ESCAPE
MEETING AU
RATED M
He spots her as soon as he walks into the bar. She's with a group of friends, drinking and laughing, and he can't stop staring.
She catches his eye a few times, and her cheeks flush and she turns her attention back to her friends. He knows how it might look - a lone man, staring at a woman as if waiting for her to break off from her friends - but it's not like that. He's not a creep, he's just mesmerized by her beauty, but when one of her friends turns around and glares at him, he motions for his check.
He's back at the bar the next afternoon, bent over his notebook, trying desperately to finish the scene that's been nagging at him, when her laugh cuts through all the white noise of the ocean and goes straight to his groin. He lifts his gaze, looks around for her, and finds her in the pool. When she glides over to the edge of the water and pulls herself up the ladder, he almost chokes on air.
The water slides off her smooth, tanned skin, little more than scraps of fabric covering her intimate parts from view, and it's all he can do to keep his hard-on from tearing a hole in his shorts.
As soon as her legs appear, her long legs that don't seem to end, he imagines them wrapped around his waist, perhaps bent to her chest, as he moves above her, inside her.
Fuck.
He drains his drink and almost runs to his room.
He's so focused on getting behind closed doors that he doesn't notice her watching him, a knowing smirk on her face.
"Here you are, Mr. Castle, a fresh piña colada."
Rick looks up from his book at the arrival of the resort employee. "Oh, I didn't order that," he says, straightening up on the lounge chair.
The man nods towards the other side of the pool. "Complements of the young lady over there. Enjoy, Mr. Castle."
He looks across the water, spots the woman from the bar watching him, a matching glass in her hand. He pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head and lifts his glass in a silent toast. She mirrors his action and grins, takes a long drink before she stands.
He tries not to stare at her legs as she walks towards him, but the sarong tied around her waist flits around her upper thighs, enticing him, tempting him.
What he wouldn't give to remove the fabric, to drift his mouth along her skin.
He slides his legs to the side of the lounge chair and stands to meet her. She stops when she's just a few feet in front of him, and she takes her sunglasses off, drops them onto his chair.
As soon as he sees her up close, his mouth goes dry. Jesus Christ, she's gorgeous.
Finally he's able to clear his throat. "Hi."
The corners of her mouth quirk. "Hello."
God, even her voice is perfect.
He lifts his glass. "Thanks for the drink."
"You're welcome." She takes a long sip of hers, and his eyes are drawn to the purse of her lips around the straw, her cheeks as she sucks, the bob of her throat when she swallows.
"I'm Kate."
"Rick." He holds his hand out, and she looks at it, quirks her brow when she glances up at him.
She grasps his hand, her long, slender fingers curled around his, and he can't help but imagine what they might look like around his cock.
At that thought, the cock in question begins to swell in his shorts, and he wills it to hold off so he doesn't embarrass himself.
Down, boy.
"So," he says after a brief silence, "can I buy you a drink?"
Kate chuckles, and she picks up her sunglasses, slips them on the top of her head, and takes a long sip of her drink. "Shouldn't we finish our current ones first?" she teases when she swallows.
Rick takes a deep breath, decides to take the leap. If she says no, she says no, and he'll move on.
But if she says yes…
"Perhaps we could finish them in my room?"
"Oh wow."
Rick grins, shutting the door behind him and turning to join Kate in his room. She sweeps her head from side to side, taking in the room, and when she turns back to look at him with an awestruck look on his face, he can't help but chuckle. He'd had the same reaction when he saw the two-room suite.
He'd booked this trip on a whim, so he hadn't looked closely at the room options, had just picked one at random because it looked nice. But he'd apparently gotten their deluxe suite, so not only does it have a king-size bed and massive jacuzzi tub, but a separate living area that leads to a small balcony right above the ocean. There's even a small pool outside.
Kate shakes her head and looks back out over the water. "My friends and I split a few rooms, but ours are nothing like this."
Rick grins. "Pretty nice, right? I lucked out." He puts his drink on the nightstand as he walks up to her, and he presses his hand to the small of her back before taking her empty glass and setting it down. He slides his hand along her back as he moves in front of her, and he laces his fingers together, tugs her to him. "Do you want to keep talking?" he asks in a low voice, his gaze flicking to her mouth.
Her eyes darken, and she curls her fingers around his biceps, shakes her head slowly. "No."
