My Mind's Eye (Pub Fiction #1) (34 page)

“Fuck, baby, take me in your mouth now,” he demanded in the gravelly voice I’ve come to term in my mind as the ‘I’m gonna come soon’ signal. Glancing up at him, I moved a bit higher on my knees, pulled my hands behind my back, arched it so my tits were on display, before I began rubbing my face along his hard cock, teasing and tormenting him with little flicks and licks of my tongue. “Jesus Christ, Kat. I’m gonna embarrass myself soon if you don’t put that fucking sexy-ass mouth of yours around my cock,” Ryker groaned, his tone dripping impatience. I love when he’s at my mercy like that.

Deciding to play nice, I pushed my chest out to rub his exposed legs as I slowly slid his smooth, hard cock into my mouth. “God, ohhhh shit, yeah.” He said, as I looked up and caught Ryker’s eyes before I begun to swirl my tongue around the head of his hardness, lapping, quickening my pace before I started my hands in on the action, pushing him closer to the edge. As swift as a hurricane, I was pushed back, bouncing onto Ryker’s bed.

“Gotta be in you, sweet girl. You’re fucking teasing me with that mouth and these titties”, he said as he popped each of my nipples into his mouth. “Fuck me, I can’t take it. I need your tight pussy wrapped around me,” he all but growled. “You ready for my cock now, baby?” he asked while trailing his fingers along the lips of my pussy.

“Fuck yes,” I squealed as he pushed two fingers into my core. “Ryker, please!” The next thing I knew, Ryker was thrusting into me, pushing and pumping. Thrusting fucking deep; I swore he was hitting my cervix. “Oh, umm…oh fuck. God, yeah, yeah.” I chanted. With Ryker increasing his pace, it wasn’t long before I was a quivering mess under the man I love.

Ryker pinned my hands above my head while slowing. “Kat,” he murmured in my ear, then he stopped moving, becoming dead serious. “Kat, I need you to look at me.” I stilled my hips and looked to find him staring at me, his honeybutter eyes intense as he was still inside me. “Hot girl,”—he cleared his throat—“I need you to know something, baby.” My nose started to twitch as my tears threatened, in preparation of the moment I knew we were about to have. Skimming my nose with his, giving me an Eskimo kiss, he pulled back again, looked deep into my eyes before uttering the words I knew without a doubt meant he loved me. “Kat, I’d like you to come home with me and meet my mom this weekend.” I couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. I was laughing because this crazy alpha man was buried inside me while he brought up his mother, all the while confirming for me that my love was, indeed, reciprocated.

Later that night, I laid in Ryker’s cocoon with his muscular arms wrapped tightly around me from behind. While nestling in for the night, he whispered ever so softly into my ear, “I love you with my mind’s eye and my heart’s soul, Kat Rollins. Now go to sleep before I have you ride my cock that you’ve just stirred to life with that fine ass of yours rubbing on it.”

“Ryker!”

I can’t help but laugh every time I think back on that day. Ryker never ceases to amaze me.

After saying bye to Claire, I make my way back to our bedroom, positioning my purple and black armchair in the middle of the floor. I check that my song is in queue, and then, taking a deep breath, I sit on the edge of the bed and wait.

Twenty-five minutes later, I hear the door click open.

Ryker.

Chapter 63

Ryker

M
aking quick work of the door, I expect to find Kat ready on the other side. I’m actually a few minutes late and our reservation is for 7:30 p.m. at
August 8.
I half expect her to sass me about my tardiness, especially since I sent her a little reminder text to be ready at seven sharp. She’s nowhere to be found.

“Kat, I’m home, baby. We’d better get going or we’re gonna be late,” I call, making my way further inside the house. She’s not in the kitchen or living room. My heart rate begins to increase as I race up the stairs, feeling the protective instinct that seems to have taken up residence ever since Valentine’s Day. “Kat!” I shout a bit louder this time.

Reaching our door, I take a deep breath, calming myself before I go in. The last thing I want her to see is how worried I am or to even know I was worrying. With my luck, Kat would most likely take to calling me the ‘worry wart.’ We know Seth is long gone, and we honestly have nothing to fear. With a renewed clam, armed with a witty comment about her not being ready, I turn the knob, opening the door. Jesus! Nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me. This girl is gonna be the death of me.

“Holy fucking shit.” I stop in my tracks at the vision of my sexy girl.

