My Favorite Distraction (Distraction #1) (25 page)

That was it. He rolled off of me, adjusting himself, removing his condom. I lay there for a brief moment thinking about how this was
my
fantasy and he was a complete, climax withholding asshole. I rolled over standing up slowly, my legs feeling weak.  I smoothed my dress down, tried to control my bubbling anger and stomped away. I was beyond mad, beyond furious. I stalked to the Jeep without a word. He was so busy feeling wonderful, talking about what a rush that was. He didn’t see me leave.

I had planned that Mike would come get my car so that Jason and I could drive back together. Now I wished I hadn’t done that
. I wanted to be alone, wanted to cry and throw things. I climbed into his Jeep and sat and waited for him to emerge. I think he thought I left because I watched him with his hand on his neck, rubbing hard. Then he ran a hand through his hair while he paced, head down, and then finally he jogged for the Jeep. He jumped in and glanced at me, surprised.  He settled back in his seat quietly.  His hand was fumbling to put the keys in the ignition. Irritated, I turned away and glared out my window. My arms crossed over my stomach, and silently I wished I was anywhere but here.

“Sorry about that…I kind of got carried away.”
It came out in a whisper. I pictured biting his ear off I was so mad. I bit my tongue, knowing how my words have always gotten me in more trouble. What I felt for him was only hatred, but he didn’t deserve to hear anything from me.

“Take me home to my apartment
.” My voice was laced with anger. I felt his hand on my arm, and I jerked away. That one touch caused me to break my angry silence. “You are the same as everyone else. You just take what you want from me. It is my fault. I thought you were different…special.” I squeezed my arms tighter around my body wishing I had brought a sweatshirt to cover myself.

“Shit
, Katarina, I am sorry I lost control. I couldn’t…stop myself.”

“I was so close
, and you just came without me. You’re a selfish asshole.”

He started to laugh
, and I looked over, surprised by the sound, my blood boiling, my gaze becoming fuzzy.

“You’re laughing?
Fuck you!
”

This
only made him laugh harder. “The princess can curse.”

I was going to walk home
. I began opening the door, and he reached over and grabbed my arm.

“
I just thought…I was rough, really rough and I thought you were furious because of that.  The way I treated you.”  He laughed again and I heard relief this time. “You’re upset because you didn’t finish?” He raised his eyebrows. “I would love to make that right.” I glared at him, and he offered a gentle smile.

“I changed my mind
, don’t want to anymore, not with you. Please take me home.” I closed my door and continued my pouting out the window.

“I want to make this good
. I really am sorry. I would do anything.”

I turned and
peered at him and stared straight into his eyes. He was more serious now, and I battled with myself. My mind was telling me to run from him, but my sexually pissed-off body was saying, “Please let him touch you.”

“O
K, I want to…have a happy ending.”

A large sexy smile moved over his face
and he made a move toward me.

“No
, I don’t want you to use your mouth or your hands. I want to feel you inside when I climax. I want you to have my smell on you.”

His face grew tense.

“Can you make yourself hard again?” He just nodded.

“Take off your clothes
. I want to feel your skin on mine.” I was serious, not playful at all. He did what I asked and then took a condom from his pocket. “You won’t need that. You aren’t going to finish. This is just for me.”

Jason
raised his eyebrows and set down the condom. I stood up as much as I could to take my dress off. I took off my bra and panties too. He scooted his seat back as far as it would go. I watched him reach up and remove his steering wheel with the push of a button. I left my garter belt on, attached to my stockings. They didn’t bother me either way. I watched Jason look at me in a haze. I moved in front of him and knelt down. I took his penis in my mouth, and he didn’t move. I licked it all over, no pattern; I just wanted all his come off. I wanted him clean. I tasted a little pre-come and looked into Jason’s eyes. I used my finger and traced the line of skin under his scrotum to his back hole. I watched him shudder at the feeling.

“How about a butt plug for you?”

“No.” His answer was firm. This amused me.

“I am sure you could borrow mine
. It’s a one-size-fits-all kind of thing.”

He wasn’t smiling
now. He looked agitated.

“I’m just saying, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

He half smiled. I pulled away from his member and blew on it so he was nice and dry. He just watched me with a questioning look.

“I want you dry so I feel all of you…I want friction.”

I stood and straddled his legs.  I looked in his eyes before I grabbed his penis.  I held his stare as I guided him into me, inch by inch by inch, his eyes rolled back into his head. I sat on his lap when he was deep inside me.  It felt gloriously exquisite and I moaned in appreciation. I clamped my muscles around him and felt him throb inside of me. I opened my eyes and focused on his face as I rubbed my breast into his chest, my nipples grazing his skin. It felt like my nipples were getting the scratch that they so desperately needed.

I leaned over and kissed his ear and whispered
, “Mr. Riggs, you feel delicious inside me.” I licked him, my tongue trailing down his ear along his jawline. I took my time licking and wet kissing his large Adam’s apple. I moved to the other side of his face and began dragging my teeth across his ear before whispering again. “You taste so good. I can’t get enough of it.”

I began rocking my hips forward and back
, the brush of my clit against his hot skin driving me wild. He didn’t touch me at all. I leaned my mouth in to kiss him. His lips were soft and wet. I loved the way his mouth tasted. He kissed long and tender, like he was pouring love into every kiss. The sounds of my moaning filled the Jeep, as I moved at a more rapid pace on him, but I couldn’t seem to let go. I was close, so frustratingly close, too many times, but I couldn’t climax.

