Blue Desire (13 page)

He
ran his fingers through her hair. “If you keep at that, I’m likely to come, and
then it’s going to be a while until I can fuck you.”

She
loved the idea of his cock in her pussy but not as much as she wanted to push
him over the edge. She wasn’t entirely sure she deserved to be fucked at this
point. He, on the other hand, had definitely earned a blowjob, so she tightened
her fist and sped up her motions, bobbing her head up and down on his cock as
fast as she could go.

She
felt him pulse, and then spurt so hard into the reservoir tip she could feel it
against her tongue. She opened her eyes, admiring the long thickness of his
cock, which managed to look manly even in a pink covering. She pulled on him, squeezing
the last of his essence into the rubber sheath, and when there was no more
coming
, she pulled it off and tossed it in the wastebasket
with the other.

“Did
I do okay?” She thought she knew the answer, but she craved some reassurance.

“You
did wonderfully. You’re staying the night, by the way, so I can screw you in
the morning.”

“Oh!”
She sighed. “That sounds lovely, actually.” She hadn’t realized how tired she
was until that moment. The concert had been a total rush, but she’d put her all
into it. She didn’t know how late it was now, but it had to be nearly three in
the morning. “I hope we’re not getting up too early?”

“If
we are, then we can go back to sleep.”

She
grinned. “That works, Sir. Um…”

“Hmm?”

“Do
you have a T-shirt I could borrow?” After seeing the look on his face, she
figured she’d better explain. “I always sleep in oversized T-shirts.” Actually,
she usually slept in a big Hello Kitty pajama nightshirt, but that was close
enough.

He
chuckled. “I have lots of T-shirts, all of which would be oversized on you, but
you’re sleeping naked tonight. And every night you’re here.”

Every night?
So he wasn’t fed up with her after
all. Still, she wasn’t sure she could sleep without a T-shirt.

He
took the unused condom packet and set it on the nightstand, and then stood and
pulled back the covers. “In you go,” he said. She climbed up onto the bed to
slip under the soft cool sheets. Then he moved in beside her and pulled her
head from the pillow so it rested on her chest. He flicked the switch next to the
bed, and the room went dark.

I definitely can’t
sleep like this. But it sure is nice
. She could hear his heartbeat, and the
hair on his chest tickled her ear. She decided to stay there for a while, and
maybe after he fell asleep, she’d move back to the pillow. It wouldn’t take
long, not after coming twice, if she knew men. She listened to his breathing,
enjoying the rise and fall of his chest, but he wasn’t asleep. She could feel
his fingers moving in her hair still, which was very relaxing. It was a very
comforting place to be, even naked.

She
didn’t remember anything else until her eyes fluttered open to find a small
sliver of daylight between the curtains.

Brett
watched Kat as she stirred against him. At the feel of her breasts shifting against
his stomach, his cock twitched. She was a very sexy woman.

He
wondered why she had felt constrained to lie about her experience with anal
sex. To him being experienced was
neither a turn-on or
a turnoff. He didn’t get his kicks out of deflowering virgins, and he certainly
didn’t think that a woman who’d done everything in the book was somehow damaged
goods. But it did change his approach if he knew a woman he was with had never
experienced anal sex before. It was the kind of thing any
dom
worth his salt would want to know.

It
particularly irritated him because he very much enjoyed having Kat in his bed,
and he didn’t ask women to sleep over just because they were a good lay. He
felt something for her; he didn’t think it was a
fanboy
crush, even though he loved her music. There was something vulnerable about her
that made him want to take care of her, made him want her to be more than just
someone he played with.
A friend, maybe.
A lover?
If only he could get past the lying. If she was
only a play partner, he wouldn’t care as much—it’d be an obstacle to good play,
but it’d be her problem, not his. She was only hurting herself. But he didn’t
want to see her hurt. Her lying wasn’t the kind of thing he could punish in a
fun, mutually pleasurable way—that would just reinforce it. If it continued,
eventually he’d have to walk away, and he wasn’t ready for it to come to that.

She
turned and looked up at him and in the process pulled away. She even grabbed a
part of the sheet to hold around her breasts. Her modesty was so at odds with
the woman who felt she had to pretend she’d had anal sex before.

“Good
morning,” he said.

“Good
morning.” She smiled uncertainly. “How long have you been awake?”

“Just a few minutes.
I like listening to you breathe.”

She
looked pleased for a moment and then snorted and turned her head.
“Yeah.”

“Katrina,
you’re not onstage here. You don’t need to be a tough punk rocker with an
attitude. And I see through it anyway.”

Her
eyes flashed, and her nostrils flared. For a moment he thought she was going to
snap at him angrily, but then her eyes narrowed. “You do, don’t you? Dammit.”

“It’s
okay.”

“Next
you’ll tell me that I’m safe here. That you’re safe.”

He
grinned. “Oh, I’m very dangerous. But in a different way than what you mean, I
think.”

When
he first met her, she was putting on an act to get what she wanted out of sex.
He suspected the lying about anal sex was something else: an attempt to be
tough and invulnerable. The sheet was no doubt pulled up to protect that
vulnerability too, although it made her look anything but tough. At his glance
she pushed it away, displaying a very nice set of full breasts with rosy
nipples that looked like they wanted to be sucked on. Gently, in her case,
because he remembered she was
extrasensitive
.

“Lech,”
she said, and her face softened.

He
laughed.
“Seems you’re not too bad at reading your partner
either.”
He grabbed the sheets and tossed them away from the bed,
unveiling her. Before she could reach for them, he pulled her into his arms and
kissed her deeply. God, she tasted sweet. He inhaled. Her scent reminded him of
raspberries and vanilla.

