The Infatuation (Josh and Kat #1 , The Club #5) (40 page)

I’m already twitching and shuddering with
anticipation. I nod.

“Sit back, Kat. The key is letting that cock hit
your G-spot over and over. That’s where the money’s at, baby.”

I sit back.

“Good. Does it feel like your clit is flush with the
pad when you sit back like that?”

“Yep.”

“The more upright you sit, the more G-spot
stimulation you’ll get—and that’s what we’re really going after.
G-spot
—not clit, contrary to popular belief.”

I nod. “Silly rabbit, clits are for kids.”

He laughs. “You’re so fucking hilarious.” He looks
me up and down for a moment, his eyes devouring me, his erection
straining.

“Um. Josh? Hello? I’m kinda sitting here with a big,
fat dildo up my wahoo?”

He laughs. “Okay, PG. Here we go.” He kneels in
front of me on the bed, his hard-on massive, and strokes the curve
of my hip for a moment, making me shudder. “I’ll start with the
dildo first, rotating on low, no vibe at all yet, just so you can
get used to the motion inside you. Okay?”

I nod and let out a shaky breath. “Please be careful
with me.”

He touches my hair. “You’re in good hands,
baby.”

I nod again.

Josh sits on the bed next to me and picks up the
control box like a kid with an X-box. “You ready, babe?”

I nod.

The machine comes to life, humming loudly, and the
dildo begins rotating slowly inside me, swiping repeatedly at a
pinpoint location. “Oh,” I say, taken aback at the sudden
sensation. “Wow. That’s amazing.” I lean forward instinctively,
trying to relieve the pressure already building inside me.

“No, don’t lean forward,” Josh reminds me. “You can
lean back, but never forward. Go against instinct. Don’t try to
relieve the pressure. Push through it.”

I lean back, as instructed. “Wooh,” I say, the
sensation making my skin prick. “Wow. That’s really nice.
Whoa.”

A beaming smile spreads across Josh’s face. “You
like that, babe?”

I nod and take a deep breath, trying to steady
myself.

“That’s the lowest setting—just rotation, no
vibration.”

“Oh,” I say again. “Wow. That’s hitting me exactly
right. It’s like magic. Wow.”

“This thing is engineered to do nothing but give you
orgasms,” Josh says. “Just tell me when you’re comfortable, and
I’ll increase the speed of rotation a bit.”

Wooh, this thing is igniting me with no clit
stimulation whatsoever, just the swipe... swipe... swipe of the
dildo inside me, rotating round and round, hitting my G-spot at the
exact right spot with each revolution. It’s amazing, really, like
nothing I’ve felt before. So precise. I moan softly. “Oh, God, I
like this,” I say, my voice beginning to quaver. My skin suddenly
erupts with goose bumps. There’s suddenly a strange pressure in my
ears.

“Wooh,” I say softly. “Oh boy.”

“Ready for faster?”

I take a deep breath and nod.

Josh twists a dial on the control box and the
rotation inside me palpably increases in speed. Swipe, swipe,
swipe, the dildo goes, quite a bit faster than before, hitting my
G-spot in rapid succession with only a fraction of a second in
between each swipe.

“Oh, Jesus,” I say. I let out a very loud moan. The
wall of my vagina contracts sharply and doesn’t release. It just
keeps tightening. “Ooph,” I say. Something huge is building inside
me. I’ve never felt anything quite like this before. “Holy shit,” I
say. I begin to lean forward, aching to relieve the pressure.

“No. Don’t lean forward.
Back
.”

I lean back.

“Good. Now start humping it, babe,” Josh says. “Move
your hips like you’re on top of me, fucking the shit out of me,
trying to get yourself off.”

I comply, and it’s like I’ve been struck by
lightning. My body begins squeezing and clenching fiercely, winding
tighter and tighter.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Josh says. He’s begun stroking
himself with his free hand. “Oh my God. So hot. Just like that,
babe.”

I look at Josh, the way he’s jerking himself off,
the totally perverted look on his face, and my entire body bursts
into a ball of flames.

I move my hips forward and back with increased
enthusiasm, imagining I’m fucking him, and he growls his approval.
“Nice,” he says, his hand stroking his shaft fervently. “Oh, Kat.
You’re killing me right now. You’re so fucking hot.”

The movement of my hips, combined with the rotation
of the dildo and the sight of Josh jacking off—and especially the
look on his face—are all conspiring to turn me into something
inhuman. Oh, jeez, I’m about to turn into a freaking werewolf. I’m
sweating. My skin is rippling all over. My heart is leaping out of
my chest.

