Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) (21 page)

I awoke later with a painful erection, and I looked down to see black, long hair sprawled along my stomach and most of my chest. I felt her kisses, and found myself gritting my teeth at the pain that spread throughout my body. Her finger traced the length of my penis over my sleep pants. I grabbed her hand to stop that torturous movement.

“Shit, Katarina, what are you doing?” I could hardly hear what she was saying with her head turned away from me, her voice already a whisper.

“…I have never seen one.” My heart rate increased at what I knew was about to happen. “I hate that I don’t know how to fix your pain, and that I truly don’t understand the whole sex addict thing.”

I let go of her hand at her words. She wanted to heal me, take away my pain. Fuck, if my heart wasn’t breaking in a million pieces. I made a slow movement to touch her hair, mesmerized by how easily the silky strands fell back to my chest. It was therapeutic, her head on my stomach, my fingers in her hair. There was something so natural about this.

“Can you teach me? I will try hard to figure out how to please you.”
How could she say those things? Couldn’t she tell how much she pleased me?
“I will try not to disappoint you.” That last statement made me mad. I needed her to know I wouldn’t tolerate the doubt, nor the insecurities that she had in herself. My fingers fisted in her hair without thinking, and I firmly pulled her to my face. She didn’t fight me, didn’t flinch, not even a slight protest. She just let me pull her hair and tilt her face roughly to get her ultimate attention.

“You could never disappoint me, as long as you’re with me.” I swallowed, finding it hard to breathe with her intense stare, her blue eyes peering directly into my soul. “I hate that you think that way.” I pulled her mouth to mine and ran my tongue along her lips. “Do you want to touch it, or taste it?” I closed my eyes tight, repeating in my head,
sweet and gentle
. When I opened them, she was staring at me, and it was as though she was studying
me
this time.

“Both…I would like both, please.” That was all I needed to hear. I hopped out of bed like I had fire ants in my pants and almost ripped my pajamas off. If my princess wanted to play, by all means, she could play with me.

“All right, I am ready.” I laid down, completely at her mercy.

“I have a rule.” She was so sassy. Of course she had rules. “No talking unless I am asking a question. I think it would stress me a little, like backseat driving.” I wanted to tell her that was exactly what I was going to do. “How about I just get acquainted with your,” she blushed, “member?” I smiled at that. “Do you understand my rule?” She licked her lips briefly. “If you don’t, I will stop, and you will hurt again.” That made me laugh. She was threatening me. The little rabbit was threatening her lion, and that was hilarious.

“I think you might be sadistic, with all the pain talk and the biting.” I watched as she straddled my stomach still naked, her wet, bare, pussy rubbing against my abs. She leaned over me.

“No, I don’t enjoy giving you pain. I just feel like I need to.” Those were my words exactly.
If she only knew
. She leaned her body against mine, her soft breasts tickling my chest. Her hard nipples brushed lightly against my naked pecks, sending heavenly pleasure signals through my entire body. It was then that time stopped, and everything she did after, novice or not, she did expertly. I moaned at the connection I felt with her. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. She kissed along my neck and over to my shoulder, then I felt her teeth sink into my flesh. I thought I was going to lose it right then. It was the first time I had ever let anyone touch me in an aggressive way. It was different coming from her. It was sexy, intense, urgent, and raw…and I fucking loved it. She pushed her finger hard into the mark, tracing the bite, like she did it every day.

“You taste good…” Her mouth quirked up in the corner before she continued, “That might leave a mark.” My heart pounded hard, and I was sure she could hear it. That constant ache in the center of my chest radiated outward when she said it. I wanted her mark on me.

“It’s okay though; it looks good on you.”
Oh shit, her pre-sex talk was awesome. No work needed on that
. She lowered herself to the spot between my legs. I leaned up to get an eyeful. She was a natural. Again, I had wanted this for a very long time, so she could have spit on it and called it good, and I would have still called her an expert. She was careful with it, outlining it slowly before taking her tongue and running it up the backside from base to tip. The sight was way too much to handle, so I fell back on the bed and let her play. I felt her when she took me in her mouth. It was hot and wet, and she made these wonderful slurping sounds. I couldn’t make myself look. I knew it would be over, and I was thoroughly enjoying this. She developed a precise rhythm with her tentative hands and her shy mouth. She was a fast learner, and now she had only one purpose, and I was helpless to it.

“Fuck, Katarina, I am going to come.” I knew I yelled it, but she kept going, even picking up her pace. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. Please, princess, I need you to stop.” I had never lost control in someone’s mouth, ever. No trace left behind meant no worries about diseases or unknown children, but in that moment, knowing her mouth was on me, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. I growled some curse words incoherently when I came. It was a violent release, one that I needed, and it was with whom I needed to be with. I felt the smile not only on my face, but spread throughout my whole body. She continued to suck while I came off my high, and it tickled. I laughed because I felt great in that moment, my time-stopping moment. I gripped her hair again, and tugged her to my face. She was fighting me the whole time. I rolled over, caging her underneath me.

“I want to do it again. I think I can do it better.” I couldn’t stop grinning. I tried but I couldn’t hide my orgasm-buzz. She looked great. She had my come rolling down her cheek and chin. I sat up, placing her hands above her head in one hand, and my legs on both sides of her body.

“I am not sure you could have done that any better.” I traced the come left on her face with my index finger, fascinated by the fact that it made me incredibly happy. My come looked good on her; it was my mark. I slipped the come-covered finger in her mouth. She took it and licked it clean. I did it again, hypnotized by how hot this was. My mind stuck on the thought of pieces of me being inside her, I pictured my sperm swimming in her, and I was instantly hard again. I wanted my come everywhere in her. It was such a powerful feeling. She was mine now…she belonged to me. This was new, this feeling of giving a piece of me.

