by Kris Bryant
The venue is fantastic even though our seats are on the second level. Hunter’s on my left and Kate’s on my right. Kate slides her hand into mine the minute we sit down. I’m so happy it’s hard to stay still. I turn and give her a smile. Hunter nudges me and I look at her. She raises her eyebrow and I lift my shoulder slightly. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m just going to go with it. Kate’s fingers are warm curled around mine. I almost bring her hand up to my lips, but stop myself in time. We aren’t there yet. When our hands break apart to clap after each song, she finds my hand again when the applause ends. It’s very sweet.
We stay the entire concert. Afterward, Hunter tells us she’s going to hang back and get Dar’s signature. She tells us to go on without her.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
Hunter leans close to me and whispers, “I’ll take care of Maddox. Go have a good time.” She squeezes my waist and I smile at her.
I walk over to Kate. “We’ve got the rest of the night to ourselves. Hunter is going to take care of Maddox then hit the hay.”
“We could grab a drink somewhere. There’s a bar on every corner.”
We decide on a little tavern just a few doors down. We can hear jazz playing and the music entices us to enter. Surprisingly, there aren’t too many patrons. We grab a quiet booth near the side of the stage that is partially hidden in the shadows of the upper level. Perfect for a respectable amount of privacy.
“So when do you stop chasing?” Kate asks.
“When the weather stabilizes. Usually near the end of June. Aren’t you going to be with Gage that long, too?” I ask.
She shakes her head no. “I’m only on the road for one more week, then another meteorology student gets to ride with him. I’m still in school. As much as I would like to finish out the storm chasing season, I have to get back to my other classes.”
“They let you miss classes for this long?” I ask. Most universities don’t allow that unless the student is exceptional and has presented them with a killer idea or educational plan.
“I used my charms,” she says. She doesn’t want me to know the real reason, so I let it go. Instead I smile at her. Nothing is going to ruin this night.
“Good for you. That alone is a big accomplishment.”
We order drinks and listen to the band play. Kate slides closer to me so that our legs are touching. She leans her head on my shoulder. I’m afraid to move, even breathe, in case she moves away. She runs her fingertips down my arm and gives me chills instantly.
“Are you cold?” she asks.
“I’m just enjoying your touch.” Might as well be honest.
“Well, in that case…” Her voice trails off and I’m intrigued. Her fingertips trace my arm again, but this time they continue down until I feel their warmth on my leg. I look at her and she smiles at me. She twirls her fingers lightly on my leg, drawing little designs. My breath catches when her fingers find their way under my dress near the knee. “You are so soft, Tris.” Her voice is low, almost raspy and my passion for her instantly flares.
Her fingertips tease me, moving higher, running along the line where my left leg is crossed over my right. I uncross my legs. I have no shame. We’re secluded and nobody can see what she is doing to me under the table. She moves her fingertips to the inside of my thighs and I catch my breath. My lips part and I try to control my breathing. She’s teasing me and I’m thoroughly enjoying it. I move my arm and place it across her shoulders. It seems like a sweet gesture, but I’m only doing it so that she’ll move closer to me. She takes the hint and presses up right next to me. She sits up straighter, moving her hand away from my legs. I frown. She leans over and kisses the corner of my mouth. She crosses her right leg over her left and tilts her body closer to mine. “I’m just getting closer to you.” She slides her hand back to where it was, only this time she pulls my legs apart further than they already are. I can feel my nipples harden at her aggressiveness. She rests her chin on my shoulder and watches me while her fingers continue their torturous seduction. She moves higher and higher until she lightly grazes the lace of my panties. I almost jump at the contact. “I think you like this, Tris,” she says. I can’t look at her because she is so close so I nod instead.
“Very much,” I say. I can feel her smile against me. I gasp when she runs her fingers up and down, applying pressure in all the right places.
“Shhhh. People are going to know what we’re doing,” she says. “You have to be quiet.” Easy for her to say. Giving up control is so hard, but the reward is so good. I want to touch her, too, but I can’t move. I’ll just have to wait until we’re alone. When she tries to slip her fingers inside of my panties, I throw in the towel.
