Chapter 93

Kate wiggled her way out from under Jon's arm. He was still out cold from the party the night before and truth be told, she should have been just as comatose. Good Christ she hadn't had that level of alcohol in a few years. But with the alcohol came the desperate need to answer the call of nature.

She grabbed her robe and headed to the bathroom desperate for a toothbrush and a pee. Dancing her way to the door, she swore as she heard the shower going and a distinctive giggle with an answering male laugh. "Hell," she muttered.

It was beginning to be a daily occurrance. The day before she'd had to shower at work because the bunnies had taken to a morning fuck-a-thon in the shower as part of their routine. As if the bedroom, kitchen and living room wasn't enough for them.

"My next place will have either one more shower, or two less people," she grumbled as she slid back into her room.

She sighed and considered sliding back under the covers to try and sleep off the need or taking her mind off of the entire subject. The cream sheet lay low on Jon's hips, showing the smooth line of his back and mass of curls leading up to his scruffy face.

He'd learned early on that scruff had a hand in some pretty active afternoon delights, so he'd started shaving only every third day. Handily that third day was usually her day off. The scruff decided her waiting period. Loosening her belt she let her silky robe open as she crawled up the bed to straddle his butt. She quickly unwound the loose braid she slept in and let her hair fall around her shoulders.

Leaning forward, she let the ends trail over his back as she ran the tip of her tongue over each vertabre of his lower back. "Jonny..." she whispered.

When his only response was a groan and a flip from sleeping on his right cheek to his left she grinned and let her lips come into play. "Jonny..." she said with a little grumble. Her robe opened a little and she added in the soft skin of her breasts for a little extra teasing, desperately trying not to think of her overfull bladder. "Wake up, Sugar."

He grumbled and cracked one eye open before fully opening both eyes to the view on top of him. "Well good morning baby."

She grinned down at him, widening her hold on him so he could flip over. "Morning, Sugar." Her eyebrow rose. "And good mornin' little man."

He winced as he turned over, his brow rising as the obvious sounds of water washed over him giving rise to more than one urge. "They're at it again."

"Good Christ, don't get me started. I'm trying to distract myself here, Jon." She dropped down to kiss his neck, her fingernails scraping lightly through his fur. "I have about a gallon of wine in my bladder and a date with a toothbrush."

He reached up, fingers lightly dusting over her sides before pulling her in closer for a kiss, his tongue flashing like a feather over her lower lip. "Mmmm you taste ok to me babe."

"That's because you're easy," she said and shifted the sheet lower, guiding his silky smooth head to the still sore center of her. "Oh God," she moaned and slowly pushed forward. "Did you nail me to the bed all night? It's pretty hazy but my thighs feel like I was wrapped around a tree trunk all night."

His eyes twinkled as he thrust up, "Oh yeah baby, tree trunks r us." His nails slid over her back before moving to her chest to flick over her hardened rosy nubs. He grunted softly on the next upward thrust, and swore his eyes rolled back as she clenched. "Shit Katy."

"Wow," she said on a groan as the soreness gave way to the pleasure that was never far off. When he rose to seat himself deeper, she gasped as he filled her and latched onto her nipple. The heat inside of her and around her nipple triggered a quick rush of pleasure.

He groaned her name on a whisper as one thumb reached for and found purchase at the apex of her thighs. He held tight with a gentle pressure as his hips thrust harder, the need for her overwhelming all of his senses.

Her head fell back and her fingers held him tight to her breast. His name was a weak moan as she rode him harder. Nature's call forgotten as he pushed her for more. Never for the half measure, always everything.

He bucked upwards and twisted, rolling Kate to her back as he plunged downwards, one hand pulling her leg high on his hip as he seated himself deeper. His thumb brushed lightly over her clit as his lips and teeth vied for the skin of her neck.

She arched her back and muffled the cry of his name into his shoulder as she sunk her teeth in. The smooth skin and muscle warm in her mouth as she shuddered and bucked beneath him, conscious to let go, realizing he would bruise. Taking a little satisfaction in the branding as he destroyed her.

His grunts fell as he pistoned harder, his hips flexing with the fluid force of his movements. grazing teeth over a nipple he pulled it lightly between his teeth, a hiss leaving him as she bit down. "Jesus woman, " His thumb brushed over that sweet bundle of nerves again, as his world narrowed to her sweet pulsing walls and his cock so securely wrapped within them.

"Just you," she pushed his hand away and wrapped her arms and legs around him, the connection as scary as it was necessary. Holding onto the thin edge of sanity she felt the room slip away and only his skin and his breath on hers as she slid her fingers into his hair, aligning their mouths.

He continued his moves, his tongue mimicking his cock’s movements as his kiss deepened. His mind was blank to all things except the woman beneath him and the abyss of pleasure that was opening in front of them. "God Katy..."

Her head fell back as his mouth found her neck and the spot that always finished her off. The rough line of his beard mixed with the softness of his skin and the friction of his body until the scream wouldn't be denied. Her nails raked down his back and held onto his muscled ass as he pumped into her. "God, yes," she said on a hoarse growl of release, meeting him stroke for stroke.

As her magic walls bit down and clenched he growled, his cock expanding before spilling deep within her. His head dropped to rest on her shoulder as he scrambled for a breath or thought, anything to reel his senses back in. A smile coasted onto his lips as he slid them upwards to her cheek. "Katy Katy Katy..." incapable of much more than her name he finally rolled to his back, pulling her tightly too him.

Her leg lay heavy across his thighs as her cheek landed on his chest. Unable to move or even think about breathing, she shuddered as the aftershocks took her into that sleepy half awake state. His fingertips traced her back and threaded through her hair as she listened to the shower. "He's paying the water bill," she muttered breathlessly. "And I still have to pee, dammit, though my legs won't work just now."

Jon chortled lightly, "I could go pound on the wall baby."

"In a minute." She sucked in a breath. "I think I died. Maybe I won't have to go."

He pulled her tighter, his fingers massaging her scalp deeply. "You feel pretty lively babe."

"It's all a facade," she said and pressed a weak kiss to his chest. "You're just used to killing women. Jesus, you," she rolled her forehead along his skin. "Seriously...I don't want to fuel that ego you have but...Fuck."

A slight grip slipped onto his lips at her admission. His brows waggled as his hands glided along her silk and sweat. "Thank you, I think."

"I concede," she said and laughed. They lay there for awhile, the water and the sounds from the next room driving them to an uncomfortable state once more.

She heard the water shut off and a few more giggles. When the door opened, she shot off the bed and into her robe in seconds. "Outta my way you prunes!" she said and slammed the door in Richie's face.

"What happened?" Richie said and cinched the towel at his waist.

Jon called out from the bedroom laughing, "Bout damn time you remembered other people MIGHT need the bathroom Asshole!"

"Oh," Richie laughed and scooped up Elena over his shoulder. "That's okay, we'll be in the bedroom for the next hour anyway. Have at it," he called out.

"ALREADY DID IDIOT!" Jon snorted. "Bathrooms aren't the ONLY way you know."

"It's the only way to start off the day, bro. Where else can you start dirty and end up clean with such a smile on your face!"

Jon flipped him the finger, then realized they couldn't see it. Rolling from the bed he careened to the door and banged into it with a grunt. "Hey asshole!"

Richie stopped at the door, a big hand slapping Elena's rump playfully. "I'm busy here!"

Jon lifted his hand and flipped him the bird. "Just wanted to give you this." He turned and ambled back to the bed and fell on it face first. Kate was gonna kill him before he ever hit 25, he just knew it.