"Good."
He bends down and takes her mouth with his, moaning when she surges into him, slicks her tongue against his lips. She nudges him backwards, and when his legs hit the bed he sits, pulling her on top of him.
Their kiss quickly turns passionate, her restless, roaming hands helping fuel his already raging arousal. She grips the hem of his shirt and tugs, and he pulls away just long enough to pull the shirt over his head. He slides his fingers under the straps of her bikini top and tugs the top down, and her head falls back when he fastens his mouth to one of her hardened nipples.
She buries her fingers in his hair, holding him to her, but he doesn't mind, simply shifts his attention to her other breast when she starts panting and rolling her hips. He cups her ass, encouraging her to move, to chase her pleasure.
"God," she gasps, shuddering against him, dropping her forehead to his. She huffs out a laugh, her nails lightly scratching his scalp as her breathing slows. "You have condoms, right? I'm on birth control, but-"
"Always do," he interrupts with a chuckle, his voice so raspy he almost doesn't recognize it. She yelps when he suddenly stands and turns, depositing her on the bed before retreating to his suitcase. When he turns back to Kate after retrieving his box of condoms, he freezes at the sight of her reclining against the pillows, naked and waiting, her legs slightly parted.
She raises an eyebrow. "You coming, or what?"
He grins and tosses the box on the bed, shoves his shorts off before kneeling over her. "After you," he husks, settling between her legs, swiping his fingers through her folds. He presses a quick kiss to her mouth, ignoring her whine when he moves away.
He hears her breath catch in her throat when he trails his mouth along her jaw and down her neck. He swirls his tongue across her pulse and nips at it, grinning against her skin when her hips buck. He prods her entrance with his middle finger, shifting so he can press his thumb against her clit, and she gasps, hooks her ankle at his calf, lifts her hips into his touch as he slides his finger inside.
"More," she breathes, her head falling back into the pillow, her hips rolling with every slow thrust of his hand.
He smiles and adds a second finger, speeds up with every whimper that comes from her. She's close, he can feel by the way she clenches around him, and he grinds his cock into the mattress, his erection almost painful. He's determined to make her come again, to watch her fall apart under the skillful work of his fingers before he fucks her.
As her chest and neck flush and her cries get louder and more insistent, he's overcome with the need to taste her. He doesn't let up, just continues pumping his fingers even as he kisses his way down her body.
She shivers when he licks a trail below her navel, and twists her hips when he stills his hand. He pauses with his mouth hovering over her center, and he just stares at her, at the glistening wetness beckoning him, begging for attention.
Finally, he lowers his head and exhales directly onto her clit.
"Oh God," she moans, her body arching. He reaches up to palm her breast with his free hand and swipes his tongue through her arousal before flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. She almost bucks off the bed, and he just curls his fingers inside her, lets go of her breast to grip her ass, holding her to him as he works at her, as he catches her release with his tongue.
He could fucking do this forever.
When she finally stops squirming and pushes his head away, he presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh before sitting up. He drags his forearm across his mouth, moves up to hover over her, grins at the dazed look on her face.
"You alive?" he asks with a chuckle, brushing her hair off her forehead so he can see her gorgeous, gold-green eyes up close.
"Holy shit," she breathes, cupping the back of his neck and bringing his mouth down to hers. She moans into his mouth, their tongues tangling, her hands sliding down to grip his ass.
He tears his mouth from hers and groans when his cock drags through her folds, sending shockwaves through his entire body. He removes himself from her embrace just long enough to grab the condoms, and he pulls one out of the box, quickly sheathes himself before settling between her thighs again.
He grips his cock and coats himself with her arousal before pushing the tip inside her entrance. He enters her in one quick thrust, and she's so warm, so tight, that he has to pause for a long moment so he doesn't burst too soon.
She clenches around him and lifts her hips in encouragement, and he drops his forehead to her shoulder as he withdraws almost all the way and pushes back in. They find their rhythm quickly, and before long her legs are wrapped high around his waist, her hips lifting into his with every thrust.
Her arms wrap around his back, her fingers digging into his skin, gasps of pleasure echoing in his ear as the bed rocks under their frantic movements. He props himself on one elbow, slides his other hand between them to press two fingers against her clit.
