The Infatuation (Josh and Kat #1 , The Club #5) (35 page)

Finally, after what seems like forever, his warm
tongue flickers onto my clit and begins lapping at me voraciously,
eliciting a sound from me like I’ve just placed my hand on a hot
stove. I press myself into him violently, desperately, jolting,
gripping the table behind me, my pelvis jerking rhythmically with
the hungry movements of his lips and tongue.

“Oh, hell yeah,” I breathe. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Oh God, I’m beginning to clench forcefully from deep
inside. This is incredible. This man right here gets the job done
right.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls from between
my legs. “So
fucking
good.”

As his mouth continues working my tip, he slides his
fingers deep inside me—and that’s all my body needs to release
forcefully. In an instant, pleasure is slamming into me like a
hurricane—I’m twisting, warping, shuddering around his fingers, all
the while grasping urgently at his head between my legs. “Josh,” I
sputter. “Oh my God,
yes
.” I claw at him, gasping, gripping
the hair on the back of his head, his ears, cheeks, neck, yanking
at the fabric of his shirt—doing whatever it takes to survive the
brutality of the pleasure I’m experiencing.

Josh abruptly takes my thigh off his shoulder and
stands up to his full height, his eyes blazing like blue coals. He
licks his glistening lips and begins slowly unbuttoning his shirt,
his eyes never leaving mine. I’m dripping down my thighs with my
arousal, jerking my pelvis in anticipation of the delicious fucking
I’m about to take. Oh my God. My clit is vibrating with a low,
insistent hum, rippling with faint aftershocks from my orgasm.

As Josh continues unbuttoning his shirt, I reach
down and stroke the bulge in his pants, reveling in the delectable
hardness of him against my fingertips. I can’t think straight. All
I can do is
want
.

He peels off his shirt and tosses it onto the floor
and I’m treated to the same panty-soaking view of his muscled,
tattooed torso I beheld in the hallway after Reed’s party. Only
this time, he’s even sexier than he was to me then, if that’s
possible.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, ogling him. “Oh my
God.
”

Josh flashes a cocky grin. “I know, but feel free to
call me
Josh
.”

Even through my intense arousal, I laugh.

“Oh man, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Party Girl,” he
growls. “I’m gonna fuck you
and
your fucking Hyphen,
baby.”

I semi-chuckle—my brain knows that was funny—but I’m
too wound up to laugh. I can barely stand, I’m so frickin’
aroused.

I run my hands over the “Grace” tattoo on his
muscled chest, convulsing with excitement as I do, and then across
his “OVERCOME” tattoo scrolling across his ripped lower abs. Oh
God, I’m beginning to feel desperate for him.

He leans forward and kisses me, caressing my breast
as he does, and I reach down hungrily to unfasten his pants.

I open his belt and zipper and quickly open the
front of his pants.

His humongous bulge is trapped inside simple white
briefs. I yank feverishly on his underwear and he pulls them
off.

I look down at his naked body and convulse with
pleasure at the sight of him. Holy fuckballs, he’s the sexiest man
alive.

Josh embraces me and I melt into his arms, shaking
with excitement.

His lips are on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his
hands on my back. He gropes my ass and skims his fingers inside my
ass crack and I moan involuntarily. Oh God, I’m losing my fucking
mind with anticipation.

“Fuck me already,” I say. “
Please
.”

I pull back from him and grasp his shaft, twitching
with arousal as I do—and at my eager touch, Josh grips the back of
my hair, pulls my head back and leans right into my face.

“You’ve been torturing me—so now I’m torturing
you.”

He kisses me deeply, still gripping my hair, making
my knees buckle.

“I like hearing you beg,” he breathes. “As you
should.”

I’m reeling. I can’t think straight. I feel like I’m
losing hold of my sanity. Why won’t he do it already? I’ve already
waited far too long.

“Please,” I beg.

He smiles wickedly. “Oh my God, the things I’m gonna
do to you,” he whispers, almost to himself. He grabs his pants off
the floor, fishes into his pocket, and pulls out a foil packet. Ten
seconds later, he looks up from rolling the condom onto his
erection, growls, turns me around abruptly and guides my shuddering
body to the nearby table.

Good lord, I can’t remember the last time a man
turned me on this much. I’m non-functional—his for the taking, any
which way he pleases. I’ve quite literally never been this
turned-on before.

