Insatiable Kate

by Dawne Prochilo

  But instead he was standing in the hallway, not twenty feet from her, holding her pink vibrator. Feeling like an idiot, Rome smacked his palm to his forehead.

  “Dumb ass,” he shook his head. Glancing down at Kate's toy, he tried to banish the thoughts of her in bed with another man bringing her to orgasm. “Cripes! Stop it!”

  As he was about turn and disappear from witnessing any further embarrassment he heard a soft sob coming from the bathroom. Kate still spoke in a hushed tone but the unmistakable weeping stopped Rome in his tracks. Had the man in there made her cry? Rome's free hand balled into a fist as his eyes squinted ready for a confrontation.

  He stepped toward the slightly ajar door. Steam escaped from the hot shower and the scent of lavender stung his nose. Glancing in the foggy mirror, he could see Kate. Alone. No one was with her in the bathroom. She'd showered alone.

  He leaned in closer, watching her wrap a lush bath towel around her voluptuous body. She tucked one corner between her significant bosoms, preventing the towel from falling. God what he'd do to tug at that towel, dropping it to the floor and reveal Kate's full breasts!

  A second later Kate's hand slid over the steamy mirror, clearing a spot for her to view her face. With the back of her hand, she wiped away tears and then gently touched the puffiness under her eyes with her fingertips. The delicate way she nursed herself broke Rome's heart. He'd kill the bastard who'd done this to her.

  His nostrils flared thinking a man had slinked out of Kate's house recently leaving her high and dry after a hit and run sexual encounter.

  A movement in the mirror caught Rome's attention. Kate smoothing lotion over her neck and shoulders. Cocking his head to the side, he watched as she lavishly spread the creamy white liquid over her soft skin. Swallowing hard, Rome shift in his stance. His cock was having fits and demanding to be freed from its confines.

  Rome imagined his hands gliding over her tender skin, smoothing the lotion in places she couldn't reach. She'd moan when his hands slid over a sensitive place and his fingertips wavered to tease. Her head would loll back as his fingers found her moist pussy and tweaked her lips.

  He would lean her against the counter, spreading her legs slightly allowing his tongue to flicker her pussy. Her essence overpowering, inviting him further. She'd place her hands on the back of his head guiding him deeper. His tongue hungrily lapping every drop of her as she pleaded with him to make her come. He'd flick with his tongue and his lips would suck every inch of her pussy.

  He'd slide his finger into her wetness and her thighs would open. When she didn't fight, he'd slide a second finger in with ease while hips kept in rhythm with his combined wetness slithering down his fingers into his palm. Her essence irresistible.

  Although he'd never had the opportunity, Rome knew he'd bury his face deep between her legs, lapping ever drop of succus from her. Her tantalizing taste would leave him begging for more and she'd roll her head side to side in release. Rome licked his lips, mesmerized by the scene playing in his head. Picturing Kate riding his fingers to pleasure was almost more than he could bear. A gasp found its way out of his throat and escaped.

  “Oh my God!” Kate's voice squealed. “How long have you been there?”

  “Umm,” Rome's voice caught in his throat. “I-I...”

  “Oh my God!” Kate tugged the towel around her tighter. “What the hell! How did you get in here?”

  Her anger exploded. Her turquoise eyes flared with a wrath ready to destroy. Rome had never seen Kate so enraged. And he appeared to be the cause of her fury.

  “Oh, man.” Rome released a sigh, opened his mouth to try and explain when Kate burst.

  “How did you get in here? Why the hell are you here? Oh my God!” Kate slung one arm through a robe she'd retrieved from behind the door. She finagled her body into the garment, never permitting the towel to reveal an inch of skin despite his sub-conscious pleas.

  “Jesus, Rome!” She struggled to tie the belt, her wet blonde hair flying wildly around her making her appear uncontrollably and God help Rome, all he could think about was what a wildcat she'd be in bed with this passion.

  He tried to explain his purpose for invading her Saturday morning but she continued, “I mean, what the fuck, do you think you can just waltz in here anytime you want!”

  “No, I came over...”

