Devin
I didn’t fucking understand her. I’d never really been great at understanding women. I was good at fucking them, but that was about the only thing I could really claim when it came to the fairer sex. I’d never had a real relationship, either. Wasn’t because I couldn’t get one, but because I’d never wanted one. I never understood the point of fucking a woman more than once. Even a woman as smokin’ hot as Katia Reynolds.
What’s that saying? Show me the most beautiful woman in the world, and I’ll show you a man sick of her shit?
Yeah, something like that.
My buddies in the club, Tristan and Troy, always had girls hanging around. They were more like Wicked Bones groupies than anything else, though. And they’d always vie to sleep with me, but that didn’t work out too well. I was usually too busy worrying about the well-being of my guys. I didn’t have time for some cheap little floozy who expected a warm bed and a hug just for giving me head.
When I was in high school, before I dropped out, there was a girl who followed me around and flirted with me. I had to give her credit. Back then, I was a greasy motherfucker who rarely showered or shaved, and I always wore trench coats with ripped up jeans. She was in a few of my classes, and she’d always make it a point to sit beside me and flirt with me. She’d wear skirts and sit with her legs spread just enough so I could see the white crotch of her panties. It used to drive me crazy. I never got to see her pussy; she wasn’t that kind of girl. But the glimpse of her labia nestled in white cotton was enough to make me cum my pants more than once. She’d lick her lips and toss her hair over one shoulder and act all innocent and sweet. I think her name was Tanya. She never even talked to me outside of class. I used to dream about fucking her, but the truth is, we never even touched.
That was about the closest I’d ever come to having a girlfriend. I got laid for the first time when I was fourteen, some girl that was hanging around my older brother Stephen. He and I barely had anything in common, but we shared the same blue eyes, dark hair, and mischievous grin. Girls flocked to him, even though he was kind of a nerd. He did debate team and he was in the bowling club, but he could still get pussy.
One day, this little redheaded girl showed up while I was sitting on our porch. She was older than me, probably sixteen or seventeen or so.
“Is Stephen around?” She flicked her eyes over me with interest. “Who are you? His brother?”
I nodded, sticking out my chest and trying to look cool. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m Devin.”
She giggled. “I think I had a class with you last semester.” I watched as she blushed; it lent a delicious pink undertone to her pale skin. “Algebra One, right?”
I snorted. “Yeah, fuck that shit. I hate math.”
“I do, too,” she said. She giggled again and scooted closer. We were sitting outside on the front porch, and it occurred to me then how beautiful the sky was, all shades of purple and pink and orange. I wondered if it was always this pretty at this time of the day, or if I was just noticing for the first time before.
“So,” I said, trying to sound suave. I stretched my arms over my head and let one rest on the back of the porch swing. “You’re Stephen’s girlfriend?”
She blushed and shook her head. “Um, no,” she said. She crinkled up her nose and gazed into my eyes. Her eyes weren’t exactly green, more hazel, but the sun caught them in a pretty way that almost turned them golden, like a cat’s.
“You wanna be Stephen’s girlfriend, then,” I said as I grinned at her knowingly. It wasn’t a question but a statement. “Get in line. He has girls calling him around the clock.”
She licked her lips. “He probably doesn’t even know I exist,” she said mournfully. I watched as her pink lips opened and a small sigh came out of her perfectly-formed mouth. “I mean, we’re in drama together. But he’s so popular. I can’t even compete with those other girls.”
I put my arm around her for real then. I wasn’t trying to mack on her, just make her feel better. At least, that’s what I told myself when she leaned into the crook of my arm. It felt so good to have a warm girl pressed up against me, a girl who smelled like strawberries, Dove soap, and something vaguely sweet but unrecognizable.
“What’s your name?” I asked her softly.
Instead of answering, she shifted in the porch swing and pressed her lips to my cheek. I turned my face and met hers, and then we were kissing for real. When she slid her tongue into my mouth, I tasted bubblegum. I thought my cock was going to explode in my pants.
“It’s Lilly,” she said shyly, pulling away. “You wanna go inside?”
That day remained one of the hottest days in my life. I think I spanked to it for years afterwards. Lilly and my brother never wound up dating. I wonder why. She didn’t hang around much after that, and I never saw her after that. I probably wasn’t a very good fuck. I think I lasted all of five seconds before groaning and filling the condom. But that day was important to me; it was the day I’d become a man.
