When Katie noticed some girl tagged Ned in a new Facebook photo, she was beyond irritated. When she clicked on the photo and saw a woman detective she didn't recognize and Ned's smiling face as they stood side by side at the holiday party.
Maybe she should've gone to the stupid party instead of pulling an all-nighter to write her last midterm paper for Psychology II.
Ugh, she doesn't hate him. Not even a little. She kind of hated the girl though. Why didn't she get to hang out with her boyfriend?
Plus everyone and her own mother were reading that god-awful new erotica tripe. It's said to be the next Fifty Shades of Grey, but worse. Literally. And when she had found a copy of the book in her mother's bag when she'd gone home last weekend, she didn't know if she would ever look her in the eye again. She just knew her mother would get some dirty idea from it. She just did.
But there was a comforting realization that came with the said book too. Because seeing that damn cover all over the place kind of just threw sex out there. Sex was a fact of life. It's universal. If it's universal, there's really no reason to feel so embarrassed by it anymore.
And Katie was a grown-ass woman. She's now old enough to get tattoos or buy lottery tickets and vote in this year's presidential election. Which she did.
She's old enough for sex. She had sex a lot of the time when she was actually with Ned. But lately, things had been going downhill in that department especially since they didn't see each other that often. She was on the verge of finally going into the sex shop she drove passed on her way to campus.
On the other hand, Katie knew she needed to take the initiative and tell Ned that she was upset he hadn't come down and gotten a hotel room like they'd talked about doing when she was back in Grandview. Instead, she'd had to help Hannah clean up after the alcohol tasting party her and Brandon threw. Which involved putting her hand in someone else's vomit.
Needless to say, Katie was never letting Hannah throw another party ever again and she needed to tell Ned about their intimacy issue before she killed someone.
It could even be nice, she thought.
If she's lucky, she could even convince Hannah and Brandon to go back to Grandview early since they'd both finished finals early. She could even make dinner but knew she would probably just end up ordering pizza.
He'd probably laugh her off anyway, she thought. Or at least insist that they wait for the perfect, most romantic moment. A guy who's such a sap for Jim and Pam probably wouldn't throw her down right there on the kitchen table, right?
But just in case, on her way to her usual Sunday morning shift at the diner, she called him.
"Hey Ned, you up?" She asked.
"Hey Katie, what's up." His sleepy voice came through her stereo system as she waited for her car to warm up in her parking spot. It was followed by a yawn and a groan.
He was so hungover from the party from last night.
She laughed in his misery, just a little. "I was just waiting on my car to warm up and was thinking about you," she said softly, tapping her hands on the wheel. "I just wanted to call and see how your hangover was from the party last night."
"So you're calling to gloat," he muttered sleepily. "I see."
"Only a little, baby." She laughed, a little, but then cut it off to make him feel better. "I just wish you would've come to see me instead."
"You know it wasn't my choice not to come to see you." He sighed, his voice was muffled by something. Probably his pillow. "It was my truck, considering the starter went out."
"Yeah, I know, but it's fixed now, right?" She'd forgotten about that. The universe actually hated her and never wanted her to be satisfied. "But that was on my mind..." He hummed in reply, still waking up. "And I think you should sober up and come to see me if you can. It's Sunday and you don't work tomorrow, and I have needs."
"You have needs," he repeated, laughing a little. "I know that, Katie. My truck is fixed."
"That didn't come out right," she bit her lip, sighing. "What I'm saying is you should drive to see me and we should have sex. Hot, dirty sex. All over the place."
His laugh was enough to get her to clear her mind and laugh with him. "Okay, I'll sober up and come to see you. You have needs and I will fulfill them. I promise," he snickered. "You're quite the seductress, you know."
"Thanks," she shook her head, her grin wide. Maybe they would be okay. "I'll order pizza. Sound good?"
"Sounds like a dream," he said. "I'm going back to bed for another hour or two. I love you."
"I love you too," she rolled her eyes as he hung up.
