“Come closer if you’re gonna try again,” I say. “We can’t sound like we’re shouting at each other from across the room.”
She walks over to me, her long dress flowing around her legs. It’s sleeveless and crisscrosses in the back, made of something flowy and stretchy and soft. I curl my hands into the comforter behind me so I don’t grab it.
Which is the right thing to do, because when she stands in front of me, she rests her hands on my knees, fingertips tapping a light dance that sends sparks through my brain.
“Let’s hear it again,” I say, voice soft, and she closes her eyes again.
“Ohhh?”
“Better,” I say, and swallow against a mouth that’s suddenly dry. “Again.”
“Ohhhhh.”
I sit up straight and reach for her, put a hand around her back, pull her in between my knees. The bed is pretty high, and standing, she’s only a couple inches taller than me, my eyeline at her throat.
“Louder,” I say. I’m raspier than usual. “Let them hear it.”
“Ohhhh!”
Now her hands are gripping my thighs above my knees.
“More. Like you’re begging me.”
It slips out, and the moment it does I’m expecting her to shove me away and roll her eyes, inform me that she’ll do no such thing as beg.
“Ohhhhh,” she gets out instead, her head slightly back and her eyes still closed. A desperate sound with a raw, pleading edge, wild and ragged.
I lick the hollow of her throat. She makes another sound, a barely-audible groan that goes straight to my dick. I’d tease her for it but my mouth is too busy on her neck, tongue tracing up the tendons of her throat, finding the spot right below her jaw.
“Again,” I say against her skin. “Please.”
Kat swallows, the muscles moving below my lips. My teeth scrape her skin, and I lick the hurt away.
“You moan,” she says, and she’d sound annoyed if she wasn’t breathless.
I laugh against the side of her neck, her body against mine now, her hands on my thighs inches from the erection I’m not bothering to fight.
“So you can hear how it’s done?”
“So you quit giving me notes on my fake sex noises,” she says, and there’s her pulse under my tongue. I press harder, feeling the thrum.
Then I take a deep breath and groan as loud as I can, closing my eyes and trying to channel every porno I’ve ever watched. The sound comes out desperate and raw, a rough low edge to it that I didn’t intend.
Kat’s skin pebbles into goosebumps. Without thinking, I lick it back down, curling my tongue over those tiny raised hairs. Now her hand is around the back of my neck. Her breath hitches.
“You like that?” I ask, voice low.
“Yes,” she murmurs.
“Louder, for fuck’s—”
“YES,” she shouts, her head thrown back, the word echoing around the room. “Yes, fuck, I like that—”
And then I’m on my feet, hauling her backward until she’s pushed against the shared wall with a thump. She looks up at me through eyelashes and glasses, lips parted, half challenge and half invitation as we press together. Her knee goes between my legs and her thigh brushes my already-hard cock, and I don’t do anything but kiss her.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I say when I pull away, loud enough to be heard.
Kat clears her throat, our faces nearly touching.