Page 26 of Consummation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #3)

Nineteen

Josh

“Here you go,” Bridgette says, handing me a glass filled with tequila and an opened bottle of Patron.

“Thanks,” I say. I put the bottle on a little table next to me, lean back in my armchair, and shift my dick in my pants, my eyes fixed on Kat. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed in her bra and panties, her body visibly trembling, her skin covered in goose bumps.

“Can I put some music on?” Bridgette asks.

I nod and Bridgette leaves the room, striding away confidently on her impossibly long legs.

Kat and I stare at each other, both our chests heaving.

Have Kat’s tits always been this perfect? And that belly ring of hers—damn, it slays me. The way her blonde hair falls around her shoulders... I can’t get enough of her. I swig the tequila in my glass and shift my dick in my pants again.

“Sugar” by Maroon Five begins blaring—not at all what I would have picked—this song’s the musical equivalent of a fucking chick flick. But Kat’s exuberant face makes it clear she’s thrilled with the song choice and that’s good enough for me.

Bridgette re-enters the room, shaking her ass to the song.

“I love this song,” Kat says.

Bridgette joins Kat on the end of the bed. “Me, too, pussycat.” She places her hand on Kat’s knee and Kat jolts at Bridgette’s touch.

My cock twitches at the sight of them sitting together, both of them barely clothed.

Oh shit. This is really happening. I’ve done this multiple times, of course, but never like this .

Never with a woman I love—wait, no—not a woman I love— the woman I love—the only one.

Oh my God, it’s true. Kat’s the only woman I’ve ever truly loved, heart and soul—and, holy fuck, she’s really doing this for me.

Or so she says. God help me, if this is a test—if Kat’s actually hoping I’ll stop everything, the same way she expected me to stop her from kissing Henn in Vegas, the same way she expected me to whisk her away from Bridgette the last time.

Because, if so, she’s gonna be sorely disappointed—I’m not stopping shit this time around.

I take another swig of my drink.

Bridgette runs her hand up and down Kat’s arm. “Relax,” she coos. “Ssh, pussycat—just relax.” She strokes the full length of Kat’s thigh. “Take a deep breath.”

I smirk. This is so fucking awesome.

Kat takes a deep breath and her breasts visibly strain in her pink pushup bra.

Oh my God, I feel like my dick’s gonna explode, this is so fucking hot. Is this normal? Shouldn’t I be sweeping Kat into my arms and making love to her, showing her my new tattoo and saying the magic words? Because that’s exactly what I’m gonna do—I swear to God— right after this .

Bridgette leans in and whispers something into Kat’s ear, and Kat nods and whispers something back.

“Could you ladies speak up, please?” I say.

Both women turn their heads and look at me.

“I’d like to hear what you say to each other,” I say. “Please.”

Kat’s blue eyes are trained on me like lasers. “Your wish is my command,” she says, one side of her mouth hitching up. “Bridgette said she had a sex dream about me the night we first met.”

“I did,” Bridgette says. “It made me come in my sleep.”

My cock jolts.

“And what I said to Bridgette in reply was, ‘That makes me so wet, honey—my clit is throbbing.’”

My chest constricts. Jesus Christ. I gulp down the rest of my tequila and put the glass down on the table.

“Enough talking, pussycat,” Bridgette says. She leans in slowly and lays a soft, closed-mouth kiss on Kat’s lips.

“Hang on,” Kat says softly. She turns her head and gazes at me, clearly asking for permission to continue.

I nod. Fuck yeah, I do.

Kat’s eyes darken and burn. She turns her face toward Bridgette again. “I’m ready, baby. ”

I can barely breathe.

Bridgette cups Kat’s face in her hands, leans in, and kisses her lips gently, and, much to my shock, Kat leans into Bridgette, slides her palm onto Bridgette’s smooth cheek, cupping her jawline, and shoots her glistening tongue straight into Bridgette’s gorgeous mouth.

Oh my fuck.

I quickly unzip the front of my pants and pull down my briefs, freeing my hard-on from its bondage, breathing like I’m on a fucking treadmill.

Oh my fuck. Well, it’s official. Emma was right—I really am a sick fuck.

I’m supposed to be at my new house right now, telling Kat I love her for the first time to the dulcet sounds of fucking Mozart, but instead, I’m watching the woman I love play tonsil-hockey with an almost-nude bisexual supermodel, my hand stroking my hard dick.

Am I really this depraved? Well, apparently so, because I’m finding this hot as fuck.

The two women are kissing passionately now—and, from Kat’s body language, it’s clear to me she’s not pretending to be turned on. Holy fuck, she’s genuinely on fire. She’s so fucking sexy, it’s like she’s another species of woman altogether. I’ve never seen anything like her, paid or otherwise.

