She was just so good. In ways that I could never anticipate. It wasn’t long before the tenderness was too much, the sweetness to open and vulnerable. I needed to fuck her, to claim her, not the emotional stuff that was growing rapidly in my chest.
So I picked up my speed, I pounding into her harder, deeper, more fervently. I was like a man possessed, but I never wanted to be exorcised. The smell of sex and her filled all of my senses, driving me further, and I wondered if I would still be able to scent her on me the next day.
But that could wait until the next day. For the moment, all that mattered was her under me, taking me so prettily. So perfectly. And to think that I had ever denied myself the pleasure of everything that Kat was.
I leaned down and kissed her, pulling out, a disappointed moan escaping her at my absence. I couldn’t deny that that made me swell with pride, and soon that moan of disappointment was replaced with delight as I flipped her over, pulling her back by the hips then shoving myself back inside her.
Somehow, it was even more intense from the back, her body reacting viscerally to the new angle I was thrusting in. It was the warmest, most velvety vice that I had ever felt, and it was driving me crazy.
“Oh God, Pierce, yes! Harder, just like that! I can take it. I promise that I can take it. Please, please.” Fuck she begged so prettily; her cries punctuated as she used her own fingers to rub against that little nub of hers as I fucked her harder.
Everything seemed to happen in an incoherent rush after that. I felt her tighten around me, clamping down with force as she shrieked. Just like that, she was coming all over me, coating me in her slickness, making the room smell that much more like our coupling. Her orgasm triggered my own, my climax rushing towards me in an unstoppable wave.
Fuck, it was so intense, so mind numbing and all together perfect. I reached out to use her hips and hair as an anchor, my fingers curling around them and burying in deep. I thrust into her until my body couldn’t take anymore, my release filling her in a heated, desperate rush. My legs quaking and jittery after I finally achieved my release, it took all of my effort not to just collapse backwards and let myself sink into the afterglow.
We both stayed there a moment, as if we were surprised by what had happened, and it was Kat who moved first.
“I need a moment to clean up,” she said, her face flushed from our efforts. I just nodded, practically dumbstruck as our bubble popped and reality came rushing back in.
As she went to the bathroom, dress still hiked above her waist, I flopped to the bed, staring idly at the ceiling. My blood rushed in my veins, thumping behind my ears, the pleasant rush of everything still clinging to my mind. Trying to catch my breath, I attempted to gather my thoughts and compose myself. To come back to reality and act like the grown man I was, not a hormonal idiot.
What the hell had gotten into me? Yes, things were a mess and up in the air, but I hadn’t felt like anything like what I felt when I was with Kat. She was a phenomenon, a force of nature, and I almost felt like I was helpless in her path.
Except that helplessness wasn’t a bad feeling. No. It was intense, it was terrifying, it was possibly dangerous, and yet none of that felt bad. That probably was a bad sign about my mental state.
Either that or succubae were real and I had just been pulled into the web of the most powerful one on Earth.
My thoughts petered out as she strutted back into the room. She had a big, gorgeous smile on her face, and that went pretty far in quelling the doubt licking in at the back of my mind. She was a balm to me, a soothing presence that promised everything would be alright. If only I stayed in her presence, in her protective circle that made me feel young and human again.
She laid next to me on the bed, head propped up on her arm, looking absolutely pleased. I studied her right back, noticing every beautiful detail on her face. I felt bad that I would have to ruin this moment of peace for her. Because as much as she made me feel content, made me want to slip back into the bliss, I knew I had a responsibility. The elephant in the room had grown too big for me to ignore, and if I kept trying, it would end up pushing me up against a wall and making me feel suffocated.
“Kat,” I said quietly, using my hand to stroke her hair. She snuggled up against my chest, taking a deep breath in as she laid against me. It was then I hesitated a little. I mean, was this really the time to be having this conversation, especially how we just fucked when I said I had just wanted to talk? Sure, she had initiated it, but she had made it clear she wasn’t ready to talk, and normally I would respect that. But I couldn’t hold on to this anymore, the anxiety over it was tearing me apart inside.
“Yes?”
“What are we even doing here?” I queried, swallowing hard. “Our attraction is real, we obviously have chemistry, but without any direction to where this is headed… This is a mindless game of grab ass back and forth. I am… relentlessly turned on by you, but I don’t want to be reduced down to stumbling around like a sex crazed monkey.” I frowned, feeling a weird pang in my chest. “Someone is going to end up getting hurt.” I sighed as she sat up, straightening up her chest and standing up to pull down her dress.
