she moans into Bridgette’s mouth.

  “Touch her and make her come,” I command, working Kat’s clit with authority.

  Kat’s jerking with pleasure at my touch, but she nonetheless follows orders. Her hand trails down Bridgette’s torso slowly and slides straight into her pussy, taking over the job from Bridgette’s fingers. Oh my God, I’m right on the edge. I bite Kat’s shoulder and increase the speed and depth of my thrusts, groaning loudly. Oh yeah, I’m about to boil over.

  I press my lips against Kat’s ear. “You’re a sick fuck, baby,” I whisper.

  Kat moans. “Yes.”

  “Lick her tits for me,” I say. “Make her come.”

  Without hesitation, Kat bends over Bridgette and begins sucking and licking her erect nipples, all the while continuing to stroke Bridgette’s pussy—and all while getting fucked by me—and within thirty seconds, Bridgette arches her back, blurts something in German, and comes completely undone.

  It’s quite plain to see Bridgette’s orgasm is doing wonders for Kat—she’s clearly on the very brink of an epic climax herself.

  I press my lips against Kat’s ear. “Enjoy this, baby, because after tonight, your pussy’s all mine.”

  Kat lets out a pained wail, arches her back, and squirts, gushing warm liquid all over my dick and balls in a torrent.

  I jerk out of Kat, my hard-on straining, guide her quivering body onto her hands and knees, and enthusiastically suckle her pussy from behind, sucking and lapping up every drop of sweet cum off her lips like I’m licking the cream filling out of an Oreo. By the time I’ve got Kat’s pussy all cleaned up, I’m in a frenzy—completely out of my mind. I flip Kat onto her back, rest her calves on my shoulders and plunge myself balls-deep into her wetness.

  Holy fuck, I’m enraptured. Kat’s never felt this good, has she? It’s like we were designed for each other, like we’re the last two pieces of a celestial jigsaw puzzle, just now snapped into place. Oh my fucking God, Kat’s the answer to every question I didn’t even know I had.

  Kat lets out a mangled cry and I join her, groaning and growling like a man possessed as I continue fucking her with all my might.

  Bridgette, apparently recovered from her orgasm, reaches out and runs her slender fingers over the smooth skin of Kat’s thigh, even as Kat’s legs are wrapped around me.

  “No,” I bark at Bridgette, slapping at her hand. “She’s mine. Fuck off.”

  “Josh,” Kat breathes, her blue eyes blazing. “Yes.” She runs her hands into my hair and yanks on it roughly. “Yes.”

  I can’t breathe. The room is warping and spinning. Kat’s as hot as sin and as depraved as fucking hell. She’s an angel and the devil all rolled into one. And I love her more than life itself. I lean my face into Kat’s, intending to kiss her passionately, but Madame Terrorist has her own ideas. Even as I’m pumping in and out of her, Kat turns her head and levels her foe with an icy glare.

  “He’s mine,” Kat hisses, her beautiful face an inch away from Bridgette’s.

  Bridgette chuckles. “Oh, go fuck yourself, bitch—I don’t even want him.”

  “Good, because you can’t have him,” Kat spits out.

  I grab Kat’s face roughly, wrenching her attention away from Bridgette. “This isn’t about her,” I growl. I pull Kat’s arms above her head and pin her wrists together. “This is about you and me.”

  Kat’s eyes ignite at my rough touch. “Yes,” she purrs.

  “Just you and me, baby,” I say, thrusting with all my might. “No one else.”

  Kat’s eyes are absolut
ely blazing with rabid excitement. She lifts her pelvis to receive me even more deeply, her breathing ragged, and I respond by slamming her even harder with my full length.

  I lace my fingers tightly into Kat’s. “You’re all mine,” I growl, my body on the brink of release.

  “Yes,” Kat breathes. “Harder.”

  My thrusts are becoming savage. I’m on the very cusp of losing myself completely. I grip Kat’s hands in mine and stare into her blue eyes, willing myself to hang on as long as possible. Oh my God, this feels so good, I want it to last forever.

  “Yes,” Kat groans, her blue eyes leveling me, her fingers entwined in mine, her heart beating wildly against my chest.

  “You feel so good, baby,” I growl. “You always feel so fucking good.”

  Kat’s eyelids flutter. Her eyes roll back into her head. And she’s gone. Her muscles surrounding my cock begin clenching and rippling fiercely, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body.

  “Get it, baby,” I choke out. “Get it.”

  As I thrust into her, I kiss Kat voraciously and she returns my hungry kiss, enthusiastically swirling her tongue inside my mouth and devouring my lips.

  Out of nowhere, I feel fingers grip my swinging balls... followed by a wet, warm tongue lapping at them furiously... and then, holy fuck, a warm, wet mouth envelops my entire ball sack. With a loud growl, my body hurtles into a brutal release that leaves me gasping for air and certain I’m dying an extremely pleasurable death.

  Several moments later, when Kat and I have both stopped quaking, I lie on top of Kat, the most sexual and sensual and beautiful creature I’ve ever encountered—sweat pouring out every inch of my flesh, my breathing ragged, my hands still clasped tightly in hers—and I try my mighty fucking best to understand what the fuck just happened to me.

  I realize my brain is likely short-circuiting right now and my thought processes probably aren’t particularly trustworthy, but the more I ponder the situation, the more I think I know exactly what happened. In fact, yep, there’s only one sane conclusion to be reached: my magical, mystical unicorn momentarily transformed into a magical, mystical octopus with a supernatural mouth. Yep, that’s got to be it—or, at least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.