Katie

I’ve never fancied myself a natural-born seductress, but maybe I was wrong. Jack looks ready to fall on his knees as I saunter close, then change directions, climbing into the shower. Pulling the heavy curtain closed behind me, cocooning myself in the steamy darkness, I wait, letting the hot water glide over my back, down my face. Only about three seconds pass before Jack follows, slowly closing in behind me, his energy wrapping around me and squeezing like a python. His big hands settle on either side of me, braced on the marble wall, and we simply exist in the lack of light, gaining strength from one another.

When he releases a long, ragged breath against the back of my neck, I’m filled with purpose. There’s no logic here or right answers, there’s only the blueprint my heart is demanding I follow.

The impact of his confessions has left me aching, but as I turn around to face him, I bolster myself. Because Jack’s head is hanging forwards, his eyes are closed, muscles bunched. And I’m going to heal him. For now, at least. Just an increment along the scale of recovery he’ll need to face. I’m not so confident that I believe my touch can turn his tide, but right now, when we’re the only two people in the world, my pulse, that steady, insistent thrumming, does believe it.

Soothe, fix, heal, love.

My body has been blocking the shower spray, so Jack is mostly dry. Until I trail my wet hands down his ridged torso, leaving dampness in my wake. Immediately, his body begins to shudder, his stomach muscles clenching and releasing. His breath runs short when I conform my thumbs to the grooves of his hips, pressing, stroking. Between my legs, I’m warm and slippery already, just having him close. Every inch of me yearning for what he can give me.

But this is about me giving to him.

“Kiss me, Jack?”

His mouth is on mine before I’m prepared, sending me stumbling back a step in the shower. No matter, though, because he gathers me back by my elbows, making a hoarse sound as our lips part, tongues meeting on a starved lick. His erection is thick against my belly, tempting my palms, making them spark and tingle. So I don’t deny them. I can’t when his mouth is making me frantic, when he presses his forehead to mine between kisses and whispers my name. As soon as I enclose him in my fist, he breaks the kiss and makes a choked noise, his gaze glassy and unfocused. “Christ, I’m never going to get used to how good it feels when you touch me. Nothing ever felt right until you, Katie. You know?”

“I know,” I manage, even though my mind is blown. Even though it settles responsibility more firmly on my heart, my mind. “Look at me.”

His breath rasps against my mouth, green eyes a mere inch from mine. “Always.”

I fail to swallow. “You’re not dirty, Jack. You never were. You never will be.”

“You can’t know that,” he whispers, lines creasing his forehead.

My hand slides down his heavy column of flesh, then strokes back up as he moans through clenched teeth. “Yes, I can know. Tell me and I’ll believe you.”

Wariness steals through his big frame. “What do you mean?”

“I mean . . .” I go up on my tiptoes, laying kisses on his lips while my hand stays busy, pumping up and down on his stiffness. “I know you had a physical before the academy, which means you’re all clear. Have you used protection every time since then?”

“Yes. I’ve never, Katie. Never without.”

Our foreheads bump when I nod. “So tell me you’re clean, like I know you are.”

His breath races in and out. “I can’t let us do this. You’re—”

“I’m on the pill.” With lust lacing in my blood like lightning, I bring his erection between my legs, dragging it through my wet heat. “Yes or no, Jack?”

There’s no earthly description for the sensation of a man’s muscles shaking, the heat of his hands hovering above my ass, his flesh thickening in my hand. It’s the epitome of anticipation. An aphrodisiac. “Yes, I’m clean for you, but—”

He breaks off with a growl when I tuck the head of him inside me. A plump, pulsing inch that stretches me and zaps eagerness to my nerve endings. “Have me.” I raise my knee, resting it on Jack’s hip. The movement allows him to slip deeper, just a touch, but I might as well have pushed him in all the way, his reaction is so intense. I’m pinned to the wall by his eyes. They’re digging past layers of tissue and burrowing their way into my soul, making a permanent home. He’s unsure, but hungry. Desperate and hopeful.

“Katie, honey.” He shakes his head. “I’m only clean on the outside.”

“No. That’s nonsense. Look at me and trust me. Do you trust me?”

He sounds almost tortured when he answers, closing his eyes. “Yes.”

His concern for me is going to win. I can see it blanketing everything else. So I burn down his resistance. “Fuck me, Jack.” I guide him deeper, rolling my hips, exulting as his mouth drops open, his chest heaves. “Show me how much you want me. Prove it.”

Jack

Prove how much I want her?

My hips are moving before the command fully forms in my brain. Pushing forwards and up like a well-oiled machine. I’m too rough, way too aggressive as I surge forwards, filling Katie with my cock. Lights and shadows flicker and dance in front of my eyes when that tightness surrounds me. When her ragged gasp greets my ears.