Her shift was okay. It was dead at first, so she'd read old Cosmo magazines. The anticipation of waiting for Ned was crazy. She found herself flipping through most of the first and second magazine.
Katie and Ned may have just seen each other the weekend before but were only alone together for a short time. They did make use of it. Even if they were fighting too. They still kind of were, but at the same time, they weren't. Things were okay, for now.
To take her mind off everything she started reading an article titled 41 Ways to Drive Him Crazy in Bed and looked anxiously over the top of the magazine as she slid further down in her seat, silently praying anyone she was working with assumed she was just looking over the tips on fashion finds.
When Katie got off from the diner, she texted Ned. He called her as she got into her car, she'd told him. He just was getting into the city, taking an exit off the freeway. He had perfect timing.
Ned grinned to himself as he took the familiar route to her apartment. Katie told him that she had been able to convince Hannah to leave for Grandview a day early. That made things even better.
"I'll see you when I get there okay? Traffic is slowing down and I should keep my attention on the road," he explained. "I love you."
"Love you too, Ned. I can't wait to see you," she said on the other end.
When he knocked on the door, she'd just finished applying her lipstick. The only reason he could tell was because she rubbed her lips together as she opened the door and let him in, smiling at him widely.
"Hey, how was the drive?" She asked, closing and locking the door behind him. "I forgot to ask on the phone."
He immediately took notice of the new dress she'd decided to wear. It was red. One with a particularly low, scoop neckline. It wasn't very long, and he found himself gulping at the sight of her bare legs, and then her cleavage.
When was the last time she'd worn a dress, like this, without tights? Had he ever seen her in this dress?
"It was fine, as well as could be expected. Is this a new dress?" His eyes flitted up to hers, his fingers touching the hem of the dress. It came short, just above her knee. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear it."
"It didn't fit Hannah right, so she gave it to me. Do you like it?" She shrugged, smiling at him.
He couldn't find the right words. He loved it, but those weren't the right words either. He just nodded dumbly instead, and she turned around to lead him to the table. The skirt twirled with her, giving him a view of her ass, which told him that she wasn't wearing any panties at all.
That was enough clues for him to shrug his jacket off and follow her quickly. He could see what kind of game she was playing here. Before she had the chance to open the pizza box, he grabbed hold of her hand and tugged her toward him. She seemed almost surprised but then smiled as he leaned in to kiss her like she was so happy he was doing this before anything else.
The kiss was brief, and he pulled back with a slight nibble to her bottom lip. "You drive me crazy," he moaned, shaking his head.
She blushed and pressed their lips together again. His eyes closed, momentarily and he was lost in the warmth of her mouth until they pulled away from each other slowly. "I knew I would," she whispered, her hand running up his chest. "And just so you know, I have like zero expectations for what happens tonight."
"So you don't have any expectations?" He almost felt hurt. He'd been thinking of how he wanted to take her, considering she wanted him to pretty bad. Enough to call him.
"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that." She held onto his hand now and pulled back a little to look at him. "I was thinking about you during my whole work shift," she blushed a little, biting her lip. "I just meant we didn't have to do anything right away. I just wanted to mess with you a little."
He could tell she was about to ask how they should proceed, but she stopped talking to him. Instead, she was looking up at him, just looking. Did she want him to say something or was she going to?
He also realized she was too stuck in her mind to say anything, so he kissed her instead, and then whispered, "Stop thinking so much."
"It's hard to just turn off thoughts," she admitted.
He grinned at her as he pulled her back toward the bedroom. "Challenge accepted."
Katie pushed the door open and felt her way to her bed to flip on the bedside table lamp. When she looked back at Ned, she saw that he had shut the door and was already pulling his shirt open and his undershirt off.
"Oh," she breathed, gawking at the expanse of taut muscles in his abdomen and chest, then she shook her head to spur herself into action.
She weakly struggled to remove her dress quickly while Ned toed off his shoes and socks, then crossed to her in two strides, fisting her dress in his hands to quickly enough tug it over her head.
