Katia
Anya and Troy left together on Troy’s bike, leaving me and Devin with the car. I’d drunk so much wine that I almost wanted to call for a driver, but Devin assured me that he was fine to drive. As soon as we got in the car, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him close.
“Katia…” Devin trailed off. “This isn’t a good idea. You know that.”
“I don’t care,” I whispered. Pressing my lips to his, I moaned softly into his mouth. Devin only resisted me for a second. After a moment, I felt him respond to my touch. Devin eagerly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. His tongue slipped between my lips, and I groaned softly as he began to suck and nibble on my lower lip.
When we parted, he was staring at me with lust in his eyes. During the drive home, I snuggled close to Devin on the bench seat and slipped my hand in between his thighs. Devin groaned as my fingers stroked the bulge of his erection through his jeans. He let out a wild cry of pleasure as I brought my hand to my own lap, touching myself through the crotch of my jeans.
“Katia, I’m going to ravish you,” Devin grunted as he turned his car into the driveway of my condo. My heart was thudding as he slowed to a stop. We both leapt out of the car and bolted towards the front door, eager to rip each other’s clothes off as quickly as possible.
I knew immediately that something was wrong. The foyer was untouched, but the condo felt different, as if someone had somehow taken ownership in my absence and removed everything that had made Katia Reynolds’s condo special to Katia Reynolds.
“Something’s wrong” I whispered as I stepped forward. Devin gently pushed me to the side and ran ahead to flick the light switch. The foyer was drenched in bright yellow light, but nothing looked out of place.
“Come with me,” Devin said. He grabbed my hand. “And don’t let go, Katia. Don’t leave me unless I specifically tell you to do so, okay?”
I nodded, whimpering in fear. Devin pulled a gun from the waistband of his jeans and began leading me down the hallway. We checked each and every room, even the locked guest room that I used when Anya stayed over after a long night of chick flicks and wine. As far as I could tell, nothing was amiss.
“Maybe I’m just being paranoid,” I mumbled as Devin dragged me into the dining room and turned on the lights. He inspected every surface, looking for unfamiliar crumbs or footprints pressed into the shag carpeting. Still, there was nothing.
Finally, we approached my bedroom. A cold sense of dread enveloped me much like the one I’d felt at the coffee shop earlier when Anya had shown me those dreadful pictures. Tightening my grip on Devin’s hand, I tried to focus on my breathing.
In, out, in, out, I thought, picturing my breath filling a large red balloon with every exhalation. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m with Devin. He’d never let anything happen to me, not on his watch.
Devin kicked my bedroom door open and sprang inside. He flicked on the lights, then glanced down at the floor. As we entered the room together, I frowned.
“Something smells funny,” I said.
Devin turned to me. “Katia, do you have a cleaning service? Or a maid?”
I nodded. “Consuela comes on Saturdays,” I said. Our eyes met as Devin glanced up at me from the carpeting. “But today’s Tuesday,” I added quickly. “Besides, she always leaves the lights on and a note in the foyer.”
“You left some stuff on the floor last night, didn’t you?” Devin stared into my eyes. “Your panties and bra.”
I gasped. I realized he was right. The fancy lingerie that I’d worn to seduce Devin was gone. I’d left it on the floor where he’d thrown it, and I’d completely forgotten about it. I swallowed hard.
“I know it was still there this morning,” I said in a trembling voice. “I kicked the garter belt on my way to the bathroom.”
Devin looked like he’d been punched in the gut. “Come with me,” he barked. “Come on, faster!” He gripped my fingers tightly and bolted down the hallway to the second guest room where he was staying. As he kicked open the door, the curious smell from my bedroom got even stronger. I covered my nose with my free hand and gagged.
“It’s piss,” Devin said disgustedly.
“Is Oliver in here?”
“Who?”
“My pug,” I explained. I frowned. Now that I was thinking about it, I didn’t remember seeing Oliver anywhere. Ever since Devin had come here, I’d been so interested in him that I’d barely remembered my dog.
“There’s no dog in here,” Devin said. “And it doesn’t smell like dog piss.” He sniffed the air again and then dropped my hand and squatted down. Reaching under the bed, Devin grunted with disgust as he pulled out a duffel bag. It was soaked with urine.