"Are you-fuck, Kate, I-"
He buries himself deep, his hips jerking, cock pulsing with release. Her hand joins his and she rubs frantically, until she cries out and shatters, spasming around him, drawing out his orgasm until he finally collapses at her side, breathless.
It takes him a minute when he wakes, but as soon as he registers that the water he's hearing is the shower, and he spots the scraps of red fabric on the floor, he grins.
She's still here.
He groans a little at the twinge in his lower back when he slides out of bed - it's been awhile since he's moved his hips like that - but he follows the sound of low humming that's just a fraction louder than the water.
She has the confidence to hit on him first, the looks of a model, with a body that feels too good to be true under his, and hums in the shower? She might be his soulmate.
The water turns off as he steps into the large bathroom, and she peeks around the wall that acts as a barricade in lieu of a curtain, smiles when her eyes meet his.
"Can you hand me a towel?" she asks, running her hands down her face to wipe away some of the water.
He looks at the towels hanging just out of her reach, then back at her, rakes his gaze down her body. He wants to kiss every inch of her, to trace the path of the water droplets trailing down her skin, to pin her against the wall and fall to his knees to worship her like she deserves.
He shakes his head. "No."
One of her perfect eyebrows lifts in a challenge. "No?" she echoes, her eyes flicking between his legs when he takes a step towards her.
"No," he repeats. He crowds her against the wall, trapping her with his arms on either side of her head, pressing his body against hers so she feels every inch of him.
Every hard, throbbing inch.
She glances down between them and smirks, trails her hand down his torso until she reaches his cock. She drags one finger along his length, from base to tip and back again, then curls her hand around him, repeats the action, her grip firm.
"Fucking hell," he breathes in a strangled voice, his forehead dropping to hers and his cock twitching with every slow stroke of her hand. "That's-"
She cuts him off with the hard press of her mouth against his, but before he can deepen the kiss she's sliding down the wall and kneeling in front of him. She looks up at him, doesn't break eye contact even as she swirls her tongue around his tip.
He clenches his hands into his fists as soon as her mouth is on him, and it takes every ounce of self control not to bury his hands in her hair and just fuck her mouth. Instead, he pushes against the wall, his thighs trembling with the effort to stay standing, presses his forehead to the cool tile when she licks along his length before wrapping her lips around him.
He knows he's a little bigger than average, so it doesn't surprise him when she strokes his base while she works at him with her lips and tongue. Her other hand grips his ass, holding him to her as she sucks, and he has to close his eyes to ward off the beginning tugs of orgasm at the sight.
When she lets go of his cock and slides her mouth all the way to the base, her throat relaxing around his head as she takes him in, he breaks. He doesn't even have a chance to warn her before his hips buck and cock swells, his release coming so swift and hard that he's left panting against the tile.
She releases him with one long lick, and she ducks out from under his arms before she stands, wiping the corners of her mouth with a cocky smirk.
He grabs her waist, his typically hazy post-climax reflexes surprising even him, and he crashes his mouth to hers, sweeps his tongue between her lips. The enthusiasm with which he kisses her seems to take her by surprise, and he lifts her with ease, feels her legs wrap around his waist as he carries her to the bed.
He's still half-hard, but it will take him a few minutes to be ready for more, so he drops her to the mattress, crawls between her parted legs. She smells and tastes amazing, the scent of his own body wash and shampoo mixing with a sweetness that's uniquely her.
It drives him fucking wild.
He's like a man possessed, licking and sucking with wild abandon. He doesn't even bother with his fingers, simply grabs her ass and holds on as she rolls her hips, fucking his mouth until she comes with a shout, her thighs clenching around his head. He growls around her clit, his tongue lapping at her, and her hips buck again and again, wave after wave of her release coating his chin.
He lifts his head long enough to mutter a curse and take a breath before he's licking through her folds, catching her desire with his tongue, drawing out her climax until she pushes his head away with a sob.
His erection is back with a vengeance, and he crawls back up her body, his mouth leading the way, pausing to swirl his tongue around both of her nipples and gently tug them with his teeth. When he finds her mouth again she surges into him with a moan, burying her fingers in his hair as she holds him to her.
Never has he dated a woman who's been so willing, even eager, to kiss him after he's gone down on her. Everyone else he's been with has allowed just a quick kiss, if not avoided one altogether, then turned their heads away from him.
