The Keys to Jericho (33 page)

The oak door opens and expectantly waiting for Dash to bother me with some stupid shit, Kat quietly walks in, and my eyes widen in surprise. The hall light bathes the entrance to my room as my wide-eyed stare takes in her dark gray nightshirt skimming her legs just above her knees, and the glow of her loose, shoulder-length, wavy, brown and purple hair. There’s no dark eye makeup on her face, and no blue contacts, and even if her hair is streaked, she looks nearly the way she used to in high school, only at this moment, Kat Merrick is the sexiest I’ve ever seen her.

Without giving me a smile or a reason why she’s here, she closes the door, darkening the room to just the small glow illuminating half of my bed. I prop myself up on my elbows. “Kit Kat, what’s wrong?”

I hear the click of the lock, and her dark brown eyes are focused—determined—as she walks to the side of my bed. Her gaze intently rakes over my body, and I grow hard, in full view, as if she’s conjuring me. Still unsmiling, she watches my cock unfailingly respond to her presence, as it always has.

She says nothing to me, but I see her chest rising and falling quicker, in tune with mine. I whisper, “Kat, what are you doing in here? I thought you went to sleep.”

She slowly shakes her head, keeping her eyes on my full-scale erection, and whispers, “Not tired.”

I noisily gulp to open my constricting throat, and unevenly ask, “What is it you want then?” Fuck.
Don’t hurt me again
.
Tell me you want me
.

Her eyes drag to my face and she unexpectedly puts her knee on the edge of the bed, climbing on top of me, and by impulse, I pull her forward to avoid sitting on my dick, even after what I just did to her outside. And even though she’s sitting on top of me in only a shirt, I’m still not sure what it is she wants. When her nightshirt slides up, I stroke my fingertips over the outside of her legs.

Nevertheless, with her sitting on me, and Kat having seen and felt my cock, I’m no longer worried about hiding my hard-on too much from her, so I take in the sight. Her legs are snug against my body, so I can’t see up her shirt. I need to change that.

As we stare at each other, I put my hands on her knees, urging her legs up. When she moves them, my eyes drop as her shirt gapes open, revealing that she’s not wearing underwear.

I whisper up to her, “Fuck, Kit Kat.” She doesn’t respond, only watches my reaction, and I look back to her pussy. Without touching her, I notice how aroused she is from her delicious scent, and as I push her shirt up further, the light reflects how wet she is, and I instinctually lick my lips.

I hear her loud swallow and I swiftly glance up to her face to see that her cheeks are also wet. “Kit Kat, what?”

Her tears are her only reply, so when I try to sit up, I’m shell-shocked when she pushes me back down, as she falls on top of me, her lips seizing mine before my head even hits the pillow. As much as I want to ask why she’s crying again, and now doing this after rejecting me last night, my mouth won’t let me, just as my cock is screaming to finally unite with her pussy.

My hands move underneath her shirt, lifting it up, and I grip her ass as we kiss hard and frantically. Her hair hangs over me, inundating me with her shampoo, mixed with her usual scent, plus her arousal. She does the shifting thing with her hips, and I now realize she was turned on when she was on top of me at the park. Remembering she’s not wearing underwear, I reach up and push her shoulder so she sits up. We pant as our kiss ends, and when my hand trails from her ass, over her hip, and to her pussy, she moans.

“Jesus, Kat,” I groan as my fingers dig into her, feeling how slick she is, sliding my fingers in and out, and making her loudly sigh, followed by another moan.

She breathlessly says, “Only for you, Jared.” Biting her lip, she whimpers when my thumb caresses her clit. Liking how that sounded, I stroke with more pressure, causing her legs to involuntarily open wider and for her to push against my hand.

With my other hand, I run my fingers up her thigh and through her pubic hair, getting them wet, wanting to touch her pussy as much as possible, in case I never have the chance to again, but I’m already resolved to ensure I do.

Since my hands are busy, but I’m not finished exploring her, I whisper, “Take your shirt off.”

