Chapter 24: The first kiss
The gentle pressure of the kiss shattered into something desperate and hungry. The soft exploration of tongues became a fierce, claiming dance. Garrett’s hands, which felt so small and delicate in his own, tangled in the short, familiar hair at the back of his head—her head. It was a dizzying feedback loop of sensation, touching and being touched by a body that was, in every way, his own.
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. His own face stared back at him, flushed, lips swollen. “I can’t… fuck, this is…”
“I know,” Katy breathed, her voice a ragged copy of his own. Her hands—his strong, broad-palmed hands—slid under the fabric of his shirt, skating over the smooth skin of her own waist. The touch made him gasp. It was her skin, but it was his nerve endings screaming in response. “Just don’t think. We can’t think.”
He nodded, a frantic, jerky motion. Thinking was the enemy. Thinking brought the wrongness, the taboo, the crushing weight of their situation. This was about feeling. Survival.
They tore at each other’s clothes, a clumsy, frantic scramble of limbs. Buttons strained and popped. Fabric ripped. There was no artistry to it, only a raw, urgent need to feel skin against skin. To complete the circuit the book had demanded.
Soon they were naked, tangled in the center of the vast cream-colored bed. The city lights glittered, indifferent witnesses to their impossible coupling.
The city lights glittered, indifferent witnesses to their impossible coupling. Katy, breathing heavily, looked down at the body beneath her—her own body, flushed and trembling. "I need to taste it," she heard herself say, her voice gruff with a stranger's desire. "I need to know what I feel like."
Garrett could only nod, his mind a white noise of anticipation and dread. He watched, mesmerized, as his own familiar form shifted down the bed, those strong shoulders nudging his—her—thighs apart. The cool air hit her wetness, a sensation so intimately hers yet completely alien to him now.
Then he felt it. The rough, hot swipe of a tongue, his tongue, across the most sensitive part of her. "Oh, god," he choked out, his back arching off the sheets. It was too much, an electric shock directly to his spine. Katy, in his body, was a quick study, her focus absolute as she laved and suckled at the swollen clit.
"Just there?" she murmured, the vibration against his flesh making him gasp. "Fuck, you're so responsive." She abandoned all pretense of finesse, zeroing in on that single, throbbing point with a relentless, circular pressure. His hips bucked uncontrollably, his own hands fisting in the sheets.
The climax tore through him without warning, a sharp, blinding detonation that left him seeing stars. He cried out, a high, broken sound, as waves of pleasure-pain radiated out from his core. Before the spasms had even fully subsided, he felt the blunt pressure of two fingers at her entrance.
"Wait," he panted, but the protest was weak, useless. She pushed them inside, deep, the stretch a familiar and welcome burn. "Oh, shit." She curled her fingers, finding a rhythm that was brutally efficient, scraping against a spot deep inside that made his vision blur.
He came again, a weaker, shuddering release that felt more like a surrender. Tears welled in his eyes from the overwhelming sensitivity. Katy watched him, fascinated, as she slowly withdrew her slick fingers. "Not yet," she breathed, her eyes darting to the nightstand.
She retrieved the black silicone plug, cool and menacing. Garrett flinched as she coated it with their combined wetness. "Relax," she said, not unkindly, pressing the tip against his—her—tight ring of muscle. He felt a bizarre, out-of-body fascination watching his own face concentrate as she worked the plug into her ass.
The initial stretch was a sharp, burning pressure that made him gasp. Katy’s eyes were wide, fixated on the sight of her own asshole yielding, stretching obscenely to swallow the invading object. "Look at that," she whispered, her voice thick with a twisted wonder. She began to push it in and out, just a little, each movement a fresh violation.
The slow, deliberate drag of the silicone was a violation that sent shivers up his spine, a weird mix of pain and a deep, unsettling thrill. Katy watched, utterly transfixed, as the dark toy emerged from the tight, pink ring of muscle, glistening and streaked with evidence of its intrusion. A low, guttural sound escaped her throat as she observed the way the flesh struggled to close, gaping slightly before contracting back into a tender pucker.
"Fuck, look at that," she breathed, her voice rough with a hunger that was entirely new to him. She tossed the plug aside onto the cream-colored sheets, its purpose served for now. Her cock, thick and painfully hard, twitched against his thigh as she shifted her weight, lowering her head between his legs once more.
This time, her target was different. The warm, wet flat of her tongue swiped up from his perineum, a slow, filthy stroke that ended at the very center of that sensitive, stretched entrance. Garrett jolted, a choked gasp catching in his throat. "Katy, what are you—"
"Shhh," she murmured, her breath hot against his asshole. "I just cleaned it. Now it's mine." She didn't just lick; she ate, her tongue pushing insistently against the loosened ring, fucking into him with a crude, wet pressure that made his toes curl. The obscene, slurping sounds filled the quiet room, a soundtrack to his degradation.
She pulled back, her own face—his face—flushed and slick with saliva. "It reminds me of something," she said, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. Her thumb found his asshole again, rubbing slow, possessive circles around the rim. "Dominique and our date the other night."
Garrett froze, his mind reeling..