I grasp my shaft and work myself with more urgency.

Every little arch of Kat’s back, every shudder of her tight little body, every soft lapping noise of her tongue and lips is making my cock jolt and throb in my hand.

Oh, fuck, I love this woman. I thought I knew what love was with Emma, but I was an idiot.

This is love. Right here. This. There’s no one else like Kat Morgan in the world. She’s perfect.

Kat reaches behind Bridgette’s back and unclasps her bra, and Bridgette’s bountiful breasts bounce free. Bridgette quickly finishes the job and tosses her bra off and then returns the favor, unclasping Kat’s bra and practically ripping it off her body.

Both women are topless now. Their nipples are erect, straining toward the other’s. They’re moaning softly, breathing hard—both of them obviously turned-on.

And so am I. Oh my fuck, so am I.

Bridgette stands and pulls off her undies, revealing her fully waxed pussy underneath, and even from here, I can see goose bumps rise up on Kat’s skin at the sight of her naked body.

Bridgette pulls Kat to standing, whispering something into her ear again. Motherfucker, I wanna tell Bridgette to speak the fuck up, but I couldn’t talk right now if the hotel were burning down around us.

The women are standing nose to nose. Breast to breast. Nipple to nipple. Bridgette leans forward and her nipples brush gently against Kat’s.

An involuntary groan escapes me. Oh, shit.

Bridgette kneels and begins pulling Kat’s G-string down slowly—kissing her hipbone as she does it.

My cock lurches. I can’t breathe. I feel dizzy.

As Kat’s panties reach her knees, she turns her head and looks straight at me, her eyes drunk with arousal, her chest rising and falling visibly. Her eyes drift down to my hand pumping up and down my hard shaft, and then back up to my face. She licks her lips. “Yes?” she asks, her breathing ragged.

I nod, incapable of speaking.

Bridgette lays a kiss on the inside of Kat’s thigh, drawing Kat’s attention away from me. She reaches between her legs and runs her fingers over the top of Bridgette’s blonde head, and then rakes her fingers passionately through Bridgette’s thick, shiny hair.

Bridgette lets out a low moan of excitement and Kat replies with a moan of her own.

Holy fuck, I’m gonna blow.

Kat’s undies are completely off. She’s nude with a head of long, blonde hair bobbing and moving between her legs—a blonde head attached to perfect fucking tits and an un-fucking-believable ass and perfectly curved hips and toned thighs, and oh my fucking God I’m about to fucking blow.

Bridgette’s lips trail up from Kat’s thigh toward her pussy. She’s an inch away from the money and obviously going in for the kill.

“Wait,” I choke out, shocking myself. “Stop.”

Both women freeze and look at me. They’re panting, heaving, trembling with arousal—and so am I.

“Don’t touch her pussy,” I say. “Her pussy’s all mine.”

Bridgette looks up at Kat, incredulous, but Kat’s looking at me, her mouth hanging open in shock.

“Kat’s pussy’s all mine,” I murmur, gaining my equilibrium. “She’s got a magic pussy and it’s all mine. ”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bridgette bellows, clearly on the verge of losing her shit.

“Ssh.” Kat puts her slender hand on Bridgette’s head, signaling her to stay put and cool her jets.

Kat begins stroking Bridgette’s hair like she’s a kitten.

“My pussy’s all yours, baby,” Kat coos to me, still stroking Bridgette’s hair.

“But just this once Bridgette’s gonna lick my pussy and make me come really, really hard, solely for your pleasure.

” Her eyes flicker. “She’s our Mickey Mouse roller coaster, babe—just this once. And then never again.”

Kat brushes her fingertips against her own erect nipples and bites her lower lip and it’s suddenly crystal clear to me Kat’s not doing this for me at all.

Maybe it started out that way for her—in fact, I’m sure it did—but now, in an unexpected turn of events, doing this is getting Kat off more than she ever expected.

I thought I’d caught a tiger tonight, but I’m suddenly realizing I’m the asshole gripping the tiger by its fucking tail.

And for some reason, this realization turns me the fuck on.

I nod slowly, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Kat smiles devilishly and looks down at Bridgette kneeling on the floor. “Eat me like you’re a world class whore who charges a million bucks a night and your only job is to give me my money’s worth. Can you do that for me?”

Bridgette shoots me a steely look that quite clearly says, “Fuck you, asshole,” and then she leans with exaggerated flourish into Kat’s waxed pussy and begins lapping at her clit with outrageously enthusiastic swirls of her glistening tongue.

At the touch of Bridgette’s effusive tongue, Kat throws her head back, grips Bridgette’s hair, and releases a guttural growl.