by K. A. Linde
He tried to ease me back onto the bed, but I stopped him. My hand was still on his dick as I dropped to my knees before him. He inhaled sharply and then gathered my long hair into his hands.
“Open up,” he commanded.
My eyes drifted up to his, and he cocked an eyebrow. I opened my mouth, and then, with his hands still in my hair, he guided his dick between my lips.
I ran the flat of my tongue down his shaft before licking the tip. He shuddered slightly, and I took that as a good sign. I pulled him back into me, sucking his cock and enjoying the way his body reacted. The groans coming out of his mouth. The way he fisted my hair. The rock of his hips as he tried to get deeper into my mouth.
We’d done this before, of course. But this time was different. I could feel how desperately he wanted to take control. How he wanted to fuck my mouth and come deep down my throat. And I fucking loved when he did it. But right now, he was letting me take the lead. Something he rarely allowed. Something I rarely craved.
But this was powerful. It was seductive and made me delirious with need.
“Fuck,” he spat. “Oh fuck, Nat.”
“Mmm,” I moaned on his dick.
He thrust into my mouth harder, losing control. I could feel his dick thickening, preparing to unload.
“Oh Jesus, fuck.” He pulled me backward by my hair. “Fuck, wait.”
“Wait?” I asked, looking up at him with hooded bedroom eyes.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Can’t finish what I started?” I trailed my finger down his shaft.
“I want you to come with me.”
He hoisted me to my feet and then laid me back on the bed. I knew it’d pained him to stop. That he’d been so close. Just on the tip of the iceberg. But he had, and when he looked at me, it was one of desire. He wanted to worship my body.
His hands spread my legs wide. I was bare before him, like a feast at a banquet. And he wanted to devour me.
He leaned forward onto his elbows, gazing down into my eyes. His cock was poised at my entrance, waiting. I lifted my chin and pressed my lips against his.
“I want this,” I told him, rubbing my hand along his jaw. “You.”
“I have to tell you something,” he said, suddenly serious.
I laughed halfheartedly. “Right now? Really?”
I pushed my pelvis up so that the head of his penis pressed ever so slightly inside me. My eyes rolled back, and I invitingly swirled my hips.
“Open your eyes.”
Mine fluttered back open, and I smiled. “What is it you wanted to tell me?”
He looked torn for a minute before saying, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
My smile broadened, and I pulled his lips back down to mine. “Thank you,” I murmured.
Then, he thrust forward. He was gentle at first, slicking himself with my wetness. Then he bottomed out inside me, and we both groaned.
“About that slow and steady,” I said with a chuckle.
He responded by pulling out and slamming back into me. Hard and fast, just like I liked it.
“Oh,” I gasped.
“Come here,” he said. Then he hoisted me up into his arms so that I was practically sitting in his lap. He lifted me up and then forced me back down, driving himself deeper inside of me.
Our chests were pressed tight together. My arms were locked around his neck. There was nowhere else to look but deep into those blue eyes. And I was lost to them. Not to the sex we were having that was so much more than just fucking. But to his eyes and the story they told me as we slept together. The way they seemed to only see me. The window to his true emotions, which I’d thought were buried. And in truth, it was me who had hidden myself away.
Once he’d opened up, it had just unleashed from me.
He wanted this.
I wanted this.
Together, we were incredible.
I wanted this moment to last forever. To make up for those years we’d wasted with miscommunication. When I’d thought he was nothing but a conceited jerk and he’d been too wrapped up in his own problems to have something real and meaningful.
Penn’s grip tightened on my hips, and I could tell he was close. He thrust up hard inside me, and I unleashed. My orgasm sparked his own. We came together in a blur of ecstasy, and I collapsed backward on the bed.
Penn dropped down at my side. His chest was rising and falling in time with my own. I rolled over and lay my head on his shoulder.
“Wow,” I whispered. Because we’d had some great sex, but this was on another level. I hadn’t known it could get better.
“Wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. That last bit you did…just wow.”
He kissed my head and stroked my hair. “You were magnificent.”
“Mmm,” I agreed.
“Shower?”
I nodded. “I think that’s probably mandatory before round two.”
“Hey.”
“Hey,” I replied with a sigh.
“What are you doing for Halloween?”
“Is that coming up?” I rolled over to look at him.
“It’s, like, ten days away.”
“A lot can happen in ten days.”
“Yes,” he said. “We can have a lot of sex.”
“Well, then I am planning on having a lot of sex.”
He laughed. “There’s a party. I want to take you.”
“Like a date?”
“Like a date,” he confirmed.
“I could do that.”
“Yeah? Good. We’ll have to find you some lingerie.”
I raised my eyebrow. “What kind of party is this?”
“Annual Lingerie & Ears party,” Penn said. “Katherine throws it to raise money for animal hospitals and rescue shelters and sells out Club Marquee every year. It’s the best event in the city.”
“Aww,” I said. I was surprised Katherine had a charity of choice. “That’s great that the money is donated. But do I really have to wear lingerie and ears? Doesn’t that narrow down the options?”
His eyes grazed my body, and he got a good, long fill. “Most definitely.”
