Kiss me.
Chapter Three
Catherine
He kissed me hard, feverishly, and it was like an animal had been unleashed inside of him. I found myself in his arms, both of us standing. Maybe he’d wanted to push me away? Maybe he’d wanted to stop this? But as he broke the kiss and looked down at me, I could see by his expression he wouldn’t.
He pulled me in again and kissed me with even more passion. Sutton had his dick pressed against my belly and ground himself on me, over and over again until I couldn’t stop the moan that came from me.
“Catherine,” he grunted against my mouth, and I gasped at how good that was, how it was like an auditory orgasm all on its own.
“I am so fucking hard for you, baby.”
The way he said it, so crudely, almost brutally, had me clenching my thighs together as more wetness slipped from my pussy.
God, I was so ready for him, for this.
The beers I’d had helped with my nerves, made me feel flushed and sexy, as if I didn’t have to worry about anything.
“Tell me you want this,” he said as if he were out of breath.
The room was dark, the only light coming through the partially drawn blinds, slits of light moving along his big body.
Being in front of Sutton made me feel so feminine, as if I were nothing but this delicate flower in a raging storm.
“I want this.” I felt like my cheeks were on fire, and was thankful for the lack of light. The last thing I wanted was for him to see that the booze had gone to my head. Although I was with it enough to know what I was doing, who I was doing this with.
He swallowed, the sound amplified in the room. He moved his hands to the button and fly of his jeans, started undoing them, and all I could do was stand there and watch. My heart was in my throat, sweat beading between my breasts, and my nerves so strong I felt dizzy from it all.
“Take your clothes off.” The way he said those four words had my heart racing impossibly faster.
I didn’t dare disobey. I wanted this, wanted to be in that bed with Sutton on top of me, the party raging below, but both of us in our own little world.
I started taking my clothes off, my shirt first, then my shoes, my socks, and finally my pants. I stood there in my bra and panties, my nipples so hard they ached. I watched as Sutton finished getting undressed. Despite the fact the shadows concealed the majority of him from my view, I knew what he looked like.
Masculine.
Hard lines.
Defined muscle.
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but before a word could leave my lips, he was pressed right to me, his body so hard where mine was soft. He walked us backward, his hand on my hand, the other on my waist. The wall stopped us from going any further, my heart beating even harder than the thump of the music blaring right below us.
Maybe this was a bad idea, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt right and perfect and way overdue. I’d blame the alcohol later, or maybe he would. But right now, nothing else mattered than finally giving myself to Sutton.
He pressed his mouth to mine and I instantly moaned, the flavor of Sutton mixed with the alcohol he’d drunk making me feel even more intoxicated.
I groaned when he sucked my tongue inside of his mouth. His cock was so hard, so hot and big against my belly. He started gently thrusting against me, as if maybe he didn’t realize what he did. But I didn’t want him to stop. I needed more.
God, I’d never been this wet, not even when I’d touched myself at night and thought about him.
There was no stopping this, but I didn’t want it to end. In fact, I wanted it to go even further, as far and as wide as humanly possible.
He saw me, really saw me for the first time. Sutton wanted me and if this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.
“Touch me,” he groaned against my mouth, guttural, harsh. “Please.” The way he said that word, long, deep and low, had my nipples tingling and my pussy clenching. I wanted something thick and long, something only Sutton could give me, shoved deep in my body, easing this ache. Moving his mouth from my lips, along my cheek, and finally stopping by my ear, I listened to the harsh panting of his breath. “Touch me, Catherine.”
I closed my eyes and shivered, but reached between our bodies until the back of my hand brushed against the hot, so very hard length of him.
“God, having your hand right there, so close yet not touching me is fucking brutal, baby.”