Here I thought my heart rate was erratic before I opened the bedroom door, but finding Kat waiting for me in our room has my heart rate increasing as well as my skin prickling with wonderment and excitement. Kat isn’t late. No, she’s clearly ready, and by the looks of her, she’s been ready and waiting for me. The moment my eyes land on her, taking her in as she’s sprawled out before me, brings my cock to immediate attention. Clearly my cock is one smart fucker, having received the message of what’s happening before my brain fully registers the scene.

I guess we really do think with the wrong head.

Fuck me, Kat lying across that bloody armchair she loves so much, the same one that just might be my new favourite piece of furniture—well, besides the ottoman I stole from Pub Fiction, which is now a part of our living room.

Legs, which go on for miles, draped over the side with those sexy ‘fuck me’ heels of hers—ah, God, are those garters I see? I gulp, clearly not able to hide my curiosity.

“Hi, I’ve been waiting for you, honeybutter,” she says, almost breathlessly, as she rises from the chair elegant in her motions that I can’t take my eyes off her. Her hair is all wavy, long, and sultry, begging for me to grip it in my hands. It takes everything in my being not to go claim her. Fuck! I’m a lucky bastard. I gasp audibly as I take in what she’s wearing. It’s the sexiest little black dress I’ve ever seen. It hugs my baby in all the right places; sleeveless, exposing a ton of smooth skin, cinched at the waist with a belt, which serves to make me think of unwrapping her like a present. Her tits are spilling out just enough to make me drool, proving to me even more just how much I fucking need this girl as much as my next breath. Fuck, what she does to me.

With a click of the remote, Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud” comes through the speakers, blaring the words that have become infinitely ours. Striding up to stand in front of me, Kat looks me in the eye before giving me one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen. God, my girl is stunning.

“Ryker, would you dance with me?”

Abso-fuckin-lutley.

“If it means touching you, baby, a million men couldn’t keep me away.” I grip her hips, bringing her flush to me as we begin to sway to our song. I can’t help it; I start singing softly into her ear like I have a thousand times before. The words speaking volumes to the way this girl makes me think, feel, live, and best of all, love. I hold her close to me as we move in time to the music. Nuzzling her neck, I whisper over her skin, “God, I love you,” before taking her lips between my teeth and dipping her, before kissing up and down her neck and jawline.

“We found love, baby, right here, you and me,” I end on an overdramatic note before cupping my hands on each side of her gorgeous face and kissing her with all that I am.

Suddenly, ending our kiss, Kat pushes away from me.

“Now, Mr. Eddison, enough of that sweetness. I have a little surprise for you. I’m going to bring you to your knees, big boy. Go sit that fine-ass of yours in the armchair, and under no circumstances are you allowed to get up.” She begins pushing me as I walk backward, while hitting the dim feature of the light remote while passing the bed.

“Oh really? Will this surprise let me see what’cha got on under that sexy-as-fuck dress of yours?” I growl, trying to cop a feel before she pushes me down to the chair.

Paula Cole starts belting out “Feelin’ Love” and I swear I come in my pants as I instantly have an idea of where this is going.

Fuck, Kat.

Chapter 64

Kat

B
acking away from Ryker, who I’ve left sitting in that chair, I can’t help but revel in his gaze heavy with anticipation. I sway my hips suggestively in succession with the music that’s beginning to filter from the speakers. Smiling, I glide my fingertips up and down the sides of my body, stroking my neck and collarbone in time as Ms. Cole quickly gets her groove on about how she’s
feelin’ love
. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I am, and it feels liberating, and oh so fucking right. Ryker Eddison has changed me. Gone is the high-strung girl, and in her place is a woman who knows what she wants, which at this point, is to give her man a show he will never forget.

With that, I turn my back to Ryker and hear his gasp as I slowly raise the hem of my dress, revealing my pink garters. “Kat,” he growls, I turn my head back and offer him a wink as I shake my ass, all the while continuing to pull the hem up more and more. Turning, ever so slowly, I flip my hair around a few times before moving my hands smoothly over my breasts, along my sides, and through my wavy locks. I catch Ryker’s eyes, maintaining contact as I shimmy down low, opening my legs wide and inviting, as I slide my fingertips gently across my inner thighs.

“Kat, I fucking swear to Christ…” With that, he attempts to stand, and I feel a surge of power at his reaction to my performance. I know I’m testing him here, big time, but hell if I’m not loving it.

“Sit down, Ryker,” I command with a smile to my tone “Patience, honey, I’m just getting started, but you’ll get what you want.”