“I told you I didn’t want to talk right now,” she snarled quietly, crossing her arms in disapproval, her eyes welling up again with tears. “I’m not ready to have this conversation.” I felt myself immediately get annoyed with her dismissal. Everything had to be Kat’s way, on Kat’s time when she felt like it. I was tired of playing these games with her. My feeling mattered too damnit, and I was going to say what I needed to. Like it or not.
“Well, Kat,” I fired back, sitting up on the bed. “When would be a good time? When can you pencil me in?” I could tell I had gone too far, her green eyes flickering wildly with anger. But we were already here. I had already got the ball rolling, and it was rolling fast and hard, and I felt like I was about to be squashed under its weight.
“You know what?” She spat, full of venom. “you sit here and act like it’s just so cut and dry. Like there’s some magical fucking solution that I just have off the top of my goddamn head for you, Pierce.” Her eyes welled up, and she choked them back. “And you want to sit there and whine, saying how someone is going to get hurt? Right?” She shuddered, her emotions getting the best of her now. “Well guess what? I'm the one with the most to lose here, not you!” she yelled, punctuating the I'm of her sentence by poking heavy fingered into her chest, leaving a small red mark in its furious wake.
She took off down the hallway, cellphone in hand, making a call to someone I couldn’t quite hear. I laid there stunned for a minute, shocked at her emotional eruption. This wasn’t usually like Kat. Sure, she was a brat, but this felt so raw and different. The look on her face almost looked like one of fear and agony. I had to know what the hell was going on, I couldn’t just let it be left like this. I ran off after her as she scooped panties up off the floor, trying to slip them on quickly as she hung up. She glared at me as she shimmied them on, having trouble getting them over her wide gorgeous hips.“What? Did you want another good look, Pierce?” She growled.
“Wait,” I pleaded. “What the hell did you even mean by that Kat?” I could feel my heart thumping anxiously in my chest, ready to burst. She scowled at me tearfully, refusing to answer, regarding her ripped pantyhose on the floor and picking them up. She shook her head and sniffled, tears careening down her cheeks, her face twisted into a disgusted and angry expression. She threw them at me angrily, her forked tongue making another appearance.
“Hope you enjoyed the ride, Pierce.” She turned on her heels, heading towards the door now, the clicking of her feet almost at a run. I started to follow after her, but realized I was still half naked, and stumbled to hop into my boxers and slacks that still laid on the floor. I hopped around, cursing, the slacks seemed to be fighting me at every turn. She opened the door, looking back at me angrily over her shoulder, before slamming it. Sending some of my memorabilia and photos crashing to the floor.
> I finally got them on and ran towards the door, letting my feet carry me as fast as they would go as I dodged broken frames and glass. But I hadn’t gotten there fast enough. As I opened the door, I called out to her as a cab pull up to the gate, her fingertips quickly entering the security code I had taught her as a kid to open it in case she was in trouble and needed somewhere to go, letting herself out.
“Kat!” I yelled out louder, ruffling my hair with my fingers. She looked back at me and burst into tears again, big sobs escaping her lips as she hopped into the cab and the driver took off. As the tires squealed, I could feel myself become eaten up with guilt as quickly as she had made her get away. I had been very harsh when she hadn’t wanted to talk, but I had been so fed up with feeling like everything was so up in the air. I knew in my brain I should have never touched her, just based on my friendship with Michael alone, but now I couldn’t stop myself from wanting her. To feel, taste and touch her and keep her all to myself.
It was especially hard knowing I wasn’t the only man in Kat’s life, and it wasn’t as if I could ignore it, I had seen it vividly with my own two eyes. I had even participated in it. And even though I had been a willing participant in their trip tryst, I really didn’t know how to feel about sharing her with Oliver, even though I had to begrudgingly admit that he wasn’t the monster I once saw him as. In fact, he was a pretty standup guy and had even stayed with Kat after I had fled the scene of the lusty crime. Kat could do much worse than a man like Oliver Price, but I wasn’t sure if I could bare walking away. The very thought of leaving her side turned my stomach, even if it wasn’t my choice. In the end, it would be hers, but it scared me to think about how I would even handle it all.
A complete wreck, I drove myself over to the bar downtown, drinking scotch after scotch until even the bartender started to look good. I needed to drown her scent out, the way her eyelashes fluttered when she came, the soft feeling of her thighs underneath my manly hands as I gripped in. The steady flow of scotch slowly caused her to drift out of my mind, my eyes fixated on the football game on the big screen above the bar. Not my boys, but football was football, and I needed a distraction. As I rounded my sixth or seventh glass of scotch, a distraction appeared, full of beauty and elegance. A pretty young thing came strolling on in, wearing sunglasses and a red, sparkly dress that hugged her svelte form. Her small perky breasts jiggled as her heels clicked on the floor. She smiled as she took a seat next to me, giving me a sly little wink from over her glasses, exposing sapphire blue eyes. She was a bit older than Kat, with blonde, wavy hair that hung down to her shoulders. She was absolutely gorgeous, movie star quality, and for a moment I considered buying her some drinks and taking her back to my place. Maybe fucking a girl of her caliber was just the cure the doctor has ordered for all this Kat nonsense.
