Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) (25 page)

“I’ll try.” I shook my head at the words that I let slip. I didn’t
try
to do anything; I did what I set out to do. I controlled my own destiny. She would do whatever I asked her to do. It was all about trust. My pep-talk lasted all the way to my Jeep. I waved at Dave, and he did a goofy dance before spiking the basketball, which made me laugh.

My whole ride back to the house, I convinced myself I was the leader in this relationship, and she was the follower. She was going to play by my rules, and I was the one in charge and in control. That only lasted until I walked into the house and found her lying with Bo in his bed asleep. My heart started to hurt again, and I felt weak all over, like I was coming down with the flu. I paced around Bo’s bed, wondering if I should pick her up and carry her upstairs to mine.

I ended up in the kitchen getting dinner ready. She approached the counter when I was putting the lasagna in the oven. I turned to face her, and advanced toward her cautiously. I counted seven seconds until she noticed her mark, and then two more until her face was completely red.
I need to be in her again
. Once wasn’t enough. I think one more time would bring on the coveted ‘magnet theory’.

“I can’t believe you went out with that on your shoulder.”
Believe it
. I’d also stopped by the store and the post office. I’d almost gone by my parents’ house, but ran out of time. I stuck my chest out, prideful of my mark.

“What, this? I like it. I think I might even get it tattooed here.” Her mouth fell open, and I pictured shoving my cock in that perfect mouth.

“I can’t believe you didn’t cover it up. Your friends are going to think I’m an animal.”
Who cares what they think? I know you’re an animal—my animal
. I laughed at the joyful thought.

I played with her for a while, but stopped when I knew she was truly embarrassed and threatened to never bite me again.

“I thought maybe we could go out tonight, and you could meet my friends.” I rounded the counter and slid my arm around her back. She was still embarrassed because of her mark on me, but I was smarter than that. I knew her phobia of letting people get close to her, and that was her real reason for not wanting to venture out tonight.

“We’ll eat here, and then go out and have some drinks.” It wasn’t a plea, more like a soft command. I was working on my finesse with her.

“Jason, drinks and people really aren’t my thing. You go. I’ll stay with Bo.”
Hell no
. That wasn’t an option. I’d spend no more time without her.

“No, I am not leaving you again. I haven’t been out in months, haven’t actually wanted to, but I think it would be fun. We can stay ten minutes and then leave.” There was no more to say about that. “Dinner will be ready in a little while. Come take a shower with me.” I tugged her arm, yanked her off the stool, weaved my fingers through hers and took the stairs two at a time. I was surprised she wasn’t stumbling to keep up. Katarina was fast, and very agile.

We reached the bathroom and I turned the shower nozzles until the correct water temperature was spraying, not yet releasing her. I debated on testing her trust in me, and ultimately went for it. I locked eyes with her, attempting to read her thoughts, but the only thing I saw was insecurity. My fingers traced her arm muscles down to her fingertips. I waited for the change in her eyes. I wanted to see the heat, the sensual haze, but nothing appeared. Her eyebrows were still knotted together, and her big blue eyes filled with doubt. I stepped back, releasing her, then I fully undressed her, and began undressing myself. Her eyes darted to the door and back to me, but I could tell she wasn’t scared. She wasn’t shaking or fidgety. She just calmly stood there, taking turns watching me, and then the door. I could tell she was processing things, and I tried very hard not to spook her. I gently laced my fingers with hers, feeling her soft fingers in-between all of mine. I had never been so turned on by simply hand-holding, but there was something about her frickin’ tiny, light, tentative hands as they caressed my large, rough, sure ones that sent sparks flying as soon as they tangled together.

I slowly padded into the shower, leading her to the dry end. I let go of her hand, spending too long looking down as our junction disappeared. Everything she did was for me. She let me touch her and hold her hand. She trusted me, but when I let go of her hand, she freed me as well. I wasn’t sure why that action fascinated me so much. I already knew she wasn’t clingy, but her stature as I stepped away into the water
was tall and proud, and that was something I had never witnessed. The combination of insecure eyes and strong, confident posture was intoxicating, and just the visual without a single touch was a powerful aphrodisiac. She must have read the torment in my eyes because she crossed her arms over her chest. She was getting just as turned on as me, but she didn’t understand it yet. All these feeling were so new for her. She was uncomfortable in her own skin right now. Her eyes dropped from mine, and I followed them with my hands. When they reached my throbbing cock, I stroked it, slowly tempting her. It was working. Her dark blue eyes snapped to mine and I gave her a ‘hey, look who’s up’ smile. Her body language switched immediately, and I saw her sassy, confident spark before she spoke.