But Kate seems to like it. God, this woman…
Rick trails his mouth down her neck, smiles against her skin at her whine of protest. Even if they never see each other again after today, he's already had the best sex of his life. He can die a very happy man.
He lifts his head and sits up, gazes down at her, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he lets her recover. Her eyes are locked between his legs, and her tongue darts out to drag across her bottom lip, her hands reaching up to cup her own breasts. She brushes her palms across her nipples, her eyes fluttering shut and back arching slightly, and her mouth opens with a quiet gasp.
His strokes begin to quicken, and he drags the fingers of his left hand between her legs, the slickness from her recent climaxes helping him easily slip two fingers into her. Her hips lift into his touch, and it takes him a minute, but soon he finds his coordination, speeding and slowing his hands in tandem.
He can tell she's close already, and he adds a third finger, feels the telltale sign of his impending climax in the pulse of his cock when she breathes out his name.
"Condom," he gasps, unwilling to stop the frantic strokes and thrusts of his hands but wanting to be inside her, to feel her spasm around him and draw out his orgasm.
She shakes her head, one hand gripping onto the pillow above her head and the other tugging on her nipples. She rolls her hips into his touch, her eyes slamming shut as she arches and comes with a strangled cry.
The spasms of her muscles around his fingers send him over the edge, and he hovers above her, his fist a blur. He removes his hand from her center and grips the base of his cock, and her scent surrounds him, sends him hurtling over the edge with a shout. His hips jerk, and he raises onto his knees as he comes, spilling all over her stomach and his hand.
He falls forward, somehow managing to catch himself with his arm before he crushes her, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He feels her hand on his cheek, and he covers it with his, turns his head to press a kiss to her palm, locks his eyes with hers. It's an intimate gesture, one he wouldn't typically do with a vacation fling, but for some reason, it feels right with Kate.
He can't explain why, but he's drawn to her, wants to know everything about her. For the first time in a long time, he wants to spend all of his time with her, and not just for however long they have this rendezvous. He wants to know where she's from, what she does, wants to share his own dreams and desires and fears.
They gaze into each other's eyes for a long time, until their breathing slows in sync and his arm starts to fall asleep. Eventually she grimaces and glances down, breaking their eye contact, and he follows her gaze, winces when he realizes how uncomfortable his come must feel on her skin. He presses a quick kiss to her temple, then pushes himself up and ducks into the bathroom to grab a washcloth.
She hasn't moved when he returns, and he quickly wipes between her legs before cleaning off her stomach and his cock.
"Sorry," he rumbles. "I got a little carried away."
She offers him a small smile and sits up, leans forward to brush her mouth against his. "You won't hear me complain," she whispers into his skin, nipping at his jaw.
He grins and throws the washcloth in the general direction of the bathroom before rolling on top of her, scraping his two-day-old stubble across her neck, delighting in her squeals of joy and her fingers through his hair.
"You're sure your friends don't mind that you're spending all your time with me?" Rick asks the next morning, opening the door at her knock.
Kate shakes her head as she strides in with an enticing sway of her hips. "No. In fact, they encouraged it," she adds, dropping to the bed. She crooks a finger, beckoning him, and she smirks when he almost trips over his own feet. "If I didn't know any better," she teases, tucking her fingers in the waistband of his shorts, "I'd think you've never had a woman in your room before."
He smirks and rolls his eyes. "Very funny. Room service should be here in a few minutes, so unless you want to give them a show, we should probably hold off for now." At the lift of her brow, he tilts his head. "Unless you're into that? Because I could totally be convinced."
She draws her bottom lip between her teeth, sweeps her gaze down his body. "Tempting," she drawls, "but I don't share."
"Good to know." He leans down anyway, cups her face in his hands and lowers his mouth to hers. Her hands slide under his shirt as he slicks his tongue into her mouth.
She tugs his shirt, and he starts to join her on the bed, places one knee on the mattress when there's a knock on the door.
"Room Service, Mr. Castle."
He tears his mouth from hers with a groan. "Hold that thought," he husks.
She disappears while he's talking to the employee, and after he tips the young man and shuts the door, he grabs the champagne, ignoring the glasses, and finds his companion outside.
