“Stop laughing,” she says, poking me in the shoulder.
“Sorry, can’t help it. This whole thing just makes me laugh.”
“Glad we’re so hilarious,” she says.
“Dinner!” her dad suddenly says, his eyes flickering with enthusiasm as Melvin walks into the room with several plates filled with what looks like roast lamb and curry.
“Smells delicious,” I say as he places it down in front of me.
“Enjoy,” he says, winking, and then places down the plates for everyone else. “Bon appétit!”
“Mel,” Kat says as he’s about to walk off. She grabs an empty chair next to her and drags it back, patting the seat. “Come eat with us.”
Melvin gazes at her, then her parents, probably unsure of what to do.
“C’mon,” Kat says, still patting the chair.
Her generosity still amazes me to this day. She’s so casual about it even though many wouldn’t even think about inviting their own butler to dinner. She does because she loves him. And I love her for it.
Melvin stammers, “Are you sure—”
“Mom and Dad won’t mind, will you?” She side-eyes them both.
“Um … sure, why not,” her dad says awkwardly, clearing his throat as he gazes at Melvin. “You deserve to enjoy your own cooking. It is amazing, after all.”
Melvin smiles and approaches the table, gently sitting down like he’s afraid his mere presence will break the table.
Kat quickly runs to the kitchen and comes back with a plate filled with food. “There you go.” She places it down in front of him, smiling.
She looks up at him like others would look at their parents. Maybe Melvin has been more of a dad to her than her real dad ever was.
“Thank you, Miss,” Melvin says, grabbing his fork and knife.
“Don’t thank me. Thank yourself.” She pats him on the back. “You did all the cooking.”
She winks at him then sits down again. When things get silent, she adds, “Well, dig in, everyone!”
So we all start eating. The moment the food hits my tongue, it’s as if I’m in heaven. Fuck, this is some good shit. It’s so good, it almost makes me groan.
“That good, huh?” Kat says, snorting.
“What?” I mutter as I’m chewing.
She swallows down the food and licks her lips. “You moaned a little.”
“Shit, did I?” Guess who’s fighting the embarrassment now? Me.
However, everyone’s laughing, so I guess I am too. I’m normally never this at ease, but with Kat around, it all comes so naturally.
Suddenly, Kat flings herself around my neck and kisses me on the cheeks.
“What was that for?” I ask, surprised.
She shrugs. “No reason. I just love you.”
It’s the first time she’s said that to me. It makes me want to grab her, pin her down, and kiss her hard. But that wouldn’t be appropriate in front of her parents.
So I smile and say, “I love you too.”
But as we’re continuing our dinner, I take out my phone and quickly send her a chat message through the same old site we always went to. The one where we met.
D: I’m going to make you prove that to me. You know that, right?
It takes her seconds to grab her phone and glance at me from the corner of her eyes before tapping on the screen to send something back. I won’t look. I enjoy surprises.
NaughtyKitten: You’re still on the site?
D: So are you.
NaughtyKitten: Touché. I guess I like the excitement just a little too much. I won’t talk to other men, I swear.
D: I trust you.
NaughtyKitten: Yay <3
D: No reason to give up something we both enjoy. I wasn’t kidding about the proof part, by the way.
NaughtyKitten: Oh, I know … I wasn’t expecting anything less than complete degradation from you.
D: Good, because when we get home, your ass is gonna be mine.
As I tuck the phone away, I grin and so does she.
That’s when I realize … everything will turn out just fine.
Especially when I look at her. My KittyKat. The girl who makes my heart stop every time I look at her. The girl who takes my breath away and makes my cock hard time and time again. The girl who keeps me guessing … who always manages to surprise me with her quirks and kinks. The girl who stumbled into my life like it was no big deal … even though it was. The biggest deal of a lifetime. And I can’t wait to find out what else this naughty kitten has in store for me.
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My name is Thomas and I’m always hard.
No really, that’s my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine … literally.
I can’t help it that my name suits me well.
You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it’s gonna be mine.
One night. No names. No phone numbers. Just me, her, and pure pleasure.
Except, that one girl turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.
Why?
Because I broke my cardinal rule …
Never bang a student.
* Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled screwing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with ice cream, rainbows, and unicorns? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with giant balls … Don’t even bother.*
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Chapter One
Thomas
The music isn’t the only thing in this club that’s hard.
What, too much?
Deal with it.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to get laid. It’s a good way to blow off steam.
Talking about steam … God, just looking at all these girls glistening with sweat as they shake their asses makes me horny. Time to find what I came here for.
I slide through the people across the dance floor, tapping my foot a few times because the music is so damn catchy. They’re playing a good old 90’s song called “My Love” by Route 94, and I can feel the bass vibe through my skin. As I check out all the girls around me, I let myself go with the music, dancing to the beat.
