She stroked him harder, faster, as she spread her legs wider, giving him better access to her core. Ripples of pleasure raced down her spine as his fingers worked like magic, stroking her inner wall, in just the right spot to rapidly bring her to the brink.
His cock throbbed in her fist and she could tell he was coming as close as she was to climaxing.
His lips covered hers again, kissing her hard and with the passion of a man of desperation and her lips were his only salvation. His tongue thrust into her mouth, forcing her tongue into submission.
She bucked against his hand, urging his fingers deeper. Her pussy was beginning to throb, she was amazingly close. Seconds away. She became light-headed and cried out against his lips as she was overtaken by the rush of her desire. A flood of her juices greeted his probing fingers and dripped down her ass and onto his jacket.
Damon pulled his lips from hers and gazed into her eyes, the fire and tension in his eyes and expression, blaring. He kept stroking her, building her desire once more and she became swept away in a series of orgasms. Once the final tremor of her series of climaxes passed Damon removed his hand and placed a hand on either side of her head. His eyes grew darker, her desire reflected in them.
"Oh God, please come Damon. Please, come for me." She stroked him harder, faster.
"Stop or I'm going to come Kat," Damon groaned and captured her lips once more as he leaned into her.
His words only spurred her on. She needed to feel his cum, in or on her, she didn't care which as long as he gave in to her. His dick throbbed in her hand, as he prepared to release. Pulling her thin strip of wet lace aside she ran the head of his dick along her warm, moist slit and that became his undoing.
Damon pulled his lips from hers, and groaned low and feral as his cock thickened and a stream of his cum came shooting from the tip coating her mound and lower abdominals. Several more shots of his seed followed the first and the feel of his warm cum, dripping between her folds and covering her mound sent her spiralling over the edge once more.
Damon's body relaxed over hers and she released his shaft to slip her hands around his waist and hold tight to him.
"Get up!" Damon jumped back out of her embrace and took a couple steps back from her and the car.
"What?" Still reeling from her several orgasms and dripping with their combined fluids. Katrina sat up, and ran a shaky hand through her blonde locks, trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind as she watched him hurriedly do up his pants.
"Katrina! Hurry!" Taking her hand he pulled her unceremoniously from the hood of the car and tugged her skirt down. She stumbled against him, due to the combination of her heels sinking into the gravel and her slightly light-headed state.
A bright light spotlighting them made her realize the reason for his abruptness. A car was approaching and was in the process of stopping behind their car.
Awwwww shit. Their intimate time together was done. She spun around to see a police car, the driver's side door opening and a tall, thickly build officer stepping out. The headlights of the car blinded her from seeing anything more about him then his silhouette.
"So what's going on up here?" the officer asked, with a knowing tone in his voice.
Katrina cringed, feeling like a teenager caught by her parents doing something naughty. She supposed she was, but instead they were adults and it was a cop instead of their parents.
The officer stepped out of the light and Katrina let out a low sigh. Mark Glover.
"Hey Mark." Despite her relief, a tinge of embarrassment still lingered.
"Well, well, well Katrina Alexander. I haven't seen you around in a while." He turned his dark eyes over to Damon and his mouth went slack. "Holy shit! Damon Garratt." He stepped up to Damon and pulled him into a quick embrace. "Been a long time man."
"Since graduation," Damon confirmed.
Mark stepped back and gave his head a shake. "I can't believe you're back. For the reunion?"
Damon and Katrina nodded in unison.
"I'm in awe with how well you've done man," Mark continued. "I was going to go to the reunion, but we were short staffed tonight."
Katrina's eyes drifted over to Damon and saw him becoming slightly agitated. He gave Mark a tight smile and nodded. "Yeah. Not bad."
"Shit man. Not bad!" Mark turned to Katrina and jerked his thumb in Damon's direction. "Did you see the spread they had on him in..." He frowned. "Forbes maybe? Time. Dammit I can't remember. One of those. Read it while I was waiting for my daughter at the dentist office the other day."
Katrina cocked her head to the side and eyed Damon. His expression became impassive. "Really?"
"Oh yeah. They had their annual richest people in America list and he's the youngest person to have ever made that list." He looked back at Damon, awe in his expression. "Amazing man. Who'd have known. You were always a smart mother fucker, but..."
Katrina's mouth dropped open. She had no idea. She knew he'd done well, but to be one of the richest men in America! She was speechless.
"So are you two..." His grin widened, continuing to address Damon. "Back together?" He shifted his eyes back to Katrina.
Katrina glanced over at Damon and he caught her gaze.
"We're reconnecting," Damon offered. The way he said reconnecting sent a shiver through her. She was thankful for the darkness of the night, as she considered all the ways she'd like to reconnect with him, and felt the warmth colouring her cheeks. As the men caught up, in a busy banter she stood back and watched Damon. He was the same Damon, but there was so much more to him that she needed to learn.
Chapter 6
"So I was thinking..."
Katrina glanced over at Damon behind the wheel, brow raised waiting for him to continue.
"What's the chance of you getting the next week off?"
Katrina thought about her schedule. She had banquets all next week, every night, Monday to Sunday. "Horrible."
His face fell. "When do you work next?"
"Monday night."
"Can you get people to fill in?"
Katrina laughed, reached over and gave his thigh a squeeze. "Not if I want to pay the rent this month."
"What if money wasn't an issue?"
"But it is."
"What if it wasn't?" he persisted. "Could you get the week off?"
The hotel had just hired a group of new servers, so she supposed between Farrah and the new staff she could get the shifts covered. She looked over at him, catching his gaze. She knew what he was getting at. He was offering to pay her bills, but she wasn't sure how she felt about that.