“Hey,” Katia said. She snapped her fingers, jolting me out of my Lilly-induced reverie. Katia walked into the living room wearing a pair of jeans and a white sweater. “What’re you doing?”
I blinked. “Nothing,” I mumbled.
She burst out laughing. “You’ve been staring at the wall for like, twenty minutes,” she teased. “I’m going shopping for dinner.”
I stared at her. The afternoon sun was catching her blonde hair, making it look almost white. The jeans were practically molded to her body, and I could see the curve of her ass through the denim. And the sweater was a sexy one. The soft wool was knit in a pattern with holes, and I could see her tan skin through the fabric. My cock twitched in my pants as I thought about what it would feel like to grab her, take her, make her mine.
“What?” Katia looked down at her sweater. “Do I have something on me?”
I shook my head.
Idiot, I thought with a groan. Act like a fucking man, you’re not some stupid teenager! You’re thirty years old, for fuck’s sake! If you wanna fuck her, fuck her!
“No,” I said. I stood up and ran a hand through my unruly cowlicks. Katia stepped closer, and a warm, spicy-yet-floral scent wafted over my senses. “I can take you to the store,” I said casually. “I’m bored as fuck right now.”
For a moment, I thought she was going to protest. Ever since that day in the hospital earlier in the week, I’d thought of her a little differently. She was still a spoiled little bitch – don’t get me wrong, but I was starting to see her as almost innocent, the kind of girl who wanted to act like much more of an adult than she really felt. I had a feeling that a lot of Katia’s snobby behavior was all adapted, all something that she’d started putting forward as a way of making herself seem more like the typical beauty queen, the typical LA girl.
“Okay,” she said in a small voice. “You can drive.”
I grinned. As we climbed into the car, an idea struck me. “Hey,” I said. “You ever seen the Hollywood sign? Like, the view from up there?”
Katia’s blue eyes got wide, and she shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “I’ve always wanted to see the view. People always talk about how incredible it is, but I’ve never been.”
“We should go up there,” I said as I backed my Camaro out of the driveway. Katia looked good sitting in it beside me. I wouldn’t have told her, but I was dying to see what she’d look like in a bikini, rolling around on the hood.
“Why?” Katia frowned. “I thought you hated spending time with me.”
I sighed. “Not this shit again,” I said darkly. “I don’t want another round of questions like you gave me after going to the hospital.”
Katia bit her pink bottom lip, and a jolt of desire shot through my body. “Okay,” she agreed. “No more questions.”
I kept my eyes locked on her as I drove out towards the Hollywood hills. I couldn’t have told her this, but seeing her at the hospital had put her in a new light. She was obviously the favorite person of those sick girls, and I had no idea why she kept going every week. Maybe it had been some kind of a charity event at first, and she’d felt guilty ignoring them? Or maybe she’d worry that she’s look bad if she didn’t show up?
I frowned as I steered the car onto the freeway. Neither of those options really fit with my idea of Katia Reynolds as a person. She wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy. Ice cold, more like.
Maybe there’s something about her I don’t know yet, I thought as I shifted into a higher gear, passing a lane of cars. Yeah, right, I decided, looking over. She was probably just doing it to look good for me.
“At least there haven’t been any more creepy emails, right?” I glanced over at her. Katia was sitting perfectly straight, staring out the window with her rose gold Gucci sunglasses perched on the bridge of her perfect nose. “I mean, that’s gotta be a huge fuckin’ relief for you, I’d think.”
Katia nodded. “It’s weird,” she said slowly. “I never felt unsafe before, especially not in my own condo. Not even at beauty pageants with all those creepy guys around.”
I burst out laughing. Katia looked offended, but she didn’t say anything in response.
“I bet,” I said carefully. “Those guys probably make Donald Trump look like a gentleman.”
“Oh my God,” Katia said. She giggled and put a hand against her chest. “I actually met him once, you know.”
“You did?” I looked at her over the tops of my aviators. “You kiddin’ me?”