Kat immediately complies, exposing her breasts and I stop fingering her to gawk at what she’s been teasing me with in her tank tops. Her nipples are erect and with my fingers still buried inside her, I say, “I’ve fantasized so fucking long about seeing you like this.” I then mindlessly blurt out, “You’re so goddamned beautiful, Kit Kat.”

Her cheeks are wet, but her brown eyes light up when she smiles.

Needing to feel her tits, but also needing to taste her, I take my hands off her, one at a time, and methodically lick my fingers as she watches. Her legs rhythmically press against me as her eyes widen. I slowly lick the tip of my index finger, as we look at each other, and I say, “You’re fucking delicious. Give me more.”

Grinding her hips into my abdomen, she whimpers, “Jared.”

Reaching up, my wet thumbs glide over her nipples and I close my eyes to steady myself, so I don’t come in my underwear for the second time tonight.

Kat moans and holds onto my hands fondling her tits, her pussy soaking my stomach. She snarls, “Jared, as much as I love what you’re doing to me, let’s cut the bullshit.”

“What?” My eyes fly open to her face and my heart crashes to a painful halt, expecting her to tell me something that I might not like, according to Dash.

“We’ve been doing this damn foreplay routine since high school.”

I’m afraid, but I don’t want to show it, even though it’s most likely displaying on my face and when I tentatively ask, “What do you want then, Kit Kat?”

She swiftly leans down and growls, “I want
you
, Jared.” She then breathlessly whispers, “
Of course
I fucking want you.”

Panting as my heart kick starts, I stammer, “You… You said you didn’t.”

Her eyes fill with tears again. “I didn’t want what you were proposing we do, but if that’s the only part of you I’m going to get before you leave, then I’ll deal with it.” She blinks through her unshed tears and says, “I’ve wanted you since we met. I wanted to lose my virginity to you, but you didn’t want me.”

I tersely inhale and argue, “Yes, I fucking did. You’re all I think about when my hand is wrapped around my cock. Not just past tense.”

“And when my fingers are inside of me, they’re yours. Not just present.”

Closing my eyes, I sigh. “Holy fuck.”

Suddenly, she shifts up and over my aching dick, even though I came earlier, I’m throbbing with new persistence. She zealously yanks down my shorts and underwear, making me stridently groan as my sore cock sways. As she limply drops my shorts onto the floor, I watch her stunned expression as she takes in a loud breath. “Jared.”

Catching my breath, I say, “It’s always been hard for you.” Kat eagerly takes ahold of my shaft and I wheeze at the feel of her hand on me, “Fuck.”

She whispers, “Fuck, what?”

I heavily huff, and we stare at each other as she runs her fingers over the tip, touching me there for the first time. “Kat. Fuck…baby.”

As she begins to stroke me, I automatically grasp her hand, stopping her, and growl, “You’re right. Let’s cut the bullshit. Fuck me, Kit Kat.
Now
.”

I grab her by the hips, pulling her closer, hovering her over my cock, only to now realize that I’m not wearing a damn condom. “Shit!”

Between heavy breaths, she anxiously asks, “What?”

I close my eyes and regretfully tell her, “A condom. They’re some in the other room.” Now,
I’m
the idiot.

She says, “I’m on birth control. I get a shot.”

I roll my head side to side on the pillow. “I never have sex without a condom.” Except for my first time, but that’s been too long ago to count.

Feeling her slump, I open my eyes and she dejectedly says to my chest, “Oh. I didn’t even think of that.”

My gaze lowers to her pussy, and unable to resist touching her there, my thumbs slide into her, dipping into her cream, and then rubbing it onto my cock in a show for her.

Surprised, Kat’s mouth opens and she gives me a questioning look. I whisper, “But you’ve always been the exception.” I don’t even ask about her condom-use history outside her marriage. Quite frankly, I don’t care. Not when we’re about to change
our
history.

Her breathing quickens as she considers what I just said. Licking her lips, suddenly uneasy, she says, “Jared, we’re about to cross a line we can’t uncross.”