  “I mean, what the hell could you possibly need...” She stopped, her eyes traveling down and he knew exactly when she saw it. “Where did you get that?” She pointed to his hand, her eyes glued to the pink tubular object in his hand.

  “It was on the kitchen counter and...”

  “I know where it was!” Her voice wavered between mortification and hostility. She raised her arm, held up her hand and pointed at her toy. “Why do you have it?”

  “I don't know,” Rome said as he shrugged his shoulders.

  “You don't know?” Kate's voice rose an octave. “You don't know!” Now she was screaming.

  Rome held up his hands in her defense and Kate whipped her hand up, snatching away Pinkie. “Hey!” He yelled like she'd just taken away his favorite toy instead of her private pleasuring device.

  “It's mine!” She shoved it deep into her robe's pocket, glaring at him. “Why are you here?”

  “I came over to...” How could he explain that he'd come to tell her loved her and he was sorry about his past behavior when she'd just thrust Pinkie into her pocket when all he could think about was slipping it into her delicate pussy and bringing her to orgasm? His mind drifted back to the night before as she'd swaggered across the room, her ass hugging mini skirt molded to her every curve. When she strutted past him, his cock had panged in his pants, craving her and all he could do was stare at Kurt and listen to some meaningless story. He'd nodded his head, snubbing Kate's exhibition.

  Damn if he couldn't stop imagining his hands molding to her ass, squeezing her cheeks as she rode him hard, her breasts jiggling from the action. Rome could envision her hair trailing down her back as her head fell backwards from pleasure. Her pussy grinding into him deeper and deeper.

  “Well?” She planted her hands on her hips impatiently waiting for an explanation. He'd never seen her look more beautiful.

  “Huh? I came over here to... I really don't know.” He smiled, hoping he could use his charm to avoid an ass-chewing.

  Kate's eyes sparkled with fury, her chest heaved with emotion. Her breasts went up and down, her breathing hastened.

  “You don't know?”

  “No,” he chuckled, anticipating a reprieve. But apparently today was not going to be his lucky day.

  Kate started pacing in the confines of her small bathroom. She mumbled words of anger and what sounded like to Rome as personal ridicule. She ran her hands through her damp hair and proceeded to rant about privacy, men were blind and her stupidity.

  “What?” He leaned in to hear her better. “What did you say?”

  “What?” Kate appeared confused, like she had almost forgotten he was there.

  “What did you say?”

  “Nothing” she squawked. “Leave.” She waved her hand at him, dismissing him.

  “I'm not going anywhere. I came here to talk to you.”

  “Oh, you remember why you're here now?” Looking deep into her eyes, Rome recognized pain, hurt and a hint of disbelief.

  “Yes, I remember.” He stepped towards her but she eased away so he stopped. “Let's go talk.” He held out his hand to her showing her that he was being serious.

  Kate accepted his hand with hesitation but permitted his offering.

  Chapter Two

  Rome sat on the sofa, just feet away from her, and Kate became self-conscious of his presence. So close yet so far. She'd give anything to spill the truth to him but she had a gut instinct he was here for another reason. Not a good reason at that. Was this going to be the night he finally told her to leave him the hell alone? To stop pestering him like a school girl?

  Cringing inside, her stomach recoil
ed and bile began to rise in her throat. She knew it was coming but also knew nothing could prepare for his verbal rejection. She'd spent years swooning for this man and it all came down to a two-minute conversation and brush-off.

  His eyes were directed down and slowly he raised them to meet hers. Swallowing hard, she geared herself up for heartbreak. It was coming, the pain she experienced in the shower was nothing compared to what was about to be thrown on her now. Her hands twisted around her robe's belt, knotting the fabric into shreds.

  “Kate.” Rome's smooth, silky voice entering her being, she shivered.

  “Yes.” She lowered her eyes in shame.

  “We need to talk.”

  Kate sighed, turmoil continued to rise inside her. Her lower lip started to quiver and she bit down on it to prevent Rome from noticing.

  “I came here with the intention of telling you...” Rome stopped.