“Let’s go,” I say. I push myself away from her and stand, straightening my dress. Every part of my body is on fire and we only have a few hours left before Kate’s gone. I throw a twenty on the table and reach for her hand. She smiles almost smugly at me and slips her hand into mine. I don’t even care that my heels are pinching again. I want to get back to the hotel room. I want my time alone with Kate. We walk to the hotel in silence, our fingers still entwined. The hotel is only a block away. We’re so close and I wonder if we’re even going to make it. Kate is walking just as fast as I am so I know she wants this, too. No regrets, I tell myself. Just enjoy the moment.
I hold the door open for her and head for the elevators. Unfortunately, another couple decides to ride the elevator up with us so our contact remains PG. Kate digs around for her key card as we walk to her room. When the key opens the door and she pushes down on the handle, I push against her to get into the room faster. I grab her and kiss her until her back is up against the closet door. She reaches to pull up my dress, but I stop her and snake her arms up over her head. I break the kiss and stare at her. I look at her face, her swollen lips, her nipples straining against the already tight dress. I remember what it was like to taste her skin.
“Please, Tris, hurry,” she says. Her voice is tight.
“Oh, no. Tonight, we’re going to take it slow.” I lean into her and capture her mouth in a searing kiss that makes us both moan. I pull her with me as I walk backward until I feel the mattress hit my legs. I turn with her in my arms and we fall onto the bed. She wraps her hands in my hair, pulling me even closer. Her dress prevents me from sinking between her legs so I roughly push it up. She lifts her hips to help me. I remind myself to slow down. We’ve already done this the rough way. Tonight, I want gentle. I take the time to touch her everywhere, unhurriedly. I unbutton the front of her dress and run my fingers along her collarbone, the smoothness of her skin softer than silk. I follow the same path with my mouth and almost cry with joy when I taste the sweetness of her breast, the rough texture of her nipple against my tongue. Her hands tighten in my hair and she pushes me into her. I run my fingertips over her other breast, gently squeezing her pebbled nipple. She moans again, louder, the sound sends goose bumps up and down my body. I love that she is so passionate.
“Please take off your dress, Tris,” she whispers. “I need to feel you against me.” I lean up and she helps me lift the dress up and over my head. I reach out for her dress and take that off, too. She isn’t wearing a thing underneath. I’m so thankful I did not know that four hours ago. I never would’ve survived our dinner or the concert. She is slender and pale and lovely. The lights aren’t on, but the drapes are open so we have plenty of light filtering into the room.
“You’re beautiful, Kate.” I lean forward for another kiss. She reaches around and unhooks my bra, sliding the straps down my arms. I shudder at the coolness of the room and the tenderness of her touch. Her hands slide down my stomach until they reach my panties.
“You’re the beautiful one, Tristan. Your body is strong and lean and still soft in all the right places.” She’s being tender and I have to tell myself not to cry. The way she is touching me, as if trying to memorize me, is too much to handle. I can’t think about why. I just need to be close to her. I c
up her face in my hands and kiss her, moving closer until we are completely flush against one another. Her body is so warm and I can feel her surrender to me. We lie down and I move to the side so that I’m not completely on her, but our legs are entwined.
I want to touch and taste her everywhere. She faces me and we continue kissing as I trail my fingertips over her neck and shoulders. Her lip quivers when my fingertips get closer to her breasts. I break the kiss and watch her as my hand closes over her breast. Her eyelids flutter shut and her mouth opens as she gasps softly. I lean down and place tiny kisses across her body until my mouth reaches her breast. I gently flick her nipple with my tongue before I suck as much of her into my mouth as I can. Her hands rest on the back of my neck, scratching me gently, but firmly. Her hips start moving against me like she is trying to find friction. I slide my hand down until I reach the junction of her thighs. As much as I really want to go slow, I just can’t wait anymore. Time is our enemy. She will be gone tomorrow. She is wet and I slip into her, easily and deeply. She arches her back and cries out with pleasure. Her mouth finds mine and she kisses me with a touch of desperation. She reaches out to me and I cover her body with mine. My hand is still between us, giving her pleasure, moving against her hips. She spreads her legs further apart, her body tensing for release. I decide I really don’t want to be this quick so I slow my movements. Our whirlwind sex against the truck the other night was fantastic, but I want tonight to come more from the heart and less from my libido.
