Well he can’t control me, I thought later as I paced the length of my living room, anxious and unable to stop thinking about Terry. Thinking was getting me nowhere, so after a quick shower and change, I grabbed my keys and went to the man in person. The drive was too short for me to gather my thoughts, so I went straight to the front door and knocked while my heart beat like crazy inside my chest.
The locks disengaged and the door opened to reveal Terry’s squinting face. “Kat?”
I nodded and took a step forward. “It’s me. Invite me in, Terry.”
He stood up taller and slid one hand through his mussed hair, a smile slowly spreading across his face as he took a step back.
“You don’t need an invite Kat.”
***
“What are you doing here?” Terry’s tone was half sleepy and half curious, his shirtless body making my mouth water.
“I knew you wouldn’t come to me, and I wanted to see you. Is that all right?”
Suddenly I felt nervous, like the gawky teenage girl who’d fallen for him all those years ago. My heart raced against my chest like a runaway train, expecting the worst.
“It is. I just saw you. Earlier.” His lips quirked into a lazy grin that I desperately wanted to kiss.
I took a step forward. “That was earlier. This is now.” I felt as if this was something different between us. Something new. The heat swirled around us; the air electrified as we each moved until we were toe to toe. Eye to eye.
“Hey, Ter.”
His lips curled up again. “Hey, Kat. Good to see you.”
I put a hand on his shoulder and slid it up until the slight scruff of his jaw scraped against my palm. “It’s good to be seen by you.” Finally, my heart whispered. It was so damn good to look into those blue eyes and see the heat and appreciation. So, so good.
“Yeah?” His smile stole my breath and nearly melted my panties, so I just nodded. “Good,” he growled and brushed my hair aside so he could put his lips to that strip of skin between my neck and shoulder. “Very good.”
I moaned at the feel of his lips on my skin, his hands gripping my ass gently. “Terry.”
“I’m right here, Kitty Kat.”
I laughed, wondering how I ever could have hated that damn nickname because now, nothing sounded better coming from his lips. Except the moan I pulled from him when the back of my hand grazed his cock over his gray sweatpants.
“I can feel that,” he moaned.
I couldn’t wait any longer to taste those smiling lips, practically attacking him the way I wanted to do from the moment I knew what kissing a man felt like. This kiss was different, it wasn’t just hot and hungry and full of need. I mean, it was all those things but it was also something more. Something deeper as I slid my tongue between his lips, savoring the taste of maple syrup. “Pancakes?”
Terry laughed. “Waffles. For dinner,” he shrugged as if he thought I might judge him.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any more of that maple syrup, would you?”
It was my turn to laugh when his blue eyes darkened with heat and his hands tightened on my ass.
“You tryin’ to kill me, Kat?”
I took a step back and shook my head. “No, Terry, I’m trying to taste you.” I licked my lips and stuck my hand into the elastic waistband of his sweatpants that did nothing to hide the effect I had on him. His cock was hot and hard, that layer of velvet skin so irresistible I groaned as I gripped him and stroked in long slow strokes that pulled an erotic moan from him.
“Kat,” he growled and reached for my wrist, removing it from his sweatpants and tossing me over his shoulder in one smooth move, making only one short stop before he deposited me in the middle of his bed.
His mattress was firm but with a pillowtop that gave it just enough bounce to be fun. He stood at the foot of the bed; face twisted into carnal agony thanks to the erection tenting his sweats. In his hand, a small bottle of maple syrup.
“Gimme,” I smirked.
He smiled and held the bottle just out of my reach, forcing me off the bed.
“Come and get it.”
Oh, the teasing version of Terry was my absolute favorite, especially with his hair all mussed and his lips parted in a smile. I stood and grabbed the sash on my dress, giving it a tug until the knot unraveled and let the black wraparound fall to his bedroom floor.
“Fuck,” he growled at the sight of me in barely there lace the exact color of his eyes.
“That’s the idea, but first…the syrup.”
Before he could play more games, I grabbed the bottle and dropped to my knees, thankful he’d sprung for the plush carpeting even though nothing could have kept me from tasting his cock in that moment. In one quick yank, those sweatpants were around his ankles, his cock jutted out right in my face, a small pearl of liquid teasing me at his slit.
“Such a pretty cock.”
He grunted out a laugh as I took his cock in one hand and wrapped my mouth around the tip, sucking hard enough to make his legs quiver.
“Kat.”
“That’s me,” I told him with a smile as I popped the lid on the bottle and poured a light drizzle of syrup at the base of his cock, mesmerized by the path the liquid took over the thick vein that snaked toward the head of his shaft. “And this…is you,” I moaned and slowly licked and sucked the syrup from his cock. His balls. It was, without a doubt, the best, the hottest fucking blow job I’d ever given and my panties were soaked, my own body shook in anticipation as I savored the taste of him, knowing
