Page 18 of Hard Ride
Katherine shivers and gasps. I press harder, and she arches, the rounded curve of her ass pushing against my cock. She’s panting, her frantic breath steaming the glass, and she’s so wet she’s soaked through the fabric of her panties.
“Watch,” I order softly, brushing my mouth over her skin. “Watch her come, and then you’ll come too.”
She can’t keep quiet now, a moan escaping her as I circle my finger, light strokes and gentle presses. Her body shudders as she moves her hips restlessly against my teasing fingertip. Fuck, she’s so close.
In the room in front of us, I see Lucas finally give Cherry permission to come, and she’s arching on the mattress, her mouth open in a soundless scream. At the same time, I press down on Katherine’s clit, grinding her against the wall, using my body to keep her still, my mouth on her skin, and she gives an agonized cry as she comes, trembling and panting against me.
I keep her pressed against the wall as I take my hand away, holding her up as all the tension bleeds out of her and she jerks and shivers from the aftershocks.
Lucas gives Cherry a moment too, then pulls out of her. His jaw is tight, which means he’s finding control difficult, and that’s unusual for him. I’m surprised he’s not letting himself come with her, because she’s one of his favorites, but that’s clearly not going to happen given the way he’s rigidly tucking himself away. He sees to her restraints, unclipping the cuffs from her ankles, and then dealing with the ones around her wrists. After that’s done, he scoops her up from the bed and carries her over to the armchair, sitting down with her, holding her in his arms.
“That’s aftercare,” I say softly, unable to resist brushing my lips over Katherine’s skin yet again. “Lucas is better at it than I am.”
She’s still breathing fast, and I place my hands on the glass on either side of her, caging her against the wall while she gets her breath back.
Fuck, she smells so good. Familiar, warm. Like hope returning.
At least until she suddenly pushes back against me. “No, Tate,” she says in a hoarse voice. “Give me some space.”
I’m not at my best during aftercare. It’s not my natural inclination, but this is Katherine, and even though we aren’t in a scene, she needs some reassurance. I never provided that for her years ago, and I want to do it now, but there’s a thin thread of panic in her voice, so I step back.
She doesn’t move, and after a minute or two, her breathing slows.
“You okay?” I ask, shoving my hands into my pockets to keep from reaching for her. Fuck, did I push her too hard? I’ll never forgive myself if I have, and neither will Lucas.
She’s silent for a moment, then she lets out a breath. “Yes.”
The word sounds firm, making me want to step closer again, to push and push and push, capitalize on that orgasm I gave her. But we’re not in a scene, and I’m mindful of Lucas’s warning, so I stay where I am.
She takes a breath, then eases back from the window, pulling her skirt back down and smoothing it with shaking hands, her back still toward me.
In the room beyond, Lucas strokes Cherry’s hair, her head resting against his chest. But he’s not looking down at her. This time, he’s looking straight at the window, at us. No, at me. His gaze is direct, his jaw tight, and I know what that look means. He’s put on a show for me, am I happy now?
As it happens, yes, fuck, given Katherine’s reaction to it — to him, in fact — I’m not complaining. In fact, it’s giving me anidea. First, though, I need to get her somewhere more private, where we can discuss things without distraction.
“Katherine,” I say. “I think we need to talk.”
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Katherine
My hands are still shaking, and my legs feel weak. I’m barely able to hold myself upright. The aftershocks of the orgasm are still pulsing through me, and I just haven’t got enough poise to turn and face him.
This is insane. I can’t believe I couldn’t resist. Not only did I let him push me up against the window, but I also let him touch me, too. Because watching Lucas with the sub in front of me, and then Tate’s hot, hard body behind me, his scent so familiar, and the dirty things he was whispering in my ear…. God, I had no idea I liked dirty talk
I couldn’t stop myself from imagining everything he said. Of me being on that bed, with Lucas inside me. Of me coming around his cock, the way the sub was about to. I should have pushed Tate away the way I used to when he was being bossy in bed, but…. I didn’t.
I couldn’t move, could only stand there, watching, as electric shivers from the warmth of Tate’s breath and the brush of his mouth on my skin, with the slight prickle of his beard, crackled through me. Then he pushed me against the window, the pressure of his body pinning me there, and I got flashbacks of me at sixteen, when Mom’s hookup held me against the wall and I was helpless to resist. How awful it was and yet, at the same time, how erotic. So confusing and wrong.
Then Tate put his hand under my skirt and touched me, and I came exactly when he wanted me to. I didn’t have to work for it like I usually do — fuck, I was actually trying to resist it — but…he just touched me, and I was helpless before the intensity of it, blinded and crying out the way Cherry cried out.
Those same old feelings of shame had rushed through me, that not only did I not resist, but I let him do it to me in a public place. I let him get me off watching his best friend fuck some woman…
Maybe you’re just a filthy slut, just like your mother said you were.
The thought is stuck in my head, and I can’t get it out. I should have said ‘red’. Tate told me to say it if I wanted things to stop, but I didn’t, not even when he touched me.
You didn’t want it to stop. That’s the truth. You wanted everything he gave you.