Her thumb was still working his ass, a slow, maddening circle, and the name ‘Dominique’ hung in the air like a physical blow. Garrett’s mind, already swimming in a stew of sensation and wrongness, seized on it. “What about her?” he managed, his voice tight.
A slow, predatory smile spread across Katy’s face—his face. “She was so eager for you,” she murmured, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through his body. “Couldn’t keep her hands off me. Off this.” She gave his cock a rough, possessive stroke. “We got back to her place, and she was on her knees before I’d even closed the door.”
Her fingers, slick from her mouth, pressed harder against his hole, mimicking a slow, shallow penetration. “She took me in her mouth, deep, gagging on it like a little slut.” Katy’s eyes were glazed, lost in the memory. “But that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to see that tight, proper little ass of hers.”
Garrett felt a sick, hot twist in his gut, a confusing mix of jealousy and arousal. This was his girlfriend. His body. “You didn’t.”
“Oh, I fucking did,” Katy breathed, her voice dropping. She shifted, positioning the swollen head of his cock at her entrance, not pushing, just resting it there, a terrible promise. “I bent her over that ugly velvet couch she loves so much. I spit on my hand and rubbed it over her little pink asshole.” She leaned forward, her mouth close to his ear. “She was so tight, Garrett. Tighter than this.”
With a single, brutal thrust, she sheathed herself inside him. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming, a burning, filling pressure that stole his breath. He cried out, a sharp, broken sound, his nails digging into her shoulders.
“She screamed,” Katy grunted, beginning to move, a slow, punishing rhythm that was all about possession. “But she didn’t tell me to stop. She pushed back against me, begging for more.” Her hips snapped forward, driving deeper, and Garrett’s vision swam. “I fucked her raw, Garrett. No condom. I wanted to feel every inch of her shitting hole squeezing my cock.”
The vulgarity, paired with the relentless, deep penetration, unraveled him. Each thrust was a punctuation to her filthy story. He could see it, Dominique bent over, his body—Katy’s body—pounding into her, taking what wasn’t hers to take.
“She took all of it,” Katy gasped, her rhythm becoming frantic, animalistic. “Every last inch. I buried my balls deep in her ass and filled her up.” Her voice was a ragged growl. “I came so hard inside her I saw stars. Your girlfriend’s ass is full of my come.”
Your girlfriend’s ass is full of my come.”
The words hung in the air, a final, degrading truth that should have shattered the moment. Instead, it ignited something primal and desperate in Garrett. The violation of Dominique, the crude possession of his own body, it all melted into the white-hot fire of his own need. He came around her, his cunt clenching in a series of violent, helpless spasms that had nothing to do with thought and everything to do with the brutal, perfect fullness of her inside him.
Katy stilled, her hips pressed flush against his ass, feeling the internal contractions milking her cock. She watched his face, his—her—features twisted in a ecstasy so complete it was almost pain. A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. “You liked that,” she breathed, not a question but a statement of fact. “You liked hearing how I ruined her with your dick.”
She withdrew from his pussy with a wet, slick sound, her cock glistening and hard. Before Garrett could process the loss, she was moving down his body, her intent clear and terrifying. She pushed his thighs back towards his chest, exposing him utterly. “Now let’s see if I can ruin this.”
Her mouth descended on his cunt, but this was nothing like before. There was no teasing, no build-up. Her tongue was a ruthless, flat pressure against his clit, lapping at the mess of his orgasm with a greedy, animal hunger. Garrett cried out, his hands flying to her hair, not to push her away but to hold her there, to force the sensation deeper.
Then he felt the blunt, insistent pressure of a single finger, slick with his own fluids, pressing against his asshole, still loose and sensitive from the plug. His eyes flew open in shock. “Katy, wait—”
She didn’t wait. She pushed. The finger, his own thick, strong finger, slid into his ass with a shocking, smooth ease. The dual assault was overwhelming—the rough, rhythmic suction on his clit and the deep, foreign penetration in his ass. His body arched, a bowstring pulled taut, every nerve ending screaming in a confused riot of pleasure.
“Fuck, yes, take it,” Katy growled against his wet flesh, her voice muffled. She began to fuck his ass with that single finger, a slow, corkscrewing motion that scraped against a place inside him he never knew could feel like this. The pressure built, a coiling, impossible tension in his core, different from anything he’d ever felt.
Her finger crooked, pressing hard, and her mouth sealed over his clit, sucking with a vicious, relentless pressure. The world dissolved into a pinpoint of sensation. There was no thought, no taboo, no wrongness. There was only the mounting, unbearable pressure, a dam about to break.
It broke. A gush of clear fluid, not the pulsing throb of his earlier orgasm, but a hot, sudden torrent, erupted from him, flooding Katy’s mouth. She pulled back, choking slightly in surprise, the liquid dripping from her chin. She stared at the slickness coating her lower face, then up at Garrett’s stunned, blissed-out expression.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, her voice full of a genuine, shocked awe. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking at the moisture. “I never… that never happened to me. Not once.” A slow, possessive smile returned to her face. “But it just happened to you.”