Chapter Twenty-Seven
“So.” I began. He put his finger to my lips.
“Don’t talk.” He smiled, “I’m not here to listen to you talk.”
I cringed inwardly at his insinuation. He may as well have said ‘I’m paying you, do what I tell you’. I nodded as his fingers trailed down my bare neck, resting in the crevice between my breasts.
“Dance for me, Kaitlin.” He murmured, his eyes appeared even darker in the soft light of the lamp.
Dance for him? Was he serious? One look at his expression and I knew he was. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and swayed my hips.
“Turn on some music and strip for me Kait. Can I call you Kait?” I nodded numbly, and fiddled with the stereo.
I ran through the playlist, picking the first song I came across.
‘Heart’s A Mess’, by Gotye.
I almost laughed at the irony. My hips gently swayed to the music. I closed my eyes. This was way too hard to do knowing his eyes were all over me.
I imagined I was standing in front of Devon.
How would I strip for him? Would he like it? Would it excite him?
I smiled, my whole body becoming lost in the music. Flinging my top over my head, I gyrated my hips down to the ground, before swaying over to him. I reached up and undid my bun, my dark hair cascading down just past my shoulders, curling at the ends.
My back against him, I sashayed to the music, my hips grinding against his erection. He grabbed hold of my skirt, tugging it down with such force I almost toppled over. His hand reached out to steady me.
“Keep going.” He urged, running a hand over my hip, down my thigh, and back up over the crack of my bum. I swayed my hips in his lap, the sound of his zipper making me fully aware of what was going to happen next.
“Turn around.” I turned around, as he lifted me onto his lap, onto his hard length. I gasped as he entered me, his hardness piercing through what felt like half my body. As much as I didn’t want it to, it felt good. Really good. I rocked myself back and forth, my climax building as he watched me. Something about him watching, waiting, turned me on immensely. I clawed at his back as my orgasm heightened. Finally I screamed out, as my body ached from the pleasure it had experienced.
“Oh god.” I gasped, still gently rocking myself, as if trying to milk as much ecstasy as I could out of the experience. I lifted myself off his still erect length, unable to take the sheer pain caused by every touch post orgasm.
“Kneel on the floor.” He whispered softly.
It wasn’t a suggestion, more of an order. I did, glancing up at him still fully dressed in a suit complete with tie and jacket, his huge length inches from my mouth.
“Take it.” He encouraged, gently pushing my head until his hardness was flush against my lips. I kept my eyes on him as I took him in.
He let out a gasp, his hand placing pressure on the back on my head. I ran my tongue up and down his length. His body stiffened as I worked my tongue harder and faster.
“Oh Jesus. F*ck!” He gasped, gripping both hands in my hair, and pulling my head into him. I resisted the urge to dry retch as his length hit the back of my throat. He guided my mouth back and forth, faster and faster as he reached his peak.
“OHH! Holy shit. Yes!” He gasped as he released inside my mouth. He relaxed back into the chair, pulling me into his lap. He kissed me forcefully, one hand snaked around my waist and the other at my neck.
“You are amazing, Kaitlin.” He murmured, kissing my neck.
As he caressed me, and touched me, I found myself wishing once again that it was Devon underneath me.
I was glad to have had the last two days off work, as I prepared for my exams. It was great being able to laze around the house, studying with Neri, listening to Sam play with his cars. I was struggling to focus on my studies.
Devon hadn’t called since his outburst the other day, and I’d avoided my lit lecture today because I couldn’t handle seeing Charlie.
I was sitting on the couch with my book in my lap when the doorbell rang. For a moment I considered ignoring it, but with the number of people home, someone was bound to answer.
It might as well be me.
I pushed the book aside and trudged down the hall. I opened the door to see Devon. I sighed.
“So are you going to let me in, or do I need to stand out here all night?” My face colored as I stepped against the wall. I glanced back into the kitchen, where I could hear Sam and Neri arguing over something. Ara was in her room.
“Go into the lounge room.” I said, “What are you doing here? For someone who wants to stay away from me, you sure need help with figuring out how that works.” I shook my head, my dark hair flowing around my shoulders. I pulled it over one shoulder, twirling it around my hand.
“Your hair is so pretty when it’s down.” He smiled at me, as he reached out and ran a few strands between his fingers. I ducked back, pulling my hair with me.
“What do you want, Devon?” I demanded, annoyed. He sat down on the sofa.
“I need to tell you something. It’s about your mom.” He added, seeing the look on my face, “Look, I’m sorry, this is hard for me to do.” He said as he reached behind his back and pulled out something pink. My face flamed as I realized he was holding one of my lacy G-strings.
“Yours?” He commented dryly, dangling it from his little finger. I snatched it off him, shoving the scrap of material in my pocket.
“Back to the point, Devon.” I snapped.
“Right. The feds have taken over your mother’s case. It turns out the man in the picture is pretty highly linked to an international drug ring.”
“Oh.” I said softly. It was all I could say. I sat on the arm of the chair, my eyes focused on a dot of paper on the rug, not sure of what else to say.
The FBI.
Did I tell Neri and Sam this?
“I’d probably hold off telling the kids this, Kaitlin. There is really no new information, it’s just they have more suitable experience in dealing with these kinds of cases. She may well be fine.” I felt myself nodding again.
“Right. Well, thanks for telling me.” I said, standing up.
“Kait?” He hesitated as I looked up at him, “This also means…I’m no longer on your case. Once I have filled the feds in, I’ll have no reason to harass you anymore.” He looked embarrassed, as he should.
Is that what he thought he was doing? Harassing me?
Was it my imagination, or did he almost sound relieved to be rid of me?
“So, this whole blowing me off thing, it was never really about you being on my mother’s case then, was it?” I asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.
He hesitated. “Kait, it’s complicated.” He sighed, not looking me in the eye. I almost laughed. Complicated?
“Thanks for stopping by, Devon. I really appreciate it.” My tone made it clear I was done talking.
He nodded, standing in front of me for a moment, looking like he wanted to say something. Eventually, he simply nodded again and headed for the door.
“Kait, call me if you need to talk.” He glanced over his shoulder as he walked out the door, a sadness in his eyes. Was he serious? If I needed to talk, he would be the last person I would call.
I didn’t f*cking get him.