Page 24 of Hollywood King
I shuffled her up and reached between us to cup her pussy and—fuck me—she was so wet, and I bet so delicious. My mouth watered for a taste of her, but no I couldn't. I parted her slick skin and delved my middle finger inside of her gently. She jerked against me, but then settled as I slowly worked in my index finger.
I'd remember that sigh until the day I departed this Earth and descended to hell.
I added my thumb to put pressure on her clit. Holding it there so she could work her body around it at the tempo to set her off. She didn't disappoint me. I held her tight as she ground herself on my hand, riding my fingers like I wanted her to ride my cock.
"That's it, Baby, take what you need."
She whimpered and clutched her hands around my neck tighter. My arm started to shake, but I'd rather cut the thing off before stopping her, breaking this moment.
"Tell me when you're about to come, Cathy. Tell me, or I'll spank you again," I ground out.
She continued riding me, her breath coming out faster and harder. And then she groaned a breathy, "Now."
I dug my ring finger in with the others, and she shuttered in my arms, against my hand. I simply held on until she came back to herself. And when she finished, I pulled out of her body gently and dug around in a door side pocket for a package of wet wipes I kept there.
She gave me a quizzical look, and I laughed at it. "Make up. Sometimes I don't get it all off when I leave set. It helps to have backups in the car."
She gave me a look that said sure, player, you keep on telling that story.
I pulled one out and gently cleaned her. A distance entered her eyes as I did, and I shook my head. "Don't you dare pull away. I'm not letting you get away again." She didn't say anything, and I realized this Cathy was different than the one I knew.
Cathy from ten years ago would be talking my ear off, challenging me at every turn, yelling, screaming, railing. This Cathy barely showed a blip of emotion as I helped her off my lap and cleaned my hands on a fresh wipe.
When she settled beside me on the seat again, her dress in place, her smeared lipstick washed off, she stared out the window again. "I'm not yours to keep."
"You've been mine since the day we met. And I've been yours for the same amount of time. There is no one else in the world who makes me rage like this."
I turned on the seat to face her, hoping she'd look my way.
She didn’t. "You think that's a good thing? We bring out the animal in each other. Highlight the feral. How is that normal?"
"Who said anything about normal?"
She didn't answer me, only said. "The car stopped."
I looked out the window. We were at her apartment building now. I'd given the address to the driver earlier, and he'd taken a picture so I knew what it looked like. Not that I hadn't wanted to hunt her down every day for the last ten years...but I wanted her to meet me half way.
She made to open the door, and I bit out, "Wait."
I exited the car, came around, and opened her door for her. She climbed out and leveled me a chilly glare. "I can open my own door."
"But why should you when it's my privilege to care for you?"
Her forehead wrinkled in that adorable way, the same way it had for 28 years, and the sight of something I recognized soothed me.
I leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek. "I'll see you soon." A fucking promise.
"Goodbye, Heath."
She skirted around me toward her door, and I waited and watched until she slipped inside. Then climbed back in the car and told the driver to take me home. It still smelled like her, and I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes
As the driver pulled away, it felt like my heart stayed behind, tethered to Cathy's. She could keep it for now. I'd be back to take it and finally claim hers.
My phone vibrated hard in my pocket, and I pulled it out. Fucking Hindley. I answered trying not to snarl. "What do you want, Brother?"
Okay, it was a low blow. I knew he hated me even implying a relation to him.
"We need to talk,Heath," he emphasized. In that tone, it sounded more like bastard.
