by T. Massey
He chuckled wickedly and kissed her again, this time more passionately. “I thought about doing that,” he murmured, letting his hands roam down to cup her bottom. He lifted her out of the water slightly and pinned her against the poolside. She could feel his pelvis grinding against hers. “And that,” he said, squeezing his hands around her slightly. His fingers drifted just under her bikini bottoms, but he raised his hands again to cup her face while he kissed her. “And I really wanted to do this,” he said. James let his hands drift lower and lower until both covered her triangle bikini top. His thumbs played at the edges of the suit.
“I thought about it too,” Cat said. “I've always had an eye on you.”
“Don't think I don't know that, baby,” he told her. “I've been around the block a few times. But I saw you too.”
She was slightly embarrassed at the thought that he knew she'd been watching him like a silly schoolgirl, but those thoughts quickly faded when he ground his hips against hers. Their breaths were both heavy when he pulled the top of her bikini open, exposing her breasts. Her nipples hardened at the new sensation of being exposed, and she heard him groan.
James caressed her breasts while he kissed her, paying special attention to her ever-hardening nipples. Suddenly he broke their kiss to dip his head down and take one of her nipples in his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth quickly and she moaned. “Oh my God,” she breathed.
He chuckled. “If you're getting this hot just from that, I can only imagine what you'll do when I do this,” he said, abruptly untying one side of her bikini bottom. Her warm pussy felt cool with the pool water on it. James undid the other side and tossed her bikini bottoms on the pool deck. He kissed her again, then cupped her pussy with his hand. His middle finger teased her slit, and Cat felt like she was going to float away.
“Please,” she said, bucking her hips toward him, begging him to touch her more deeply. He smiled and let his middle finger push between her pussy lips to touch her hot wetness. He slid his finger up and down, keeping his eyes locked on her face to see her every reaction to his sweet torture. Slowly, he dipped one finger inside her and swirled it around. Cat moaned, her voice high-pitched and youthful. None of the boys she'd dated before had made her feel this way.
James smiled, pleased with himself. “God, you're sexy,” he whispered, continuing to thrust his finger in and out of her. “I want to fuck you right here,” he purred.
Cat moaned. “So do it,” she begged, challenging him to go further. She tugged his boxer briefs down, releasing what had to be the biggest cock she'd ever seen. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed.
He laughed. “I guess I get that a lot.”
She was back to being the seductress, taking his face in her hands and kissing him softly. She brought her mouth to his ear, nibbling gently, then whispered, “I think you should fuck me until I'm sore. Right here.”
He needed no further invitation and plunged himself deep inside her. She cried out but he quickly shushed her. There were neighbors, after all. He started to move, pumping in and out and swirling his hips in little circles. “Oh my God, James...” Cat breathed.
“Mhmm, baby?” James said, breaths coming in gasps.
“Jesus Christ, you're big,” she moaned, tilting her hips to meet his thrusts.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, punctuating it with a big thrust.
Cat couldn't help but cry out. “Fuck,” she squealed. “Oh God, you're gonna make me cum,” she panted.
He thrusted harder, faster, deeper, the look on his face one of sheer determination. He kissed her hard and bit her bottom lip gently, reaching one hand down to rub her clit. The water was splashing and rippling around them wildly.
As soon as he touched her, she exploded, clenching tightly around him and pulling him close. He once again took her nipple in his mouth and this time gently rubbed his teeth on it. She was over the edge and seeing stars. “Yes, baby, cum for me,” he hissed.
She was still shaking from her orgasm when moments later he shuddered and groaned, spilling himself inside her.
They remained like that for several moments, completely spent and satisfied.
Cat was the one to finally break the silence. “Well, it was nice to meet you,” she said, a laugh in her voice.
He chuckled. “You're something else, Catrina. Something else.”
She smiled back at him, absentmindedly stroking his face.
“Would you like to stay with me tonight?” he asked her, face buried in her chest.
“Absolutely,” she breathed.
He carried her to his home, gently tucking stray strands of her blonde hair behind her ears. Inside, he brought her to perhaps the largest and most elaborate shower she'd ever seen. The water fell like rain from the ceiling, and they both stepped in.
“You're fascinating, you know,” he told her as he stood behind her, soaping off the remnants of the pool chlorine.
“How am I fascinating?” Cat asked, disbelieving.