I nod. “It’s about time, so we’d better make sure to dot our i’s and cross our t’s, too.” She looks away, but restively fidgets as I push the side of my shaft against her opening, causing me to add some of my own cream to the tip of my dick.

I bite my lip before sullenly saying, “We don’t have to do this.” Fuck, I can’t turn back now. I’ll jack off as she watches. I don’t care, as long as I can touch her while I do.

Kat swiftly slides her eyes to mine, and practically snaps, “I
need
to.”

My tongue flicks over my lips. “No regrets then?”

She shakes her head and says, “Only if we
don’t
do this.”

Wanting to hear her tell me again, I whisper, “I want you, Kit Kat.”

Her brown eyes water again, but she resolutely affirms, “I want you so damn much. God, Jared. Fuck me.”

“Fuck me…what?”

“Fuck me, honey. Finally screw your driving partner.” She circles her hips, her pussy licking over the head, teasing me to take action.

I whisper, “Like
this
.” I yank down on her hips, thrusting into her, as she slides down onto me, ending years of our baited torment. We both raucously shout, not caring who the fuck hears us. In fact, I
do
want Dash Calder to hear me fucking her. Claiming Kat Merrick. He can shove the Bro Code up his ass now.

As she hurriedly pulls her hips up, my hands go to her tits and I say, “Slow. Go slow.” I want this to last as long as possible. Even if I’ll do all I can to make sure this isn’t our last time, I can’t assume that it won’t be. I want to appreciate each move, each breath, each stroke, each shudder, each word, and everything not said.

Kat pants, “I can’t.” She slams down, and I plunge deeper.

Squeezing my fingers into her, I gutturally groan, “Jesus Christ, Katriona!”

“Jared, I… Fuck… I want your dick to make me come.” She glides up and down, whimpering louder.

Holding onto her tits, her hair bounces against my hands, as she rides me, and I brokenly say, “At long last. On my cock, baby.” I drop my hands to grab onto her ass, urging her onto me, going deeper with every rebound of hers. I’ve never had sex like this before. No, this is a literal, fucking life-affirming experience.

I confess, “I’ve always wanted you to fuck me, Katriona Elyse. Shit. Don’t stop,” I fervently pant, lifting my hips and Kat off the bed to get as deep into her as possible.

Holding onto me, she wails, “Jared! I… I… I’m going to come!”

“Goddamn it, Kat! Don’t fucking stop!” I vehemently yell, and as I utter that, I’m reminded of what I heard at my dad’s in the room next to me, and now I understand why. I’ve never begged someone to have an orgasm with me during sex. I usually came quietly and then that was it, whether they did or not.

“Jared, fuck,” she gasps and I feel her pussy tighten, grabbing me by the balls as she comes. “Don’t
you
stop!”

“I won’t, baby.” I screw through her spasming, and raucously groan as I feel mine coming, and since this may be our only time, I hurriedly shift and roll her beneath me.

“I want to screw you this way,” I whisper, slipping out of Kat before firmly driving inside her, bouncing her tits in my face, and the headboard off the wall.

Her hands go into my hair, holding on, as she cries, “Jesus!”

With one hand, I hold onto her waist as I fuck her, and with the other, I scrape her striped hair from her face. I tease with a breathless grin, “How’s my driving?”

She strokes my jaw with a look of some kind of awe or adoration. “Fucking awesome. Jared, I… I want to tell—”

Feeling the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had beginning to erupt, I harshly gasp and hold her tighter, securing her hips to mine. “Shit! Oh, fuck!”

Scraping her nails into my stubble, she whispers, “Come inside me, Jared. I want to feel you dripping from me.”

“Jesus Christ!” My own spasms are hard and enduring. “Take it all, Kit Kat.” Disjointedly sighing, I empty into her as ordered, and she gasps, while watching me. The overwhelming look in her eyes is inscrutable.

As I slowly rock the rest of my erection into submission, I whisper, “What?”

Kat shakes her head and urges my head down, and we entangle our lips into a deep and desperate kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues, simulating what we just did.

I abruptly pull back when I feel my face getting wet. Kat tries to blink her tears away, but they fall to the sides of her face.