by Anya Summers
It was a heady sight, the way his palm held her boob. The sight made her blood simmer. Will's touch was like a drug in her veins. Kat shifted, thinking it would be best to put some distance between them. His arms tightened as he nuzzled her neck. His short beard rubbed against her skin, setting off delicious sparks of kinetic energy.
"Morning," he mumbled on a sleepy yawn.
"Morning," she gasped as her body heated with liquid pulls of pleasure.
Will kneaded her breast as he nipped at her earlobe. Kat shifted her hands backward until she encountered his flesh. When they met with his naked skin, she groaned. The giant, naked, gorgeous man fondled her breasts, tugging at the tips, pinching the nubs until they hardened into pebble points, and then she felt the heavy ridge of his cock snug against her rear. Awash with the heady pleasure, she ground her hips against his erection, the ridge of his cock gliding between her crease. Will growled low in his throat. His free hand cupped her chin and swiveled her head slightly, where he claimed her lips for a torrid, soul scorching kiss.
Drawn irresistibly to him, Kat leaned into his kiss. She moaned at the heated mesh of tongues and lips until she was flush up against him, reveling in the passion. She felt every nuance of Will's kiss. He invaded her senses, enveloped her body within his until there was nothing left but Will. His kiss, his touch, called to her on an elemental level.
His tongue stabbed inside her mouth, stroking and swirling around hers, dominating her as he commanded the tenor of the invasion. The potent urgency made it seem like he wanted to possess her soul. That she was precious to him. The feelings he evoked as he used his entire body with his kiss, leaving not an inch of her untouched by the flame of his desire, overrode any thoughts of turning away from him. There was no denial on her lips as he drank in her moans. She couldn't tear herself away from him if she tried. Kat couldn't resist the intoxicating desire, surrendering to him completely, winding her tongue with his. His kiss stoked a furnace in her midsection, her sex quivered, and dampness slicked between her thighs.
Instinctively she hooked a leg up over his muscled waist, wanting, needing to get closer to him. Will had removed her panties along with the rest of her clothes last night. This left no barrier and she bucked at the sinful, erotic feel of his bulging cock against her folds. Kat wanted to move directly past foreplay and to feeling him inside her, making her mindless with pleasure. She mewled and undulated her hips against his pelvis.
She loved the feel of him against her. The way he kissed her as if she was more precious than gold. He possessed her. He dominated her. Kat held nothing back, thrilling at the heady sensation. She wanted to show him with more than words what he meant to her, even if he didn't feel the same way. With a bit of nudging with her hands, she maneuvered him until he lay on his back. Kat broke their dueling lip lock. She heaved and sucked in a breath as she straddled his rock hard belly and hovered over him. His face was a dark tempest of need. It stirred her emotions, tangling with her desire. Had there ever been a man she had wanted more?
She yanked his shirt off up over her head, needing to feel all of him against her flesh. And then Kat went on an exploration of his body with her mouth. She wanted to learn every inch of him. Know his taste, the way each one of his muscles felt. Starting at his neck, she teased the tendons, placing little bites along his collarbone. She ran her fingers through the dark whirls of hair coating his pectorals, loving the feel of it against her palms. Lowering her mouth over one of the flat, dusk colored nipples, she played with the flesh, stroking her tongue over the tiny peak until it pebbled beneath her attention. She paid homage to its twin, and all the while she kept her gaze trained on Will's face as it darkened with his desire, with his hunger, for her.
Her hands stroked lower over his abdominals. The man was seriously ripped. He may spend the majority of his time behind a computer but he definitely kept himself in shape. Her tongue traced the lines and indents of his six pack. They quivered beneath her touch. She smiled, knowing she could affect him this way, make him squirm at the passionate torture.
She traced her tongue over his victory lines, stroking and caressing everywhere but one place; his cock, the thick shaft bobbing and straining for her attention as she neared. With a dark chuckle, she scooted down past his thickly erect member. Will groaned and his hands dug into the mattress when he discovered that he had to endure more delectable torture at her hands.