The smell was enough to turn my stomach, and for a moment I came very close to barfing expensive wine all over the carpeting of my guest room.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Devin muttered. He pulled his hand away and shook it, spraying the carpet and duvet with urine. “This is fucking ruined. This wasn’t a little dog, I’m fuckin’ tellin’ you, Katia. This was a man.”
The air whooshed out of my lungs and I felt faint. “We can’t stay here,” I said softly. “We have to leave. We have to go somewhere else.”
# # #
Thirty minutes later, Devin and I left the house in Anya’s car. I suggested someplace classy, like the LA Regis, but Devin turned me down.
“Those places don’t have the best security,” he said. “And that’s exactly where someone’s going to look for you first.” He sighed and ran a hand through his cowlicked hair. “We’re going to have to go somewhere cheap.”
“Like a Holiday Inn?”
Devin chuckled. “Baby, I wish,” he said. “No. I mean like a motel outside of town.”
I groaned. “Oh my God, no, we’re going to get bedbugs if we go there,” I whined. “I can’t! Those places are so gross.”
Devin sighed. “I know it sucks,” he said calmly. “But you’ve gotta stay calm and suck it up for now. We can order pizza,” he added. “Does that make it sound better?”
I pouted. “No,” I said. “Devin, do we have to? Can’t we drive to San Diego or something and stay in a nice place there?”
Devin shook his head. “I gotta stay close if Troy and I are gonna catch this guy,” he said. “Come on.”
I crossed my arms and slumped down in the driver’s seat, staring out the window. I knew Devin was probably right, but I didn’t want to admit it. After all, I knew enough not to be mad at him. But making me stay in a cheap motel was just ridiculous. They never even wash the bedspreads in those places. Just thinking about it was enough to make me nauseous again.
Devin had kept the urine-soaked duffel bag in a garbage bag and tucked it carefully into Anya’s trunk. He planned to go to the police with evidence. The urine and the theoretical fingerprints outside my condo were hard evidence that we could hopefully use to convict Ryan, but I made Devin promise that he’d stay with me all night. I felt so guilty because now he was in danger, and it was all my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten so attached to Devin. I was putting him at risk every second that I spent thinking about him. It wasn’t fair, but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I loved Devin, and I was going to have to deal with that after this whole mess was over.
Devin bought us a room at the shittiest motel I’d ever seen.
“I’ve seen garbage heaps that look more appealing than this,” I complained as I stepped out of the car and massaged my calves. They were sore from wearing heels for so long. “Do we really have to stay here?”
“Sorry, Princess,” Devin said with a smirk. “It’ll be over soon. Just a couple of days, and then you can go back home.”
I sighed. “I don’t even want to go home,” I said. “Not with that creeper out there. I don’t want to go back to my condo until I’m sure that he won’t be coming back.”
Devin nodded. “I get that,” he said. “Trust me. I know this sucks, honey, but it’s okay. We’ll get Ryan soon, and then you can go back home. I know you’re probably looking forward to having alone time again, huh?”
I pouted but didn’t respond. The truth was I was dreading the day that Devin left and went back to Wicked Bones. I wanted him around, all the time, not just when he was protecting me. And right now, I knew that I couldn’t tell him. It would just make things worse and probably put Devin in even more danger.
Devin carried our bags up to the second story. Our room was on the end, number one-eleven. As Devin jammed the key (a real key, not even one of those plastic card thingys!) into the lock, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. I was dying for a long, hot bath but I had a feeling that the tub in the bathroom would be one of the most disgusting things that I’d ever seen in my life.
“Well, home sweet home,” Devin said when he got the door unlocked. He kicked the door open and strode inside, carrying our bags like they weighed nothing at all. As soon as he flicked on the lights, I let out a loud scream.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Devin said. He set the bags down on the ground. “What now?”
Shaking, I pointed my finger forward. “That,” I whispered. “What is it?” I stepped closer, not wanting to get too near the grey bulge on the floor. “Is it a mouse? A dead rat? Devin, help!”
