33
KAT
“You know, Kitty Kat. I never meant to hurt you. I was only trying to—”
“Don’t. Please, not here. Not right now. I just want to enjoy this.”
Styx’s arms tighten around me, his forearms brushing the underside of my boob. A small whimper spills from my lips.
“What?” he asks, his warm breath hitting my ear.
“That felt nice.”
“Oh yeah?” He brushes his thumb upward over my nipple, eliciting a shiver deep inside me.
“Styx…” His name gets stuck in my throat as he does it again and again and I lift my hips, water splashing around us.
He stops suddenly. “I didn’t bring you in here for this, Kitty Kat.”
“Please. I need this. I need… you.”
I’m tired of fighting it. Of pretending that I hate him.
Styx’s hand collars my throat, gently squeezing as he twists my face back and kisses me. Slow, intense drags of his tongue that make my toes curl.
His fingers loosen, fluttering down my throat and between the valley of my breasts, going lower and lower until they slip under the water and find my pussy.
My breath hitches, my head dropping back onto his shoulder as he slides two fingers deep inside me.
“More.” I arch into his touch, and Styx adds another finger, stretching me. He teases me, slowly pulling them out and plunging them back inside, unraveling the ball of tension in my stomach, stroke by stroke.
“You like that, baby girl?” He circles his thumb over my clit, letting his other hand trail over my breast.
It’s sensation overload and before long I’m moaning and writhing against him, chasing that moment when the world shatters.
“You want me to make you come, Kitty Kat?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur, pressing my lips together.
“Do you have any idea how addicted I am to this sweet pussy?” He nips my ear, dragging it between his teeth, making my eyes flutter. “Knew it the second I got inside of you that night, that I’d never be able to walk away. You were made for me, Kitty Kat.”
The sound of someone clearing their voice makes my eyes snap open and I glance over at the door. Ryder stands there, leaning against the doorjamb, watching us.
“I see you got started without me.”
“Fuck off, Ry,” Styx warns but I curl my hand around his thigh and squeeze. “What?” he asks.
“Let him… stay. Please.”
“I’m down if you are, Styxy.”
“Don’t fucking call me that.”
My moans fill the bathroom as he keeps working me with his fingers, commanding both their attention.
“Fucking look at her, brother. She’s desperate for it.”
“He’s right, baby girl. Your pussy is trying to swallow my fingers.”