Monday December 23rd

 

“Tell me you’ve got good news for me, Mark,” Kian gritted his teeth as he paced back and forth in the bedroom.

“I’ve got good news for you,” Mark replied but Kian could tell from his glum tone that he didn’t really. He was just following orders from his company’s largest investor.

Shit, why did things like this always happen when Ben was away? He checked his watch. Washington D.C. was three hours ahead of Seattle so it was already the early hours of the morning there. Ben was staying at a hotel near the airport so he wouldn’t need to leave for a couple of hours. He was probably still asleep and hadn’t switched his cell-phone on. Because of the holidays, he hadn’t been able to get a direct flight back to Seattle and so he was going to have to change planes in Denver.

After he’d hung up with Mark, Kian left Ben a voicemail message updating him on what Mark had just said and then tossed his cell-phone on the bed in frustration.

His skin felt too tight and he had the urge to do one of three things; fight, fuck or get drunk.

“What’s wrong?” Cate asked softly. She’d just finished trying to wrangle the glittery fairy wings away from Sierra, who’d been equally determined that she wasn’t going to take them off, even for sleep.

“It’s just work stuff,” Kian turned his back on her and untucked his pale-blue shirt from his navy-blue trousers.

The subtle scent of her blackberry shampoo wafted across to him and his erection throbbed against the front of his trousers. He revised his earlier thoughts. He couldn’t fight because the nearest gym was several miles away and he couldn’t get drunk because they didn’t keep booze in the house. But he also couldn’t make love to Cate when he was feeling like this; when his blood was thundering through his veins. He needed something to take the edge off, to stop him thinking about what Mark had just said; to transform him into a considerate husband again instead of a rampaging beast.

Cate gulped. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nah, it’s OK. I’ll discuss it with Ben when he gets back from D.C. tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Cate tried really hard not to feel hurt by his rejection. She wondered if Kian would talk to her more if she had her own career outside of their children and 33 Rocks.

“OK.”

When she looked up again, Kian was stood in front of her. “You could help to distract me though.”

His voice was low and gravelly and she couldn’t understand how he could go from majorly pissed-off to horny in mere seconds.

He gestured to his groin. His erection was pushing against the front of his trousers. “Take it out.”

Cate was torn between wanting to do as he’d asked – he did look really stressed-out – and slapping him hard across the face.

The need to take care of him won out only by the very narrowest of margins.

She reached for his belt and tugged him closer so he was stood between her parted thighs. Kian smirked and the urge to slap him increased tenfold.

She undid the front of his trousers, tugged down his underwear and his thick cock sprang free.

After the battle over the fairy wings with Sierra, she was so exhausted that she wanted nothing more than to just crawl into bed and go to sleep but the sight of Kian’s delicious manhood, bared and just inches from her face, stopped her. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against the thin trail of black hair which led down from his belly button. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the scent of his hot, masculine flesh.

She knew him so intimately; what he looked like soft, erect or slightly shrunken after being out in the cold ocean. She traced the thick, pulsing vein which curved from underneath his shaft up towards the blunt head. She knew just the right amount of pressure to apply to his balls. She could drive him insane by letting the head of his cock slip down the back of her throat and then swallowing. If she wanted to get him off quickly, all she had to do was gently scratch the skin between his balls and anus.

Even if he was being a humongous jackass right now, he was still her husband and she wanted to take care of him.

She removed the band from around her wrist and tied her inky-black hair up on the top of her head in a messy bun.

His dark eyes watched her every movement.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and tugged him forward a little.

“Fuck,” Kian squeezed his eyes closed for a moment. A deep shudder rippled through his tall, muscular frame. His cock swelled with excitement. “That feels so good.”

Cate kissed the side of his shaft, which felt like steel wrapped in velvet.

The tip of his cock was already damp but she worked the slit with her tongue, encouraging more pre-cum to spill out.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, enjoying the taste of his salty essence.

When she opened them again, Kian was watching her intently again. His hands fisted the fabric of his undone, navy-blue waistcoat as if he didn’t know quite what to do with them. Cate felt her nipples throb against the confines of her cotton t-shirt – her husband always looked so sexy in a three-piece suit.

Without breaking eye contact, she guided his rigid length inside her warm, wet mouth.

She could practically taste his restraint and she was so thankful that he wasn’t thrusting his hips. She closed her eyes again. He was so thick that it took her a moment before she was certain that she wasn’t going to gag.

As if he knew just what she needed, she felt his hand slide into the depths of her inky-black hair, his nails scratching her scalp a little.

She steadied herself with one hand on his firm, muscular thigh while her other hand played with his balls just how he liked it.

