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  Naturally, I’d reciprocate. Every night. Except Kathryn is much more into penetration than oral. Can’t fault her for great taste.

  Speaking of which, perhaps it’s time to take care of that need too.

  “Are you wet for me, Katie?” I keep my voice level, my chin resting against my hand as my elbow digs into the arm of the chair. “Because I need to be inside of you.”

  Her tongue slowly travels up the side of my shaft. Precum glistens from the head of my cock. I’m slick, red, and swollen, but the rest of me feels perfectly fine. I can wait. Or I could come right now. What is the fun in instant gratification?

  I have plans. I have chips to cash in. I can go twice, sure, but I want to eat my supper all at once. Not have to go back for seconds.

  “You’re already inside of me,” she coos.

  “Cheeky. I like it.” I lean forward, tilting her head back with a simple motion of my hand. “Not as much as I like making you moan with nothing more than my cock.”

  “If you think you’re only using your cock, sir,” oooh, don’t I love that word, “then I have some news for you. It’s a full-body experience.”

  “You’d like to have it, wouldn’t you.”

  She reaches between her thighs and strokes herself. Whatever slickness she’s accumulated on her fingertips goes to the head of my cock. That’s not only precum there now. “I want whatever you want, Mr. Mathers.”

  “I want to sheath my cock in your hot cunt.”

  Kathryn stands up, knee cocked against the left arm of the chair. I can smell her from here. Her arousal, that is. The most intoxicating scent you’ve ever experienced, not that I want you to have the honor. It’s mine. For me. Only me. Like this thing in my lap is only for her.

  Knowing that we’re each other’s one and onlys makes this former playboy hard. If you ever saw my girlfriend naked, let alone had her pussy in your face, you’d understand.

  She pulls aside her lingerie and hovers above my cock. “It’s right here.”

  “I can see that.” Smell it. Touch it, too, with a flick of my wrist and an extension of my finger. It doesn’t take much for my girl to get wet enough for sex. Not with me, anyway. Yet as hot as it would be to let her ride me in this chair and come inside her with both of her legs around my waist… nah. It’s not what I imagined. “Not here, babe. Go get on the bed and show me what I get.”

  I do love a good show. Kathryn knows how to put on a great one.

  She bends over the bed, ass teasing me with its little shakes as one knee after the other climbs up. Her spread legs give her the balance necessary to bend her chest and shoulders down, making her covered pussy more prominent. Thank the heavens I had my eyesight corrected a few years ago. Thanks to modern medicine I can enjoy her burying a finger beneath her lingerie and displaying the wet, swollen pink lips that call my name.

  “Point made.” I get up. As soon as I take a step forward, ripping off my shirt and pushing down my trousers far enough to give my hips enough room to thrust, I know I’m a goner. She’s managed to seduce me yet again. In fact, she’s still seducing me. When Kathryn sits up to watch me come closer, one of her breasts pops out of her bra. Enough for me to see her nipple hardening more with every step of my approach. “Brace yourself.” I roll her over, a pitiful yelp delighting my ears. Both breasts pop out now. Not a very good bra, is it? I should lower my head and inspect with my mouth. “I’m not going easy on any part of you.”

  I have to control my reaction to sheathing myself inside of her. She can’t see how much I need her. She, however, can show me how much she needs me all she wants. I encourage it. So when she whines, groans, and hardens beneath my sucking lips, I know I’m doing it right. She’s doing it right, too. Or so those tightening kegels tell me as I thrust my cock in as far as it can go.

  For fuck’s sake, if I tilt her ass up, I can get deeper. She makes it so easy.

  “Yes…” she whispers, as I begin to rock inside of her. Heat envelopes me. Her tightening cunt teases me until I can barely stand it. I’ve been in Kathryn for five seconds and she already feels like she’s about to come. “Damnit, I missed you too.”

  My mouth roams from her nipple to her lips. “So much that I get whatever I want, right?”

  She giggles. “Any part of me you want.”

  She has to know what I’m thinking. Gives me hope that maybe we’re on the same page.