She's in the small pool on the side of the balcony, a feature he's only used a couple of times in the week he's been there. She's leaning against the far wall, gazing out over the ocean, just enough of her back showing that he can tell it's bare. He smirks and sets the champagne on the table between the lounge chairs, and quickly removes his swim shorts, drops them onto the chair next to her diacarded bikini.
She turns when he steps into the pool, her eyes taking a slow journey down his body, lingering at his hardening cock. She glides through the water towards him, and he curls his fingers around the base of his cock, pumps a few times before her hand joins his.
His head falls back with a groan when she leans down and drags her tongue along his length, and he grips the back of her head, tangles his fingers in her hair. He's so lost in the warm, wet suction of her mouth that he barely notices that she releases him until she's kissing up his torso, her fingers exploring his skin.
"Go get a condom," she whispers, her lips brushing against his, sending tingles down his spine and directly to his cock.
He manages to open his eyes, and once he notices the deep flush of her skin, his cock does the impossible and hardens even more. "Do you want to go inside?" he husks, well aware that they're not exactly in a private area. Secluded, yes, and as far as he knows the suites closest to him are empty. But they are on an island in the middle of the ocean, and sound travels.
Kate shakes her head, her lips curling in a mischievous smirk. "No."
Rick grins and rushes back to grab a condom from the box on the nightstand. Fuck it. He has a gorgeous, horny woman in his private pool who has already blown his mind multiple times in the past 24 hours. Who is he to say no?
Kate is back at the opposite wall of the pool, facing him this time, and he quickly rolls the condom over his length before stepping back into the water.
It's only a few feet deep, so they both can easily stand. And, he discovers when he grabs her waist and lifts her against the wall, the perfect depth for fucking.
She wraps her arms and legs around him, and he holds her close to him with an arm wrapped around her back. He reaches between them with his free hand, and he grips his cock, slides into her with one quick thrust.
Her nails dig into his back as he kisses her, pistoning his hips as fast as he can. The water slows down his movements enough that he's tempted to relocate them to the bed so he can fuck her properly. But her hips are rolling into his and she's shoving her breasts in his face, so he just pins her against the wall, swirls his tongue across her nipples, and thrusts.
"Rick," she gasps, burying her fingers in his hair and holding him to her.
He releases her nipple with a loud smack, trails his lips up her neck to capture her mouth with his. "What do you need?" he murmurs, recognizing the light spasms around his cock. She's close, he can tell, and if the way she grips his ass and grinds against him is any indication, she's desperate for release.
She slides her hand between them, and he feels her fingers brush against his pelvis as she rubs her clit. "More," she breathes, her back arching, hips never letting up. "God-I-" She cries out, her back arching as she falls over the edge, spasming around him.
He groans and drops his head to her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her collarbone as he buries his cock in her and stills, his release coursing through him.
"Jesus Christ," he murmurs into her skin.
She laughs, carding her fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth up to meet hers. Their lips meet in a fury of passion, tongues tangling together, and he feels himself start to harden again, even while he's still inside her.
When her hips start to roll again he pulls back and starts guiding them towards the stairs. "Come on," he murmurs when she lifts a questioning brow. "I have more planned for you."
"Oh my God," Kate gasps hours later, falling back onto the bed, her chest heaving, skin flushed from her orgasm.
Rick shifts onto his side, following her, unable to stop touching her, kissing her. He trails his mouth along her hip, and even though he'd just made her come so hard she'd almost suffocated him, she lifts her hips at his touch. He swipes his tongue through the release coating her upper thighs, groaning at the taste, the tart sweetness that he's already addicted to.
Fuck, it's going to be hard to say goodbye.
He makes a mental note to get her number, her email address, literally anything that could help him stay in touch with her. He's had plenty of great sex, but nothing quite like what he's experienced with Kate. And she's going home tomorrow.
He sits up, much to her annoyance if her frustrated grunt is any indication, and grabs the champagne bottle from the nightstand. He takes a long swig, his eyes on her, and she glances at the bottle, her brows lifting and tongue dragging across her bottom lip.
He quirks a brow. "You want some more?" he asks, his voice a low husk as he tilts the bottle towards her.
She mirrors his look and glances down at his erection. "If you think I need to drink to have sex with you, you've terribly misunderstood the last two days," she teases, trailing her hand up his thigh.