Josh twists the dial again.

Swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe-swipe,
the machine says, a perfect frenzy of precise stimulation.

Holy shitballs. Jesus fucking Christ. Oh my God.

I make a sound like a wild boar that’s just been
struck by a hunter’s crossbow.

“Holy shit,” I gasp. The pleasure is too much to
bear. I have to relieve the pressure somehow. I lean back and
fondle my breasts and pinch my nipples and throw my head back,
grinding my hips voraciously into the machine, growling like a
maimed beast. I’m completely swept away by the outrageous sensation
inside my body. I literally bite my fingers, my knuckles, grab at
my hair, claw at my face, looking for relief from the painful
pleasure.

“I’m pushing it higher,” Josh chokes out, and the
machine buzzes louder.

The dildo is raging inside me now, whacking the shit
out of me from the inside. I look down, expecting to see my abdomen
visibly zigging and zagging and lurching with the insane rotation
of the dildo inside me, like how that alien bursts out of that guy
in
Alien,
but all I see is my usual belly and pelvis.

“Oh, Jesus,” I whimper.

I’m howling like a trapped animal, fucking the shit
out of the machine, sweating like a pig. I’m in pain now. Horrible,
brutal pain. And it feels so good.

The entirety of my skin suddenly pricks with goose
bumps, exactly like I’m about to throw up—and a strange numbing
feeling overtakes my feet. That’s something new. What the hell is
that? “Oh, shit,” I say. “I’m gonna come.” I roar. “Oh fuck. It’s
coming.” I dry heave. Whoa, that’s new, too.

My toes curl and I let out a weird screeching
sound.

“I’m turning on the vibe now, along with the
rotation,” Josh whispers, his hand working his shaft furiously.

A low vibration hits my clit and, instantly, my body
hurtles into some sort of a seizure, warping and clenching and
twisting so violently, I feel like I’m gonna lose control of my
bowels. My eyelids flutter and my eyeballs roll into the back of my
head. I dry heave again.

I shriek. “Oh my fucking...
fuck
!”

My entire body wracks with the most intense orgasm
of my life. It’s indescribable. I feel like I’m being possessed by
a fucking demon.

But rather than give me relief, Josh increases the
vibration on my clit.

I can’t control myself. I feel like I’m being
electrocuted.

I begin releasing strangled expletives at the top of
my lungs as my body is slammed by orgasm after orgasm without
reprieve. Is this one long, continuous, unending climax, or
multiple ones stacked one on top of each other? I can’t tell. The
pleasure doesn’t end. My body’s in some sort of trance, warping and
wrenching, buckling and undulating, over and over, without relief.
I feel like I’m gonna barf or burst into tears or piss all over
myself. Or all of the above.

I make yet another sound I’ve never heard myself
make before, and, all of a sudden, I feel warm fluid gushing out of
me and pooling underneath me in the saddle. Was that pee? Well, if
it was, I don’t even care. I just keep humping the saddle
furiously, shrieking, my head thrown back, sweat pouring down my
face and trickling down my breasts, my body creating a loud
slapping noise as my flesh pounds furiously into the wet saddle
over and over.

I manage a glance at Josh and he looks
enraptured.

The vibe and rotation both increase together and I
shriek.

I run my hands over my face, through my hair, bite
my fingers, moaning with pleasure and pain. All of a sudden, I feel
Josh’s lips on my hard nipples, sucking me. He’s licking up the
sweat off my neck, kissing me furiously.

“I want you to suck my cock,” he growls.

I nod. “No. Yes, yes.”

He rises to his feet on the bed, bends his legs to
lower his dick to the right height for my face, and shoves his
hard-on in front of my face. But instead of shoving it into my
mouth, he unexpectedly stops and places his wet tip on my chin,
right on my little indentation.

“Oh yeah,” he says, running his hands through my
hair. “Look up at me.”

I can barely follow his command. I’m about to come
again.

He growls. “Been wanting to do that since I first
saw that little cleft in your chin.”

Before I can reply, he slides his hard-on from my
chin into my mouth, and I instantly begin sucking on him
voraciously, moaning loudly as I do.

This is insane pleasure. My body and mouth are both
filled up with cocks, my clit is vibrating, his hands are running
through my hair. I swirl my tongue against the little hole at his
tip, and he growls loudly, grabbing furiously at the back of my
head.