“I need to taste you,” I say when she looks at me in confusion. I begin a trail of kisses from her neck, down the valley of her breasts, over her flat stomach to the soft curls on her mound. Her fingers wound in my hair, pull me gently, push me softly. I smile at her eagerness.
“Tris, you’re driving me crazy,” she whimpers. Not one to disappoint, I spread her apart and run my tongue up one side and down the other, careful not to touch her clit just yet. She moans again, this time her voice is deeper, thickening with passion. “Please.” I slip two fingers inside of her and begin moving slowly, allowing her to stretch and adjust to me. It doesn’t take long because she is so wet. Her hips start moving against my hand. She’s not a talker, but her body is speaking to me. I know exactly what to do and how to do it. I find her clit with my tongue and start moving my hand. Her moans are getting louder and that only encourages me to be a bit more aggressive. I stroke her harder, speeding up only when she asks for it. She grabs her breasts and squeezes her nipples every time I lick. I decide I’ve taken enough time and I should give her what we both want. I build her up again, but this time I keep going and she crests beautifully. Her back arches off of the bed and I place my hand on her thighs to keep her from falling off. She shakes. A light film of sweat covers her body and I’m in awe of her again. Kate isn’t afraid to embrace her orgasms. She isn’t quiet or ashamed and it’s so refreshing. I climb back up her body, licking her salty sweat wherever I place a kiss. She surprises me by wrapping her arms around me and holding me close while her body continues to ride the aftershocks. I sink into her, kissing her neck until she can breathe normally again.
“I was right,” I whisper in her ear. She turns her head to me.
“About what?” She is still short of breath.
“You really are beautiful,” I say before I kiss her. She makes some sort of negative noise so I playfully bite her bottom lip. “Trust me. I know.” She growls and I release her lip, only to have it back against my mouth within a second as she leans up and kisses me again. This time, she pushes me over so that I’m flat on my back. I love this aggressiveness. She looks so delicate, but she has repeatedly surprised me with her forceful nature. I like giving up control with her. She slides over me and tilts her head so we are eye to eye. I can feel her wetness on my leg. I lick my lips wanting to taste her again. She arches her brow at me and I smile. “And you taste amazing.” Her hair is curtained around us. I grab some and smell. “And smell wonderful.” For a moment, she looks sad. “Hey, come here.” I pull her down to me and kiss her. She doesn’t waste time getting to know my body. Her hands move down my torso, stopping at my curves, feeling them over and over. I greedily spread myself for her. She settles between my legs and I cup her ass and press her into me. We both moan at the contact. I’m not a selfish lover, but it’s been so long and Kate’s so sexy that I know I’m not going to last. I reach down between us to ease the ache of my throbbing clit, but she stops me.
“What are you doing?” she asks. She stops my hand and brings it up above my head. “Don’t move.” I can’t help but smile at her. This time she smiles back, the sadness gone. She moves my other hand up, too, and commands that I not move them under any circumstances. She leans down and kisses me softly, first on my lips, then my cheek, and finally my earlobe. She bites down on the soft flesh and I tense up as pleasurable spikes of pain radiate throughout me. I shiver and moan. She moves down to my neck and I lean to the side to give her more room. She starts off kissing me softly, then she starts sucking. I almost come just from that incredible feeling. I lift my hands up briefly and she stops again. “Ah, ah, ah. No, no,” she says. I whisper an apology and she continues. I don’t even care that she might be leaving marks. She moves further down and I whimper at the loss of her lips against my neck. She reaches my breasts and runs her mouth softly over them, her tongue flicking out to tease my nipples. I hate that I can’t touch her right now. As much as I want to flip her and taste her again, curiosity wins out. I want to know what she has in mind for me. Her hair tickles me as her journey across my body continues. She rubs my stomach, feeling my abs. I silently thank Hunter for dragging me to the gym every day after work. “You’re the one with the perfect body. So strong and curvy.” She straddles me.