But in my heart, I knew I couldn’t do it. She was absolutely radiant, that was true, but I wasn’t even slightly interested in her. Not really anyway. Sure, I could go have meaningless sex with the woman, but it wouldn’t have mattered. She wasn’t her. Kat was more than just a pretty face, a banging body and a heartbeat. She was a sassy, bratty, go getter that took the world by the horns. Hell, she had duped both Ollie and I into this whole philanthropic endeavor with Renn with little to no effort at all. She was a loving and caring woman who wanted to help people, and though she was extremely mischievous, deep down she had a heart of gold. And it was in that moment of reflection that I realized what I had shoved away all along.
I was in love with Kat Grace.
17
Ollie (Saturday)
Worry had gripped my heart for my dear Kat. Ever since that dog Pierce carried her off to his car, flying like a bat out of hell God knows where to do God knows what, I had agonized over it and wished I had said something to stop him. As I sat, white knuckled in front of Kat and Michael’s mansion in the driveway, I waited patiently for a moment where she would exit the house. I felt a bit strange doing it, but she wasn’t answering my texts or calls, and I couldn’t exactly go in her father’s house and ask to see her. It would seem quite strange, and I didn’t need to alarm Michael, especially with it most likely causing a detriment to everyone involved. His car wasn’t there, but that didn’t mean much. He often sent his servants out with his car to retrieve groceries instead of calling on his drivers. Eventually, all my patience paid off, and Kat finally came out. She was as pale as a ghost, her eyes puffy and swollen from crying, and I could feel rage welling up in my throat. I got this, he had said, and did god knows what to her as I watched them drive off. I felt like a fool for not protesting, I wished I had ripped her out of his arms, decked him in the face and told him not to touch her. But it was too late. My error in judgement had helped Pierce sink his claws in. Kat was my everything, and I would kill any man that made her cry, myself included, and seeing her tore up like this made my heart ache. A black sedan slowly rolled up, one of Michael’s drivers at the helm, much to my relief. I hopped out of my car as she opened the door, calling out to her. She stopped and looked at me, her eyes full of tears, her body rigid and anxious. I wasn’t sure if she was upset to see me or not, given her body language, so I kept my distance at first. “Why don’t you come with me, Kat? I can give you a ride.” I smiled, holding my hand out to her. At first, she hesitated, shaking her head no. Her refusal to even speak worried me immensely, especially since I had been the one to cuddle her and reassure her when Pierce left. Whatever happened had to have been bad, and the thought that asshole had hurt her set my soul on fire. She looked down at the ground, her patent leather clutch gripped tightly in her hands in front of her. “It’s okay Kat, I am not going to hurt you, okay? I just want to give you a ride and make sure you’re going to be alright.” She looked up at me, and I could now see how bloodshot her eyes were on top of being tear swelled. I took a deep breath, wanting to stay calm for her, but in the back of my head I wanted nothing more than to kick Pierce’s ass. Finally, after more of my gentle coaxing, she nodded, leaning into the driver and whispering to the that she would probably call them later. I couldn’t blame her for being uneasy, especially seeing the aftermath of whatever Pierce had done. I wanted to get her to talk it out, she needed to. It was obvious whatever it was, weighed heavy on her precious little heart, and that wouldn’t do. But I didn’t want to just go at her full bore when we got in the car, I had to be gentle and use my charm, a little finesse. She needed tenderness in this troubled time, and I would do that for her. I would do anything for her. “Where to, gorgeous?” I smiled sweetly as we made our way over to my car. I opened the door for her and then got in the driver’s seat. “Your place,” She smiled shyly, wiping a stray tear from her eye. I had to do a double take, not sure if I had heard her right. Why would she be headed to my place? And if so, why did she give me such a hard time about coming with me? “I was on my way over to your place to talk to you about what happened yesterday, and then you showed up. I was just a little nervous and taken by surprise when you were already here.” She blushed. “The irony, huh? It’s like you read my mind.” She giggled softly, sniffling. I wanted to hold her hand, rub her leg, comfort her. But I wasn’t sure after what had happened yesterday if any of that was even appropriate. I would just have to hope she would open up to me, either in the car or at the house, and get it all out. I turned out of the driveway and onto the road, in the direction of my mansion. “Listen, Ollie,” She smiled sweetly. “I want to apologize for yesterday and how…weird and awkward that was.” She sniffled a bit, holding back more tears. “I really do see the point you and Pierce were trying to make now.” She nodded, hands balled up in her lap, still clutching her bag. “You cannot mix business and pleasure, especially like this, and expect it to go well. Things should be kept professional, or this project is going to fail. And I really don’t want this to tank.”“Well, Kat,” I sighed, “That’s a bit of a line that we all can’t uncross now, not after Christmas Eve.” I looked over to her and she nodded tearfully, wiping tears with the back o
