by Roxie Noir
Then he was pushing her bra off her other nipple, taking that one in his fingers, brushing his palm against it softly. She could feel his cock twitch against her and Katrina closed her eyes against the throbbing ache that was all she could feel.
In seconds, she’d undone her bra and Zach grabbed it off of her and tossed it away, groaning as he pressed his face into her. Then he put his hands on her thighs and slid them under her skirt, which had ceased to cover anything at all, and looked over Katrina’s shoulder.
She looked too, and realized that they were perfectly reflected in the mirror on the wall opposite the bed. Zach watched over her shoulder and squeezed her ass with both hands.
“I’ve got the perfect three-sixty view,” he said.
Katrina scrunched her nose, just a little, and looked away from the mirror, and Zach raised his eyebrows.
“What?” he asked.
She just shrugged.
“If I could mount a mirror on every surface and watch you from every angle, I’d do it,” he said, leaning forward. Even though she was straddling him, their faces were nearly even. “Do you have any idea how hot that would be, getting to watch a hundred of you at once?”
He pushed down on her hips, and Katrina could feel her clit grind against Zach’s thick erection, and it felt like something inside her reached melting temperature.
“You feel how hard you make me?” he whispered.
Katrina gasped and moved her hips against him, the ache inside her only building. Her brain felt fuzzy, like Zach was the only thing in focus. She ran her hands down his chest again, then unbuttoned his shirt as fast as she could and he took it off, throwing it behind him.
Then he took her by the waist again and grinned at her.
“You ready?” he asked, pushing her back onto the bed, practically tossing her off of him, almost like she was weightless.
Katrina yelped, landing and bouncing, but Zach was already on top of her, grabbing her underwear and pulling them off, his lips on the spot between her breasts, then her stomach, her bellybutton, and then he was shoving her skirt up around her waist and pushing her legs apart, his breath warm against her inner thighs.
At the first flick of his tongue across her clit, Katrina arched her back and in response, Zach’s fingers dug into her thighs. The pressure felt good and solid, like there was something anchoring her down to the bed as Zach licked at her, alternating slow circles with fast, short pulses, driving her crazy.
She fought the urge to grab his hair and simply shove his face into her, but she wanted to desperately, wanted to drive his tongue inside her and feel him there.
Instead, he slowed again, the fast strokes fading into slow, languorous circles that went wider and wider until he licked slowly down her slit, his tongue parting her lips and delving, just barely, into her core.
Katrina gasped, her back arching even harder, and her fists turned white on the bedspread. Zach did it again, his tongue reaching in further this time, and she moaned, Zach’s tongue exploring inside her as far as he could reach.
Then he moved again, his tongue stroking her clit once more, long and hard this time, steady building to a climax. One of his hands left her thigh, and Katrina held her breath until she felt his fingertips against her opening, sliding in bit by bit as if he was teasing her. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her toes curling in anticipation.
His fingers just inside her, he stopped. Katrina’s eyes flew open.
“Should I make you cum?” Zach asked.
“Yes!” Katrina gasped, practically shouting.
“Now?” he asked, pushing his fingers just a little further inside her. “Like this?”
“God, yes, please,” Katrina said.
She was so, so close.
At all once, Zach licked her again, hard and slow, and entered her with his fingers, their rough pads sliding against the sensitive spot inside her. He licked her again and again and bent his fingers exactly the right way and then Katrina couldn’t hold back any longer and she came, crying out wordlessly, the bedspread tight underneath her fists as the feeling crashed through her, unrelenting, wave after wave rocking through her.
Zach didn’t stop until she was utterly sated and barely able to move, and then he crawled over top of her, his handsome face grinning as Katrina lay there, panting.
“Holy shit, Zach,” she managed to gasp. She reached up and put her hands on his hard, muscular shoulders and brought him down to her, kissing him hard the mouth. She could taste herself but she didn’t mind, not even as Zach’s tongue plundered her mouth and he pressed his body against hers.
Despite herself, she wrapped her legs around him, feeling the thick rod of his erection against her again.
He took one of her hands in his and she bit his lip as he slid her palm down his torso, past his waist and to the bulge in his pants. Katrina grabbed it and Zach growled at her again. The sound was low, dangerous, and thrilling.
She could feel the ache building again, the same low, throbbing ache she thought had just been sated, and she pushed Zach off of her.
He stood, getting off the bed, and she sat in front of him and tore his pants off. His cock sprang free, long and thick, and something inside Katrina started buzzing with anticipation as he stepped back to take his pants off, then grabbed her and pulled her to stand in front of him, her back to his front.
In moments he’d unzipped her skirt and pushed it off, and then Katrina could feel his erection against her, hot and insistent. Her eyes slid to the right and there they were, in that full-length mirror, Zach’s hard muscles against her soft curves.
He moved his arms around her and took her breasts in his hands, squeezing her nipples between his fingers until she gasped, watching everything in the mirror.
“See how hot this is?” he whispered into her ear. “Think you could learn to like watching?”