Cate tilted her head back, enabling her to take him that much more deeply. The head of his cock slipped down the back of her throat. She swallowed, letting the back of her throat massage his already painfully-engorged cock.

“Fuck,” Kian grunted, his fingers tightening in her hair.

As she closed her lips around the base of his cock, she looked up at him again. The heat in his dark eyes was so intense; her panties flooded with warmth. She liked tasting him like this, at his most primitive.

“Cate, I’m going to…”

His whole body shook, his balls banging against her chin. “Fuck, Cate.” Kian grunted her name as his warm, salty essence filled her mouth. It spilt from her lips, trickling down her chin and staining the front of her t-shirt.

When he pulled out of her mouth, she felt empty. She reached for the hem of her t-shirt, which was going to need washing anyway and wiped her swollen lips.

When she looked up again, Kian was undoing the cuff-links of his shirt. She should have been pleased because he definitely looked a lot more relaxed than he had done pre-blow job but the fact that he’d just pulled out of her mouth and gone back to getting undressed so easily made her feel a little dirty.

“Kian?”

He’d picked his cell-phone up off the bed and was checking his e-mails.

“Kian,” Cate tried again. Her palm was itching with how much she wanted to slap him. She’d just sucked his cock for goodness sake and he couldn’t look up from his darn cell-phone for one freaking second.

He was still scrolling through e-mails. Cate felt hot, angry tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She stood up and grabbed his arm, turning him around to face her.

He looked startled, “what?”

Cate shook her head. She couldn’t have this conversation, not when she was so dangerously close to tears.

She’d only walked a couple of steps towards the bathroom when Kian caught her. He tried to turn her around to face him but she stubbornly refused. “What’s wrong, angel?”

“You don’t want to know,” Cate snapped. “That’s the problem.”

Kian wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up so her feet didn’t touch the floor. He walked her back to the bed. “Let me go,” she wriggled.

“Not happening.” Kian sat down on the end of the bed and settled Cate in his lap, “talk to me, angel.”

“You don’t want me to talk,” Cate pushed at his chest, trying to create some distance between them. Their unresolved argument from the night of Miles’ party reared its ugly head again. “I’m just a selection of body parts for you to use and then discard; mouth, breasts, sex. If it wasn’t for the children, you could easily replace me with a blow-up doll.”

“That’s not fucking true,” Kian said angrily. “I love you.”

“Really? You’ve got a funny way of showing it. When I came into the bedroom earlier tonight, I asked you what was wrong and instead of talking to me, you just told me to take out your cock.”

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to disrespect you, angel,” Kian tightened his arms around her waist. She watched the muscle tick in his jaw. All of the frustration which had left his body after the blow job had now come roaring back with a vengeance.

Keeping one arm locked securely around her waist, Kian reached up and dragged his other hand through his black hair.

“One of the first companies we invested in, a telecommunications company in Fresno – they’ve been working on this new technology for cell-phones. If they can pull it off, it will send shockwaves through the industry but they’ve been having problems. When they try to charge it up, the handset bursts into flames. They really thought that they’d found a fix but just before you came in, their designer called and told me that it hadn’t worked.”

“I’m sorry,” Cate said. “That sucks.”

“You’re far more to me than just your body parts,” Kian insisted. “I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. But tonight, I didn’t want to talk. I know it’s selfish but I wanted to forget all about stupid, fucking cell-phones that burst into flames and just feel your warm, wet mouth on my cock.”

“OK,” Cate wriggled again and Kian loosened his grip on her waist, allowing her to climb down from his lap.

He reached for her hands, entwining their fingers, “you’re still angry with me though, aren’t you?”

“I understand why you did it but it doesn’t stop me feeling a little used. I want to be more than just your sex toy and the mother to your children.”

“You are,” Kian wrapped his hands around her hips. “You’re my first half. I’m sorry about tonight. Do you want me to make you feel better, angel?” He lifted up her t-shirt and kissed the sensitive skin around her belly button.

She really hated the fact that she melted as easily as cotton candy against his tongue.

Kian tugged her black yoga pants down, exposing her white panties.

Cate blushed. As much as she might wish to deny it, she was hideously aroused right now.

“I like these panties,” Kian grunted. He smoothed his hands up the front of her legs, his thumbs pushing into her delicate skin, parting her thighs. “At first glance, they look so sweet and innocent but…”

His dark eyes glittered, “when you look more closely…” She felt his warm breath fan out across her inner thighs as he dipped his head.

“When you’re so fucking wet for me, angel…” Kian dragged his tongue over the sodden fabric, forcing it between her lips. “They’re almost see-through.”