Kat caressed his calves, kneading the taut muscles, traveling up to his thickly muscled thighs. She teased the flesh of his inner thighs, biting the skin, moving closer and closer to his straining cock. And then her mouth hovered above his member. Her eyes never left his face. Will's body stilled, his abs rippling in anticipation. His hooded eyes watched her movements as she lowered her mouth over him and sucked him inside.
Will groaned and his cock pulsed in her mouth.
Holding his gaze, she swished her tongue around the bulbous head, testing his responses to each caress of her tongue. She payed homage to the tip, swirling her tongue around the ridge, lapping at the drops of pre-cum. And then she hollowed her cheeks, lowered her head and swallowed as much of his length inside her mouth as she could. He was way too immense for her to deep throat so she added one of her hands to help mimic the action. She stroked his dick in time with her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down.
She traced her tongue along the vein. Moving her mouth, she nipped at the head of his cock, tracing his length with her tongue until she came to his balls. He had heavy testes that were just as large and proportionate with the rest of him. She suckled on them and watched Will's eyes close in ecstasy as he thrust his pelvis.
While Kat explored Will's stellar body—she could never tire of his beautiful physique—her own desire rose to fervent levels so that wetness trickled down her thighs. Her sex pulsed, yearning to be filled. She couldn't wait any longer to feel his cock sliding inside her pussy. Releasing his balls, she gave his cock one final slurp before she relocated her body and straddled his hips. Will's hands moved to her hips as she fitted his cock at the entrance to her pussy and thrust down.
They groaned in unison at the delicious feel of him inside her. Kat undulated her hips in a series of slow thrusts on his bulging member. He was so huge that initial penetration with him hurt. He stretched her body to the point of pain. She was patient, rotating her hips, breathed and allowed her body to relax against the clenching intrusion. And then pleasure overrode any of the pain. She rolled with slow, steady strokes of her pelvis, enjoying the feel of him gliding in and out of her. She'd never had a man fill her so full.
Will's fingers dug into her hips, urging her to increase her pace as she rode him. Kat leaned forward, placed her hands on his pecs, and controlled the speed of the lovemaking. She loved the slow glide of his shaft in and out of her drenched heat. It was to Will's consternation she held him prisoner with the muscles in her thighs and his face darkened with lust.
"Ride me faster," he ordered in Dom mode, his hands digging into her hips to try and make her comply.
Kat was having none of that, enjoying the wicked sensation of being in control. Tightening her thighs, imprisoning his cock in her grasping pussy, she leaned forward, sucked his lower lip into her mouth, and nipped at it slightly before she released it and said, "Make me, Sir."
Kat was not prepared for the fact that she was sleeping with a man who, while he may be large, could strike like a cobra when pressed. Will rolled her onto her back and pinned her hands above her head with one of his hands in a single, dominating move. Then he began a campaign to fuck the daylights out of her. He slammed his hips, stroking his cock in a brutal fashion that hit the lip of her womb with each hammered thrust. She loved every minute of it, wrapped her legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust.
This was no easy lovemaking but a forceful dominance that made her want to crawl inside him. Will's lovemaking was akin to gale force winds of a hurricane as he pounded inside her flesh. He moved her legs until they were hooked
up over his shoulders. It tilted her pelvis, changing the angle of his penetration, granting him deeper access. From this position, he owned her body, controlled her pleasure with every sure thrust.
Will fucked her with a single-minded determination. He pumped his hips, his shaft plunging, creating a delicious friction. Kat keened as he hammered her pussy. Her swollen folds clenched and grasped, pulling him deeper as he pistoned his hips in a fervent rhythm.
Her body pulled taut in on itself, winding up toward climax. She kept her gaze on his, watching the hunger and pleasure dominate his facial expression. Between one hammered thrust and the next, her body spiraled and imploded.