He dipped his head to hers to capture her mouth, his tongue plying hers insistently as his hands ran over her bare skin and she wrapped her arms around his neck, she stood on her toes to gain better access to his mouth.
After a moment, he pulled back, his hands tangled in her hair and grasping her neck. "Do you wanna keep the lights on?" he asked quietly, his eyes holding her gaze for a moment. "I know we usually turn them off."
She blinked, and her brow creased slightly. "No...I mean, yeah, that's fine," she replied hesitantly.
He leaned down to kiss her again as his fingers grappled with the clasp of her bra, and then she felt the tension of the contraption release. She dropped her arms from his shoulders so he could slide the bra off, licking her lips self-consciously once her breasts were exposed to his hungry gaze.
Okay, maybe she should have left the light off...
But he still didn't touch her breasts, instead of maneuvering her to her bed and laying her down. They moved together until her head was on the pillow, and he was positioned between her legs, his body stretched out on top of hers. He slanted his mouth over hers again, and she welcomed his tongue readily, her hands pawing at his back.
Finally, he covered one of her breasts with his hand, and she sighed into his mouth; she felt him smile as he began to knead her breast, rolling her nipple under his palm. He spent an inordinate amount of time just massaging her breasts, pulling and tweaking her nipples with his fingers until she was desperate for him to just use his mouth already.
Withdrawing her tongue from his mouth, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down, gently but urgently. He grunted, and she released his lip to let him slide down her body. He fluttered kisses along her neck and breast until his lips wrapped around her nipple. Ned pulled the hardened bud into the wet suction of his mouth, and she dipped her head back with a soft, satisfied moan.
Oh, that was good—and when he nipped it between his teeth, even better. God, she loved him.
Wet heat pooled between her thighs at an increasing rate, and her body ached, demanding relief. Katie dug her fingers into his back muscles and unconsciously began thrusting up into him, angling her pelvis to rub against him.
His ministrations to her breasts stopped abruptly, the fading warmth of his hand and mouth leaving her feeling cold as he pinned her hips to the bed to stop her thrusts. "Don't," he ordered huskily, laughing when she shot him a confused scowl. "Just let yourself get wet. I want you dripping."
"Ned," she moaned. "I don't know if I can…"
His laugh then shocked her, an electric pulse of desire shooting down her spine to swell at her core. She dropped her head back to the pillow with a strangled sound.
He sat up then, his fingers skimming her hips as he hooked them in the sides of her underwear. "Actually, I'm gonna go ahead and take these off," he said.
She lifted her ass some to help him slide her panties off. She was very glad she'd gotten time to do some maintenance down there before he'd come over. She knew Ned didn't care. He'd never said anything to her, but it made her feel good.
Suddenly feeling self-conscious, she began to twist over to turn off the light like she usually did, but Ned stopped her. "I like to be able to see what I'm doing down here," he explained, arching an eyebrow.
"Okay," she agreed nervously, laying her head back down on her pillow. She kept her gaze trained on the ceiling, worrying her lip between her teeth, trying to ignore the heat of his stare between her thighs.
When he pressed a kiss to her knee, trailing his lips slowly down the inside of her thigh, her eyelids fluttered closed. She felt the bed shift under her as he settled on the mattress, his hands pushing her thighs open some more. She felt his warm breath on her, making her shiver. Goosebumps erupted along her skin, and she fisted the sheets at her sides. Suddenly, the tip of his tongue was there, trailing against her teasingly, and a startled gasp hitched in her throat, her fingers curling into the sheets tighter. He did it again, and again, and her teeth were digging so hard into her bottom lip, she was sure she was going to puncture the flesh.
His index and middle finger spread her open and when she felt his tongue dip between her folds, she whimpered in the back of her throat, trying to cease the quivering of her thighs and abdomen through sheer willpower but failing miserably. With his free hand braced against her thigh, Ned kept her spread open with his fingers as he dragged his tongue through her folds repeatedly, licking up her arousal. Katie's chest began to ache with the breath she was holding, and she released it in a long, shuddering moan.