My eyes roll back into my head again.

I’m dizzy.

A strange vertigo overtakes me, a kind of tunnel
vision. I feel like I’m literally gonna keel over. A blast of white
light bursts in front of my eyes and momentarily dances in my field
of vision, as if I’ve just come inside after being in the brightest
light and my eyes haven’t yet adjusted.

I bat Josh’s hand forcefully and pull my mouth off
his hard-on.

“I can’t,” I sputter.

Josh drops down to the control box in a flash and
the machine instantly stops humming. The vibration stops. The dildo
stops moving.

The machine comes to a complete stop—and yet I’m
still twitching and gasping like a freshly caught fish.

Without hesitation, Josh leaps behind me on the bed,
roughly lifts my pelvis off the dildo, pushes me forward onto my
hands and knees over the machine, and begins furiously licking and
suckling my pussy from behind, lapping up the fluid that’s
literally dripping out of me.

I shudder and moan at the sensation of his tongue
and mouth slurping and sucking and lapping at my sensitive folds
and creases, at how passionately he’s eating me.

“Are you on the pill?” he grunts.

“Yes. Do it.”

“Are you clean?”

“Yes. Do it.”

“I’m clean.”

“Do it.”

He plows into me without hesitation, all the way,
and proceeds to fuck the motherfucking shit out of me.

I cry out with pleasure as a bone-rattling climax
hurtles through me, yet again.

I’m delirious. Out of my head. Aching for him to
tear me clean apart.

His fingers reach around me to my clit as he pounds
me, and, all of a sudden, I’m blinded. Literally. All I can see is
a white light. Then yellow. Pink. Holy shit. My abdomen twists. I
feel like I’m gonna throw up. My toes curl. My skin pricks. I dry
heave again.

Warm fluid suddenly gushes out of me the way it did
on the machine a few minutes ago and spurts down my thighs. Oh,
Jesus. I can’t see. I literally can’t function. I think I’m gonna
black out.

Josh grips the back of my hair and comes so hard
inside me, I can feel his cum shooting into me.

Holy... Something-Something, Batman. Fucking hell.
I’m so fucked up right now, I can’t even come up with a clever
Batman quip. Fucking fucky fuck. Holy fuck. Fuck. That’s about all
I got. Holy Fuck, Batman. Fuck you.

Josh scoops me up into his arms from behind, kisses
my neck, and fondles my sweaty breasts. I can’t return his
affection. I can’t move. I’m an inanimate object in his arms. A
floppy, spineless, sweaty blow-up doll.

I feel his lips against my ear, his hands in my
sweaty hair. “You’re the hottest woman alive, Katherine Ulla
Morgan,” he says, kissing my ear. “My fantasy in every fucking way.
Holy fucking shit.”

Josh

Kat shifts in my arms in her sleep and I freeze.

I’m freaking out.

I never, ever have sex without a condom. Ever. It’s
my cardinal rule and I never break it.
Ever
. No matter the
woman. No matter how hot she is. No matter how hot the sex promises
to be. I didn’t even go bareback with Emma, and we were together
for three fucking years. What the
fuck
was I thinking doing
it with Kat?

I look at Kat’s sleeping face, my heart racing. What
if we just made an accidental Faraday? I can’t stop hearing my
dad’s voice, ringing in my head: “‘Don’t you dare let me catch
either of you making an accidental Faraday with a woman unworthy of
our name or I’ll get the last laugh on that gold digger’s ass and
disown the fuck out of you faster than she can demand a paternity
test.’” How many times did I endure hearing Dad say those fucking
words to Jonas and me? Way too many times to count. It was his
fucking mantra.

I study Kat’s sleeping face again. Even asleep, even
without animation to her features, she’s utter perfection. That
cleft in her chin slays me. Her eyebrows. Her lips.

Adrenaline floods me.

Who gives a fuck what Dad said? Kat’s not a gold
digger—and Dad’s no longer here to disown me even if she were. So
what if Kat and I fucked up and made an accidental Faraday? It’s
none of his fucking business, either way. And, anyway, it was well
worth the fucking risk. I smile to myself. Best sex of my fucking
life. In the international sport of fucking, this woman just took
the gold
and
silver medals. And when I fuck her for a third
time, which I plan to do as soon as she wakes up, she’ll no doubt
snag the bronze medal, too. The woman’s got superpowers or
something. She’s a fucking fembot is what she is. Oh my God. That’s
it.
Katherine Ulla Morgan is a fucking fembot.