Devin chuckled. “Baby, it’s a ball of lint,” he said. He reached down to grab it, and I shrieked, grabbing his arm and pulling him away. “What, you don’t want me to get the big bad lint ball?”
“No,” I said. “I want you to stay with me.”
Devin stood up. I was still gripping his arm, and for a moment, we swayed uneasily together. His dark blue eyes were staring into mine and I shivered; he had a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was naked.
“And just what exactly do you want me to stay with for?” Devin’s voice was a husky growl that sent shivers down my spine. I stepped closer, swaying dangerously on my heels.
“To protect me,” I said softly. “That’s what I hired you to do, right?”
Devin chuckled. “You did,” he said. “And that’s all?” He raised his eyebrows at me.
For a moment, I was tempted to respond. I wanted to tell him everything; how I’d unwittingly fallen in love with him, how he’d somehow captivated me beyond all imagination, how I’d never felt like this about a man before. I’d never even come close. Yet, telling Devin was the scariest part of all. The words were in my mouth, wrapped around my tongue, and caught in my teeth, yet I was unable to speak. It was as though some wicked sorceress had put a curse on me, and I couldn’t do anything to break it.
Devin reached up and brushed a stray piece of blonde hair behind my ears. My heart leapt into my throat as the tension between us sizzled and sparked between our bodies. I took a step forward and closed the gap between Devin and myself. He was warm, and I deeply inhaled his scent. By now, it was a scent as familiar to me as my own, but unlike my own scent, smelling Devin made my belly jump, tingle, and flutter in anticipation.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Devin whispered. He leaned down and nuzzled my neck, making my shiver. The sensation of his lips gliding over my skin was heavenly, and I let out a small moan as he nipped at my collarbone.
“Yes. This is what I want.”
And just like that, Devin’s arms were around me, and we were kissing. Our lips tangled, moving together with a slow, lush speed that immediately soaked my panties. I was no longer thinking of anyone else or any of my trouble. Devin was my whole world, the air that I was breathing, every thought that was running through my mind. He was my body, my soul, my blood, even the tiny little cells in my skin.
“God, Katia,” Devin moaned. He tangled his hand in my loose curls and yanked my head back, exposing more of my neck for him to ravish. As he kissed his way down my flesh, I shuddered and cried out with pleasure. Devin eased me back until I was tripping over the mattress. We fell gracefully down, landing with a thud on one of the hardest beds I’d ever felt. Being in the cheap motel no longer mattered, and I didn’t even care that I was probably going to get fleas from this damn bed. All that mattered was that I was with Devin, alone, and that we were going to make love.
I knew in my mind that this could very well be the last night I ever spent with Devin. Tomorrow, he and Troy could go catch Ryan. Then, Devin would be back with Wicked Bones, riding around LA on his bike, and wreaking havoc. I had a feeling that if I saw him with his guys, I wouldn’t even recognize him. That wild look in his eyes that I’d seen back when we first met would take permanent residence and replace the kind looks that he shares with me. Never again would the surprisingly sweet Devin stroke my hair or order me a bottle of the wine list’s second most expensive bottle.
I’d be lucky if I saw him again at all.
The reality of knowing that soon Devin would be gone made me even hornier. I dug my fingers into the back of his neck, kissing him desperately until we were both gasping for air. I savored his taste, sucking his tongue, and running the tip of my own tongue along Devin’s teeth. He moaned with delight as I ran my hands down his muscled chest, over his body and down between his thighs. His cock was rock hard, and when I stroked my fingers over it, Devin shuddered.
He was putty in my hands. I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was, but I had to make it last. As acrobatically as I could, I pushed Devin down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I spread my legs over his waist and leaned down, pressing my mouth to his. My blonde hair spread out over my back and covered our faces in a drape of golden light that made the cheap motel seem almost palatable. Devin grunted, shifting his hips up until he was thrusting against the crotch of my jeans.
I moaned softly and arched my back, grinding my pussy on Devin’s crotch. I could feel how wet I was. The silk material of my thong was rubbing against my clit, making me feel hot and sensual. The two layers of jeans were enough to keep my crotch away from Devin’s, and I groaned as I slid a hand between our bodies and gently rubbed his manhood until he let out a wild growl of pleasure.