At the sound, he thrust his tongue inside her; she squeaked, reflexively clamping her thighs shut, but he pushed them open again, applying a little more force as he dipped his tongue inside her, over and over, drawing her wetness into his mouth. She could just make out the sounds of his lips and tongue moving through her arousal over the sounds of her own embarrassing pants and whimpers, and it made her ache that much more. "Oh," she breathed, her hips gyrating slightly against his face. "I...oh, oh. Ned, right there, God yes."
She felt a vibration against her—was he laughing? She was too delirious to care what he found so amusing, just as long as he kept doing what he was doing. She couldn't believe how good it felt—how had she gone so long without this? Or maybe Ned was, in fact, a wunderkind of exceptional oral.
Katie whined when he unsealed his mouth from her, already lifting her head up to say something him until she felt his tongue circle her center. She grunted in surprise, moaning loudly when he proceeded to flick and prod the hooded cleft, alternating the pressure of these simple gestures. Suddenly, her grip on the sheets wasn't enough to anchor her to the moment—she needed to hold onto him. Squeezing her eyes shut, she grabbed fistfuls of his hair; she tried to pull him closer, tried to convey her approval. Her breaths were short and fast, her breasts heaving slightly as she pushed air in and out of her lungs.
His lips encircled her center then, and he sucked it into his mouth. "Ah!" she yelped; if she was capable of any self-awareness at that moment, she might have been mortified at the sounds she was making. Her moans, the motions of her hips on the bed, grew more desperate as he sucked harder, and when he pushed two fingers inside her, she groaned loudly, tugging on his hair.
"Ned," she mewled unnecessarily, and he moaned in response, the sound reverberating around her.
Holy shit.
She felt the pleasure budding fast between her thighs, and her moans filled the otherwise silent room. His fingers pumped in and out of her, faster still as he worked her center between his lips, under his tongue; she was beyond reason or care—she slammed one hand against the headboard above her head, her back bowing off the bed as she came.
An incoherent shout tumbled from her lips, and her body quaked. He continued to suckle her center while tremors of her orgasm washed over her; she was reduced to wordless sounds and pants, her hands clenching and unclenching his hair in time with the spasms of her walls around his fingers.
After a moment, Ned finally released her and dipped his tongue into her again to lap up her slickness. When he sat up, his lips and chin glistening, he sucked his fingers into his mouth to clean them off, then he grinned at her, raising his eyebrows in questioning. "Well, did I clear your mind?" he asked smugly.
She was too dazed to respond, so she just covered her face with her hand, inhaling tremulously.
Jesus Christ.
The bed shifted, and she opened her eyes again, confused to see him moving off the bed. Her brow furrowed, and she sat up on her elbows. "Wait, where are you going?" she asked hoarsely.
He glanced at her, mildly amused. "Just gonna go wipe my face off in the bathroom, why?"
She blinked and grabbed his hand, pulling him back a step. "I want you—will you just come back to bed?" she asked incredulously.
His eyebrows shot up. "I'll just be a minute, Katie, okay?"
Her mouth opened and closed, and her eyes dropped to his very obvious erection. He noticed the line of her stare and adjusted his hard-on beneath his pants. "I want you to come back to bed."
He laughed and walked back to her, unzipping his pants. "Okay," he whispered.
She twisted toward her nightstand to find a condom while he took off his pants and boxer-briefs. Her eyes flickered back to him and his erection, and she bit her lip.
It was still so hard to think that this was real. They were real. Ned had always been such and dream to her, something just out of her reach. And now, here he was just inches from her and completely naked.
He took the condom from her, watching her face intently, and she tried to play it cool as he sheathed himself with it, while she dug up some lube in her nightstand. It always good to be careful. After he'd rolled the condom onto himself, he crawled onto the bed between her legs, pausing to let her coat him with the lube and issuing a soft sigh at her touch.