I glance around the room and spot a girl with a drink in her hand, dancing on her own.
And not just any girl.
That girl.
The girl with the smoking hot body, barely hidden in a pink knee-length skirt and crop top, dancing on black leather wedges. Her bob cut hair, all shades of red, sways while she shuffles on her feet, casually sipping from her drink. Her eyes are focused on the floor, like she’s not even aware of the fact that she’s being watched. And oh … do I love watching her.
After a few seconds, she sits down at the bar, taking a quick sip of her drink, while I sit down at the other end and watch her from the corner of my eye.
She turns her head, and in an instant, our eyes connect.
Smoldering heat.
That’s all there is as the people around us dance, but I don’t even see them anymore. All I see is her. That girl … the girl I’m going to bang tonight.
That’s what I came here for.
Is it shallow?
Maybe, but then again … nothing wrong with just wanting a fuck.
And by the looks of it, so does she.
Her eyes glimmer in the dark, a curious smile on her face. A green and purple flash of light reflects from her nose where a tiny crystal bud rests. I can’t help but wonder where else she has those.
She sets her empty glass down, gets up, and turns around, but not before throwing a final glance at me. I get up too and follow her through the dancing crowd. She disappears behind a column, and
I lose sight of her.
No fucking way she’s getting away.
I follow her trail through the club, passing through the crowd like they don’t even matter. I’ve seen many girls come and go, but this one, in particular, catches my eye more than any of the other girls here do. I don’t know. All I know is I have to find her.
So I keep looking until I finally do.
There, in the middle of the dance floor alone, she dances. Her fingers brush through her hair as she sways her hips, her eyes closed, focused on the sound of the music drowning out whatever needs to be silenced.
Just the way I like it.
I step closer until she finally raises her head and sees me.
Her eyes, hidden under thick lashes, sparkle with enthusiasm as she looks up at me. She playfully bites her lip as I approach, and I reciprocate with an added tongue swipe.
Her brow rises as I place my hand on her hip, pulling her closer toward me.
She hesitates a second, but when the beat drops, her hands slide up to my shoulders, and she starts to dance. The friction between us is undeniable, her ass swaying side to side against my hands. I cop a feel, which she doesn’t seem to mind. We inch closer and closer, her eyes irresistible, but her mouth even more so. When our lips almost touch, her lips part.
“Who are you?” she whispers.
“Call me John …” I murmur.
“John who?”
“John Doe.”
She smirks. “Your real name.”
I twirl her around in my arm and lean on her shoulder, my lips dangerously close to her neck. She takes in a sharp breath of air as my teeth graze her skin, my breath probably already setting her on fire.
“Do you really want to know?”
Slowly, she nods her head.
“Hmm … all right. Because you’re so curious. Let’s do two questions.”
“Two?”
“You ask me a question, I answer, then I ask you a question, and you answer.”
“Okay. Who goes first?” she asks.
“You.” I smirk.
“Why did you pick me?”
“I saw you in your high heels and your tight skirt. I like how you looked back,” I whisper, licking my lips. “My turn. Do you like to dance with strangers?”
“Is that a real question?”
“Ah-ah,” I say. “Can’t answer with a question.”
“Okay. Well, then I guess … maybe?”
“Hmm …”
Her hips grind against mine as we lose ourselves in the music. My body close to hers, it’s almost as if we’re becoming one. We don’t know each other … and that makes it perfect.
“My turn,” she says. “Do you do this often?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not really an answer,” she says.
“Then don’t ask a question that can be answered with just one word,” I muse.
She sighs. “You’re a know-it-all, aren’t you?”
“I just like games and rules,” I say with an arrogant smile. “Last one … What would you say if I took you home tonight and fucked you like you’ve never been fucked before?”
She sucks in a short breath.
I place a hand over her mouth. “Don’t answer yet. Dance with me first.”
We dance some more, my hands incapable of staying off her. As I become heady from the lust, I press a soft, succulent kiss on her neck, which creates goose bumps all over her body. Her body melts in my arms, and my cock stiffens in response.
“I can’t control myself …” I whisper into her ear.
She twists around in my arms again, and we dance closer than before, my hands on her body in places they shouldn’t be. She leans in, so I go in for the kill.
I kiss her full on the lips, enjoying the spicy taste of her drink.
She kisses me back just as fervently, and I take it as a sign to kiss her harder, faster. I show her what’s in store for her if she goes home with me. And right when she becomes needy, I stop, pull back, and let her suck in the empty air.
“Are you game?” I ask.
“Yeah …” she mutters under a heavy breath.
“No names. No numbers.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Fuck yes, it is.”
“Hmmm …” A smile forms on her lips. “I like dangerous.”
