Ruining Hattie, page 16
She turns and goes back to the island, beginning to clean up her meal prep. “I wanted to apologize for last night.” She still hasn’t looked at me.
“Why would you need to apologize?” I step closer to her.
“I practically ambushed you because I was tipsy.”
“I think you may have been drunk.” Another step moves me right behind her with only an inch to spare.
She laughs low, but it’s a nervous laugh. “Maybe. I always thought alcohol must taste terrible, but those coolers were like candy.”
“Don’t try to change the subject, Hattie. We were talking about you wanting me to fuck you last night.” I place my hand on her waist and tug her back, forcing her to feel the turgid length of my cock pressing against my dress pants.
She sucks in a breath but doesn’t say a word.
“Did you mean what you said?”
She nods.
“Words, Hattie.”
“Yes, I meant it. But I shouldn’t have forced myself onto you.”
I grind my hips into her, and she leans her head back into my chest. “Babe, if you hadn’t been drinking, I would’ve had you bent over my desk with your pussy wrapped around my cock so fast your head would spin.”
Hattie arches his hips into me, and I groan at the press of her against my hard length.
“Is that what you still want?”
She nods. “Yes.” Her answer feels like triumph through my veins.
“Then you’ll get it. But not tonight.”
“What?” She tries to turn around, but I keep her where she is by pressing my hips forward so she’s pinned between the counter and me.
“I appreciate the lasagna, but what I really want is to taste you.” Reaching down, I gently pull up her pencil skirt until it sits around her waist, then I step back. With one hand on either side of her hips, I slide down her blue silk panties. My hand moves to my groin, and I squeeze the head of my erection while I admire her bare ass. “Don’t move.”
Fuck, it’s so perfect I want to take a bite out of it.
“Are you sure you want to go down this road with me?”
I watch from behind as her head moves up and down. “Yes.” Her hands grip the edge of the counter.
“Put your arms in front of you across the counter.”
She does as I say, and I groan, squeezing my cock again. Then I step up to her. With one hand on either side of her hips, I lift her so that her hips are at the edge of the counter, her feet dangling below.
“Is that comfortable enough?”
Her cheek lies against the counter when she nods, and I see the slight tremor in her hands.
“Try to relax. You’re going to enjoy this.” I don’t even have to ask to know that she’s never been eaten out before.
My hand trails a path down her back and over the curve of her ass as I lower to my knees. Then with one hand on each of her ass cheeks, I spread her. She’s already glistening with arousal, and my mouth waters for a taste.
As I lean in and take the first swipe with my tongue, some part of me celebrates the fact that I’m the first one to ever do so. I’m the only one on this earth who knows how this woman tastes. Hattie’s body jolts under my tongue, and I press her against the counter to keep her in place.
“Such a pretty pussy. How long do you think it will take me to make you come? Should I draw it out, or take it easy on you?”
“Please, Bastion…”
“Please what?” I use my tongue to play with her clit.
She moans. “Please, please make me come.”
The desperation in her words undoes some of my control, and I lean in, devouring her, unable to get enough of her sweet taste. I fuck her entrance with my tongue for a bit, then return to her swollen bud. Her breaths grow heavier, her moans louder.
I make a few swipes with my tongue through the whole of her sex, stopping the last time to pay extra attention to her puckered hole. Hattie’s hand slaps the counter in response, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
“You like that, do you?” I murmur against her skin. “Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll fuck this ass one day.”
She presses her swollen sex farther back into my face, and my deep chuckle sounds against her wet flesh. I tongue her slit before I trace her entrance, then I slowly, so slowly, push my finger in an inch, then another.
She’s tight. God, she’s so fucking tight I can’t stand it. All I can think about is how she’d feel wrapped around my cock.
As I rock in and out of her, my tongue flicks her clit again and again and again. Hattie cries out, almost there. When I suck hard on her clit, she shouts my name, her pussy clamping down and contracting around my finger.
As much as I don’t want to, I pull myself from her and use both hands on her ass to keep her in place as I continue to suck on her clit while she rides out her orgasm. When I pull away, Hattie doesn’t move, remaining splayed in front of me, her cunt glistening. I commit the vision to memory, knowing I’ll revisit it shortly when I jerk off.
“Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” I wipe my mouth and chin with the back of my hand.
She starts moving, so I help her off the counter, letting her find her footing before I let go of her waist. Her eyes are glazed when she turns to face me, and there’s a lazy smile on her face. Gone is the tight-laced, friendly, yet professional veneer she usually displays.
“Yes, that was…” She shakes her head, almost as though she’s in disbelief. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
I tug her into my chest by the waist. “I have so much more to show you.”
Then I bend and bring my lips to hers for our first real kiss since I’m not counting the one last night. She comes willingly and opens to me when my tongue runs across the seam of her mouth. Then she stills, likely tasting herself on my tongue. I don’t let her retreat, pulling her body in closer to mine and devouring her mouth like I just did her pussy.