Ned hunched down over her and captured her mouth in a slower kiss, cupping her breast in his hand. She arched into his palm, sliding her lube-slick hands over his shoulders and back. The movements of their mouths grew more heated and frenzied, and she found her head lifting off the pillow as she sought his tongue out. When she felt him grazing through her, she broke the kiss and forced him onto his back, climbing over him to straddle his waist.
His eyes went wide, and he exhaled loudly. "Well, shit, Katie," he breathed in awe, grabbing her thighs as she reached between her legs to position him.
Shifting her hips back, she pushed his head through her folds then sunk down on him until her pelvis was flush with his. She inhaled sharply as her walls stretched to accommodate him; she was so full, it was almost painful. It had been a little while, especially since she'd been on top.
Ned groaned softly, his chin tipped upward. His jaw flexed with the sound, and she saw his throat ripple with the hard swallow he took.
Katie began rolling her hips, bracing her hands against his stomach. His hands were firmly wrapped around her waist to aid her movements; he lifted his own hips off the bed just slightly to thrust into her every time she rocked forward. Everything felt so good still; despite the fatigue pressing at her peripheral, her body still felt like it was on fire, aching to be quenched again. She felt too good to be self-conscious anymore. Too good.
Prying his hands from her waist, she brought them up to her chest, molding them to cup her breasts. "I want you to touch me," she moaned.
"Damn, okay," he hissed, bucking his hips against hers as he kneaded the flesh in his palms. He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her to pull her closer, to bring her breasts to his face. He sucked the tip of one into his mouth to tug it with his teeth, and she whimpered. His free hand snuck between their bodies to secure her center between his finger and drew a pleased gasp from her throat. She moved faster as he stroked into her, his mouth never leaving her breast.
There—she could feel the pleasure surging again, faster, sharper, and she cried out abruptly, rocking erratically on top of him. "Oh, Ned," she cried out. "Oh, God."
He tilted his head back to look up at her. "Fuck, again already?" he growled while she rode out her orgasm.
She was unable to respond and just held onto his shoulders, gasping and shuddering, her walls clenching around him inside her. The euphoria was short-lived, however, and her head lolled forward to rest against his. Ned grabbed her hips and rolled her underneath him, but he pulled out of her. She felt strangely empty.
"Can we go from behind?" he asked, his voice low and throaty, and she nodded eagerly.
"Yes," she gasped, twisting onto her stomach.
He pulled her hips up so she was kneeling before him, and she collapsed forward on her elbows, pulling her pillow down to hug to her chest. When he pushed into her, she groaned at the fullness, muffling the rest of her inhuman sounds in the pillow.
The walls were too thin in this complex. She didn't need to give Andrew or god forbid Toby a vocal show.
Ned moved fast, his grunts punctuating the sound of his hips connecting with her ass. She jerked forward every time he thrust into her, but he held her steady with one arm looped around her hips. She already felt sore, but she didn't care, arching her back to push her hips backward to meet his, squeezing him inside her.
He issued a low, gravelly moan then. "I'm gonna come, Katie," he warned, his hips whipping into hers faster; she just moaned in response. He pumped into her a few more times before stilling completely, his erection pulsing inside her as he emptied himself into the condom. "Oh, god, yes." He sighed when he pulled out, releasing his hold on her, and she slid down to the mattress bonelessly on her stomach.
Ned got up, to dispose of the condom she assumed, and she rolled onto her back as he disappeared into the hallway. She knew she should clean up, too, but the exhaustion she'd felt creeping in earlier was back now, stronger than before; keeping her eyes open was a chore. She was vaguely aware when he returned, the bed dipping under his weight.
"I'm kind of hungry," he whispered near her ear. "Want some pizza?"
Her eyes fluttered open, and she made a protesting noise, barely aware of her own movements. "Hurry up and come back. Don't bring food in here, unless you have a plate," she mumbled, yawning as she rolled away to nuzzle down in the pillow.