“Maybe,” Katrina said, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
“I think you already like it,” he said. He slid one hand down to her hip and pressed himself against her, his fingers digging into her flesh. “I think you’re a lot dirtier than you let on.”
I didn’t think I was until now, Katrina thought. His erection pressed into her again, and her ache grew.
She wanted him, now.
Still looking into the mirror, she leaned forward slowly until her hands were resting on the bed, her back arched, and Zach put one hand on her shoulder and the other on his cock, guiding it to her wet, waiting entrance.
He pushed against her opening, then hesitated for a second and took a deep breath, sliding a hand around her hip.
“Don’t block my view,” Katrina said. Her voice was low and husky, and she barely recognized it. “I want to watch you fuck me.”
Zach’s face in the mirror was pure lust as he slid inside her with one hard motion, his hips coming flush with her ass as their eyes met in the mirror. Katrina felt like sparks showered all over her, Zach’s perfect thickness filling her completely, pressing on pleasure spots deep inside that she didn’t even know she had.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror or from Zach, all the muscles in his body tensing as he pulled out and then thrust inside her again, even deeper this time, burying himself completely.
“Oh,” Katrina said, the small sound involuntary as her eyes slid shut with sheer pleasure, no matter that she desperately wanted to watch. Zach thrust again and this time Katrina rocked back to meet him.
White spots melted across her vision and she opened her eyes again, looking in the mirror. Zach took her by the shoulders and lifted until she was nearly standing, held upright by his arms. Her back was arched and he was still inside her, thrusting deep.
“Now I can whisper dirty things in your ear,” he said, his voice a growl.
“Like what?” Katrina whispered. She felt like she could barely talk, let alone remember what words to say.
“Like how being inside you feels so fucking good,” he said.
He
thrust again, hard and deep, and Katrina knew she was getting close to the edge again even though she never wanted it to end.
“Fuck, Zach,” she whispered.
“Like how when you say my name that like it’s almost enough to make me cum,” growled.
“What if I told you I’ve never cum that hard before,” Katrina whispered.
Zach groaned, burying his face in her hair.
“Make me cum again,” she half-whispered, half-moaned, pressing herself back against him.
He braced his forearm across her chest and put one hand on her other hip, still watching in the mirror. Then he pulled all the way out.
Katrina frowned, but before she could say anything Zach had buried himself in her again, hard and fast and deep and then he did it again and again, slow and hard.
“Oh fuck that feels so good,” Katrina heard someone say. “Don’t stop, please, God, don’t stop.”
Then she realized it was her, just as the words turned into moans, the hard, steady thrusts driving her up and up until Katrina saw sparks in front of her eyes.
“I want to feel you cum again,” Zach whispered in her ear. “And I want to watch you.”
“Fuck,” Katrina gasped.
Then she reached the edge and went over, the orgasm so intense that she felt like she was falling endlessly through space, utterly unaware of anything except the spasms wracking her body and Zach holding onto her, holding her up, Zach inside her. It felt like it lasted forever, until it finally subsided and she realized that somehow, she was still standing, breathing like she’d run a marathon.
Zach had slowed and was grinning at her in the mirror.
“Don’t stop,” she said, pushing back against him. He thrust inside her again with a groan.
“Do you know how sexy that was?” he asked.
“Cum inside me,” Katrina said. “It’s okay.”
Zach groaned, and seconds later she could feel him jerk inside her as he dug his fingers into her hip again, his arm around her so tight she could barely breathe.
After a long time, he relaxed and wrapped both arms around Katrina, kissing her gently on the top of her head, and she turned her neck and kissed him on the mouth while he was still inside her, slowly going soft.
They both crawled onto the bed and lay there. Katrina was fairly certain that she was never going to be able to move again, but then Zach flopped an arm over her and she nestled into his side contentedly.
“I don’t know if I can ever get a boner again after that,” he finally said. “I might just be done forever.”
Katrina lifted her head and looked at him.
“Forever?” she asked.
Eyes still closed, he grinned.
“Maybe not forever,” he admitted.
Katrina rested her chin on his chest.
“Good,” she said.
“Filthy,” Zach said, stroking her back.
“Me?” Katrina asked, tracing one finger over the hard lines of his abs.
“Don’t act innocent,” he said. “You’re so respectable on the outside, no one would ever know how dirty you can be.”
Katrina felt a blush creep up her cheeks, and she just looked at Zach.
“I’m not, usually,” she admitted.
He opened his eyes and tilted his head up.
“You should be,” he said. “That was unbelievable.”
Katrina turned pinker, her face burning.
“Thanks,” she said, not knowing what else to say.
Zach laughed. Then he rolled over onto his side and looked dead into her eyes, taking her hand in his.
“Katrina,” he said. “I fully intend to find every filthy, dirty, incredibly sexy thing that you can possibly say, and I am going to enjoy every last one of them.”
She laughed.
“Starting in thirty minutes,” Zach said.
11. Zach
Zach woke up to the slow chime of church bells. He was wrapped around Katrina, and she was still fast asleep in his arms, her chest rising and falling.
