“It should have changed my mind,” he replied flatly. “I told myself that about ten thousand times last night. It should have changed my mind to know that I would end up hurting you even more than I’d thought I would. But it’s just like I said. I can’t stop now. I didn’t sleep for a long time last night for wanting you.”
“You don’t know if I’ll be hurt or not, Rill. You have to take a chance.” Katie didn’t know why she whispered, but for the charged, hushed atmosphere that surrounded them. Beams of sunlight danced across Rill’s T-shirt and his face. A robin twittered and trees rustled in the breeze. They might have been the only two humans on the planet, as focused as she was on him. Rill pressed the damp tip of his forefinger against her lower lip.
“This doesn’t feel like taking a chance or making a choice. It feels like a compulsion ... an addiction,” he said quietly. His gaze flickered from where it’d been fixed on her mouth to meet her stare. “Did Everett warn you to stay away from me?”
She swallowed. “Not . . . not like that. Not so harshly.”
“So he knows,” he said grimly. “He did tell you it was unwise to get involved with me, didn’t he?”
Katie nodded once hesitantly.
“He’s right. I’m no good for you. You deserve better.”
She took his hand and kissed a knuckle. “I don’t want whatever you think is better,” she whispered. She placed her opened hand directly on the bulge below the fly of his jeans. “I want you, Rill.”
He said n
othing, but she felt the tension that leapt into his body at her touch. She traced the contours of him, the fullness of his testicles, the shaft of his cock, which rode along his left pant leg. She glanced up and held his gaze before she leaned forward and opened her mouth. He made a low hissing sound when she bit carefully through denim at the thick head of his penis. A thrill went through her when she felt him stiffen beneath her lips. His hand opened and closed on the hair band at her nape. He tugged gently. She moaned as her mouth shifted upward, using her lips to nibble and caress his cock.
“You never did know when to keep your mouth shut, Katie,” he said hoarsely.
Sixteen
Katie smiled against his penis. She couldn’t help it. The edge of desperation in his voice had pleased her. He began to open his button fly with his free hand. Katie lifted her head and helped him. She immediately stuck her hand through the opening of his jeans, eager as a child for candy.
“Let me,” he said.
She watched as he merely lowered his jeans an inch or two. He reached inside a pair of white cotton boxer briefs. Before he could pull his cock over the waistband, however, Katie impulsively widened the slit in the boxer briefs. He grunted, but Katie couldn’t tell if it was in amusement or arousal. Either way, he followed her lead, allowing her to poke her fingers through the hole and find the tapered, smooth head of his penis. She laced his cock through the slit of cotton. His erection was so thick she had to work the fabric back until the majority of the shaft protruded for her consumption.
It made a decadent sight. His penis was large and firm. The head was heavy enough that it didn’t typically stick out at a sharp angle from his body when he was erect. With cloth bunched up around the base, however, it was displayed ideally. Katie took a moment to enjoy the erotic sight—inches and inches of dusky, tumescent flesh. The head made her mouth water. It flared from the straight shaft into a thick rim and then tapered to the tip. She’d already learned how delicious that delineated rim felt beneath her tongue.
He was so beautiful that she looked up at him, blinking in the dappled sunlight. She smiled. His eyelids narrowed on her face. His expression went grim before he tightened his hold on her ponytail and lifted his cock to her mouth. She moaned around his flesh as he slid it along her tongue.
“How can you look at me like that?” he muttered. “You make me burn, Katie.”
She was vaguely confused by his accusation until she realized he’d meant her look had been what burned him. If the state of his cock was any indication of his meaning, he’d meant her smile had aroused him. She wanted to show him how much he aroused her, in turn. She made a study of the succulent head with a pressing, stiff tongue. He made a sound of protest when she sucked and popped him out of her mouth at once. His hand tensed at the back of her head. Rill wasn’t one to be polite about what he wanted, and she knew that was a good, strong suck, but she had other plans first.
She lifted the shaft of his cock and licked from where he poked out of the cotton all the way to the tip. A ripple of pleasure went through him. Katie sensed his eyes on her as she coaxed those tiny tremors out of him again and again by wetting his cock with her tongue. When he glistened with moisture, and she’d paused to examine a blue, pulsing vein with the tip of her tongue, Rill growled, low and deep, from above her. She hoped it was a warning. He tugged slightly on her ponytail and she lifted her head, blinking in the sunlight.
“Suck,” he demanded.
Katie complied happily. She took him as deep as she could on her first draw and put her hand beneath her lips. He moved closer between her spread thighs. She set a brisk pace, bobbing her head over him, jacking the few inches at the base with her hand. From the sounds of Rill’s grunts of pleasure, the pace and pressure were working for him. Sunlight warmed her closed eyelids. A bird twittered above her, the song striking her as sweet and refreshing in her overheated state. She entered a sublime, focused moment, her awareness utterly on the sensation of Rill’s straining flesh filling her mouth and stretching her clamped lips. The scents of musk and aroused male filled her nose. With every pass of his cock, she worked him deeper and deeper. Her hunger mounted.
Rill cursed from above her. She paused with his cock sunk to midstaff in her mouth. She blinked open her eyelids heavily. He looked down at her with a blazing stare.
“Drop your hand,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. Katie reluctantly dropped her hand, still staring up at him, her lips still stretched wide around his cock. “Put both of your hands in your lap,” he insisted. Her brow wrinkled slightly in confusion, but she did what he asked. He glanced down to her lap. His lips twitched with amusement, but his eyes flashed with heat. She realized she’d placed both her palms faceup in her lap and wondered why that had both amused and aroused him.
His expression grew grim and determined once again, but his hands were gentle enough when he placed them on either side of her head. He held her steady and began to flex his hips, fucking her mouth with several inches of his cock. It was a little intimidating to give him control over such a delicate procedure. But she trusted Rill, and she thought he realized that as he pinned her with his stare and began to thrust into her more forcefully. It excited her, this surrender of control. She could tell by Rill’s intensity and the swelling of his cock that it excited him, as well.
She sucked him as he thrust for all he was worth. Her lips and jaw began to ache, but she didn’t care. Her hunger didn’t dissipate. It grew. Maybe Rill saw the wild excitement in her eyes because his mouth twisted into an anguished snarl.
“I want you to take it all,” he rasped.
Liquid heat seeped from her pussy. Her clit tingled with excitement. When he plunged his cock into her mouth this time, she lifted her chin slightly in his hold and sucked him strongly. The tip of his cock brushed her throat, causing her to flinch, but then he was withdrawing. His cock filled her mouth again. This time the tip entered the opening in her throat. She stilled her gag reflex with effort and drew air in through her nose. Her eyes watered. She opened them into slits. She saw only two inches of unattended shaft beneath her lips. She strained against his hand, but he let out a loud grunt and withdrew with a harsh moan. Her throat ached now along with her lips and jaw, but it was a low-grade pain that added to her excitement.
She felt alive, thrilled . . . downright raunchy, in fact. She’d never experienced anything like Rill’s demanding, dominant nature. Since she’d never known sexual domination in such a focused form, she’d never known how aroused she’d become at the idea of succumbing to it.
“Are you that hungry for it, baby?” She heard the wonder and the thick lust in his tone.