“Look at your clit,” Kian smirked, “it’s so hard and swollen.”

He worked the tender nub with his tongue.

“Kian,” Cate begged. Her skin felt so hot and tight. “Please don’t tease me.”

Kian chuckled. The vibration of his voice against her intimate flesh made her eyes roll back in her head. Her knees buckled and she was milliseconds away from tumbling to the floor when he caught her. He spun her around, pushing her face-down on the bed, her yoga pants still bunched around her knees.

Kian tore off her panties and tossed them to the floor.

Cate looked over her shoulder at him. “I thought you liked them?”

Kian smoothed his hands over her bottom, parting her cheeks. “I think I like this more.” He gently rubbed his thumb over the rosette of her anus.

“Seriously?” Cate raised an eyebrow.

Kian shook his head, “I think we’re both too tired to go there tonight.”

She heard him undo his pants again and wriggled impatiently against the mattress. His hard, muscular thighs bracketed hers, forcing her to stay still.

Kian gripped her hips and then “oh!” Cate cried out, grabbing fistfuls of the duvet. With her thighs squeezed so tightly together, he felt almost painfully thick. “That feels good, doesn’t it, angel?”

“Yes,” Cate said croakily. He’d taken her so completely with that first thrust that the blunt head of his cock was compressed against her cervix.

Kian rotated his hips, stretching her.

She was teetering on the very brink of climax when Kian’s cell-phone started ringing. He’d tossed it on the bed next to her when he’d undone his pants.

“Ignore it,” Cate whimpered, “Please. I’m so freaking close, Kian.”

Kian stilled. She couldn’t believe that he actually looked torn about whether or not he should answer his stupid cell-phone or continue having sex with his wife.

Eventually, it stopped ringing but by then it was too late. It was like she’d run as fast as she could down to the docks but when she’d got there, red-faced and out of breath, the orgasm ship had already sailed off into the sunset.

A couple of seconds later, Kian’s phone started ringing again. Cate could see from the screen that it was her brother calling.

Kian reached across Cate and picked up his phone. She looked up at him incredulously, “if you answer the phone to my brother while you’re still inside me…”

“I was just going to put it on silent.”

“Don’t bother,” Cate fumed. She licked her dry lips. Ugh, she could still taste Kian’s release on her lips and tongue and as much as she’d enjoyed it earlier, now she wanted to wash her own mouth out with soap and water. “Can you please get off me?”

After Kian had pulled out, Cate pushed herself up off the bed and tugged up her yoga pants. She bent down and picked up the remnants of her panties from the bedroom carpet, wincing a little. Taken from behind, with her legs pinned together, Kian had been so deep and thick that the walls of her pussy were stretched and sore.

“Freaking perfect,” Cate scowled. She was all achy and she hadn’t even had an orgasm. It was like getting a nasty hangover when you’d stuck to boring, old orange juice the night before. “What a waste of a good pair of panties.”

While Kian left the room, presumably to give her brother a call back, Cate hobbled into the bathroom. When she looked down, all she could see was the stickiness of his release on her t-shirt. “At least somebody had an orgasm.”

After she’d cleaned herself up and changed the duvet cover, she climbed into bed. Kian still hadn’t come back and she was kind of glad because otherwise she would have been sorely tempted to make him sleep on the balcony, even if it was minus two outside.

“Ugh,” she grimaced when she looked at the clock and realised that she had to be up early the next morning because she’d volunteered to help with the children’s carol concert the local church was putting on down by the waterfront.

She’d just closed her eyes when Kian came back. “Are you asleep?”

“I really hate it when you ask me that,” Cate grumbled, burrowing deeper under the covers. “If I really was asleep, I wouldn’t say no, would I?”

“I’m sorry,” Kian pulled back the covers.

“Would you hurry up?” Cate scowled. “You’re making me cold.”

“You’re cold in the middle of summer,” Kian kissed her forehead. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.”

Cate wriggled, trying to turn over so she had her back to Kian without letting too much cold air under the covers, “nope. You lost the right to warm me up when you decided to answer your phone instead of having sex with me. If you want to snuggle up with someone so badly, why don’t you try Ben since you and he are so freaking close.”

“I get that you’re pissed-off, angel,” Kian dragged her backwards until she was pressed up against his hard, admittedly toasty-warm body. “But you belong right here in my arms.”

“Ugh, I hate that you can just throw me about like a ragdoll.”

Kian looked across at the clock on the bedside table. It was one minute past midnight. “Happy anniversary, angel.”

“Humph,” Cate replied.