“It’s not what I want, baby. God, it’s what I need. My cock is fucking hard, Kat. Baby, when I get my hands on you, I’m gonna fuck you so deep; you’re going to feel it in your throat.” At his dirty promise, I can’t help but waver a bit and I know Ryker sees it as he grins, knowing he’s affecting me now, too.

As Paula’s lusty voice croons the chorus line over and over, I begin to unclasp the belt to the dress, which has been concealing the pink bustier. At an agonizing pace, I pull the belt loose. After removing it, I twirl it around a few times before dropping it to the floor.

“Fucking hell, Kat.
Jesus, baby,
” is all I hear fall from Ryker’s lips before I resume my swaying, gyrating, and dancing with perfect synchronicity to the sexy lyrics being heard. I strut closer to him, giving him a better view of my outfit, allowing him to see it as well as its sheerness. I pull at my nipples as I dance around him in the chair, leaning in closer at times, taking turns moving my ass and my tits in front of him. I tease him by tugging the back of his hair, running my hands along his jawline. More than once he tries to reach me, causing me to utter out a few “tsk, tsk’s” and “uh-uh’s” as I swat his hands away.

“Kat,” is all he can seem to verbalize as I continue my assault.

I drop onto all fours as the song is proving to be the perfect background noise to up the ante for my performance. I start crawling toward Ryker as he continues to sit in the armchair, showing no emotions on his face, unusually quiet except for his moans, growls, and curses, which are all the signs I need. I can tell my plan is working. He can’t take those beautiful eyes off me. He’s been gripping the chair’s arms, and I’m pretty sure it’s to keep him in his seat.

“Jesus, Kat. Fuck me. You are breathtakingly beautiful. I’m not gonna last much longer over here without you, baby.” It’s an admission that I take pleasure in hearing.

With this plea, I crawl the rest of the way to him. “Take that big cock out for me, Ryker. I need you in my mouth.” With my intention clear, I land between his welcoming legs.

Chapter 65

Ryker

N
ever in my life have I been this hard or this horny. I swear, hearing Kat telling me to whip my cock out almost made me weep like a baby. How the hell did I get this fucking lucky? God, watching her crawling to me on her knees just about undoes me. When she’s finally close enough, she begins rubbing her hands up and down my legs, avoiding my pulsing cock. “Kat, no more teasing,” is all I can seem to muster. Resting on her knees, she arches her back then pushes the front of that sexy-as-sin bustier thing down, giving me access to her perfect tits. Palming them, I slide closer to the edge of the chair to maintain a better position so I can suck her sweet nipples. Fuck me, if the sight of her doesn’t cause my cock to bounce, begging to be tended to. With a smirk, Kat grips me in her hand before swirling her tongue around my tip, lapping up the pool of pre-cum that has been sitting there waiting for her. I hiss, deciding I can’t take it anymore. I need her.

“Kat, stop. I need you to stand up, baby.” She listens, which surprises me, but I think she realizes I’m at my breaking point.

“Legs,” I command. Instantly, Kat wraps her hands around my neck before jumping up to straddle me, wrapping her legs around me tightly. With my hands on her ass, I begin moving her up and down on me, causing friction where we both crave it the most.

“Ryker, please.”

I awkwardly walk us over to the bed as my pants are now pooling at my feet. “I can’t wait any longer, Kat. I need to feel your sweet pussy milking my cock.” I lay her on the bed, then begin the process of removing everything on her that’s standing in my way from feasting on every inch of her delectable body. “My sexy, sweet girl,” I murmur as I lick between her thighs. “I fucking loved that show, baby,” I tell her before licking up to her stomach, stopping to give some much-needed attention to her gorgeous tits. “I love these, baby. I need to fuck ’em again real soon. But there’s no time now. I can’t be sweet, Kat. I need you too fucking much. This is going to be hard and fast, baby. Like I said, you’re going to feel me in your throat,” I say as I lick along her throat before sliding in-between her welcoming folds. “Fuck, Kat. I can feel your heat. God, so fucking hot, so fucking wet. I glance down where we’re connected, marvelling at my cock, loving the glistening sheen of Kat’s juices as they coat me every time I pump in and out. Pulling out, I grip my cock then begin rubbing it up and around her clit, causing her to buck, moan, and curse. Her body is covered in the prettiest pink flush I have ever seen, and the sight is too much. Flipping us to get a better view, I’m completely mesmerized by how amazing this woman feels.