“Do you need a little private time?” I thought I might love her mouth the most. Her arms fell to her side and I was granted a vision of her very tight nipples
, her
tiny erections to match my much larger one.

I fondled my thick cock, demonstrating my practiced expertise. I could see her trying to fight it, but the sassiness fell away, and she lunged forward only inches in front of me, and I glanced into her smoky, passion-filled eyes before she touched me. I groaned at first contact, and felt my muscles ripple as her hands descended. I fisted my hands, preventing myself from touching her aggressively. I could tell she was exploring. This was her first time with a man in a shower, and I was the lucky recipient of her investigation. Her tongue was now taking the place of her fingers, starting at my shoulder and continuing on the journey south.

I was unprepared when she fell to her knees and began massaging my inner thighs. My legs felt slightly off balance when she detached my hand from my achy cock. I grabbed the wall of the shower to steady myself. The air in my lungs was somehow depleted of oxygen, and I couldn’t get enough. I looked down, and my heart started racing at the sight before me. Her full, plump lips covered the shaft of my eager cock, and her hand disappeared to fondle my sac.
Oh fuck!
My restraint snapped, and I grabbed her hair with fists. She didn’t relent, her appetite growing and my eyes locking on the bobbing head that was surrounding my grateful penis. Her tongue was wet, hot, and very greedy,
and if I didn’t know better, I would think she had her own sexual expertise. It hit me like a brick, the sudden need to be buried deep inside her again when I came. I yanked on her hair, tugging and pulling, just hard enough to get her attention. If I jerked any harder, I feared I would actually pull her hair out.

“Katarina, you need to stop…
ah shit
. I don’t want this to be just about me.” She was an animal. Her sucking was almost painful. I moved toward the wall, trying to get her to break her suction or her trance on me, but it only cornered me. She wrapped her hands around my ass and dug her nails into my flesh. I glanced down, feeling the normal stirrings of my orgasm, knowing it was just seconds away. Her mouth slurping and taking me deeply, I had to be going down her throat. She kept repeating the rhythm and stuffing my long cock down her throat. I lost all conscious thought and rocked my hips one more time, shooting my semen into her welcoming mouth. She swallowed my trace and it was… freeing.

I eased her up my body with my hands in her hair. She was a beauty. There was more come this time, and it was thick and creamy, drizzling all down her body. Her smile was full of victory.

“What was that?” Her answer didn’t matter. Her response was priceless; it was mixture of confusion and lust. I trailed my sperm all over her wet body. I was deflecting the water, outlining her nipples slowly, and it was the fucking sexiest sight I had ever seen. A part of me was on her most delicate parts, and I craved the same hot, creamy part of me in
every
orifice of her tiny body. Her head tipped back and I heard a needy moan. Her eyes shifted back to mine, and she was stunned again.

“I don’t know.” I adored that surprised look. I swiped my come-covered finger directly from her erect nipple to her slightly open mouth, and I eased it in. Her eyes scanned mine for direction before her lips clamped down around my finger, just like they did around my cock, and she sucked it clean.
Fuck
. My heart felt like someone was squeezing the life out of it. I growled in appreciation and grabbed my aching chest.

“You are amazing. To think if I would have talked with you sooner, we could have been doing this the whole time.” I shifted her under the water and did my best to lather her body with soap. It felt right to take
care of her. I leaned in to whisper in her ear, “So fucking perfect. I have never seen or felt anything so
fucking
perfect.” Words were spilling from my lips incoherently as I continued to rub my hands over her smooth, hot body. The only thought continuing to repeat in my head was that she was mine. The gold mine that stood before me was all mine.

My body’s powerful impulse wanted to make it official. “The desire to come deep inside you is so strong, I almost can’t control it. Katarina, you should get on birth control pills right away. I know how you feel about being pregnant, and I want to respect that.” Why did the thought of her
not
taking the pill excite me so much? Her skin tasted soft and clean, and her scent made me want to breed with her right here, no more waiting. I licked her neck, the crook in-between her neck and shoulder. It was the spot holding her strongest scent. If she said it was okay not to use a rubber now, I would happily oblige.