  First, I’m going to bring myself to the edge. Fuck her until I’m overwhelmed with the need to come. Then I’m going to pull out and use every bit of my willpower to wait out the sensation and start over again. Because I’ve got other places I want to fuck before my first orgasm kills me.

  Kathryn’s not going to make it easy. She comes, even though I’ve told her not to. Her nails dig into my chest as I fuck her. She grabs the end of the bed to hold herself in place, because I’ve decided to fuck her harder, faster, challenging myself to not come even though her muscles are milking every inch of me in a desperate bid to get my seed. Her cries of orgasm almost finish me off, because what man can stand to hear a hot woman climaxing and not wanna climax alongside her? It’s basic biology. Woman comes, man throws a party and empties his brains and loins into her. Rinse, repeat, grow old happy and well-hung.

  No, no, willpower, Ian! Use your fucking willpower to avoid ending this party early! It won’t be the same if you come now and have to start over again. Because Kathryn always makes me come so hard that I’m rarely still hard enough to keep going afterward. Shit. No wonder she comes so easily and so often. I’m jealous.

  “Please,” she whimpers at the tail-end of another orgasm. “Come in me. I wanna feel it.”

  I stop, digging my cock inside her deepest crevices, fisting hair in my hands and biting her earlobe. “You’d like that? Me coming in you?”

  “Yes!”

  It’s either now or never. I pull out, my cock gleaming in Kathryn..

  I flip her over again and hike her hips up into the air. That same liquid drips down her thighs, her orgasm making her so wet I feel crazy for not immediately shoving my cock back in there and grabbing her bra for leverage.

  Instead, I shove my fingers inside her, gathering as much of that slickness as I can while her inner walls contract again.

  Even though I’m sure she knows what’s coming, nothing really prepares her for my cock taking her ass.

  Chapter 12

  KATHRYN

  I knew it. Nearly two years together? I’m going to know when I throw a whatever you want bone that my boyfriend is probably going to stick it in my ass.

  Which is funny, since neither of us are the biggest fans of anal.

  Does that surprise you about him? Because we women are told all sorts of weird stuff about men and their eagerness to stick their dicks in women’s asses. Heaven knows I’ve met my fair share of male partners who acted like it was sent from the divines directly. Don’t get me wrong – my boyfriend has made it clear that he enjoys a backdoor swing every now and again. But he gets it’s not the most pleasurable thing for those of us without prostates and is usually the happiest man in the world when he gets any other hole in my body.

  Yet! I knew he was going for my ass long before he lubed us up and slipped his dick against my cheeks. Because it’s a trust exercise more than it’s pain vs. pleasure.

  Anal was one of the last things we did together as a couple – and if you’re thinking I’ve never tickled his pucker, you’re not paying attention to the kind of life we live together. It was also unexpectedly good, since I can’t say I’ve ever orgasmed from anal before Ian. Maybe it helps that he knows how to keep talking dirty the way I like. Or he knows the importance of maintaining clitoral stimulation or, even better, doubling up with his fingers or a sex toy in my pussy to keep that party going. He also knows how to tug on my hair enough that my nipples make love to the bed beneath us, sending sparks of absolute wonder through my body. Mostly, it’s probably because he doesn’t jam it in there and make me feel like I’m dyin
g. Not in the fun way, mind.

  “Good,” he whispers in my ear. “Relax, babe. That’s it. Does it feel good?”

  I sink against the mattress, head soon meeting the pillow, which I mangle with my curling fingers. Yes. Should I tell him that it feels good? Might go to his two heads if I admit that. Because it doesn’t feel good due to the sensation itself, although I’m certainly relaxed and lubed up enough to take him with little discomfort. Sweet, merciful…

  “You tell me.” My arms encircle my pillow. “You’re the one with his dick in the tightest spot in my body.”

  His purr culminates in an enthralling grin that intoxicates me the moment it hits my brain. “I sure am. I’m gonna fuck it. Now.”