“Can I please touch you?” I ask. My hands are almost fists now. I’m desperate to hold her.
“I kind of like you like this,” she says. “But it’s only fair that you get to touch me, since I got to touch you.” That’s all she needs to say. I sit up with her on my lap, surprising her. I flip us so that I’m once again on top. “Hey,” she says. I respond with a kiss. This time she is the one who snakes a hand between our bodies and starts rubbing my swollen pussy. I moan loudly against her cheek and start grinding myself against her hand, against her entire body. It doesn’t take me long to come. I grit my teeth and try hard not to cry out because my mouth is right next to her ear. I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm. I feel fantastic. I don’t want to crush her, so I gingerly roll to the side. She keeps her hand between my legs and watches me as her fingers continue to move inside of me. She draws out another orgasm, which catches us both by surprise. This time I’m not quiet. She moans as I come, watching me rise and fall with each wave of ecstasy. I curl up in a ball until I can relax. She leans over me, whispering words I can’t understand, but I sigh contently when she places tiny kisses on my ear. I could get used to this. I stretch back out and pull her closer to me. We don’t speak. We just lie there, looking at one another. I reach out and touch her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear. She smiles and leans down to place a kiss on the palm of my hand. It’s so tender and sweet I feel a tiny tear slip out of the corner of my eye. I have to cover or else she’ll see it.
“Come here. Let’s snuggle,” I say. She curls up with me and I hold her. I’m going to miss her. Hunter and I still have at least six more weeks on the road. Kate will be going back to school in a week and then I won’t get the chance to see her for who knows how long. Plus, I don’t even know what she wants so I have to play it cool like Hunter said. I pull the covers over us and nuzzle her neck. Even sweaty, she’s perfect in my arms.
❖
I wake up with Kate’s head on my shoulder. My phone is buzzing. I’m surprised the noise doesn’t wake her. I grab the phone. It’s Hunter. No way am I answering it right now. I shoot her a text instead.
Is everything okay?
She fires back a message.
Perfect. Just checking in. What t
ime are we hitting the road?
I look at the time and am surprised that it’s already eight.
Let me wake up Kate but I’m thinking ten. Give me some time.
She sends me a happy face emoticon and I chuckle. Kate stirs next to me. Apparently, we woke her anyway.
“Good morning,” she says. It’s more of a mumble, but I’m pretty sure that’s what she says. I kiss the top of her head and she snuggles closer to me.
“Good morning.”
“Is everything all right?” she asks.
“Hunter just wanted to know what time we want to leave today.”
“Can she wait until it’s an acceptable time?” she asks. I laugh and show her the time on my phone. She sits up immediately and turns to face me. “It’s already eight? But we just fell asleep.”
“About six hours ago,” I say.
She looks around in disbelief. “That’s so not fair.” She lies back down and pulls the covers over us.
“I’m going to shower, but you stay here and get some more sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s the last possible second, okay?” I crawl out of bed and head for the bathroom. I’m not happy we are parting today either, but we both have responsibilities. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens and Kate comes in.
“Is it okay if I shower, too?” she asks. A beautiful naked woman is standing on the other side of the shower curtain wanting to get close to me again. I can’t get her into the shower fast enough. She giggles at my playfulness and I rotate us so that she is under the hot stream. “Mmmm. This feels heavenly.” I watch as she wets her long hair. Her head is tilted back, her eyes closed and her body slick. Seeing her in the light is breathtaking. The water cascades down her body, gliding over her breasts. Her glistening nipples beckon me. I lean forward and kiss one then the other. I feel her fingers thread in my hair, guiding me closer to her body. “We’re never going to get out of here on time if you keep doing this,” she says.