He didn't respond for a moment, and she was almost asleep when he finally whispered back, "Actually I'm not that hungry. I'd rather lay here and sleep right next to you," the words just barely reaching her through the fog of sleep as he laid down behind her, cocooning her against his chest and pressing his lips to her shoulders and back as she fell asleep.
"Suckle? Really?" Ned groaned in frustration. "You're cheating, aren't you?"
"You're just mad that I got thirty-six points with a triple word score," she said with satisfaction, smiling proudly.
"I would never begrudge you a win," Ned's grin grew a little in the camera lens. "It happens so rarely online."
Cat was his next move.
She shook her head disapprovingly even though he couldn't see her with the Skype window minimized. "That's because this is computer scrabble. In real life, I always win, Banks and you know it."
Her next move was mount.
He sighed in frustration. "You're just teasing me now," he groaned. "It's been almost two weeks."
"Hey, I had two exams today." She laughed, pulling up the window to scowl at him. "I can't even think anymore, and you're not wearing a shirt."
"Is tomorrow your last exam?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm driving home after." She nodded. "Don't forget. It's your turn."
"I know. I have like nothing to go on here," he muttered. "Give me a minute."
"You better not be cheating," she teased.
It's been hard for either of them to see each other the rest of the nearly two weeks until winter break, and while Words with Friends has always been their game, it's not doing anything to release the pent-up sexual tension.
Cats.
Katie busted out laughing. "Okay, I'm officially taking pity on you and ending this scrabble game babe." She said.
He ended their Skype call and her cell phone buzzed with a text notification a few seconds later.
December 22nd - 6:30 pm - Ned: My mom's hovering again. This okay?
She moved her computer off her bed and set it on her dresser, toeing off her socks before falling to the mattress and kicking her feet up behind her. She's the world's slowest texter because she had a knack for typing every word out, but it's a trait Ned was well aware of so he'd wait patiently for each response.
December 22nd - 6:32 pm - Katie: Yeah. It's fine. You two not getting along?
December 22nd - 6:32 pm - Ned: She just hates that she found out we're having sex. Even if she found out super late and doesn't know that.
She chuckled, just thinking about Delia hovering over their conversations made her chuckle, but this made her blush and then some. Of course, Delia hated that they were having sex. Any mother would. She doubted her mother would be as happy for her sex life if she were Aaron.
December 22nd - 6:35 pm - Katie: Well, good thing I love that we're having sex then. Did she just find out?
Ned was usually quick with a reply, even while indulging her hatred for text speak. But there's a significant pause before her phone pinged again.
Enough time for her to leave the room and make a quick bag of popcorn for while she studied for her last exam.
December 22nd - 6:40 pm - Ned: I love that we are too ;) I think so. I also think we should stay at your parents during most of the break. We won't get a second of alone time here.
She rolled her eyes, knowing Ned would eventually want to go to her parent's house. He always did. They probably wouldn't get much alone time there too, but at least no one would be hovering over them.
December 22nd - 6:41 pm - Katie: Is your mom going to greet me with a shotgun the next time I see her?
A good two minutes later he finally replied, she has to pull herself away from the popcorn and her textbook to look at her phone.
December 22nd - 6:43 pm - Ned: No, it's okay. It's just so you're prepared. She found the new box of condoms I got for over winter break and cornered me about them. I don't think she thinks we've done anything yet because it wasn't opened unless your mom said anything. Granted we've been sleeping together since February. I thought everyone knew?
She couldn't contain her laughter now. She could see it all playing out.
Of course, Delia would find his condoms. And of course, Delia made him talk to her about it.
She knew just was to say.
December 22nd - 6:44 pm - Katie: Must be because I look so innocent. You know, innocent I'm little Katie Clancy. My mom wouldn't say anything. She's sworn to secrecy lol
Immediate reply. She must've reeled him in with that last text.
December 22nd - 6:45 pm - Ned: I knew your mom wouldn't and yeah, that's probably it. No one ever suspects you. If only they knew how dirty you really are.
She smiled. Yeah, if only they knew.