She whimpers. "Fuck me now," she says.
"That was fast." But I pull myself away from her, slip her shirt over her head, and she pulls mine off before falling back against the pillows. I'm still wearing my pajama pants, the thin cotton fabric barrier between us minimal, and I can feel the pre-cum wet on the fabric. Leaning down, I take her breast in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple. "You're ready for me so soon?"
Katherine puts her palms on my face and pulls me up to her, her tongue thrusting insistently in my mouth as she kisses me. When I slide my fingers between her legs, she groans. The fabric of her panties is soaked. "See?" she asks. "I'm so wet already."
"You are," I say. "Hang on a second. Let me grab a condom." I move away from her, but she latches onto my arm.
"No."
"No, what?"
"No condom," she whispers.
"It'll take me two seconds," I say. "They're right over there."
"Do we have to?"
"Use a condom?" I ask. "You're the one who was concerned about me fucking a redhead, but now you want to go bareback?"
"You didn't fuck the redhead," she says.
"Is that a question or a statement?" I ask. "Because you didn't seem sure before."
"It's a statement," she says. "I'm sure."
"Mhmm." I stand up anyway, sliding her panties over her hips and down her legs, unable to resist running my tongue down her * as I do. The taste makes me rock hard. The thought of being inside her, with no protection, makes me want to come right now. But that's definitely against my rules. "That's not something I do, Katherine."
"What do you mean?" She watches me strip out of my pants, and her mouth parts when she sees my cock, which makes me feel smug as hell. I grab a condom from the bottom drawer in her desk. "Did you stash those in there?" she asks.
"Yeah." I join her back on the bed.
"When?"
"A while ago."
"Before we started screwing?" she asks. I climb over her, back where I was before, and she wraps her warm hand around my cock.
"Are you going to break my dick if I answer you honestly?" I'm slightly concerned that it's something she's capable of. But she just laughs as she slides her thumb over the tip, the pre-cum wet on my skin.
"You did, didn't you?" she asks.
"I did."
"You're a cocky asshole."
"You're not a frigid bitch," I say.
"Thanks," she says, laughing. "I think that's the best compliment you've given me, Caulter Sterling."
"Don't ever say I didn't say nice things about you," I say. She's running her hand up and down the length of my cock, and I groan. When she guides me to her *, I tense as I feel her warm wetness against my bare cock, even though it's the best thing I've ever felt. "Wait."
"I'm on birth control," she says. "I have been for years. Are you clean?"
"I was tested right before...you, actually." I don't tell her why, that a month before her I'd slept with this psychotic chick from an all-girls school half an hour away who'd also, as it turned out, had slept with half of the lacrosse team.
She arches her hips up slightly so that the tip of my cock is just inside her. "So do it. Fuck me. I want to feel you come inside me."
"Shit, Kate," I groan, not moving. I don't screw chicks without using rubbers. I may not be a stand-up guy, but at least I'm safe. "You're killing me. You're supposed to be the responsible one."
"You're rubbing off on me," she whispers, her hands sliding around to my ass cheeks. "What can I say? I want to do something crazy."
She pulls at me, but I brace, only allowing myself to go inside her another inch. Another agonizing inch inside her warm, wet cunt. I can't be expected to make a responsible decision, not with my cock inside her *. She squeezes her muscles tight around me and that's it. I ram my cock inside her, up to the hilt, in one deep thrust, feeling the exquisite bliss of her muscles stretch to fit me.
Katherine arches as I slip inside her, her head falling back, hair falling down on the pillowcase and around her shoulders. One hand under her back, I pull her against me as I fuck her, my rhythm slow, even though she's wet and willing.
She urges me on, little moans under her breath and then whispers, over and over, "Yes, yes."
"Look at me, Kate." She jerks her head up, and her eyes meet mine before she kissed me hungrily. Every part of her is hungry; her * is practically milking me now, even before she comes. I know she's ready, on the verge so quickly, but I tell myself to slow down and wait.
"No, no, don't stop," she whispers, her voice almost a whine. She wraps her legs around me, pinning me with my cock deep inside her, but I stop moving. I grab her wrists, and push them above her head, then lower my mouth close to hers again. "Please don't stop."
"Don't try to take control, Kate," I whisper. "It doesn't suit you." She whimpers, but lies still, and I kiss her, my cock throbbing inside her. When she tightens her muscles around me again, I laugh. "You are always trying to take control."
"Fuck..." she whispers, and I wait for her to say you, but she doesn't. She says, " Fuck me."
I can't wait any longer. I thrust deeply inside her, feeling the gush of wetness from her *. "Is that what you wanted?" I ask.
"Yes," she whispers, her fingers lacing tightly with mine, palms pressed against my palms as I drive into her over and over. "Yes."
"You want my bare cock inside you..."
"Yes," she says. "Oh God, yes."
"You want to feel me come inside your bare *." Her muscles are tensing around my cock, squeezing it. It's all I can do not to come inside her right this second, with how tight she is, how warm she feels.
"Caulter, I'm so close." She punctuates her words with one final squeeze, and I'm groaning and letting go, flooding her with my hot seed. When she comes, she arches up to meet her lips to mine, and I mute her moans with my mouth as I drive into her, feeling her orgasm rip through her body. Her * spasms around my cock, her muscles milking me for every last drop of my cum.
Afterward, the only sound in the room is our ragged breath as we come down from our orgasms, and when she finally opens her eyes to look at me, my face inches from hers, her smile is broad. "That was good."
"That's all you have to say?" I ask. "It was good? What a letdown."
"It was definitely not a letdown," she says, wrapping her legs around me. "Do you want to go again?"
"I've created a monster," I say, kissing her forehead, then her cheekbone, and the side of her face. "You're not going to be able to stop."
"So don't make me stop," she whispers. "Keep fucking me."
"You know this can't last." I feel the obligation to warn her, but as soon as I speak the words, I think I'm trying to warn myself. She's getting under my skin, and I'm afraid she's changing me. I know she's changing me.
"If we're careful..." she says, her voice trailing off. She thinks I'm talking about the fact that we'll get caught, but I'm not. I don't tell her what I'm thinking. Instead, I kiss her soft lips.
“We'll be careful,” I tell her. I remind myself that I need to be careful. With her heart and mine.
My father and Ella are back at the lake house full-time now. The Senate broke for the summer three days ago. Three days ago, the house was turned into a flurry of activity in preparation for the wedding, the house flooded with people: the wedding planner, caterers, stylist, managers, decorators, baker, and my father’s entourage of political advisers.
I’d have expected the wedding to disrupt my father's campaign, but it all seems to fit in nicely. It helps, I suppose, that Ella runs her wedding planning with the same kind of military precision with which my father attacks his re-election campaign.
Caulter and I are no longer just fucking. I mean, we've been fucking. But now we're fucking like rabbits. We've been screwing all the time.