“You want me, Kat?” he whispers into my ear, pulling
my backside into him and reaching around to grope my breasts.
“Because I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about that
fucking application.”

“Please,” I gasp.

Without warning, he slaps my ass and I yelp with
surprise. “You know why I just did that?”

“Because I’m a fucking terrorist.”

“That’s right, baby.” He growls with pleasure.

His fingers move to my crotch and massage my clit
rhythmically as he glowers over me from behind.

I moan loudly. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, say it again.”

“Fuck me.”

“Beg me for it,” he growls, grinding his dick into
my back and working my clit with fervor.

Oh, yeah, I’m liking this. He’s good at this.
“
Please
,” I breathe.

“Please what?”

“
Please fuck me
.” Oh my God, he’s working my
clit better than any battery-operated-boyfriend ever could.

“Admit you’ve touched yourself just like this,
dreaming about sucking my hard cock
.
”

How’d he know that? “Yes,” I breathe. “Every fucking
day.”

“Now beg me to fuck you one more time. And maybe I
will.”

Oh good lord. I’m so turned on, I’m gonna come
before he’s even entered me.

“Fuck me,” I say between teeth gritted. This is too
much. I’m going fucking insane with anticipation. “
Please
fuck me, Josh.
Please
.” I’m shuddering, trembling, dripping
with arousal. My head is spinning. My clit’s on fire. I can’t wait
another minute.

“You’re gonna come for me first,” he growls, his
fingers working me into a frenzy.

At his words, my skin begins prickling like I’ve got
a sudden chill. “Oh, shit,” I say. “
Yes
. I’m about to come.
Oh fuck. It’s gonna be a big one.” I grip the table. “Oh,
Jesus.”

He puts his lips right against my ear, his fingers
still working me. “That’s right,” he whispers, his breath tickling
my ear. “Beg me.”

“Fuck me now,” I gasp. “Please.”

He slaps my ass again and I yelp with
excitement.

“My little terrorist,” he says, his voice low and
taut. “I’m torturing you because you’ve been so, so bad.”

I’ve never been treated this way. Men usually act
like I’m their pretty, precious trophy—a prize to be won and
worshipped. Nate certainly never spoke to me this way, not even
once, and Garrett never said a frickin’ word during sex beyond
growling like a bear. Sure, occasional guys have talked dirty to me
during sex, but this... this thing Josh is doing to me... this is a
whole new level—and it’s turning me on like crazy.

“Please,” I whimper, sweat beading on my brow.

“Bad girl.” He slaps my ass again and, immediately,
a massive orgasm slams into me, wrenching my insides like a towel
being wrung out to dry.

He growls with pleasure. “Oh my God, you’re so
fucking hot, baby.”

He sticks his fingers deep inside me again, making
me cry out at the sensation, and the next thing I know, his hard
cock is finally, mercifully sliding deep inside me, deep, deep,
deep inside me, filling me to the brim and then some.

Josh makes a sound of pure pleasure and that’s
enough to push me over the edge.

“Oh,
fuck
,” I say, my body clenching
forcefully around his hardness.

I’m absolutely shocked—I’ve never had back-to-back
orgasms like this, and I’ve certainly never had an orgasm triggered
solely by the sensation of a man entering me, either. Holy
shitballs, I’m being turned inside out.

“Fuck, oh my God. Fuck,” I say as warm waves of
pleasure grip me.

I lay my palms on the table in front of me,
steadying myself as my body tightens and ripples and warps around
Josh, this time even harder than the last time. “Oh, Jesus,” I
choke out. Oh my God, his cock is absolutely enormous inside me—if
he misused that thing, he’d surely rip me in two. But, oh my God,
no, he’s not misusing it—he’s using it exceptionally well. I’m
clenching so furiously around his cock, I can’t breathe.

Josh lets out a low moan as his dick burrows into me
all the freaking way—balls deep, baby—and then he grips my hips
from behind and leads my body into rhythmic movement with his.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers into my ear, his hands
groping every inch of my body voraciously. “Jesus Fucking Christ,
you’re fucking incredible.”

His thrusts are becoming more and more intense. I
gasp with excitement and reach up over my shoulder to grab his
cheek and pull him into me.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs into my ear, cupping
my breasts in his large hands. He kisses my neck, pinches my
nipples, fucking me all the while in rhythmic thrusts. “You’re so
fucking wet and tight,” he growls. “You feel so good.”