  Kate raised her eyes to see Rome was staring at her hip. “What?” She shook her head in confusion.

  “Do you...do you do that often?”

  “Do what?” She was beyond confusion, entering a dumbfounded state of mind now.

  “That?” He nodded his head toward her hip. She glanced in the direction he indicated to her robe's pocket where her BFF was discreetly hidden but protruded out.

  “What?” She shook her head in disbelief.

  “Do you play with yourself a lot?” His obsidian eyes scintillated with amusement.

  “What?” Her incredulity was turning into rage.

  “You know.” His head cocked over to her hip again. “How often...”

  “Oh my God! Are you serious?” Her mouth dropped. She couldn't believe she was hearing this. “You want to know how often I masturbate?”

  “Well...”

  Kate shot up and started pacing the living room, “Seriously? I can't believe this!” Her ranting continued. Names like ass, jerk and son of a bitch flew around the room at warp speed.

  The ranting halted just as quickly as it had started. Kate stopped dead in stride, glared at him, fuming. “You want to know how often I jack off? Well, I'll tell you, Mister! Whenever I fucking feel like it! Do you see men pounding on my front door waiting to fuck my brains out? Hell no!”

  Rome remained silent while Kate continued her harangue.

  “Every chance I get, I take one of those toys and ram it into my hot pussy and get off! And yes, it is a hot pussy, not that you'd know!”

  Kate glared down at Rome, who had the audacity to be sitting there, smiling up at her. The bastard is enjoying my tirade. He was actually grinning at her like a man who had just won the bet of a lifetime.

  “What the hell is so funny?” Kate placed her hands on her hips, her eyes boring down at him.

  “Nothing.” The smirk remained. He crossed his legs, one ankle resting on the other knee, his foot dangling, antagonizing her. She marched over and swatted his foot off his ankle.

  “I can't believe you're amused with this. Tell me you haven't jacked off when lonely, geez.” Lowering her head into her hands she rubbed her forehead.

  “Hung over?” Rome's tone was oozing with sarcasm.

  “No.” Kate rubbed her temples.

  “Embarrassed?”

  “No,” she spat, lowering her hands to glare at him. “I'm pissed that you apparently think you can come in here and... and...”

  “And what?” That damn smirk was getting on her nerves.

  “Get out.” Kate ordered, pointing at the front door. “Now. Just go.” Her voice quivered and she lowered her head.

  “Kate...” Rome started

  “Don't.” She tried to hide the fact that she was crying but the shaking of her shoulders gave her away.

  “Kate...”

  “Stop.” She held up her hand. “Just go, please.” Then the tears and breakdown began.

  ****

  Rome stood and closed the distance between him and Kate. Gathering her in his arms, he let her cry. He'd known her all his life and had never seen her so upset. He stroked her back as the tears fell. After a few minutes, when the worst of her breakdown appeared to be over, Rome took her by the shoulders and leaned her away from his body. Her tear-streaked face made him crumble. Had he really done this to her with his teasing?

  “I'm so sorry Kate, please forgive me,” he shushed her as tears escaped from her eyes. Using the pad of his thumb he wiped a tear away. “Please don't cry, Kate.”

  Her shoulders continued to shake and Rome pulled her closer.

  “Tell me who he is. Who hurt you? Tell me and I'll kick his ass.” He stroked her back and when her body seemed to convulse, he leaned back to see her face. He couldn't believe she was this upset. But to his surprise when he lowered his eyes to her face, she was laughing not crying.

  “What are you laughing at?”

  “You.” Kate cried in hysterics.

  “Me?” Rome shook his head, watching her try and gasp for air. “What did I do?”

  “I want to see you kick your own ass,” she spat out the words between chortling almost choking on her words.

  “What?” Rome shook his head. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “You... you said, you'd k-kick the person's ass who hurt me!” Kate's laughter was so uproarious that Rome thought she might just choke on her words.

  “Kate!” Lost in conversation he grabbed her shoulders, shaking her slightly to make her focus. “What the hell do you mean?”