When I pull away, her eyes are even more glazed. She runs her hand down my chest, but before she can reach my belt, I grasp her wrist.
“I think that’s enough for one night.”
I’d give anything to plunge into her right now, but patience is key. I’m still afraid that if I press her too hard, she’ll pull away. I need her craving more.
She frowns. “Why?”
“Because I don’t think we should do any more tonight. Let you process what’s already happened.”
“But don’t you…” She nods toward the raging hard-on that looks as if it’s about to rip a seam in my pants.
“I’ll take care of myself.” Without thinking, I kiss her forehead as a token of affection.
It’s not the act itself that makes me step away from her. It’s the fact that it wasn’t part of an act to get her to trust me. I just did it because it felt right.
“I’m gonna go shower.” Before she can say anything, I back away and turn toward the hall.
It’s an effort to slow my pace so it doesn’t appear as if I’m running away.
28
HATTIE
On shaky legs, I slide my panties back on and pull down my skirt.
I’m glad Bastion pushed me away last night because I would not have wanted to experience that without being completely sober.
I thought the other morning in his bed was life-changing, but this… this was something else entirely. Between the sensation of his tongue, the sounds slipping out of him, and the ownership he took, I was breathless. I didn’t even know it could be like that, feel that primal, as though I might die if he stopped before granting me my release.
But why did he want to stop there? I understand his reasoning, but I don’t like the idea of him walking away unsatisfied. I’m not sure what kind of a job I would do with my mouth on him, but I’d like to try so he can feel what I just did.
He’s the one who told me to own my sexual desires and explore them, and here he is walking away.
Harnessing my courage, I head down the hall.
When I knock on his bedroom door, there’s no answer. I slowly open the door and take a few steps inside. “Bastion?”
He’s nowhere to be found, so he must already be in the shower. A quick glance at the light casting into his room from under the partially closed en suite door tells me I’m right.
I turn to leave, to grant him his privacy, but I stop. His words—take what you want—ring through me again. What if I joined him in the shower? Would he really turn me down if I did?
My chest tightens at the thought of going in there and being rejected, but before I can talk myself out of it, I unzip my skirt, dropping it to the floor with my underwear. Next to go is my shirt, then my bra. Before I can think better of my decision, I’m padding across the floor toward the en suite.
This is what I wanted, isn’t it? To explore who I am, what I want, what I like? If that’s the case, then I need to be brave and take risks I normally wouldn’t.
Drawing in a deep breath, I slowly push open the bathroom door. But I never prepared myself for what I’d see.
Bastion is inside the massive walk-in shower, and though the glass is fogged, his silhouette is visible. I can still make out the rhythmic movement of his hand and what he’s holding. It’s not that he didn’t warn me he would do exactly this, but seeing the effect of what we did, how desperate it made him, gives me a powerful feeling I’ve never felt before.
When I make it halfway across the room, Bastion’s head whips in my direction. His palm wipes across the glass, removing most of the condensation. His eyes widen the closer I draw.
I force my legs to keep moving. Force my mind not to ponder what he might be thinking at seeing me completely nude for the first time.
“What are you doing?” His voice is as rough as the water in the bay last week during the thunderstorm.
“I want you to show me.” I step through the opening into the shower. It’s so large that I remain outside of the spray.
My gaze dips down. I’ve never seen a naked man like this before, but I know that no other man can be as beautiful as Bastion. The lean muscles covering his body, the trail of dark hair that leads from his belly button down to where his hand holds his thick erection.
“Show you what?” His forehead creases.
“How to do what you’re doing.” I walk toward him, staying just out of the spray of the water. “How to please you.”
When Rich and I had sex, we never tried anything else. I never touched his penis. I laid there underneath him while he took his pleasure, and when he was done, he’d kiss me before rolling off of me. I thought that was what sex was, something you got through for him, that women didn’t get the same pleasure a man did.
Now that I know that’s not the case, I realize there’s mutual pleasure to be shared, and so far, the balance between the two of us has been weighted in my favor. I want to know that I can deliver as much pleasure to Bastion as he does to me.
His hand slips from his length, and he crooks his finger. “Come here.”
I do as he says, stepping under the spray, and the hot water runs down my back.
Bastion’s eyes track down to my breasts, and his chest heaves slightly with his breaths. My nipples tighten into hard peaks and my breasts grow heavy because I love his reaction when he looks at me. God, I want him to touch my breasts, but this isn’t about me right now. He swallows hard and brings his gaze back up to meet mine.
He takes two steps back so that he’s completely out of the spray of water and points in front of him. “Get on your knees.”
I walk forward and do what he says, lifting my chin to look up at him.
“Now wrap your hand around the base.” He lovingly pets the top of my hair and down the side of my face, tilting my head as he studies me. “I knew I’d enjoy the sight of you on your knees, wrapping your hand around my cock.” He groans when I grip him harder. “That’s it, a little harder, then stroke me.”