“I can’t finish…I don’t know why, but I can’t finish. I am so insanely horny
, and I can’t orgasm.” My voice came out whiny and I was on the verge of tears.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear through gritted teeth
, “You’re going to come.”

H
e pushed me back slightly and began kissing my breast, tracing flames around the nipples. He was taking his sweet time licking and sucking, refusing to give in to the easy frenzy. He was going slow, loving my body. His sure hands began their torture on my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, pinching and playing. I felt my pussy clench around his cock at the connections he was making with my body with his hands only. I heard his breathing increase and groans escape his lips.

“I feel your pussy squeez
ing me.
Shit,
you’re so tight.”

He lifted me up and held my bottom just above him
, and then he drove his cock in and out of me with force, his fingers digging into my hips with each purpose filled thrust.  Heavy panting filled the Jeep. I was losing my mind in every tiny action: my tender nipples brushing against his hard chest, the sweat dripping between us, and the feel of his skin beneath my fingernails. I was completely consumed by this man. He bit my ear and that little action pushed me over the edge and I climaxed. He stilled for a second and then began working fast beneath me, my aftershocks creating more pleasure. My eyes rolled back in my head, and a gratifying moan escaped my lips. My toes tingled; my fingers dug into his shoulders. He stopped, and I nuzzled my nose in his neck and kissed him. I was happy and relaxed for the first time in days, and then I heard his nervous voice.

“You need to get off me quick
.”

I l
eaned back and glanced into his concerned eyes.

“I could suck you off
, or…you can ejaculate all over me.” I didn’t move. I waited for instruction.

“What do you want?”
He appeared strained.

“I want your c
ome all over me. I want to rub it in.” The thought of his pleasure all over me was exciting, the visual sight of all his enjoyment and bliss for me, tangible enough to touch and rub it. I wanted that.

I didn’t even finish before he lifted me and set me on the backseat. I la
y down on my back and spread my legs. Through the window, the moonlight lit up my body. My face was in the dark. Jason’s hungry eyes grazed my body, slowly and affectionately.

“You were my wet dream for many years
, Katie, a hot girl in the backseat, her hair spread all over, her legs open for me. My fucking wet dream.” He looked at me with wonder. I was feeling more playful now.

“Shut up and c
ome all over my body. Claim every inch of me, Mr. Riggs.” I licked my lips slowly and flashed him a fuck me smile. He closed his eyes and whispered something. Then he was all business.

Jason
moved over me, positioning himself between my open legs. He started slowly, enjoying himself, and then it was almost like he couldn’t stand it anymore and began moving faster. I studied his face. I could see it changing. I reached up and began touching my nipples, pulling and pinching them. He pulled out of me, began stroking himself, and came within seconds yelling curse words. It was hot and thick and sticky, and I rubbed it all over my body. He eyed me, still in a sex haze, as I moved it over my breasts and stomach, using my fingers to draw circles over my hard nipples, then sliding it over my thighs and back up to my hips. I savored every look in his face, the passion in his eyes. He swallowed slowly and inhaled. Then, just because he was watching, I put my fingers in my mouth one by one, making a slurping sound.

“
You taste good.”

“You are so fucking perfect. I love all of it.” His eyes were
suddenly calm, and I felt his peace.

Jason
put his pants back on and draped his shirt over me. Before I could put his large shirt on, he was driving down the long driveway. I moved to the front seat and I buckled up.  He shot me a great big smile.

“I like my new shirt on you.”

I grinned at his sweet comment. It was quiet for a while, and then he began talking again.

“So that was Red
’s club, huh?”

“I knew he was out of town on business
, and I also knew he had great taste. Heather was excited that I asked for her help.”

I could tell he wanted to ask something but remained quiet
. I waited it out, and then he finally spoke.

“So do you forgive him?”

I was surprised by his question and took my time thinking about it before I spoke.

“I think he cared for me, loved me
. His feelings were confused. Jared was a boy when he did what he did to me. I don’t trust him now, probably never will, but he was there for me, watched out for me. Ultimately Jason, Jared was like everyone else in my life.  He wanted something from me and took it. I was already numb inside before that and,” I waited until he looked at me. “We both know I really don’t feel pain, like other people.  So, I forgive, but that night is something I will never forget. It changed the person I was.”

I could tell he didn’t agree with me, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I don’t know, Jason. Sometimes it’s just harder to hate and easier to be indifferent.” He drove, no longer giving me sideways glances and I knew he was taking it all in. “Heather said she wants us to go out with them. I am going to leave that up to you.”

H
is continued silence was bothersome.

“So how was your man trip?”

He laughed, amused at the way I asked about the retreat. “I took lots of pictures. Jonah and Jerry found it entertaining the way I kept reaching for my camera.”

My heart picked up its pace and I instantly grew
warm inside because he took his camera.  I was beaming at him. “I find it cute, all the
J
names. I am not sure if Jackson told you about the laughing fit I had when I first figured it out.”

“Yeah, it’s funny. I guess I am just used to it.” He continued to talk about the hikes and fishing in the lakes. I listened and laughed at the funny stories he told about his brothers-in-law. I couldn’t get enough of listening to him talk. We pulled in front of the gate leading to his house.

“Stop
, and I’ll drive my car down to the house.”

He stopped and
jogged around the Jeep. He scooped me up and carried me. I had no shoes, and my stockings were torn. My feet were very tender. I felt him cop a feel of my bottom when he set me down in my seat, and I giggled. I followed him down the driveway, and he opened his garage for me to park my car. Bo was out the door to greet us.