“Dead serious,” Katia replied. “I was qualifying for the Miss Universe pageant – I didn’t win, obviously,” she added with a sour expression. I had to stare; even when she was pissed, she was still gorgeous. “But yeah, I had to go to this dinner sponsored by Trump, and he was such a creep!” She rolled her eyes. “Oh my God, he walked around touching all of our butts! It was so gross!”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” I mumbled, raking a hand through my hair. “And you just had to take it?”
Katia nodded. She looked miserable, and I felt a pang of something strong. Frowning, I bit my lip. What was it about her that made me want to protect her?
“We were supposed to think of it as an honor,” she said loftily. “I mean, how gross is that? Some creepy, old orange man grabs you, and you’re supposed to like it?”
I pulled off the freeway and started driving up one of the older country roads that I knew led to the Hollywood sign. As the Camaro bounced over cracks in the road, Katia squealed. I watched as she bounced up and down; her breasts, her ass, all flying around the inside of the car like she wasn’t even strapped in.
“What?” Katia asked primly. “You’re staring at me.”
I didn’t reply. Seconds later, I felt her hand on my thigh. Katia slid her fingers up my leg, gently squeezing my thigh. When she got to my crotch, I groaned. I was already hard. Just seeing her tits bounce around from the bumps was enough to make me solid as a rock. Katia slid her fingers over the bulge in my jeans, and I suppressed the urge to moan.
As quickly as I could, I slowed the Camaro down and pulled over to the side of the road. Even though we were only about half an hour outside of LA, it looked like we were in the middle of the country.
“What are you doing?” Katia looked out the window. “This isn’t the Hollywood sign, I don’t see anything—”
Reaching across the seat, I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in close. Her lips against mine felt like two silk petals, and I moaned as she slid her tongue in my mouth. Katia’s hands on my lap felt as hot as molten lava, and as she brushed her fingers against my cock, I shivered and groaned.
“God,” Katia moaned softly. “Take me, Devin.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice.
As smoothly as I could, I tumbled into the backseat of the Camaro and pulled Katia with me. She landed on top of me with a soft groan, and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. As we kissed, I pushed my muscular thigh between Katia’s legs against her crotch. I could feel the hot pulse of her pussy through the skintight material of her jeans, and for a moment, I thought I was going to cream my boxers. Katia flattened her body against mine. Her trim tummy and full breasts pushed against my chest, making me feel like a real man. I was filled with the urge to tear her apart, to rip her clothes off, to make her so satisfied that she’d never want another cock for the rest of her life.
“Devin,” Katia moaned. I shivered. The way she said my name was enough to send a powerful bolt of lust running though my body. I shifted my body, putting one hand on her waist and the other on her hip. Pushing Katia underneath me, I crawled on top of her as best I could. The Camaro’s backseat was small and snug, but we fit perfectly, almost like it had been designed for this steamy moment. As Katia pressed her lips to mine and ran her tongue along my lower lip, I groaned with desire. She ground her hips against me, spreading her legs and wrapping them around my waist until I was locked against her crotch.
Nudging Katia’s head up and to the side, I nibbled my way down her neck, kissing and licking her tender, tan skin. She tasted like vanilla and Tom Ford Black Orchid. My cock was throbbing in my jeans by the time my face was buried in her breasts. The white sweater was made of soft wool material, but it was skimpy enough where I could see the swell of her breasts rising and falling in a black satin bra.
I slipped my hand under Katia’s sweater and moved to tug it over her head. She didn’t resist; she even craned her neck up to help me. When she was laying underneath me in just a bra and jeans, I stared at her.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” I murmured into her cleavage as I buried my face between her perfect tits. They were all natural, too. Katia moaned as I pulled one breast free of the bra cup and flicked my tongue over her nipple. It was as hard as a little pebble in my mouth, and I nipped at her areola with my teeth as Katia arched her back and pushed more of her breast inside my mouth.
Running my hand down her body, I slid my fingers between her thighs and rubbed the crotch of her jeans. The cries emanating from Katia were hoarse, wild, like she’d never been touched like this before. I grinned as I increased the friction between her body and mine. I wanted to please her until she was screaming, until she was so wet that I could smell her pussy from a mile away.
Katia shifted her body under mine. She released her legs from my waist and moaned softly as I slid my hand between the waistband of her jeans and her perfectly toned stomach. My fingers touched filmy lace, and my cock throbbed in my jeans.