His cock jumps when her fingers brush against it, and he leans down, presses his mouth to hers. She wraps one arm around his neck and deepens the kiss, and he finds himself getting lost in it, until the champagne bottle tips too far and spills onto her forehead.
She yelps and pulls away, wiping her face and raking her fingers through her hair. "Shit, that's going to be sticky. Don't say it," she adds, poking a finger into his chest. "It's gross."
"You didn't think being sticky was gross yesterday," he says, noting the way her chest and neck flush at the reminder. He moves so he's straddling her, one knee on either side of her hip, and he starts to tilt the bottle. "What if I promise to lick it up?"
She narrows her eyes, and before he can react, he's on his back, staring at her gloriously naked body above him, the champagne in her hand. "What-"
"I'd rather lick you," she husks, tilting the bottle over his chest until a stream of champagne comes out.
He jerks when the liquid hits his skin, but Kate's mouth follows, the heat of her tongue leaving a trail of fire as she drags it across his chest. "Fuck," he groans, his fingers gripping the bedsheets, hips lifting towards her. He aches with the desire to feel the warm, wet suction of her mouth on him, to have her bring him to the edge before sinking onto him, enveloping him in with her heat.
She seems determined to take her time, though, takes a long swig of the champagne, her throat bobbing as she swallows. She pours more on his stomach, and champagne pools in his navel, trickles towards his groin. She doesn't move right away, instead watches for several moments, until she leans down and licks down the trail of hair leading to his cock.
Every touch of her mouth against his skin, every exhale of breath, has him groaning and his cock twitching. His fists curl into the sheets under him, the only thing keeping him from grabbing her and fucking her until they both pass out.
She hovers over his erection, staring, almost studying, but she doesn't touch or taste him. He swells even more under her focused gaze, and he doesn't care if she uses his dick as a paintbrush if it means she fucking touches him.
Her name comes from his lips with a strangled groan, and she glances up at his face, a smirk on her perfect, luscious lips.
He wants to see those fucking lips wrapped around him, wants to bury his hand in his hair, hold her head still while he fucks her mouth, while she swallows his release. He wants to fucking do everything to her.
She apparently has different plans.
She grabs a condom, opening it and sheathing him in record time, and before he can even react, her fingers are around his base and she's sinking onto him.
Her head falls back as he enters her, and he bites back a string of curses when her wet heat envelops him, clenches him. He tenses his whole body, trying desperately to make this last, not to come too soon. But as soon as she moves, rotating her hips, sliding her hands up her torso to cup her own breasts, he jerks his hips and grunts with his release.
She opens her eyes and looks at him with a brow raised, and she squeezes him with her inner muscles, starts to rock her hips. In the back of his mind he thinks he should put on a new condom, but he's still hard as a rock, his orgasm doing nothing to sate him.
He digs his fingers into her thighs as she moves above him, her walls clenching around his cock, her hands cupping her breasts. She gasps when she pinches her nipples, and as he feels her start to spasm, he slides one hand to her center, drags her arousal to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. Her back arches when he touches her, and then she's falling forward, bracing her hands on his chest, her climax almost drawing another from him. He manages to hold off, though he lifts his hips into hers, thrusting into her as she grinds her clit against his hand.
When her shudders finally cease, he grips her waist and flips them, quickly putting on a fresh condom before slamming back inside her. He's relentless, his hips thrusting at a furious pace, sweat pooling at the small of his back as he chases his orgasm. Her eyes are screwed shut, mouth open in a wordless cry, her legs simply draped over his.
For a brief moment he considers turning her over, putting her on her knees and taking her from behind. But he wants to see her, to look in her eyes as she shatters again, for her to see the pleasure she gives him when he falls apart. So he leans forward, props himself up with one hand and grips her jaw with the other. Her eyes fly open, her pupils wide, a look of surprise on her face.
"Look at me," he growls, speeding his thrusts once again. God, he almost doesn't recognize himself, his rough voice or commanding tone. But she gives him a slow nod, so he crushes his mouth to hers, a messy meeting of lips and tongues.
He feels her orgasm approach, a sensation he's become very familiar with over the last two days, and he pauses briefly to adjust, determined for them to come together.
If today's the last time they ever see each other, he wants to be the one she never forgets. Because he already knows he'll always remember her. Nobody else will ever live up to Kate.
He sits up, immediately missing the body contact, but as soon as he drapes her legs over his thighs and tilts her hips so he sinks in deeper, he groans with relief.