I’m cutting off her oxygen and I need to move back, need to stop pressing against her so hard—she’s flattened between me and the wall—but I’m reeling from the sensation of her warm pussy. It’s clenched around my dick without a barrier of latex and it’s not just the insane feeling. No, no . . . it’s the fact that it’s Katie. She trusts me this much? I don’t deserve it. God fucking knows I don’t, but I’m pulsing head to toe, my heart screaming at me, laboring under the weight of the responsibility she’s giving me. Having her without protection, being trusted at my word by this girl . . . it’s a responsibility I didn’t even know I needed so much. Katie knew. She sees me. She’s inside me, under me, around me. And it’s still not enough.

I want inside of her, too. So deep she can’t dig me out.

“Jack,” she half gasps, half whimpers. “Please.”

My hands tighten on her ass, trying to heft her higher, but I’m crowding her so closely against the wall, it’s a long, torturous drag of petite curves over muscle. Every single wet inch of her body slides between me and the wall, until her pussy is positioned at the exact height where I need it. So I can pound her. So I can own her for life.

Her mouth is just above mine now, her thighs clamped around my hips. And something about those lips, the ripe berry color, how they part to accommodate her breaths, burns me with a fevered need to worship them. “Thank you,” I groan, swooping in to feast on her with a tongue kiss so nasty, I should be delivering it to her cunt. “Thank you, mouth.”

“You’re thanking my mouth?” She breathes, her eyes glazed over, head falling back.

I hum low in my throat, leaning forwards to lick a path up the side of her neck. “Your lips open so you can breathe, right? I’m thanking them for helping my girl breathe.” Keeping her propped with my lower body, I take one hand off her sweet ass, dragging it down between her tits. “Thank you heart for beating. Lungs for staying filled. All the things I can’t do for you, but wish I could.”

Tremors pass through her body, her hands lifting, dragging me in for a kiss. A kiss so raw and full of everything—lust, torture, happiness, sun, mountains, sky—my breaths rasp in and out by the time we break away, joined by the pelting of the shower spray that lands on my skin. “It feels so different than the first time,” Katie whispers at my mouth. “There’s nothing but good. I-I need you to move. You have to move.”

Yes. The second she challenged me to prove how much I want her, I was lost. Nothing can bring me back now. I’m so mesmerized by her open, beautiful face, the heat of her pussy wrapped around my dick, all I can do is work myself to the point of agony for her pleasure.

Unfortunately, I could come right now.

With a condom on, sex with Katie obliterated me, but this? My balls are hard as stones and tucked up against the base of my cock, expecting me to relieve them inside the tightest space I’ve ever known. Sorry, boys. I haven’t even moved yet and I already know I’m never, ever going to recover from this. We might be fucking—and make no mistake, I’m going to bang her brains out—but my balls aren’t the only part of me in danger of imploding. She’s got my heart in a chokehold, too.

“Jack, please.”

“Almost there, honey,” I say through clenched teeth. “Feels a little too good without a rubber. Be patient while I talk my dick down.”

“I don’t want him to go down.”

My laugh releases in a burst. “Figure of speech. Trust me, it’s up for the duration.”

Katie smiles at me and my pulse triples. “I like the idea of you going crazy. Like you can’t control yourself.”

My abs seize, the blood flow to my dick raging hotter. “Oh shit. Stop talking like that.”

Her breath grows choppy and I sense my doom approaching. Maybe I’m a masochist because my cock swells, lengthens and my hunger speeds towards the danger. “I want to watch you use me,” Katie whispers. “Want to watch you hurt. Watch the relief hit.”

A groan wrenches from my throat. “No, you . . . fuck, Katie, you gave me this . . . privilege. Being inside you like this. I’m not going to screw it up.”

“You’d be giving me what I want.” The hands she’s been resting on my shoulders drop down between us, slipping up to cup her tits, basically setting the world on fire around me. “For me?”

There’s no stopping myself now. I’m a man who has gone four days without his girl. A girl who has given me more selfless gifts than I can stand. A girl I was the first to claim. The possessiveness roars through me, a brutal flood of urgency. With one hand on her ass, I flatten the other on the wall above her head. Then I rear my hips back, dragging my aching flesh out of its home, then ramming it back into the hot perfection. My vision doubles as Katie is driven up against the wall, her hands clutching her tits like they can save her. Like anything can. “Fuck, I’m . . . I’m not sure how to hold on.” My voice is made of burnt coal. “I’ve been too depressed to jerk off since you left me.”

Katie is past hearing me. She’s writhing between me and the wall, tempting and gobbled up by lust. “Harder, Jack. Harder.”