I grin. “You sure, redhead?”
She grabs my hand firmly, which tells me she’s ready.
And it also tells me she’s just as nuts as I am.
Going home with a stranger to have sex with them is pretty much the most reckless thing you can do. But it’s also one of the most exciting things ever, and I know she knows that too. I can see it in her eyes.
So I pull her with me, away from the crowd, and out of the club.
I hail a cab and open the door for her like a true gent. I slide in after her and tell the cabby to drive us to my place. She sits in the corner, her fingers curling through her hair as she stares out the window. When I clear my throat, she looks my way.
“You know you can say no anytime you want. Turn this cab around. You’d never hear from or see me again.”
“I know.” She shrugs.
I slide closer and put my arm around her. “Or … I can show you the night of your life.”
She grins. “Now, you’re talking.”
Minutes later, we’re stumbling through my apartment door, kissing and tearing our clothes off each other. Her kisses are reckless and wet and so fucking good that I can’t get enough of them. She struggles to breathe as my tongue dips into her mouth, and I circle around, wanting more.
I pull her with me through my living room, and when only her bra and panties are left, I shove her up against my wall.
“You ready for this?” I growl.
“Yes …”
“You sure ‘bout that? Things can get … rough.”
“I like rough,” she hums, biting her lip again.
Goddammit, it’s so fucking hot; I want to ravish her.
So I press a kiss to her neck and suck, hard—so hard it leaves a red mark, and a short moan escapes her mouth.
“I’ll hear more of those tonight …” I murmur against her ear, as I take her earlobe into my mouth and suck.
“Give it to me,” she whispers.
I nibble a little. “Oh, I can give it to you all right … but it’s gonna be my way only.”
I cup her tit and squeeze, moaning as I take her mouth with mine. I can’t help it; I’m always a little possessive over the girls I conquer, but this one especially.
I don’t know why, but there’s something about her … something mysterious that I want to discover.
“You have courage,” I whisper against her lips. “Going along with a stranger, having wild sex.”
“I’m just very naïve …” she muses playfully. “Or I just know who to trust.”
“Do you now?” I raise a brow. “Well, you picked the wrong guy.”
“Good. I like wrong.”
Her grin makes me want to grab her and show her who’s in charge.
But … I don’t want to push it … yet.
First, she needs to relax. Maybe a good pussy tonguing will do. Then comes the hard fuck.
I lick her lips as I pull her bra off in one go, which seems to surprise her a little.
“Had practice,” I say.
“I can tell.”
“Is that wrong?”
“I know I’m not the first …” She shrugs. “I like a man who knows what he’s doing.”
“Good, because I sure as fuck do.” I kiss her and then lower myself until I’m right in front of her panties. I hook my fingers under the fabric and pull it down her legs.
Her pussy glistens with wetness as I slide a finger up and down her slit. She shudders with delight.
“How long has it been?” I ask. “You seem … nervous.”
“Not gonna tell,” she says.
“Hmm … You know I’ll want to make you tell me.”
She licks her bottom lip, seductively gazing down at me. “Try me.”
Oh … I will.
I give her a wicked smile and then lean in, blowing hot air onto her eager pussy. Goose bumps scatter, and I take it as a sign to dive in. Her moans entice me as I lick her pussy, swiveling my tongue back and forth across her slit. She tastes so fucking good; I could do this all night long.
My cock grows, tenting my pants as I suck her wet pussy dry. I fucking love the taste of her, and it makes me want to put my hands all over her. But first, she has to come.
I circle her clit and press down, making her squeal with delight, her fingers scratching my back.
“Fuck …” she moans.
“I will soon, but I want you to come first.”
“Like this? I don’t know if I can …”
“Sure you can.” I grab her ass and push her up the wall, burying my face between her legs. “Just gotta let go.”
“Jesus, where’d you learn to do that?” she moans.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to,” I mumble, and then continue eating her out.
Her fingers claw at me as I push her to her limit, sucking and licking my way to her orgasm. I love the sounds she makes, interrupted only by desperate breaths and quivers. She’s unlike any girl I’ve had before. So inexperienced, but eager to learn. And it turns me on like nothing else can.
My cock is about to burst from my pants, so I growl, “Come. Now. Before I shove my cock up your pussy and make you come.”
“Fuck!” she yells.
And I can feel her explode in my mouth.
She quakes in my arms, her whole body rocking up and down as she grinds on my face. All her delicious juices drip down, and I moan from the taste. So fucking good, it riles me up like no tomorrow.
I lower her and immediately smash my mouth to hers.
She seems surprised, as her eyes are still wide open when I take my lips off hers.
“Wow …”
“What?”
“I’ve never … come that fast. Or against a wall.”
I raise a brow. “Never?”
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