With every thrust of his hips she rolls her own, meeting him stroke for stroke, one hand at her clit, the other pressed back against the headboard. He grips her ass, fingers digging into her flesh, and he glances down to where they're joined, at the marks that he's left on her inner thighs from his time spent between them. He watches his cock as it moves in and out, feels it swell at the sight of it covered in her wetness, the same wetness that coats her thighs, that he's tasted so many times over the past two days, that he doesn't think he could ever get enough of.
Her fingers slip off her clit and brush against his cock, and he comes undone.
He buries himself to the hilt, his head falling back with a shout, and he feels his cock pulse with his release. Her walls clench around him in familiar spasms, and she trails her fingers up his torso, her fingers wet with her arousal, and he can only give in as his hips jerk over and over again, his climax coming in waves until he finally collapses forward, his whole body slick with sweat.
He feels her hand between them, the telltale sign of her touching herself, and even though he can barely move, he manages to lift his head to look at her. He thought he felt her climax already, but once he sees her face, the familiar clench of her brow, he bats her hand away and replaces it with his, moves back enough so he slips out.
"You didn't come?" he asks in a barely recognizable voice.
She nods, but it's not a satisfied nod. "Yes, but-"
He slides three fingers inside her with no resistance, marveling for the briefest moment that she takes him so easily before sliding down to settle between her legs. "You need more." He slowly pumps his fingers, grins at the frustrated whine that comes from her. "I'll try not to take offense that you need more than my cock to be satisfied," he teases, pressing his thumb against her clit.
Her hips lift from the bed and he presses his other forearm on her lower stomach to keep her down. "No," he growls.
She snaps her head forward, glaring at him, but he just meets her stare, leans down, and without breaking eye contact, licks through her soaked folds, purposely avoiding her clit.
She grunts. "Fuck you," she snaps, but the roll of her hips against his hand betrays the sentiment.
He chuckles and licks up to her clit, scraping the nub with his teeth before laving it with his tongue. He curls his fingers inside her with insistent strokes, and she buries her fingers in his hair, holding him to her, and cries out with her release.
He wakes the next morning to the sound of his shower and a feeling of dread sitting heavy in his chest.
She's leaving today.
The last two days have been the best of his life, almost every minute spent fucking and sleeping and eating and just existing together. He still knows nothing personal about her save for her age, not her job or the city she lives in or her hopes and dreams, but he knows what she feels like around his cock, that she gives exceptional blow jobs - that thing she did with ice will supply his fantasies for a long time - and that if he curls his fingers and flicks his tongue just right she absolutely falls apart.
He slides out of bed and pads to the bathroom, pauses to brush his teeth before joining her in the shower. Kate has her back to him, but she glances over her shoulder and gives him a soft smile.
He wraps his arms around her waist from behind and tugs her into him, her back to his front. Her arms cover his and she leans her head back against his shoulder, presses her mouth to his jaw before nuzzling his neck. They just stand there, his lips against her temple, breathing her in, letting the steam from the shower hide them from the world.
It's strange, he thinks, to have a moment this quiet and tender after the whirlwind of the past two days, especially since Kate has been so insistent on keeping her personal life a secret. It makes him wish she was more willing to be open with him. At the very least, give him her last name.
"Kate," he murmurs, nuzzling her hair with his cheek. He brushes his lips across her forehead as he turns her in his arms. He drifts down her cheek, feels her breath stutter when he kisses the corner of her mouth. He pauses with his lips millimeters from hers, and he opens his eyes, his gaze boring into hers. He decides to ask one more time.
Maybe this time she'll say yes.
"Please."
Her eyes close and she gives the smallest shake of her head. They've had this conversation multiple times. She knows exactly what he's asking, and although he expects her answer, hearing the words rip his heart in two.
"I can't."
He doesn't argue; it isn't worth it, would just end their time on a sour note. Besides, they'd just talk in circles, repeating everything they've said already. She's not in an emotional place for a relationship, he deserves someone who lets him see all of them, and that's not her.
She can give him her body, but she can't give him her heart.
His own heart breaks for her.
He just nods. "Okay."
She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls his mouth to hers, slicks her tongue against his. They stay like that for a long time, just kissing, both of their bodies too tired for more, until the water goes cold and they're forced to get out.