The bells kept going, and he pushed his face further into her hair.
I didn’t see the church when we got in last night, he thought. But then again, I was drugged and distracted.
Katrina stirred in his arms, stretching and yawning. She finally grabbed her phone off the nightstand and hit a button. The bells stopped.
“We slept in,” she said, still not getting up.
“I thought we were on the run,” Zach said. He inhaled deeply, enjoying her half-floral, half-citrus scent.
“I still wanted to get up early,” she said. “The early bird gets the worm, you know?”
“I’ve been getting too many worms lately,” Zach said, and Katrina laughed.
“What does that even mean?” she asked.
“I’ve been getting up early too much, I guess? I don’t know, it’s early.”
“It’s already 7:30.”
Zach grabbed an extra pillow from behind himself and bopped her with it. Katrina squealed, then grabbed it and shoved it back at him, but Zach grabbed it from her easily and tossed it off the bed.
“Nice try,” he said.
Katrina made a face and shoved at him with both hands, but Zach didn’t budge.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he asked lazily.
He’d already had an erection, and it was just getting harder the more she touched him.
Katrina scrunched her face together and tried harder, to no avail.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Zach finally said. He rolled over so he was on top of her, their faces nearly touching. “Are you done trying to shove me off the bed?”
“I’ll get you when you least expect it,” Katrina said, squirming beneath him, her eyes laughing.
So we’ll be doing this again, Zach thought. I wouldn’t mind waking up this way all the time.
He kissed her hard, barely awake but already hungry. This time she yielded to him, her soft mouth opening under his, her hips rising to meet him, and then she had one back on his back and the other was wrapping itself around his cock.
Zach groaned.
“Good morning,” Katrina said, her voice low and sultry as her hand stroked his shaft. “Someone’s already awake.”
“He’s an early riser,” Zach muttered into her neck.
Her hips moved again and then her thighs wrapped around his hips, the his whole length pressed against her, and this time Katrina made a small, hungry noise in the back of her throat.
Zach chuckled.
“Don’t act like I’m the only one here who’s awake,” he whispered, and leaned on one elbow, tweaking a nipple.
Then, all in one motion, she moved her hips again and suddenly Zach felt himself slide inside her, the rush of pleasure making him lightheaded even as he tightened his hands around her shoulders, pushing himself into her.
“Mmmm,” Katrina said. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed, and for a long moment Zach was stuck motionless, her muscles pulsing slightly around him. Then she let go and Zach thrust again, slow and hard and deep, and heard that noise again.
“Is that how you like it?” he whispered.
“It is right now,” she whispered back. Her eyes were half-closed, and she looked like some sort of dirty angel, her blond curls spread out around her as their bodies moved in rhythm.
“I’m not gonna last long,” he said, watching a pink flush rise into Katrina’s cheeks.
“You don’t need to,” she said. “I dreamed about you and woke up wet.”
Zach grinned.
“I really won’t last if you keep talking dirty,” he said.
“Just give it to me hard and deep,” Katrina said, and her eyes slid closed.
Zach didn’t need to be told twice, and moments later, Katrina’s nails dug into his sides and she threw her head back against the pillow, her pulse beating against her pale throat.
She cried out and Zach could feel her muscles clench around him in a hard, fast rhythm, but he held himself
back from the edge by sheer willpower.
“Zach,” she whispered, and that was all it took. He felt like he exploded, totally lost in Katrina, and he buried his face in her neck as pressed himself into her, grinding their hips together.
After he finished, he lay on top of her for long moments, both of them breathing in time. Then at last, Zach rolled off and curled himself around Katrina.
“I meant to get out of bed,” she said after a while.
“Yeah,” he said. “I did too.”
As he pulled on his pants and shirt, Katrina peeked out between the blinds, surveying the motel’s parking lot.
“Anything?” Zach asked.
Frankly, between being drugged and then the incredible time he’d had last night — and that morning — he’d kind of forgotten that they were escaping Katrina’s sinister boss and his minions. But they didn’t seem to have caught up yet, and for all Zach knew, maybe they’d given up already.
“All right,” he said. “What’s the plan?”
“No idea,” Katrina admitted. “I have no idea who they’re working with, or what they were even trying to do to you.”
“Me either,” said Zach. “But it definitely wasn’t legal, so maybe we could just start with the police?”
Katrina sat at the small, grungy table, leaned her head on one hand, and considered this.
“That’s not a bad idea,” she said. “If we can get them to search the premises, we could show them the creepy cold storage facilities. I’m sure they’ve erased the security tapes by now, but it might at least be something.”
Zach nodded. It wasn’t like he had a better idea.
“Is there some sort of governing body that oversees... science?” he asked.
It felt like the kind of thing he ought to know.
Katrina laughed.
“Not that oversees science crime,” she said. “That’s all the same people that oversee regular crime. I think we should go to the Salt Lake police. It’s a big city, it isn’t like MutiGen could buy off the whole force. They’ve got resources.”
She went quiet for a moment, examining the fake wood on the top of the table.