“Is that Jo?” I ask.
Kate shakes her head and shields her mouth with her hand. I’m tempted to take the phone out of her hand and throw it across the room like I did before, but I don’t, only because she’s looking irresistible in the yellow sundress she’s wearing that drapes down to the floor. The fact that the top of it pushes her tits out to the point where they’re practically overflowing makes me want to put my mouth on them.
She keeps talking, even when I walk up to her and slide the fabric of the dress and her bra down over her luscious tits. She shakes her head at me, her brow wrinkled and her expression scolding, but she doesn’t exactly stop me.
I run my fingers lightly over her breasts, watching her nipples rise to attention.
“No, Jo,” Kate says, her voice trailing off as I stroke her breast with my finger. “I’m not in charge of the invitations.” I bend down toward her, running my tongue over her nipple, and her head lolls back, phone still against her ear. “Nothing is wrong. I’m over what happened at the party. But that doesn’t mean you’re coming to the wedding.” She pauses for a minute, when I envelop her breast with my mouth. Then she throws the phone on the bed without even saying goodbye.
“Was that Jo?” I ask, pulling up the volumes of fabric of her dress and sliding my hand between her legs. “Why are you still talking to her?”
“I’m not,” she says, her breath short. She’s wet already; the fact that she's wet so soon makes me rock hard. I love how this girl is always ready for me, soaking between her legs the minute I get near her. “I haven’t spoken to her since the party. She wants an invitation to the wedding.”
“Why were you friends with her?” I ask, sliding my finger between her folds. I slip it inside, watching her jaw go slack and her eyes half-close.
“I don’t know,” she says. “I’ve known her for a while. I mean, she's my friend during the summers up here. She’s fun. Funny.”
“She’s not a good person,” I say. Kate already knows what I think. “Is Ella dragging you to do wedding stuff?”
She answers, her breath already ragged. “No, not me,” she says. “I think she has friends she's doing that with. Do you know how many celebrities are going to be here for this? They’re already descending on the town.”
“Like a plague.” I hitch her dress up around her waist and push her against the bed. “So no one is looking for you right now.”
“No,” she says, her voice raspy. “Is anyone looking for you?”
“Hell, no.” I slip my fingers from between her legs and unbuckle my jeans. “It’s just you and me.”
“There are so many people in the house, Caulter,” she whispers. “Right downstairs. Anyone could come up here. I’m sure Rose will be looking for us. I think she knows about us.”
“Then she won’t be looking for us,” I say, walking to the bedroom door and locking it.
“Why don’t we go somewhere?”
“We can,” I tell her. “After I come inside that tight little * of yours.”
She groans. “You’re making me --”
“Wet?” I ask. “Yeah, Princess, I already felt that.” I start to unbuckle my pants, slipping them over my ass, but she stops me.
“Just stop undressing and fuck me,” she says, wrapping her hand around my cock. It throbs in her grip. “Like, now.”
I don’t even bother to take her clothes off. The urgency in her voice as she sits on the edge of the bed with her skirt hiked up around her waist, looking slightly disheveled, makes me want to do whatever she asks. My pants are around my ass as I grip her thighs and pull her down until she’s hanging off the bed.
When I plunge my cock into her, she moans out loud. I guess she doesn’t give that much of a shit about anyone hearing. Thrusting inside her, I watch as she throws her head back, pressing against the mattress, and moans a little louder this time. “Fuck me,” she orders. “Harder.”
She’s so damn warm and wet I can’t take it. I fuck her harder. “You’re going to have to keep your moans down so your father and Ella don't catch us.”
That makes her moan again.
“Is that making you hot, Princess?” I ask, thrusting into her, my cock so deep I swear I’m going to bust through her. “Knowing that our parents might hear us?”