  This is one of those things you have to take. When the hottest man you know has your favorite cock making love to your ass, you lie and take it. Because the position demands it. Because you’re dying to surrender every second of your self-control over to him. Because, even though you know it shouldn’t, it does feel good.

  I get off from the veins showing in his hands as he braces against the bed and powers his strength through his muscular limbs. Ian is not the buffest boy you’ve seen hanging out at the gym, but he plays enough sports to keep him toned and fit. The man is in his damn prime, and I’m the one reaping the benefits every time he surges forward, stamina unwavering and breath carefully controlled. I have no idea if it’s my body tightening around his cock or his cock swelling with the need to come, but I do know how this is going to end.

  I just don’t know when.

  “This is your reward, you know.” Save me from this tone in his voice, because I can’t take it! “For being the best woman a man could ask to have.”

  He tongues my ear, my head falling to the side as my eyes clamp closed and my mouth emits these tiny squeaks I can’t contain. A light spank hits my ass, forcing it to squeeze his cock even tighter. He’s all the way in now, his gentle thrusts increasing in speed, power, opening me up to him as my body draws him forward.

  “What kind of woman?”

  I love it when he props me up. Emotionally. Logically. Hell, professionally. What woman doesn’t want her man talking about how great she is – and why she’s great? Even if he’s balls deep in your ass and getting ready to pound you until he comes in it?

  He tells me exactly what I want to hear. “The woman I’m going to keep making mine over and over again until we’re not in this world anymore. I’m not ever going to let you forget that you belong to me.”

  It’s a reflex, I swear. My body clinging to him is a total reflex and not an intentional reply that says, “You also belong to me, in case you missed it.”

  “Ready?”

  I grin against my pillow. “Born ready for a man like you.”

  He slams forward, fucking me with the full brunt of his body.

  I could only enjoy this with a man I completely, utterly trusted with my heart and body. The way his hand holds down the small of my back and his hips thrust against my thighs makes me want to cry out in my undying approval. Ian gets me. He needs me, like I need him. He loves me so much he’s willing to make concession after concession in our relationship. Me? I know I’m a wreck, that I’ve been tainted by bad experiences and the shitty stories I’ve heard in both aspects of my life. This side of myself? The “Katie” my boyfriend has thus named in our time together? He’s the only one in the world who gets to see it. I know he’s not going to mock me, sell me out, or leave me because he thinks my ethics are silly or because he only sees me as a hot body to fuck. In return, I know I’m the only one who gets to hear that groan growing from his chest as he’s about to come. He’s admitted he didn’t make that sound until we hooked up.

  That kind of knowledge does things to a woman. Like make her beg to have her ass fucked.

  “Come for me,” I whimper into the palm of his hand. That’s all I say, and it reflects my honest desires. I want to feel him come inside me. Want him to have me however he wants, to put his mark all over me, to show the whole world that even if we don’t have a piece of paper that we’ll always have each other – and only each other.

  “I will if you will.” His other hand reaches between my legs and quickly finds my clit. “You first.”

  I know, I know. It’s better if he comes while I’m coming and killing him in the process. The game’s the same every time.

  You’re insane if you think it takes more than a few seconds of this before my body’s shuddering in orgasm, the rest of me reacting before my brain fully comprehends what I’m doing. My pussy vainly attempts to find some part of my boyfriend to fuck while the rest of me begs for this release to stay as long as possible. I’m barely two seconds into this mess before Ian follows me, his cock filling me in more ways than one as he slams against my body and groans in my ear.

  His cock is still dripping when he pulls out. I’m too worn-out to move or ask for anything. Yet Ian’s a mind reader who knows I want his fingers in my pussy, slowly fucking me to one last orgasm.

  Honestly, he wants to see his cum spill out of my ass, but I don’t care. Sounds hot to me!

  “Best way to celebrate not being sick anymore.” The bed bounces as Ian flops down beside me. I’m still too tired to move, but luckily I’ve got a boyfriend who likes to snuggle up to me after sex. “You’re amazing.”