Good God, I can’t think. I’m overwhelmed with
pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers into my ear
again, pumping rhythmically inside me. “You’ve got a magic pussy,
baby.”

Oh Jesus. I’ve never been treated like this
before—never been fucked so well and with such glorious dirty-talk,
too. Oh my God, I’m losing my freaking mind.

I slam myself into him as best I can on wobbly legs,
moaning and grunting as I do. I’m riding his cock as hard as I can,
losing complete control. I’m a rubber band about to snap. I reach
down and touch the spot where his cock is sliding in and out of me,
then let my fingers wander to his balls and feel them swinging and
slamming to and fro against me as he thrusts. The sensation makes
me shudder with pleasure.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers into my ear, his
fingers working my clit as he thrusts. His free hand finds its way
to my mouth and I suck voraciously on his fingers.

He makes a strangled sound. Oh, he’s ramping up
hard. I can feel it.

He pulls his finger out of my mouth and abruptly
bends me over the table, pushing on my back and forcing my sweaty
chest into the glass.

“You liked torturing me, didn’t you?” he growls.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He slaps my ass harder than ever and my body jerks
with pleasure.

“Tell me you’re sorry for what you did.”

“I’m not sorry,” I say.

He spanks me again.

I inhale sharply, and that hand-on-a-hot-stove sound
escapes my lips again.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” Josh says, apparently already
keyed into my body’s cues. “Here it comes, baby. Come for me.”

A couple more spanks and deep thrusts and I climax
again, gasping as I do—and a moment later, Josh jerks with what
seems like a massive orgasm, too.

When my body stops warping and clenching, and Josh
seems to have finished coming behind me, I sprawl myself onto the
table, completely spent, soaking in sweat and shaking with my
exertion.

Oh my God. That was the best sex of my entire life.
I never wanted it to end. And, holy shitballs, I wanna do it again
as soon as humanly possible.

“Holy That Was Even Better Than I Expected, Batman,”
I finally say, my sweaty cheek resting against the glass table.
“Daaaaaay-am.”

Josh laughs and slaps my ass, hard, but I barely
flinch.

“Hell yeah, it was, Batman—or, shit, wait, are you
Robin?” He chuckles. “Dude, I just realized—were Batman and Robin
gay
?”

“I think they were just really, really,
really
close friends.”

Josh pulls out of me and turns my limp body around
to face him. “You’re amazing,” he says simply, looking into my eyes
with surprising tenderness. “I had pretty high expectations for
fucking the Party Girl with a Hyphen, I gotta admit, and it was
even better than I’d fantasized.”

He cups my face in his palms and kisses me—and I
melt into him, returning his kiss passionately, my heart racing.
For several minutes, we kiss and kiss and kiss, making up for lost
time, I suppose, our mouths consuming each other voraciously, my
sweaty breasts smashed into his muscled chest, my arms wrapped
firmly around his neck.

“Best ever,” he whispers.

“Ditto,” I whisper. I don’t know if he’s saying this
to me as a figure of speech, but I’m being literal. That was quite
literally the best sex of my life. “I feel high right now,” I say.
“Like I could jump out a five-story building and fly.”

Josh laughs. “‘I am a golden god.’”

“
Almost Famous,
” I quip, easily identifying
the source of his quote.

Josh beams a smile at me. “We can add that to your
list of dude-like qualities: ‘can identify movie quotes.’”

I laugh. “Yeah, I’m pretty damned good at it,
actually.”

“You’re good at everything,” he says tenderly. He
sighs and strokes my hair. “You’re amazing—like a drug. I feel
totally buzzed right now. Jesus.”

I blush.

“I loved your application, by the way. Best gift
I’ve ever gotten.” He smirks. “And utterly diabolical of you, I
must say—brilliant strategic maneuver. I couldn’t resist you after
that.”

“So does that mean I’m a shoe-in to get approved for
the Josh Faraday Club?”

“Oh, you’re a shoe-in, for sure, baby. Fuck yes. But
the approval process takes a bit of time, you should know, so you
gotta be patient. I suggest we order some room service while we
wait for round two of the review process—that motherfucker Max
interrupted my burger and fries and I’m hangry as hell about
it.”