Devin grabbed my arms and rolled me over, effectively pinning me down. He nuzzled me with his nose and then nipped his way down my neck and torso. As his strong, rough hands slid under my top and pulled my sweater over my head, he took time to run his hands over my body. I was wearing a silk, demi-cup bra, and my breasts rose out of the cups until my nipples were swollen and stiff from the stimulation. Devin stared into my eyes until I saw fire. He slipped a hand inside my bra and began rubbing my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. My pussy gushed moisture inside my panties, and I moaned and strained against his body as the tormenting touch of his fingers sent shivers all down my spine. I wanted him so badly that I felt like I would explode unless he fucked me right then and there. But I knew Devin well enough by now to know that he’d take his delicious time, until I was so wet and swollen that his cock would disappear into my womanhood with one quick, easy motion.
Devin’s fingers undid with the snap of my jeans. I lifted my hips off the bed to help him remove my clothes. In seconds, I was naked from the waist down. I couldn’t wait for him, so I started touching myself. He stared at me with fire and hunger is his eyes as he watched me pleasure myself.
“Come here,” I panted. “Please, Devin. Please. I need you.”
Devin spread my legs with a strong hand gripping each thigh. I pulsed my hips as he nuzzled my pussy, nudging me with his tongue and nose. The sensation of his tongue lapping at my wet skin was incredible, and I let out a cry of delight as Devin slipped a finger inside of my soaked hole. I moaned, bucking my hips and arching my back as Devin began to wriggle his finger. His lips fastened around my clit, and he began to suck as I buried my hands in his hair. The stubble from his chin rubbed against my labia, and I bit my lip to stifle a cry. It felt so good that I kept forgetting to breathe, only remembering to suck in air every time my lungs began to ache. Devin kept licking and sucking until I was crying out with hoarse pleasure. I tugged his scalp until he moaned deeply into my crotch, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my whole body.
“I want you now,” I panted.
Devin chuckled. The sensation of his breath against my wet skin made me jump. I could feel that my cheeks were red and hot with my desire, but I didn’t care. Devin crawled up over my body and pressed his damp mouth to mine. I could taste myself on his lips. It was delicious and sexy to lick myself off Devin’s lips and tongue, and I closed my eyes and moaned softly into his mouth as I sucked the last of my juices off his tongue.
Devin pressed his body close to mine. I felt lewdly naked, wearing only a bra, so I quickly unfastened it and tossed it to the side. As Devin pushed against me, his hard cock brushed against my thigh through his jeans. I slid a hand down and caressed him through the material, stroking him until he pumped his hips and groaned loudly.
“God, Katia,” Devin grunted. “You’re torturing me. You have to stop,” he begged. “I can’t stand it.”
I climbed to my knees and grinned. I liked holding him mercilessly like this in the palm of my hand. It was so satisfying. I’d never reveled in my control over a man quite like this, and the sensation was addictive.
Reaching forward, I slipped my hands under Devin’s t-shirt, caressing his muscular body. He purred as I pulled the worn cotton over his head and tossed it to the side. As I pushed him down on the bed with one hand, I lowered my face to Devin’s chest and began kissing his beautifully sculpted chest. He twitched and moaned underneath of me. I slid one hand down and kept it over his crotch as my kisses grew more and more intense. I loved the way he tasted – salty, clean: almost like an oyster. As I slid further down Devin’s body, he buried his hands in my hair and gently tugged at my scalp. The sensations that accompanied his fingers were incredible, and I moaned into his jeans as he pulled my hair over and over again.
As quickly as I could, I unfastened Devin’s jeans and pulled them away from his hips. He arched his back, then slid his hands down and hooked his thumbs in his boxers, shoving them off. When he was completely naked, I stared at him and licked my lips. The most beautiful man I’d ever seen, set out before me like a banquet dinner, was enough to drive me wild. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and gently began to slide it up and down.