  “You! You're the reason for the tears, you ass!” She wiped away a few stray tears. “You hurt me. You always hurt me.” Her mood jumped ten paces in the blink of an eye. She went from a hysterical crying woman to laughing like to a fool to a woman scorned. Rome stepped back for fear of what emotion may erupt.

  “Me?” He laid his hands on his chest.

  “Yes, you.” Her askance eyes dared him to challenge her.

  “How?” So he was a glutton for punishment.

  Kate tilted her head to the side, her luxurious long hair falling over her shoulder, her eyes displaying dubiousness of his question.

  “You really don't know, do you?”

  Rome shook his head. “Explain it to me.”

  Using the back of her hand Kate wiped away the excess tears still visible on her cheeks. Sniffling she waved her hand towards the sofa they'd just abandoned. “Sit.”

  “No, I'd rather stand.”

  “Fine.” The word escaped Kate's mouth with despicable sarcasm. She crossed her arms over her chest. “You always hurt me Rome, always have.”

  “So you've said,” he retorted, mimicking her stance. Towering over her at least five inches, he knew his looming presence could be considered dangerous and forbidden but damned if Kate didn't dismiss his domineering mood. “But tell me how.”

  “Every time I see you, you discount me. You treat me like the plague. Like I'm still a child.” Kate's eyes, full of angst hidden behind the anguish, were moist with fresh tears. “I can never do anything right in your eyes. You're very...” She flipped her hand in the air searching for the correct word. “Very... “

  “Annoying?” He offered.

  “Yes... but more.” She ignored his sarcasm.

  “Bull-headed?”

  “That too,” she continued seeking the word.

  “Sexy?” He changed his tone but Kate was too caught up in her own mind that she hadn't really heard him.

  “Yes, of course.” She bit her lower lip while thinking, unaware of his word.

  “Horny?”

  “Rome, I'm trying to think here,” she sighed, shaking her head.

  “I'm trying to get you in bed.” Rome countered.

  “Stop it, Rome.” Her annoyance was obvious. She stared past him, thinking still.

  “I'm horny.”

  “God, Rome.” Her anger was boiling again. “It's not all about you...what did you say?” Her eyes focused on him.

  “I said, I'm horny.” He stepped closer. “I have been for years.”

  “I-I...�
� Kate stumbled over her words.

  “Aren't you too, Kate?” His voice had become sultry and forbidden.

  “I-I... don't know,” she squeaked and swallowed so hard he heard it.

  “Just tell me Kate. Give me one word and I'll take you in your bedroom. I'll make you forget you Friday night toy fuck fest.” He reached up, splayed his hand behind her neck, drawing her face to his. “I want to make love to you Kate.”

  “What... Why now?” Her head shook slightly, her face and eyes appearing discombobulated.

  “I always have.” Sighing, Rome lowered his face, capturing her lips with his. She didn't hesitate giving him what he wanted. If anything, she encouraged the kiss. Her hands wrapped around his neck, fingers entwined in his hair, deepening the kiss.

  He slipped his hand inside her robe searching out her breast. A gasp escaped her mouth as he cupped her bosom, gently squeezing its plumpness. His fingertips sought out her nipple, it tightened under his touch. As he rolled the hard nub between his thumb and middle finger, she groaned in pleasure.

  “Oh God, Kate.” His words barely heard by her as she ground her hips against his. Her hand tightened their grip on his hair. Every movement she made intensified, suggesting her arousal was high.

  His hand greedily clenched her breast. “Bedroom?” His word almost lost in the passion echoing in their ears.

  “Yes.” Kate's words whispered against his lips. “Now.”

  Against personal protest, Rome removed his hand from beneath her robe and scooped her up in his arms, their lips never parting. Rushing through the room towards Kate's haven, Rome's mind was whirling. He'd finally make her his woman. He knew her feelings towards him, he'd just been too afraid to act upon them. Kurt would have his cock and balls if he knew what was happening right now. Kurt had forewarned Rome hundreds of time to not get involved with Kate.

  But dammit, how could he not?

  He'd loved Kate for years and the only reason he treated her the way he did was to keep his distance from taking her. Like he was about to do now.