“Fuck, babe, I am hard all over again.” Her mouth fell open at my words, and I took that as an invitation.
Damn
. She was the best kisser. It was like her lips were made for that one purpose. She gave me what I longed for, moaning as I passionately possessed her mouth. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore pleasure, she wrapped her legs around my hips, relinquishing control. It was her way of telling me to have my way with her. The rim of her dripping pussy rested on the head of my cock. I gripped her hips roughly as she began wiggling. I didn’t even know my body held the restraint it did, because the craving to impale her bare was so strong. It was like a form of survival, and if I didn’t do it I would die. I froze and inhaled deeply. My hands flicked out to turn the spraying water off, and I stepped out of the shower with her legs clenched tightly around me and her moaning in my ear.

“You are a dangerous girl.” I sat her on the bathroom counter, reached over and snatched the towel from the rack, and dried her from top to feet. My heart was thundering in my chest again. I wasn’t sure what was more painful, my achy heart or my impatient cock. I quickly toweled myself off and wrapped the damp cloth around my waist, picking her up and slinging her over my shoulder in one surprisingly smooth move. Her giggling had my penis gyrating to the melody of it.

“I can walk; you don’t have to carry me like a sack of potatoes.”
Ah shit, the food!
I flung her onto the bed and sprinted to the kitchen, losing my towel in the process.

“I’ll be right back; don’t go anywhere,” I yelled as I ran down the stairs. Her loud complaining moan almost made me say ‘fuck it’, but I recognized which head was actually thinking.

The oven timer was buzzing as I entered the kitchen. I rifled through the drawer, grabbed a mitt, and removed the boiling lasagna from the oven. I retrieved my towel as I bolted back up the stairs.

The room was empty when my jogging legs came to a halt. I checked under the bed first, and bypassed the closet on the way to the bathroom. A fully-dressed Katarina stood before me, her eyes laced with regret. It was that look alone that made me instantly pissed.

“What are you doing?” It was one of my stupider questions, but I wanted to curse and throw things, so stupid questions seemed like the better option.

“I need to go. I lose all control around you. I don’t know what I am even doing here.” So we’re back to that.
Why was she here? Seriously?

“I need to buy handcuffs. Every time I leave and come back, you want to flee. I am trying to understand why. I can tell you like me. In fact, I think you probably like me a lot more than you’re willing to admit. It drives me crazy that you could leave after what we just did.” My scared rabbit was back, and I was over it. She stood up slowly, too chicken to even look at me.

“I can’t keep you here, so fine, leave.” My body moved back, allowing hers to go by. My wet towel unraveled around my waist, and I tossed it across the bathtub before I entered the closet.

My journey downstairs was more of a tantrum, tossing things and stubbing my toe. I knocked over the grocery bag on the counter, causing the strawberry jam to fall on the hardwood floor. Pieces of glass shattered everywhere.
Shit!
I grabbed a whole roll of paper towels and went to work cleaning it up. I treaded barefoot in the kitchen all the time, so I had to be careful to retrieve all the glass. Then I slammed the French bread on the counter and carved it down the center. I mashed
hard butter into the center and tossed it into the oven.
Ugh
. She pissed me off. I was done indulging in her shy, embarrassed, and ashamed attitude. I wasn’t fifteen anymore, and this wasn’t my first rodeo.

I swiped the bread from the oven, and aggressively sliced it into pieces. When I was finished, it definitely looked like the bread lost. It was completely ripped into shreds. I cut myself a large serving of lasagna, grabbed a few pieces of bread, and trudged to the stools behind the counter to eat.

My body stiffened when I heard Katarina padding into the kitchen. Her hair was sopping wet, reminding me of our shower. She didn’t look at me, just continued to the cupboard. I was tired, and ultimately held no sympathy for her changing moods. I focused on my food and completely ignored her. I used to be really good at blocking infuriating women out. She settled on the other side of the same counter. Her side was lower than mine, and she quietly started eating. I heard the sound of the fork hitting the plate, and then I heard something else. She was humming.
WTF
. The sound made my dick hard again. I glanced at her and watched her put the small bite into her mouth, chew, and then close her eyes, tilting her head back slightly to hum. The tempting sound vibrated through me. It was as if her mouth was on my body. I couldn’t figure out if this was a sick game, a way for her to manipulate me, but she was in her own bubble again, just
frickin’
humming. She glanced at me, half of her mouth lifting in the process.