“Sounds like you wouldn’t mind some lingerie before the party.”
“I wouldn’t say no,” he said.
I felt his cock twitch against me, and my eyes widened. “Already?”
He rolled on top of me and grinned like a devil. “Imagining you in lingerie makes me want you.”
“Everything makes you want me.”
“Well good. Because I have every intention of fucking you all night.”
Part IV
Trick or Treat?
Natalie
27
“Must we coordinate?” I asked Katherine as I stepped out of her closet.
She took one look at my ensemble and actually applauded. “Oh my god, yes, we have to coordinate. Look at you!”
She spun me in a circle to face the tri-fold mirror. I was currently dressed in a white corseted leotard with a white garter that held up my white sheer thigh-high leggings. Emmanuel had fixed my makeup so that I shimmered brightly and my hair so that I had a fluffy halo. He had even affixed white wings, which I had no idea how I was going to get off.
“My little angel,” Katherine cheered. “These shoes.”
She pointed out white pumps, and I slipped my feet into them.
“I feel ridiculous.”
“But you look hot as fuck. And we match.” Katherine moved to stand next to me in the mirror in her devil outfit complete with horns, a tail, and a small pitchfork.
I still didn’t know how I’d ended up here, allowing Katherine to dress me up again. After her project comment, I’d felt out of sorts, but when Lewis had told me that Katherine got really bad when Penn was into someone, it had me totally on edge. I’d kept that fact from her because I had no interest in knowing what really bad actually meant.
“Perfect timing, too. The limo should be here any minute.”
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p; She grabbed her blood-red bag and handed me a matching fluffy white one. I dropped my phone, small wallet, and the bracelet Penn had gotten me inside.
“So…things with Penn are heating up?” she asked as we strode toward the elevator.
“Oh…I don’t know.”
“You looked pretty into each other at the Chloe concert.”
I shrugged dismissively. “Well, it’s new.”
“And it’s not serious?” she asked with a secret smile.
“I mean…I don’t know.”
Katherine laughed and poked the bag she’d handed me. “Oh, come on. Spill the goods. A Tiffany’s bracelet doesn’t exactly scream casual to me.”
I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. Even though I’d promised myself I wouldn’t say anything about us, I couldn’t keep it in.
“Yeah, it’s not casual. I’m not sure exactly what it is, but I’m excited.”
Katherine squealed, “I am so happy for you two!”
“Really?” I asked.
Lewis’s statement had made it seem like Katherine would go ballistic at the news. Not congratulate me.
“Are you kidding me? Of course I am! I want my friends to be happy. And you two are some of my closest friends.”
I looked her straight in the eye. I waited for the sneer to follow. For her to show her true colors. For what Lewis had said to be true.
But it just honestly wasn’t there.
Katherine looked actually pleased by the prospect of us dating. And maybe she was lying, or perhaps she was a phenomenal actress, but it made me relax. Made me stop second-guessing every interaction with her. I’d been prepared to have a horrible evening, but I wanted to have fun tonight. And Katherine was a guaranteed good time.
“Here’s the limo!” Katherine said when we stepped out of the elevator and then out onto the street.
The driver opened the door for us, and I slid in behind Katherine. Lewis was seated at one end, dressed to kill in the Black Panther villain costume for Killmonger. He was in dark pants and a long black jacket that he left open to reveal that he was bare-chested, except for a gold necklace that looked like an exact replica of the one Killmonger wore. His face lit up when I entered, and I whistled when I saw him.
“Excellent choice,” I said.
He winked at me. “I am not the only one.”
I blushed at his assessment of my lingerie. Then I found the person I was really looking for. Penn was seated closest to the front of the limo in the sharpest-cut tuxedo I’d ever seen in my life. He hadn’t told me who he was dressing up as, and now that I saw him, I realized it probably didn’t even matter with how hot he looked.
Then he withdrew a small, hopefully fake gun from his jacket pocket and held it up. “Bond. James Bond.”
My mouth watered at the sight of him. Hadn’t I thought he looked just like Bond the first night I met him? And then again when I’d seen him at the beach house. It was hardly a costume on him. He was just that attractive.
“It suits you,” I said, sidling up to his side.
He draped an arm across my shoulders and whispered in my ear, “I’m getting you out of this later.”
“What do you think, I’m some kind of Bond girl?”
“If you are, your seduction is working.”
I laughed and leaned back into him.
Katherine sank into the seat next to Lewis, and after saying hello to both of the boys, we drove over to where we were picking up Rowe.
“I don’t know why he insisted on being last for pick-up this year,” Katherine said irritably. “I’m always last. Because look at this costume.”
“No Lark tonight?” I asked.
“She couldn’t make it this close to the election. She’s out, knocking on doors for the president or something,” Katherine told me. “You should be glad you haven’t seen her right now. She’s sleep-deprived, food-deprived, and high as fuck on caffeine. She’d probably ask you if you’d voted and then manage to get all of us sick like last time.”
“That sounds like a rough job.”
“Yeah, she loves it though,” Lewis said.
“And she’s good at it,” Penn said.