“I’m so wet, Devin,” Katia moaned seductively in my ear. She shifted to the side and pulled me with her until we were laying side by side, tangled up in the back of the Camaro. She grinned at me and reached behind her body, unsnapping her bra and pulling it away from her breasts. I couldn’t help but gape when I saw her shirtless for the first time. Her perfect rounded breasts were tan and capped with pink nipples that begged to be sucked and licked. Groaning, I buried my face in her tits and took one of her perfect nipples between my thumb and index finger. Katia let out an unbridled cry of pleasure as I rolled the erect nipple in my fingers. She arched her back and shoved her body close to mine. Just as I was about to reach between our bodies and slip my hand into her jeans once more, Katia slipped her hands under my shirt. They were hot and soft, and just the sensation of her hands on my bare skin was enough to drive my lust to new heights.
Katia tugged my shirt over my head and pressed her bare tits against me. I groaned as she dragged her fingernails lightly down my back. She wasn’t touching me hard enough to leave a mark, but I imagined fire bursting up in the wake of her nails. As she touched the small of my back, I groaned and shoved my hips forward. Inside my pants, my cock was on fire. I wanted her to touch me. Hell, I needed her to touch me.
“God, Katia,” I groaned in a low voice. “Touch my cock. Please, touch me.”
Katia gave me a mischievous smirk and kissed me again. I tasted our shared saliva on her lower lip as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, she twined one hand in my hair and gently tugged my scalp until I was groaning with desire. Katia nibbled and sucked on my lower lip until I was gasping. The lust filling my body was more addictive, more powerful than any drug I’d ever taken. As she pulled away, she trailed her hands down my body and fumbled with the snap on my jeans.
Eagerly, I wriggled my hips, and she tugged the material down to my hips. My cock sprang free, and Katia wrapped her hand around the shaft. Katia stared into my eyes as she slowly stroked me. She didn’t blink. Her blue eyes focused intently on me, and she licked her lips as she slowly moved her hand up and down my erect cock. It was too much; I couldn’t stand it. I knew that if she kept touching me I was going to explode.
Finally, I pushed her away and crawled back on top of her. Katia’s jeans were so tight that I had a hard time unsnapping the button and pulling them down her golden-tan hips. When I saw that she was only wearing a flimsy lace thong underneath, I shuddered. Desire was flooding my body, making me feel crazed with lust. The Camaro was filled with the musky, sweet scent of Katia’s arousal as I tossed her jeans to the side.
Spreading Katia’s thighs, I crawled between her legs and nuzzled her pussy through the thin fabric. She moaned and dug her fingers into my hair, pulling until my scalp felt painfully tight. Her thighs were soft and smooth as they brushed against the sides of my head, steadying my face right above her fragrant pussy. As I closed my eyes and inhaled the most delicious scent that I’d ever smelled, my body prickled with lust. Katia was so wet that the material of her panties was translucent. I could see a small patch of blonde hair covering her pink labia, and as I slipped two fingers inside the waistband of her panties, she moaned loudly and arched her back, pressing her soaked cunt against my mouth.
I groaned loudly as I began to suck Katia through the damp material. She went crazy; immediately she was bucking and thrashing around. I grinned to myself because I knew that I was pleasing her. As I slid one finger inside her wet womanhood, I spread her labia apart with my other hand and sucked the hard, little nub of her clit through the filmy thong. Katia buried her hands in my hair and tugged, pressing my face even closer to her body. My senses were on fire, tingling and burning with the excitement of lust pumping through my veins. The, sweet taste of Katia’s pussy was overwhelming as I sucked greedily at her clit until she cried out in pleasure and bucked her hips.
Getting to my knees, I knew I had to take her right then and here. I spread Katia’s legs and pushed the crotch of her panties to the side. In my hand, my cock felt hot and stiff, like it had a mind of its own. I leaned close, pressing the head of my erection against her.
“Are you ready?” I asked Katia in a low voice. Her blue eyes were locked on mine, and I shuddered as she gave the slightest, most imperceptible nod.
“Take me,” Katia moaned softly. She closed her eyes and pushed her hips closer to my body, burying my cock inside of her.