f her hand. She laughed in frustration, shaking her head at herself. “I know, but I do not want to fail all these families who really need our help, but I just seem to mess everything up.” She sighed, wiping another round of tears from her eyes. “Pierce took me back to his mansion, and then, instead of talking like he wanted… We ended up making love. It didn’t end pretty though…” She groaned, blowing her bangs out of her face. I could feel jealousy rear its ugly head in my mind, and I tried to quell it the best I could. The thought of the two of them together in his bed, was unnerving. Though the odd thing that stuck out in my mind, was that even though I was jealous of their little romp, I was glad that Pierce was there to comfort her in some way. Even if things seemed unsettled and up in the air between them. We pulled into my driveway, and I helped her out of the car, and she followed me inside. It had been awhile since Kat had been here, her horse-riding days apparently far behind her. She hadn’t been here since she was a teen. It felt good to have someone else here in this old house with me, even if it was to talk over things that weren’t so comfortable. Our chatter echoing through the halls, suppressing my loneliness, at least for the moment.“Why don’t we go to the kitchen? I’ll make us some tea.” I suggested. Tea was always so soothing, and I figured that it would calm her down a bit. But, a question nagged at the back of my head I that needed answering. As we sat there, the water boiling for the tea, I let it slip gently. “Kat, Do you prefer Pierce?” Kat seemed a bit shocked by the question, her emerald eyes flaring for a moment. “I just wanted to say, if you do, I’ll bow out gracefully. Though I have to admit it won’t be easy…but whatever you need me to do? I’ll do it.” Kat walked towards me, smiling softly, placing her finger gently against my lips to quiet me. And then unexpectedly, she kicked her heels off, got on her tiptoes and kissed me. I melted into her mouth, the kiss a slow, long, passionate one that lit a fire up under the passion for her I had that already existed. She pulled away, unsure if she had made a mistake, looking at me lovingly but doe eyed. I leaned down and kissed her back softly, holding the side of her face gently with my hand. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, gingerly massaging mine, seeming to savor the feeling of my lips against hers. We stood there in the kitchen, kissing like that for a while, the tea kettle whistling at me sounding miles away. I snapped back to reality, pulling it quickly off the burner and turning it off, turning back to Kat who was blushing and her smile warm and happy. I pulled her back to me, this time putting into it all the love and passion I felt for her, hoping she would get the message through the movements of my mouth. She gripped into me as our kisses became more and more intense, hungrier. I gripped into her ass, picking her up and putting her on the counter, unzipping her dress and sliding it off her. I marveled at her curvy physique as if I was seeing it for the first time again, quickly undoing my pants and letting them drop to the floor. She bit her lip and giggled as I leaned in, kissing her neck and kissing all the way down to her chest, tracing her nipples with my tongue. She squealed with delight, and I smiled, happy I could put a smile on her face. I kissed down her body, making her shiver under the touch of my lips, making my way from her breasts and down her stomach and finally resting at her mons. I kissed it tenderly, sending her arching into me, begging for me to go lower. “Please Ollie,” She whispered hungrily, “Make me feel good.”I nodded and began to partake in her flower, twirling my tongue around her clit softly, making her mew in delight. Her hands swirling through my hair as I ate, entranced by the feel my lapping and sucking. Suddenly, it donned on me that something felt different, something was missing here. It was like coming home, being with her again like this, but this feeling in the back of my head nagged at me. I pushed it away for the moment, trying to concentrate on making her come, to feel her shake under the spell my mouth weaved on her slit. Her breath quickened, and her quiet moans escalated, becoming deliciously loud cries until she came. The taste of her sex was nothing short of amazing.But as I pulled her off the counter and walked with her towards my bedroom, I started to feel that weird feelings all over again, and as we hoped into my bed, I couldn’t help but feel them nipping at the heels of my mind. Something was definitely off here, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I looked down at her, her hair down and around her face and shoulders, looking so absolutely beautiful. I shook my head and fought the nagging off, slowly sinking into her, causing her to let out a contented gasp.
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