"Ahhh," she cried as her orgasm hit her system, clenching at his pounding cock as he rode her even faster. His own desire controlling his actions, they became less precise and more vigorous.
Repeatedly, he plunged in near frantic, frenzied furor. He slammed inside her, his shaft lengthened, lurching as he came. The warm shower of his seed invading her sheath set off a secondary shower of fireworks where each burst brighter than the last.
He rocked his hips until his tremors subsided. Then Will gently released her legs from his shoulders, re-positioning them back at his waist. And then he unshackled her hands with his as he collapsed within the cradle of her arms.
"I'll move shortly, I just need a minute," he murmured against her neck as he held her close. His breathing was ragged.
Kat all but wrapped herself around him. Embracing him within her limbs, she traced her fingertips lightly over his back and reveled in the feel of him on top of her. He was heavy but felt oh so right. She didn't want the embrace to end. Her heart trembled and expanded.
"Take all the time you need." She kissed his shoulder. He was a part of her, even if he denied it. There was too much heat and feeling between them for this to be only sex on his part. If only he would discipline her and let her in a little bit more, it would make everything sublime.
She wanted more from him. Kat felt her heart quake. She wanted it all from him, including his heart, and didn't know how she should go about getting it. Did he even want more? Would he be willing to risk showing her his scars and letting her in?
Will shifted then until his face hovered over hers. He claimed her lips for a tender kiss. This wasn't a possession but filled with warmth and care. It brought moisture to her eyes and instilled hope within her breast. Maybe he did care for her too, and she wasn't the only one falling here.
He released her lips and shifted to his elbows, alleviating some of his weight from her body, although he made no move to withdraw his semi-hard shaft from her sex, and was still snug between her thighs. "What time do you need to be at the Music Center?"
"What time is it?" She didn't want the spell to end anytime soon. She feared leaving again, that he would wise up and ignore her again—for good, this time.
"Just shy of seven."
"Way too soon, ten for practice. We have a one o'clock and seven o'clock performance today."
"Ah, but enough time for what I have planned for you," he said, with a smile and a wink that made her insides clench.
"Whatever you want, Sir."
His eyes darkened and he nipped at her lips. "That's a dangerous proposition, kitty cat."
And then he claimed her lips, where he proceeded to show her just how hazardous it could be as he showed her not once, not twice, but three times exactly how perilous he was to her composition.
Chapter Nine
By tacit agreement, each night over the past week, Will had picked Kat up and taken her back to his place. Some nights, they made love all night. Others, they watched movies and talked. Those were some of her favorite times. Just the two of them, watching videos together and sharing popcorn. She wasn't trying to downplay the sex, because it was breathtaking. He was definitely a Dom, and once he discovered that a lifetime of dancing had made her particularly flexible, Kat had found herself in some unusual but thoroughly enjoyable positions. But it was just so nice uncovering the man beneath the mask.
He was a total geek and it was adorable. She'd impressed him with her knowledge of Tolkien. He'd even cosplayed as Aragorn to her Arwen. Thinking of that night made her shiver, it had been really hot, much more so than she'd thought it would be initially. She'd had a little trouble dancing the following day as her muscles had protested the treatment but it had so been worth it.
She also came to understand the more they interacted that he was lonely, a bit of an island, like herself. He had friends, of course, but he seemed to keep most people at arm's length. With the exception of Ophelia and Lucy—but that was because they'd known each other since they were kids. Even amidst a crowd, whether it was at a restaurant, or Dungeon Pleasures, or walking on the beach near his house, he stood a little bit apart.
His parents were retired and living up in Monterrey. So he was in that humungous house of his all alone. He still wasn't letting her past his defenses other than the basics. Kat wanted to know his heart. There were times she felt it, in his aftercare, and the way he took care of her in general. But he never talked about permanence between them.
Tonight, she planned to broach the topic of her staying in Los Angeles. In between sets, she'd been working with a realtor in New York. In fact, she'd received an offer that day for a little above her asking price. Her realtor wanted her to hold out for a better offer, but Kat was ready to be rid of it. Granted, her mother would have a fit when Kat told her, because in her mind, New York was the only place to be.