“Jesus. Jesus Christ. I’ll eat your pussy afterwards, honey.” A mental curtain drops down, blocking my resistance or coherent thought, leaving nothing but a driving hunger to fuck. Tether. Snapped. Both of my hands find Katie’s bottom, holding it in place as I plow into her, my hips scooping, slamming, scooping, slamming. “Can’t get it any deeper. Found where you end, didn’t I?” Her knees lift and I press them into the wall with my shoulders, pinning them there. “Does it hurt? I can’t stop pumping. Fuck, Katie. Goddammit. You’re wet as a motherfucker.” My mouth is crammed against her ear, my vision winking to black, my stomach shuddering, clenching with the oncoming release. “I can’t wait to fuck your little clit with my tongue. Rubbing against it with my cock right now. Making it nice and swollen for myself, so I can wrap my lips around it. Tell me you want that.”

“I want that.”

“Good. You’re going to get it.” A growl shivers up my spine, spearing me in the throat. I’m hovering right on the brink of a mind-numbing climax. But now I sense Katie is close and my mind is pulling back the reins, responsibility and affection making it impossible to be selfish. “Drop your legs,” I order in a desperate voice. “I’ve got you.”

Confusion wrinkles her brow, but she follows my order, leaving her feet dangling down near my straining calves. A split second later, when I thrust up between her thighs, a scream leaves her mouth, the advantages of the position clearly hitting her. “Oh my God, Jack. M-more. Please, more.”

Easier said than done, shout my balls, but my mind, my heart is obsessed with the pleasure on her face. My experience isn’t something to be ashamed of in that moment, but something to be celebrated. And no one on the planet but Katie could make that a reality. I just want to repay her, any way I can. Over and over forever. “Feels better for your clit, doesn’t it, honey? Tilt your hips forwards—good, Katie, fuck, that’s so good—and let me make you come.”

As I drive into her in slow, measured thrusts, gravity grinds her sweet spot down on my cock. Dazed blue eyes look at me, but she’s blind, her mouth opened in an O. The points of her nipples drag up and down my chest, the top of my abdomen. Her nails dig into my shoulders, breaking the skin and knowing how good I’m making her feel sails me even closer to the edge of the world, leaving me teetering right over the drop.

“Mine,” I groan into the top of her head. “Mine?”

“Yes.”

“Mine to come inside?”

“Y-yes.” The single, incredible word splinters into husky cries, her pussy clamping around my dick. And I lose it. I bend my knees and fuck up into her in a rough push, smacking her ass against the wet wall and circling my hips, grinding into her spasming flesh, marking it as mine. The battle ends when she screams Jack, her fingernails raking down my back and burying in the flesh of my ass. My orgasm is painful in its intensity, rocking me from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. I press my mouth against the damp marble wall and shout through the ringing of my insides, the emptying of my lust.

And for the first time, there’s no guilt or shame or doubt chomping on the heels of my release. The first time with Katie ruined me for any other experience, but we hadn’t laid ourselves bare yet. There’s been a tiny piece missing. Now? As I stand in the shower, my world rocked on its axis, holding her against me? The whole fucking picture is right in front of me and it’s bright and colorful. Beautiful. Everything I never knew existed.

There’s a tinny refrain in the back of my head, though.

She’s leaving. She’s leaving.

That unwanted reminder shoots me full of holes, denials springing to my lips, but instead of voicing them, I set Katie on her feet and drop to my knees. “Said I would eat you. Let me. Need to taste it.”

Still dizzy, I manage to push Katie’s legs open, parting her pussy with a long lick. I seesaw my tongue right where she needs it, unable to play games or tease after I’ve just had my mind and heart rearranged. She’s smooth and salty, my come just beginning to leave her. When she cries out, her cunt vibrating against my mouth, I’ve barely gotten my fill, but she’s tugging my face away, words and protests barely coherent, so I tuck away the rest of my appetite for later, knowing she needs something else now.

Gaining my feet, I turn off the shower, leaving our racing breaths to echo in the sudden silence. Then I scoop her up and climb out of the tub, collecting a towel on the way out of the bathroom. I set her down beside the bed, memorizing the sight of her half-damp, tumbled red hair, the teeth marks on her mouth, the swell of her naked tits, the curve of her hips. Towel in hand, I keep our eyes locked as I soak up the moisture I left between her thighs. Her sucked-in breath tells me she’s sensitive.

My dick reacts. Because, of course.

But now isn’t the time for another round, even though my mind is suddenly filled with the notion of pushing her back onto the bed and riding her tight body until she comes again. I could do it. I want to cram in as many experiences as possible before she leaves. Those experiences have to be more than sex, but I’m so fucking new at having a girl, coming up with new, better ways to make her happy is like throwing darts in a pitch-black room. After all she’s done for me, though, I’ll throw darts until my arms falls off.

With a clogged throat and one eye trained on the fast approaching weekend, I finish drying us both off, peel back the covers and hold my girl through the night, the sound of her breath lulling me into the deepest sleep of my life. But not deep enough to stave off dreams of airplanes taking off and landing somewhere out of my reach.