Page 47 of Consummation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #3)

Thirty

Kat

“I’ve got a present for you,” I coo as Josh lays me down on the bed.

“Oh yeah?” Josh pulls off his shirt, revealing his gloriously muscled and tattooed torso.

“Oh my God,” I say, ogling him.

Josh pulls down his pants and briefs, letting his straining donkey-dick spring free.

“Sweet Baby Jesus,” I blurt. “I feel like my clit’s a lawnmower and you just yanked its starter-cord.”

Josh smiles wickedly. “Oh, the things I’m gonna do to you, hot momma.” He advances on me like a panther.

“Wait. Close your eyes.”

Josh exhales like I’ve asked him to stop and change the oil in my car. “You’re killing me, Smalls,” he says.

“Close ’em, Playboy. I’ve got a surprise for you. It’ll take five seconds and then you can do whatever you please to me.”

Josh settles onto his knees next to me, his naked body taut, his erection massive. “You’ve got twenty seconds and then I can’t be held responsible for what this dick might do to you.”

I pull my sundress off, revealing my leopard-print-electric-blue bra and undies underneath, and carefully cover my hipbone with my palm.

“Okay,” I say. “Open.”

Josh opens his eyes. “Great surprise. You’re gorgeous. Now lie back.” He pushes me back gently.

“No, you fool,” I say. “I haven’t shown you the surprise yet.”

Josh exhales again.

“You ready?” I ask.

Josh motions to his straining dick in reply .

I bite my lip and remove my hand, revealing the temporary “tattoo” Sarah drew on my hip with a Sharpie pen while we watched About Time in the other room.

“For you, Playboy,” I say, unveiling the famous Playboy-rabbit-head-logo drawn onto my hip.

“I can’t get a tattoo while pregnant—apparently, there’s a risk of infection or whatever—but I finally figured out what I’m gonna do for my second tattoo after the baby’s born. ”

Josh’s hard-on visibly twitches. “Aw, you’re gonna get a boyfriend tattoo?”

I nod.

Josh’s sapphire eyes smolder. “Sounds pretty serious, babe.”

“Oh, it is—as serious as it can be.”

Josh advances on me slowly, his taut muscles flexing, his hard-on huge, and slowly pushes me onto my back. He deftly removes my bra and, the minute my breasts bounce free, he buries his face into my cleavage and motorboats my boobs, making me giggle.

“I’ll be damned, your pretty titties might actually be getting a little bit bigger, babe,” he says.

I look down at myself. “Really?”

“Maybe. Lemme double check.” He takes my left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around.

I let out a soft moan.

“Yeah, definitely,” he says. He runs his palm over my belly. “And you’re a tiny bit rounder here, too, I think.”

My heart lurches into my mouth with excitement. “You really think so?” I sit up, completely distracted from our imminent fuckery. “Do you think I’m finally pooching?” I look down and poke myself with my fingertip.

“Lie back down, babe,” Josh says, pushing me back. “I’ll examine you and let you know for sure.”

I stare down at myself. “I think you might be right. Look .” I poke my belly again and there’s definitely a little pooch under my fingertip. “I put on my favorite skirt this morning and it didn’t fit quite right but I thought I was imagining it.”

Josh pushes gently on my shoulders again. “Lie back, beautiful.”

“By the end of this trip, nothing I packed is gonna fit right,” I say, my skin buzzing. “I’m probably gonna need maternity clothes any day now, babe, and I didn’t pack any. ”

“Lie back, hot momma,” Josh persists. “We’ll go shopping in Buenos Aires if we need to—surely, there are pregnant women there, too. Relax .” He peels off my undies while licking my neck and firmly pushes me back onto the bed.

“Do you really think I’m showing?” I breathe.

“Oh yeah.” He licks my ear and slides his fingers between my legs. “Definitely. What fruit is the baby now?”

“A lemon.”