It
was a second before she started responding, but when she did, it was more than
satisfactory. Her lips pressed against his so hard his lips hurt with sweet
pain, and her tongue thrust into his mouth. It was both lovemaking and a
struggle for dominance, a struggle he was always going to win. He cupped her
breast. He ran his thumb over the stiff nipple, making her moan. His cock
ached. He wanted her
now.

He
rolled over, pinning her. She grabbed his ass in response, which was all he
needed to know that she was a willing partner. It was a stretch to get the
condom wrapper from the nightstand, but he snagged it and ripped it open.

She
grinned up at him. “Fuck—”

He
kissed her again to stop her from speaking. He had every intention of fucking
her, but he wasn’t about to have her order him to do it. When he parted from
her lips, he told her, “I’m in charge. And I’m going to fuck you.”
Make love.

He
squeezed the tip and then rolled the condom over his cock. Yes, he wanted to
make love to her, but the way she’d kissed, he doubted soft and tender would be
what she wanted. It wasn’t his preference anyway. What he wanted was a woman he
could take hard and who would give as good as she got.

He
positioned the head of his cock at her pussy, brushing the side of his hand
against her clit in the process. She moaned and opened her legs wider,
seemingly willing him not to wait. He was happy to oblige. He filled her with
one thrust. She moaned.

He
seized her wrists and held them against the bed, and she arched in response,
letting him know he’d judged her mood correctly. Then, after a moment of
acquiescence, she started pulling against him, trying to get her hands free.
There was no chance of his grip faltering, even when he pulled her wrists
together to hold in one hand.

Her
nipples felt like diamonds against his chest, and his cock thrust easily into
her warm wet pussy. He didn’t kiss her again right away; he wanted her to be
able to use her safe word if she needed to. But when she ceased her struggle
and started to rock her hips in time with his, grinding against him, he covered
her mouth with his and tasted her deeply.

She
shuddered, and her pussy quivered. He reached down and slid his finger across
her clit. “Now, little kitty.”

She
jerked her head to the side and screamed. Her body rippled against him, and her
pussy squeezed him so hard he lost control. White-hot cum surged like molten
lava through his cock and erupted in wave after wave of pleasure as he came
hard. Two bouts the night before had done nothing to quell his appetite for
her.

At
last her shaking stopped, and he collapsed with her, spent. He shifted to the
side slightly so his weight was not all on her.

“Please,”
she said after a moment, and he stared at her with no idea what she needed. He
was a good reader of women, especially submissive women, but he wasn’t psychic.

“Please
let me hold you,” she managed. He hadn’t let go of her wrists. He didn’t right
away now either, pulling her arms toward him at first before letting go. She
squeezed him fiercely.

He
held her back. “That was wonderful.”

She
grinned. “I noticed that.” She reached down and peeled the condom off him,
tossing it to an unused corner of the bed. Then she stroked his cock, which was
still half-hard. Her hand was cool, and he twitched at her touch.
“
Mmm
. Plenty for a girl to love.”
He thought she was going to bring him to full hardness again, but she let go
and looked thoughtful. “I can’t stay all day,” she murmured, and she didn’t
look happy about it.

Her
looking unhappy shouldn’t make him feel good, but in this case, it did. Staying
all day was something he wanted her to want.

“Why?”

“Practice
at noon. It’s in Bethesda in Cindy’s garage. And I need to eat first.”

“It’s
only nine thirty now.”

“Perhaps
we have a little time at that. May I use your shower?”

“Yes,
of course. I’ll get you a fresh towel.” He grinned at her. “Want company?”

“I’d
never get finished.”

He
nodded. That was sensible. He’d always claimed to like sensible women.

“I’d
really like to stay,” she said.

“You
can come back tonight.”

She
bit her lip. God, she looked sexy when she did that. “I think I’d like that.”

“Then
it’s a must.” He got up to get the towel. He had a nice fluffy white one in
mind for her. He didn’t often have women stay overnight. He couldn’t remember
the last time he had one stay over for two nights in a row.

Kat
giggled. “Nice ass.”

“Thanks.”
He retrieved the towel from the linen closet in the hall outside the bedroom
and then returned. Her gaze stayed below waist level, which was enough to make
his cock stir. He handed her the towel and sat down next to her. “Bathroom’s
right over there,” he said, pointing at the obvious door. “The water takes a
minute to warm, so turn it on before you step in.”

She
kissed him quickly on the cheek. “Thank you.” She got up and headed that way.
Her hips swayed, doing nice things to the twin globes of her backside.

“Nice
ass,” he said. He didn’t giggle like she had because there wasn’t anything
funny about it. It made him want to fuck her again.
Tonight,
maybe.

She
looked over her shoulder. “Lech,” she said again, but she was smiling. “Will
you come to the concert tonight, or am I having Cindy drive me to your place
after?”

“I
wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said, and he meant it. Hell, he’d have come
back to hear her music even if he hadn’t been sleeping with her.

BRETT
ENDED UP taking her out to lunch at a place on Connecticut Avenue that sold
absolutely delicious wraps, and then drove her to Cindy’s. Kat hated being
silent during the drive, but she had a lot to think about, both with her music
and with Brett. She’d know more about the music when she saw how many people
showed up to her concert that night. Hopefully there would be more gigs in other
cities. Cindy said she had enough leave and flexibility to do that, but that
would only be a concern if they were successful. And they had to cut a demo CD,
and then more. Kat was excited about the direction the music had taken the
night before, and she was eager to get to work.

How
did that affect her and Brett? Angus had always traveled with her on tour, of
course. Brett couldn’t do that, she imagined, although she wasn’t sure what he
did for a living, whether it was just the corsets or he had something else. She
could ask, but that would make her sound serious.
I am serious. But I shouldn’t be, not this fast. And I certainly am not
ready to let on. He’d think I was crazy or easy or both.