“You are so dangerous.” She finished licking my finger, enjoying it way too much for a virgin, but I wasn’t complaining.

“So, does that mean no more showers?”
Yep, still sassy
. I released my hold on her and threw my back towards the bed, laughing at how funny she was. I finally stopped, drying my eyes with the back of my hands.

I rolled on my side, reaching out and pulling her to me. I wrapped my arms around her, and she immediately relaxed in my arms. I didn’t want her sneaking out before I woke up. That’s why I held her close and breathed in her hair—at least, that’s what I told myself—before falling asleep.

I woke in the morning feeling like a new man. I watched her sleep for a while, but I had to leave; it was waking the horny beast. Damn if she wasn’t sexy, even in her sleep. I went downstairs and let Bo outside after I fed him. I started breakfast, enjoying the sun shining through the windows. I sipped my coffee and heard her coming downstairs, which signaled for me to jump up to cook the eggs. I knew she liked her mornings quiet, so I plopped my headphones back in and finished breakfast, giving her a few moments to gather her thoughts.

I was wrong; she didn’t need quiet time. She snuck up behind me, but never touched me. She just waited for me to notice her. I liked that she didn’t smother me. She always waited for my move, and then responded. She commented on my music, and then began teasing me with
promises of doing last night’s activities again while she licked her lips. I caged her body against the counter, heavily leaning my body into hers, subtly letting her know how hard I was, but it didn’t faze her. I think she liked it.

She insisted we eat outside because of the backyard’s scenery, so we did.

It was perfect, something so domesticated, feeling so right with her. After she finished, I caught the familiar smile, the one that made me wonder what was on her mind. The one before she ran at the coffee shop. It was a smile that had me returning my own, but in the process, had her running for cover. I wouldn’t allow that anymore. She would not run from me. I always assumed she was shy or insecure, but not now, after everything we did. I wouldn’t accept her running now. She swallowed my come.
That counted for something, right?
So when I flashed her my panty-dropping smile, and she bolted like her seat was on fire, it made me mad.

“Rabbit,” I snapped, and she carefully took her seat again. Her hands and legs shook, and my hand itched to touch her bouncing knee, but I didn’t. There would be no reward for running, ever, only punishments. She got up minutes later, and without looking at me, she made her way into the house. I gave her the space she needed, knowing how intense I could be.

When I went inside, I watched how methodical she was about every surface, making sure it was all clean and dry. Even the handles on the oven and dishwasher were wiped thoroughly, and the coffee pot was cleaned. I wondered why.

“You make me nervous when you watch me and then smile at me,” she said without looking at me. I was getting the cold shoulder.
Bullshit, I do not get a cold shoulder
. I came up behind her, smashing her to the sink where she was washing her hands. I leaned over to whisper through gritted teeth directly into her ear. I was fighting my anger and reminding her of our intense connection.

“If I could figure out what you are thinking right before you run, I think I would act a little less crazy. Three months I have stared into those beautiful eyes and felt a part of something.” I moved her hair off
her shoulders, struggling with the urge to grab it and tilt her head, to force her to look at me when I was speaking.

“That is the craziest thing I have ever heard. I think you have this image of me, and I am terrified I am not what you want. I am not this hot sexual creature who can replace your showers.” She was in sassy-mode, and I liked it. I was going to show her how crazy I was. She was taunting me. She was terrified of me not wanting her.
Wait until she finds out how much I really do want her
. I wondered if that would terrify her more. I laughed an evil laugh, thinking of how insanely unhinged she made me.

“Where did you hide the condoms? Katarina, where are they?” She left her spot in front of me, giving me a small tempting smile. She liked my craziness. She was moving around the counter, and I saw the color in her eyes darken before she spoke.

“I don’t want to use condoms; I want to have your babies.”
Oh shit
, I was in so much trouble with this girl. Those words made my cock jump with excitement. The image of my come deep inside her pussy was too much. Just the one thought was a powerful aphrodisiac.

“All right, let’s get started.” I wasn’t just calling her bluff; I was indulging her. I was so infatuated, horny, and obsessed with this girl, that to come in her at this point sounded like paradise.

“You want to have babies with a crazy girl? Think about it.”
I thought we had established I was the crazy one. If she was crazy too, then we were made for each other
. I continued to stalk her around the counter. She was quick and agile, and if I got close, she scurried away.

“There is nothing I want more then to come inside you. All day long, you would have me drip from inside you. I would have a baby with you; you didn’t offer before.” I was winning. She looked like she was going to cave. Worry and panic were setting in. I loved that look; it made me want her more.

“It sounds like you have given that some thought.” She was mocking me, which was amusing. I lunged forward, almost grabbing her, but she slipped away and let out a sexy female scream. “No, seriously, Jason, no babies. I don’t want babies. I put the condoms in the fridge behind the butter.” She took off running upstairs.

I was tearing the fridge apart. I didn’t even know where the butter was, if I even had any. I gave up when I didn’t see anything resembling condoms.

Funny girl
.

I made my way upstairs, and I checked in the first room at the top of the stairs.

“Katarina, where are you?” It had been so long since I played hide-and-seek I forgot where all the good spots were. I checked under the bed, and behind the shower curtain, and under the sink in the bathroom. And although I didn’t see a black haired beauty, I did find my condoms. I peeked in the closet, looking behind all her clothes. I continued to my room, where I noticed the bed was made, and all her clothes and mine were picked up and folded. I laughed.