She packs up her toiletries - the rest of her things are still in the room she'd shared with her friends - while he puts his shorts on and retrieves her discarded clothes from the floor. She emerges from the bathroom, and he rakes his gaze down her naked body one last time, committing it to memory before she dresses.
Fuck, he's going to miss her.
She slips on her sandals and sighs after dressing, looks around the room before stepping up to him. "Well," she says with a shrug, "I better go."
He nods and reaches out, takes her hands in his. "Yeah." He lifts their hands, brushes a kiss to her knuckles before leaning down and pressing his mouth to hers. She leans into him, opening her mouth at the gentle prod of his tongue, and he feels and hears her sigh when their tongues meet.
He lets go of her hands and grips her ass, tugging her into him, desperate to feel her body against his one more time, even clothed. After a few strokes of his tongue, he slows their kiss and pulls away, drops his forehead to hers.
She brushes a kiss to his mouth and steps out of his arms. "Take care of yourself, Rick," she says, her hand on the door handle.
He gives her a small smile. "You too." She mirrors his smile, and then she's gone.
ONE MONTH LATER
Meeting his fans is his favorite part of his job, but sometimes, he'd rather be somewhere, anywhere else.
Today, specifically, he's thinking of a certain suite in the Maldives, a certain brunette, and two glorious days of sun and sex.
His cock starts to harden in his jeans, and he clears his throat, lifts his gaze to the middle aged woman in front of him, smiles at the nervous look on her face. "Hi. Who can I make this out to?" he asks, Sharpie poised above his latest book.
After an hour the names and faces start to blur together, and although he looks up at each person, he stops seeing their faces.
Until a voice cuts through like a sharp knife through the fog of his routine.
"Kate."
His head snaps up and he forgets to breathe.
It isn't her. It can't be.
She takes a deep breath, and he hears the tremble when she exhales. "You can make it out to Kate."
All he can do is blink, his mind empty of all thought, the ability to form words stolen by the same person who stole his heart on the other side of the world.
He feels a push on his shoulder, and he looks up to find his publicist glaring at him. "Sorry," he says, shaking his head and turning back to Kate. "Um, it's good to see you."
She smiles. "You too."
"Um." He clears his throat and quickly signs his name before closing the cover and sliding it back across the table. "Can I see you? After, I mean," he adds.
She draws her bottom lip between her teeth and nods. "I'd like that."
It takes him almost an hour to get through the rest of the line, a long, torturous hour, but as soon as he finishes he pushes his chair back and goes in search of Kate. He finds her in the mystery section, his book open in her hands, and he can't help but grin.
"Like what you see?" he asks, chuckling when she jumps and tucks the book under her arm.
Her cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink, and she rakes her gaze down his body. "You know I do," she drawls in a low husk.
He clears his throat, willing his cock to hold off until he's not in public. Until he's back home, preferably naked, with Kate underneath him, also naked. "What-" His voice cracks, and his face warms. "Sorry, I'm usually capable of forming complete sentences. There's a café on the next block. Can I buy you a coffee?"
"You live in New York," he blurts as soon as they sit down. "We met on the other side of the world, and we live in the same damn city."
Kate chuckles and and curls her fingers around her cup. "I do. Well," she adds, "I didn't when we met. I moved back last week."
She takes a long drink, her eyes fixed on a point behind his shoulder. He has questions, so many questions, but he can almost see the wheels turning in her mind, so he stays silent, waits her out.
"I saw your book," she finally says. "In the airport, on my layover. I needed something to read, and I walked by a store, and there you were."
His lips turn up in a slow grin. "Like fate."
Kate rolls her eyes, but her smile lights up her face. "Sure, fate," she teases. "Or I just like mystery books. Either way, I bought it. Maybe I thought it would make me feel like you were still with me. I really liked it," she adds, her gaze softening. "You're almost as good with words as you are with, well, actions." Her cheeks flush and she looks down at the table, shrugs a shoulder. "Anyway, I went online to buy more, found out about your signing, and here I am."
"Here you are," he echoes. "So. You know my last name and what I do for a living. Any chance I can know a little more about you?"
Kate leans back in her chair, her gaze warm and soft, a smirk tugging at her lips, and his heart soars with optimism. "What do you want to know?" she asks.
"Everything."
-FIN-