But Kat had fallen in love with Los Angeles. Her mother would adjust and could visit her as often as she wanted.
The people here tended to be less abrupt, there was near constant sunshine, and a warmer climate that couldn't be beaten. The added bonus was that she had friendships developing here of the non-dance people variety. Friendships she wanted to expand on, and then there was the community of Dungeon Pleasures so nearby.
Kat needed permanence and stability in her life. She didn't want a nomadic existence anymore. Frankly, she was getting too damn old for it. And to prove that she meant business, today she'd applied to lease the space in Burbank. She already considered it her dance studio. Prima Dance Academy had a nice ring to it, she thought. She'd picked up papers that she needed to file for all manner of business licenses, there was insurance and liability she needed to acquire.
She'd just finished packing a bag for the weekend when there was a knock on her hotel door. Her understudy was taking over her performances for the weekend. And, Kat had to admit, Tara was learning and was now almost as good as she was. A little more seasoning on her and she'd make prima in the company. It made leaving Nicolai and the company a bit easier.
She opened the door and the sight that greeted her made her belly quiver. He always seemed to do that, looking sexy in just jeans and a tee shirt.
"Hey." She stood on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. Warmth blasted through her at the slight touch.
Will returned her brief peck, his body seeming suffused with an expectant energy as he pulled back. "Ready?" he asked.
For him, always. "Yep. Just let me grab my bag." Kat went back over to the bed, where she'd laid her violet overnight bag and purse on top of the mattress. With a quick glance at the room to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, she zipped her bag and picked it up off the bed.
"Hungry at all?" Will asked, taking the overnight bag from her and carrying it.
"I'm starved, actually, you?" Kat grabbed her purse and switched the light off near the bed. She slid her room key in her purse and walked toward the door—and, more importantly, toward Will.
"Yes, I have steaks thawing at home. I figure we are going to need some fuel first." He grinned mischievously at her, making her wonder what he had in store for her this weekend. Whatever it was, she was game. She seemed to have absolutely no willpower when it came to Will.
"Let's get going. I'm seriously ravenous, as in, I might take mine rare, and for a girl who likes her meat cooked a
ll the way through, that should give you a clue," Kat said.
He threaded his fingers through hers at the door, tugging her out of her room. They rode the elevator down to the lobby, still holding hands.
"Does the company not feed you?" he asked as they exited into the lobby and left the hotel.
"Oh, they do, but with the sheer amount of dancing I do in a day's time, I have to constantly eat, otherwise there's no calories left in the engine. Plus, I can get pretty cranky when I'm famished."
"Good to know." Will led her to his car. There was a slight breeze on the air. The nights in LA were some of the best, but could get decidedly cool. Tonight it was chilly enough that she shivered and wished she'd grabbed her jacket before leaving the room.
"Cold?" he asked, opening the car door for her.
"A little."
"I'll get the heater going as soon as the car's started," he promised.
Once she was in her seat, Will shut her door and sauntered around to the driver's side. True to his word, as soon as his car engine roared to life, he turned the heater on.
"So how was your day? And what do you actually do at your company? I know you make games, but are you the one coding them?" Kat glanced at him, studying him by the dashboard light as he drove.
It did funny things to her insides watching him drive. The man was in complete control and the car purred for him. Much like she did.
"Some of them. All the original games were my design and my copyright, trademark, and on down the line of legalities. Elven Blade was the first that really made a splash with gamers. Delta Strike Force came later. And I'm working on one right now that I would like your input on, if you don't mind."
"Sure, I'll be your test subject. But you didn't answer my question."
"I was getting to that. No, I don't do as much of the research and development as I used to. Unfortunately, as CEO of a multi-billion dollar video game development company, I tend to have a boatload of intrinsically boring meetings. I spend more time interfacing than coding, much to my dismay."