“We just wish we could have more time with her when she wasn’t utterly manic,” Katherine muttered right as we stopped.
The driver hopped out and opened the door for Rowe. But instead of Rowe, a long, bare leg stepped into the car. That leg was accompanied by a stunning body and a swath of glittery red dress and bright red hair. The gorgeous woman was clearly dressed up as Jessica Rabbit.
“Uh, who the hell are you?” Katherine asked.
“Amanda,” the girl said, holding out her hand.
“I mean…what are you doing here?”
“That’s my date,” Rowe said as he slid into the backseat in a nondescript suit. He nodded his head at everyone. “Sup?”
“You didn’t say you were bringing a date.” Katherine rolled her eyes. “And I told you that you had to dress up.”
“Uh yeah, I did,” Rowe said. “Both accounts.”
Amanda leaned forward, her perfect breasts almost falling out of her costume. “He said he’s dressed up as a philosophy professor.” She ran her hand back through Rowe’s hair. He looked uncomfortable by the whole thing. “I’ve never seen a professor this hot though.”
“Oh dear Lord,” Penn groaned.
“I’m Penn,” Rowe told them easily. “Just look. Notebook.” He held up a leather notebook. “And give me a second, and I can bore you all with useless philosophical ramblings.”
Penn just shook his head. “You astound me.”
“The ethical theory of life is happiness, and happiness is about right or wrong, which brings me to my conclusion that everyone must follow a set of rules to live a life of something, something,” Rowe droned, sounding like the teacher from Charlie Brown.
Katherine and Lewis died laughing.
“Nicely played, my man,” Lewis said, shaking Rowe’s hand.
Even I couldn’t help but giggle.
“I do not sound like that,” Penn said.
“A little,” I ventured. “But I like it.”
Penn shook his head, but he was a good sport.
Jessica Rabbit unfortunately tried to carry on a conversation the rest of the way to Club Marquee. The problem was, she was utterly dull and kind of a moron. I had no idea what Rowe saw in her other than her amazing breasts. But…maybe that was enough for him. He seemed to tune everyone out well enough. At least he had that talent. Unlike the rest of us.
We pulled up outside of Club Marquee, and Katherine made her debut in her devil’s costume. She dragged me next to her so that the cameras could see that we were a matched set. After a few minutes of short interviews about the charity event, she whisked us all inside.
Club Marquee was a huge multi-floored club in the heart of the Upper East Side. Balconies overlooked the main floor, which was already packed with women dressed in scantily clad outfits and various kinds of ears dancing with men primarily dressed in suits. The three main bars on the first floor were all packed with people, but Katherine directed us to the open booth area next to the DJ. It was a prime location that overlooked the entire room…while also leaving us visible to everyone in attendance. Exactly how Katherine liked to see and be seen.
I stepped up onto the booth with Penn at my back and was surprised to find Camden Percy already in attendance. He was dressed as Clark Kent, complete with glasses.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Katherine asked.
“Hello to you, too, darling,” he said, roughly gripping her and planting a kiss on her bright red lips.
She pulled out of his grip and rubbed her arm. “I see you haven’t had enough to drink. You’re still being almost pleasant.”
“I’ll be sure to be less pleasant later,” he said and grabbed her ass as she scoffed and pushed past him.
I wanted to get far away from Percy, but Penn was staring at the man standing next to him.
“Fuck,” he snapped viciously.
“What?” I asked.
“Penn!” Camden cheered, gesturing us closer. Anything that made Camden that happy could not be a good thing. “Look who I found in the crowd.”
The man next to him was extremely attractive. Tall, dark hair, and a smile that could light up a room. He wore a custom-tailored suit that had to have cost a fortune and held a dirty martini glass to his full lips. He had his other arm slung around a woman in a silky red baby-doll dress and bunny ears. When the waitress handed her a glass of champagne, she passed her a hundred-dollar bill and told her to keep them coming.
Penn placed his hand on the small of my back, and I could feel the tension rolling off of him. But he didn’t say anything.
“Where are my brother’s manners?” the man with the martini glass said. He bent dramatically at the waist to kiss my hand. He looked up at me with baby-blue eyes I’d recognize from a mile off and a smile that screamed troublemaker. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Penn’s older and much more handsome brother, Court. Court Kensington.”
Natalie
28
I hastily withdrew my hand from his grasp. “Uh, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Natalie.”
Penn was seething at my back. I didn’t know their history. Or anything but that his brother was a train wreck. But even if I’d known nothing about Court Kensington, Penn’s reaction right now was enough for me to realize that I should stay far away.
“I must say that your angel is stunning,” Court said with a smile that mirrored his brother’s to a T. It was a little unnerving.
“Well, thank you.”
“And introduce your friend,” Camden said. “She’s a real charmer.”
The woman next to Court finally looked up from her champagne flute and smiled at me and Penn. “Jane Devney,” she said, holding her hand out. I shook her hand as she just barreled forward. “You look so familiar, Natalie. Have we met before? Were you in Paris last summer?”
“Actually, I was.” I stared at her and tried to place her. But she had one of those faces that just didn’t stick.