“A lemon ?” He shudders like I just said a dirty word. “God- damn , I’ve got a pregnant-woman fetish these days.” His fingers are massaging me. His lips are on mine. His tongue is in my mouth. “My sexy little baby-momma,” he whispers.

He begins trailing kisses down my body, heading slowly toward my bull’s-eye—and when his warm, wet tongue finally reaches my clit, I arch my back and exhale, settling in for what’s surely going to be a delicious ride.

But just as Josh’s mouth begins devouring me in earnest, the unmistakable sound of Sarah having an orgasm in the other bedroom wafts into our room.

The sound is muffled, and oddly restrained, like Sarah’s trying her damnedest to be quiet but utterly failing.

Josh lifts his head and looks at me, a smirk on his gorgeous face, and we both giggle. “Sounds like they’re having fun.”

I snort.

Josh sits up, his eyes dark with desire. “You wanna play a game, Party Girl?”

I bite my lip. “What kind of game?”

Josh lies alongside me, grabs a pillow, and places it under his head. He licks his lips. “Have a seat, babe.” He waggles his tongue at me, making my clit flutter.

“That’s the game?” I ask. “I sit on your face?”

“No, the game is you sit on my face and try not to scream the way Sarah just did. If you scream, I win—if you don’t, you win.”

I smirk. “Am I trying not to come —or trying not to scream when I do?”

“Oh, you’re gonna come—there’s no doubt about that.” He licks his lips with an exaggerated motion. “In fact, I’m gonna eat your pussy ’til I make it rain.” He snickers. “And good fucking luck not screaming through that . ”

“Babe, the walls are so thin. I have no desire for Jonas and Sarah to hear me climaxing.”

Josh shrugs. “So does that mean you accept my challenge?”

“Of course. And I assure you, I’m gonna win. I’m a sniper, baby—total control.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“What do I get when I win?”

“If you can squirt without waking half of Caracas, then I’ll be your sex slave for the rest of the night.

Command me as you please, hot momma.” He begins stroking his erection, a pervy gleam in his eye.

“But if I make you scream louder than Sarah just did, then you’re all mine, every fucking inch of you, for the rest of the trip. ”

I giggle. “Sounds like I’m gonna come out a winner in this game either way.”

Josh adjusts the angle of the pillow under his head and makes a loud smacking sound like he’s calling a horse. “Come on, m’lady—hop aboard your valiant steed. I’m thirsty for some lemonade.”

“Oh my God, Josh. That’s disgusting.”

He laughs and continues stroking his hard-on.

“You really are a sick fuck, you know that?” I say, crawling over his face.

“Yes, I am.”

After positioning myself carefully over Josh’s beautiful mouth, I lower myself onto his lips and immediately sigh with pleasure at the sensation of his warm tongue penetrating me. “Oh, God,” I say. “That’s so good, babe.”

Josh growls underneath me and slides his finger into my ass and I jerk my pelvis against him like I’m slowly fucking his face.

Within minutes, my skin pricks with goose bumps and my toes curl—and it’s quite clear to me I’m gonna lose this goddamned bet.

Oh, God, yes, I’m gonna lose this motherfucking bet by a landslide— which means, of course, I’m gonna win.

“I love you,” I breathe, my pleasure ramping up. “Oh my God, yes, babe—oh, my fucking-motherfucker-fuck. Yes .” I bite the tip of my finger, trying to relieve the pressure rising inside me, but it’s no use. This is just too freaking good. Oh my God, yes.

Josh growls underneath me again and slips his finger right up my ass and the wall of my vagina contracts sharply. Josh’s lips and tongue continue voraciously eating me and my body tightens again, and then again, ratcheting itself up for what promises to be an outrageous release.

“ I love you so much, ” I choke out, fondling my breasts. “Oh, God, I love you.” But those are the last coherent words I utter before letting out a scream that’s not only sure to be heard by Jonas and Sarah in the next room, it’s no doubt going to awaken the entire continent of South America, too.