Devin’s response was incredible. He groaned and thrusted his hips in the air, closing his eyes and straining against the bed as though he were shackled. I grinned and slowly began increasing the speed of my ministrations. As I leaned down, I gently blew on the perfect head of his cock. His strangled cry was the most delightful response. I wrapped my lips around the head and gently began to suck as I pumped one of my hands up and down the base. Devin’s erection was even muskier and saltier than his chest had been, and I eagerly licked circles around his cock until he was groaning and thrusting into my mouth.
Breathing through my nose, I got on all fours and lowered my head over Devin’s manhood again and again. I pumped my hand in tandem speed with my mouth, until I was licking over the veiny column of masculine perfection as quickly as I could. Devin was panting, gasping for air. He twisted and flipped underneath me, his fingers gripping my scalp so hard that my eyes watered. His cock was pulsing and throbbing, and I knew that he didn’t have long before he came. But I was greedy. I wanted his cock inside of me filling me up.
Sitting up, I climbed on top of Devin and straddled his hips. His hard cock poked against me and I moaned softly, adjusting my body over top of his. As he slid inside of me, we cried out together in a loud symphony of lust. Devin dug his fingers into my hips and pulled me down on his cock until I cried out. When he was buried inside of me to the hilt, he reached up and put his fingers under my chin, tilting my face down to look at his.
Devin’s blue eyes were dark and sincere. I could see the lust written plain on his face, but I searched his eyes for any hint of love. He was as guileless as I’d ever seen him.
Do you love me? I thought as I stared into his face. Tell me, do you love me?
There was no answer. Devin shifted his body up, pushing his cock in even deeper. I moaned and threw my head back until the ends of my hair brushed against the small of my back.
You may not love me, I thought as I began grinding my hips on top of Devin. But this is good enough for now.
Devin grabbed my wrists and placed my arms over his head, until my body was pressed against his. My nipples stiffened and rubbed against Devin’s chest, causing me to cry out with lust and pleasure. The sensations building in my lower belly were incredibly intense, and I threw my head back again and moaned loudly. Devin slipped his free hand between our bodies and began to massage my clit. Every time I humped him, every time I moved my hips, I’d come into contact with his thumb. Lightning bolts and fireworks of pleasure were exploding inside of me, and I knew that I couldn’t last for much longer.
“I’d wait for you, baby,” Devin grunted. “But I don’t think I can.” He pulled his hands away and wrapped them around my hips, squeezing my body with his fingers. I moaned. Between his touch, his cock, and my nipples rubbing against his chest, I felt stretched and filled to the brim. My chest burned, and I greedily sucked in a huge mouthful of air as Devin slammed his body against mine.
Devin groaned. He closed his eyes and pressed his face forward, until our foreheads were touching. We were both covered in a fine layer of sweat, and slipping against him with each thrust was making me feel like I was going to explode. I grit my teeth and ground my hips against him, rubbing my swollen clit against his pubic bone. The sensations between my legs intensified, and I roared, biting down on my lower lip until I tasted blood.
Devin pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue eagerly searching. I sucked on his lower lip and cried out with wanton delight as the orgasm finally took hold of my body. Shaking and trembling, I felt the vibrations thrill me again and again. A spike of adrenaline rushed through my limbs, and I was trembling by the time my orgasm was over.
Below me, Devin cried out. His lips trembled against mine as his hips twisted into the air. He slammed his cock into me, crying out loudly into my mouth as he buried himself deep within my soaked pussy. Finally, he tightened his grip on my hips, and I felt his cock begin to pulse and twitch inside of me. Devin let out a wild howl and threw his head back, moaning loudly into the pillow. I gasped as I felt him shake me from the inside out.
My mouth was dry as I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and slowly climbed off my lover. Devin was silent. I stared down at the bed unable to speak. If we’d been back home, I would have pulled the sheet up. But when I realized we’d made love on the hotel bed with nothing underneath of us, I shuddered and got to my feet.
“Are you okay?” Devin let out a cough that sounded surprisingly feeble and elderly for someone of his bulk.
I nodded. “Yeah.” My legs were trembling, and I had to grab the edge of the nightstand so I wouldn’t fall over. “I’m just grossed out by the bed, that’s all.”