I look away from his intense gaze, fascinated by how soft his shaft feels, yet at the same time, how hard it is. He’s thick—my fingers can’t touch when I grip him, but it doesn’t seem to lessen his satisfaction. He groans again and slides his fingers into my hair.
“Now go all the way up, and when you get to the head, twist your hand a bit.” I do as he instructs and his head rocks back for a second. “That’s it, just like that.”
His eyes are closed, his mouth open. I have a vague memory of thinking he looked like a god last night in the club with the neon lights on his face, but now, like this, he looks like a god made into mortal flesh.
I keep pumping him, and I try not to react when he grows even harder in my hand. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible. His fingers tighten in my hair, then his hips pump forward. Even though I just had an orgasm of epic proportions, the space between my legs tingles as I watch him piston his hips in and out of my fist.
“Fuck, Hattie. I’m gonna come.”
My eyes widen at the awe and desperation in his voice. That powerful feeling overcomes me again, from taking this man who always seems so in control and turning him out of control. Just watching him and his reaction from my hand is mesmerizing. His thick length pulses in my hand, and he jerks forward and groans as white cum sprays all over my chest.
Somehow, I instinctively know to keep pumping him for a moment, but with a gentler pace and grip.
Bastion brings his hands to either side of my face and bends down to kiss me. There’s so much reverence in the kiss that I don’t want to let go when he pulls away. He holds out a hand to help me up off my knees.
When I’m standing again, he glances at my breasts with a satisfied grin. I could get used to that look in his eyes. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
There’s no conversation as we shower together, but it’s not awkward. It’s a comfortable silence as we reflect on everything that’s gone down. He helps me rinse off, and though I hope he might take the task of soaping me down, I’m disappointed when he simply hands me the bar of soap. This isn’t how I thought it would go. There are times Bastion is so hot and cold with me, and I wonder if it has something to do with that nightmare.
When we’re done, he holds open a large bath towel, wrapping it around me. It’s not until we step out of the en suite into his bedroom that the acrid scent of something burning makes my eyes widen.
“Shoot! The lasagna!” I run out of the room, Bastion’s laugh trailing me the whole way.
I may have ruined the lasagna, but it was totally worth it.
29
BASTION
The day after I spread Hattie out on my counter and devoured her as though she was my last meal, I tell her that I’ll be really late returning home. It’s not inconceivable that I’ll spend all night at the club on a Friday, since it’s one of the busiest nights, but that’s not why I’m sticking around.
It’s because I need some separation from Hattie in order to get my head on straight. I need to remember why she’s here in the first place and reset my plan in my head.
After I made her come on my tongue, all I felt was victory over the fact that my plan was moving forward. But when she joined me in the shower, knelt before me with those big doe eyes and that look of awe on her face as she jerked me off, as though it made her so genuinely happy to bring me pleasure… something shifted inside me that didn’t sit well.
It doesn’t matter how sweet, how innocent, how hot she is or how much fun I’m having showing her a new side to herself—she’s the girl my mother chose to give all the nurturing and care and love and attention that I was supposed to have. And I cannot forget that.
So I’m at the club, pretending to work when really I’ve been staring at my computer screen, or if I’m out talking to some patrons, I’m barely hearing a word because I’m reliving everything that happened last night.
I blow out a breath and straighten in my chair, determined to get some work done. Before I can get started, there’s a knock at the door. “Come in.”
Steph waltzes through the door wearing one of her more daring dresses. The front dips low, and the hem might only extend a couple of inches past her ass. When she closes the door behind her, I know that she’s not just here to talk business.
“Hey, Steph.” I motion to the chair across from my desk, and she sits.
“Surprised to see you here.” She takes her time crossing her legs, but a small pout crosses her lips when she sees I’m not watching.
“I do own the place.”
She smirks. “From what I hear, you haven’t been staying late for the past few weeks.”
I arch an eyebrow and relax back into my chair. “Checking up on me?”
Steph shrugs. “You could say that. Just want to make sure everything’s okay. You’ve seemed… different lately.”
“Nothing for you to concern yourself with. I’m assuming you have business to discuss?”
Steph accepts my change of subject and fills me in on what I need to know as far as the business goes. But as soon as we’ve discussed the final matter, she gets back to why she’s really here. She peels herself out of her seat and saunters around my desk until she’s to my left, leaning her ass against the edge of my desk. I shift my chair to face her.
“You seem like you need to take the edge off.” She leans in, resting a hand on my shoulder. The perfume that I used to like now smells cloying to me.
“Is that so?” She’s probably right. I’ve felt on edge since I stepped out of the shower with Hattie last night and the burned lasagna turned into an omen.
“Why don’t you let me take care of you? We can have a little fun.” Her hand trails down my arm and over to my stomach.
This is usually when I take control and tell her what I want, but for some reason, this time her hands are unwanted. Wrong. The mental picture of her hand wrapped around my cock the same way Hattie’s was last night turns me off.
She keeps descending, gripping me between the legs, and frowns when she finds me flaccid.
I bat away her hand. “I’m not in the mood.”