As I slid into her soaked pussy, I knew exactly what heaven felt like. It was hot and soft, and smelled exactly like Katia’s sweet blend of musk and designer perfume. I closed my eyes and groaned, steadying myself with a hand on Katia’s hip as I fucked her.
“Oh my God,” Katia groaned. With each thrust, I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock. As I went harder and deeper, she threw her head back and wriggled her body against mine. Her tits bounced as I slammed into her, again and again. I stared at her exquisite body until I felt as though I would erupt. I closed my eyes, arching my back until my head grazed the ceiling of the Camaro basking in the sensation of her intoxicating body.
“Devin!” Katia cried. The way she said my name made me open my eyes. When I looked down, I saw that her face was pained and fearful.
“What’s wrong?” Reaching down, I cradled her head in one hand. “Katia? What’s wrong?”
“I hear something,” she said softly. “Stop! Do you hear that?”
For a second, the only sound I could hear was the pounding of my own heart inside my body. I pulled out of Katia and pulled my boxers back up my legs. With my heart pounding, I sat up and looked out the back windshield of the Camaro.
“Fuck!” I muttered. “There’s a fucking cop!”
A cop car was parked not thirty feet behind the Camaro. A middle-aged, grizzled police officer was walking towards the car with a smug grin on his face. A protective urge shot through me, and I grabbed my shirt and tossed it over Katia’s naked body.
“Put this on,” I barked at her. As quickly as I could, I struggled to find my jeans and pull them on. Just as the cop rapped his fist on the window, I scrambled back into the front seat and rolled the window down.
“What’s the problem here?” The cop leaned into the Camaro. He grinned like an old pervert, and I had to resist the urge to punch him right in the jaw. “Somethin’ going on, son?”
“There’s no problem,” I said, as steadily as I could. The blood was pounding in my ears, and in the back of my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about the sounds of pleasure that had been coming from Katia not thirty seconds before.
“Oh yeah? Why’d you stop out here?” The cop tapped the brim of his hat. “This ain’t a good area for stoppin’, son.”
I sighed. “I know,” I said. “My girlfriend – she wasn’t feeling well. We’re going now,” I said, sticking the key in the ignition. “You got a problem with that?”
The cop leaned closer to the car, a grin stretching his face. Rage coursed through my body, and I wanted to climb out of the car and beat the shit out of him. I knew that he was ogling Katia through the back window of the Camaro.
“All right, you can go,” the cop drawled. “But don’t let me catch you out here again.”
# # #
On the ride back into LA, Katia stayed silent. I was quiet, too. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. This wasn’t like me; even though I was wild, I was usually careful to a fault when it came to illegal activity. The brush with the cop had left me shaken. Why the hell was I being so stupid, anyway? I knew that just one arrest would ruin everything for me and the rest of Wicked Bones. Just because Katia was the hottest woman I’d ever seen didn’t mean that I should go around breaking laws with her. After all, if I were to get arrested, the cops would do a lot of digging. They’d find out all about the illegal arms trade and probably the drugs. That would mean the rest of my life, or at least a sizeable portion, would be spent behind bars.
And there was just no way I could do that to my guys.
“What’s wrong?” Katia turned to me, shielding her eyes from the sun. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. I wasn’t about to tell her what I was thinking. She’d already called me a criminal once, and though I’d acted offended, I couldn’t bear to have her know the truth.
I stared at her. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said. I winked. “I hate being interrupted.”
Katia flushed. I could still smell the scent of her arousal hanging in the Camaro, even with the windows down and the breeze whipping through my hair. I wanted her more than I’d wanted a woman in my entire life. It was like she had some kind of hold on me that was more powerful than anything I’d ever known. Her pussy was like a magnet.
A magnet for trouble, I found myself thinking as I pulled onto the freeway and changed the car into a higher gear. And you gotta stay away from that pussy if you wanna get this job done nice and clean.
Still, I couldn’t get the taste of her out of my mouth.
I just have to fuck her once, and then I won’t care, I decided. Katia was staring out of the window, her blonde hair falling gracefully over one shoulder.
Just one fuck, I thought as I stared at the perfect curve of her tits under that ivory sweater, and then she won’t mean a damn thing to me. I just gotta get her out of my system. That’s all.
Little did I know how difficult that would really be.