Devin smirked. “Baby, I think the bed should be pretty grossed out by us now.” His cock was still hard as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I watched silently as he ripped the bedspread off the bed, then tossed it to the floor.
“What did you do that for?” I put my hands on my hips. My skin was still too warm and damp with sweat, but the chill air of the room was giving me goose bumps. “I’m cold.”
Devin snorted. “Because, Princess Katia doesn’t think the motel washes these things, and you’re probably right,” he added. “We’ll be fine on the sheets. Come on.” He sat back down and pulled the sheet away. They were bleached to a dull white, and after a moment, I crawled into Devin’s arms. We stayed like that, holding each other silently.
“So,” I said. “You said something about pizza?”
Devin chuckled. “You got enough of a workout just now that you can have a slice. Maybe even two,” he added. “Although I’m sure you’ll be eating wheat grass and tofu or whatever it is you vegan nuts eat for a week after this,” he said. I grinned when I realized he was mimicking Anya.
Twenty minutes later, I was wearing my soaked thong and Devin’s black t-shirt. We were sitting on the bed with a large pepperoni in front of us the grease pooling in each little red circle. I groaned. It smelled so good. I didn’t understand how I’d gotten so lucky. An incredible orgasm and pizza in the same night. Was this even my life?
“This is incredible,” I admitted, biting into a slice and chewing fervently. “I haven’t had pizza in years. At least not pizza like this. Only like, healthy pizza with no cheese and broccoli.”
Devin laughed. “It’s a perk of being with me,” he said. “You feeling okay?”
I nodded happily. “How could I not be okay right now? I have a great dinner, and we just had some great sex. Aren’t you happy?”
Devin didn’t answer right away, and I realized my mistake.
“Of course you’re not okay,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry. I was just kidding; I wasn’t even thinking.”
Devin nodded. “I mean, this is great,” he said. “This motel ain’t even all that bad. You should see some of the shitholes I stay in with the Wicked Bones when we’re on the road.”
“Do you miss it?”
“What, the shitty motels?”
I sighed. “No,” I said. “The Wicked Bones? Being an MC president? Kicking ass? Not taking care of this spoiled beauty queen?”
Devin laughed. “Baby, I told you, I don’t think you’re spoiled. At least not that bad.” He eyed me, and I blushed. “I told you that, didn’t I? Last night.”
I blinked. It was hard to believe that everything had happened in one day. Nodding I took another slice of pizza and bit in deeply.
“I miss it,” Devin said. “But this is where I need to be right now.”
We munched in silence for a moment. The post-sex high was starting to wear off, and I was feeling guiltier than ever before. I knew it was all my fault; if Devin hadn’t gotten involved with me, he wouldn’t be here. Someone wouldn’t have pissed all over his stuff, and he’d probably be back with his guys, talking about the fun times he spent as a kept man for a spoiled bimbo.
Part of me wished that I could just call Ryan and agree to do whatever he wanted as long as he’d promise to leave me alone. The thought was enough to make me sick. He’d been so desperately disgusting when I’d seen him before, and that had been years ago. The photo Troy had shown me had spoken volumes. Ryan had not aged well. Maybe if I just give into him, he’ll leave me alone, I thought as I picked at the crust of my pizza. Maybe that’s all I’d have to do.
But glancing at Devin for a second told me that there was no way I’d be able to do it. I could think about it, sure, but there was nothing inside of me that wouldn’t revolt at the mere presence of Ryan Winters. Thinking about kissing him was even worse was nauseating.
“My parents are probably sad that I didn’t do more with my life,” I said listlessly, setting the remnants of my crust down in the box. “They probably wanted me to grow out of the pageant thing. After all, it was only supposed to be temporary.”
Devin snorted. “Baby, they should be proud of you. You’re successful, and you’ve got a great life out here in LA.”
I stared at him. “But it doesn’t mean anything,” I insisted. “I mean, this is LaLaLand. You said it yourself. Nothing that happens here is like the real world.”
Devin leaned over. I thought he was going to tell me something flirtatious or sexy, but instead he just kissed my cheek. I swallowed. The simple interaction was enough to make the butterflies return to my stomach.
“I’m proud of you,” Devin said quietly. “Does that count for anything?”