  He kisses my cheek. It’s so hilariously gentle compared to the pounding my ass took, but that sums up our relationship pretty well. “Yup.” I roll back into his embrace. “I sure am. Took one for the team, and now all of Japan thinks we’re married.”

  Ian’s hand takes mine beneath my breasts. His hesitance tells me what he’s going to say before it comes out of his mouth. “We could let the rest of the world think that too, Mrs. Mathers.”

  I’m in a good enough mood to humor him. “If there’s any question that your ass is also mine, then I’ve got some explaining to do.”

  “Now I know you didn’t bring a strap-on.”

  “I could, you know. Could pick one up on the way home.”

  He shudders. “I’m sure you could.”

  “My birthday will be here before you know it.”

  “It sure will be.”

  “Tell you what.” I pull him down atop me for a kiss. “Day you let me fuck your ass marks when I propose to you.”

  “This is a really weird arrangement.” He kisses me back. “Think I like it.”

  Ah, yes, the democratic relationship between two dominant personalities. Always ends with both of us getting fucked in the ass. Oh, well. That means more showers together afterward. I love any reason to wash my man’s body under a stream of hot water so I can get him hard again. God only knows what we’ll do after that.

  ***

  We are so ready to get our fucked asses home.

  I’m sure Tokyo is a wonderful city, but America calls, and I am looking forward to getting some damn sleep in my own time zone. I was supposed to be home days ago. Know how many meetings for my charities I’ve had to move around? I swear to God, if Victoria Nicholson blows up my phone one more time…

  Right. Gonna turn off my phone until we’re up in the air, because I don’t need this stress right now.

  Ian, Valerie and I sit in the posh waiting area of Narita Airport’s private aircraft wing. Our pilot and the flight attendants are doing the final checks of the Mathers’ plane before we’re allowed to board. Valerie has been complaining of nausea and swollen feet like she’s well into her third trimester. I also daresay she has more shopping bags to get home than I do. Then again, she has a toddler son to buy a ton of Japanese toys for. (I saw so many Japanese language learning materials get on the plane that I hope Little Boy Capetti is looking forward to his future in kanji.)

  I absolutely do not anticipate the arrival of a fourth person. I’m even more shocked to see Junri standing with a suitcase and a nod to Ian, who has apparently anticipated her presence.

  “What’s this?” I ask. Another woman – the one who answered Jun
ri’s bedroom door when I went to find her a week ago – approaches and hands Junri another bag. Their height disparity would be adorable if it weren’t for my confusion clouding my ability to find these types of situations cute. “She coming with us?”

  “My father and her uncle requested it. Thought I told you?”

  “No.” I don’t have a problem with Junri tagging along on our flight, but it would’ve been nice for someone to tell me about it first. “Business meeting?”

  “My family is sending me to oversee the next phase of our business matters, yes,” Junri says, angular face pointed in my direction. When a flight attendant appears to tell us to board, Junri turns and kisses the other woman on the cheek. The shorter woman who has an affinity for sending foreign women to gay bars gives me a trollish look before showing herself out. “My girlfriend,” Junri then explains with no fuss.

  “But… you were with…” I shut my mouth, but the question is already out there. Did I, or did I not, interrupt a date the other night? Wow. What a two-timing…

  “My family is very Western, yes?” Junri rolls her bag toward the glass door leading to the tarmac. “I hear the poly thing is popular in America.”

  The flight attendant shows Junri and Valerie toward the plane. Ian and I stay behind, partly because I’m gobsmacked. “Remember that, hon,” Ian says, briefcase slung over his shoulder in true Japanese fashion. “Polyamory is big in America.”

  I don’t care how much he waggles his eyebrows. We’re not having a threesome. Well, maybe with another man…

  My phone is back on as we meander toward the plane, the late Japanese afternoon promising we’ll get home around the same time as right now, if my brain and body can handle it. “I’ve gotta tell Eva this bullshit.”

  “You don’t have to tell the resident big ol’ lesbian about every woman coming to crash her turf.”