He chuckled in her ear. “You're real. You're not one of those money-hungry women I meet at one social event or another.” He was drifting both his hands over her body as he kissed her neck. “It fascinates me.”
She giggled a bit. “Well, thank you, I suppose. I've got to admit, you're a lot more low-maintenance than I thought you'd be.” She picked up his right hand. “See? No manicure,” she laughed softly.
“No manicure indeed,” he confirmed. “Why, pray tell, would I want a manicure?”
“It seems like the rich people thing to do,” she said, matter-of-factly. “But you're not like that. And I like you more than I thought I would,” she added, turning slightly to give him a saucy smirk.
“Oh, is that so?” he questioned.
“That is,” she confirmed. “You're real, too.” They shared a smile that lasted too long, taking in the sight of one another completely exposed and vulnerable. After a moment, Cat said, “And speaking of being real, can you please pass me the shampoo? If I don't get the chlorine out my hair will turn green,” she explained.
“Yes, ma'am,” he replied, handing her a bottle. At the last second though, he took it back. “Wait,” he started. “Let me do it.”
She kept his gaze. “Okay,” she said.
He massaged the shampoo into her hair delicately, giving her goosebumps all over. When he felt he'd done his job, he gave her a small peck on the lips and she tilted her head back to let the shampoo wash away.
“You're beautiful,” he marveled.
After they'd left the shower, they toweled off and he wrapped her in what was the most luxurious, comfortable, fluffy robe she'd ever been in her whole life. He led her to his giant master bedroom, featuring those same large windows overlooking the ocean. They curled into one another, his big arms encircling her body. In moments, Catrina fell asleep to the feeling of James' definitely un-manicured hand gently rubbing her back.
Chapter 4 – A Question
It started with an upset stomach.
“Oh my God, no,” Catrina said with a grimace, “that smells disgusting.”
It was a month into the semester and Cat had been feeling sick and fatigued for weeks. She'd finished out the rest of the summer before the van Hoffs returned still seeing James every day, and their relationship grew into something she never expected. She loved him, and as far as she could tell, he loved her too. They still spoke every day.
Confused, Cat's roommate Clara looked at her, expressionless. “It's pizza.”
“Well, it smells gross,” Cat told her. “And I think I'm going to throw up.” Her stomach was so queasy she didn't think she could take any more of this. She'd have to go to the student health center tomorrow. Unless...oh no.
The two froze, eyes locked on one another. “You don't think...?” Clara asked quietly.
“Don't even say it,” Cat said, blocking her ears. If she ignored it, it wouldn't be real, right?
“Come on, Cat, you have to be sure,” Clara pleaded, setting the pizza down and tug
ging on her sleeve.
After five home pregnancy tests, a doctor's visit, and an ultrasound, there was no denying that Catrina was pregnant. And it was James Forrester's baby.
She paced around her room, hesitant to call him. What would he say? What would he do? Would he be angry? There were too many what ifs in this scenario, and Cat was quickly losing her cool. This was not supposed to happen.
Finally, she worked up the nerve to dial his number and on the third ring, he picked up.
“Hello Kitty Cat,” James said warmly, using the pet name he started to call her when their sex life became a little more...interesting.
“Hey,” she breathed, relieved to hear his voice but worried about the impending conversation.
He could sense something was different right away. “Is everything okay?” he asked her, concern in his voice.
“Um, no,” she said. “Not exactly. Uh, James?” I can do this, Cat thought. I can.
“Yes?” he asked, now clearly very worried.
There was no time like the present. “I'm pregnant,” she blurted out.
On the other end of the line she heard something clatter to the floor.
“James, are you still there?”
“Yeah,” he said, “yes, sorry. That was...I dropped...a spatula...you're pregnant?”
“Quite,” was all she could manage. Her voice was weak.
There was silence on the other end of the line. This was exactly what she feared. In no universe would one of the most powerful men in the world want to have a baby with a regular college student.
“How quickly can you get here?” he asked her urgently.
She sighed and looked at her bedside clock. “If I leave now I can probably be there in an hour. Why?”
“Because I want to see you,” he told her, as if it were obvious. “I want to kiss the mother of my child,” he said in amazement.
She smiled tentatively. “You're not mad?”
“Mad?” He almost yelled, then made some sort of sputtering noise. “Of course I'm not mad. I'm ecstatic!”
“Good,” she said. “Me too.”