Page 49 of Infatuation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #1)

I semi-chuckle—my brain knows that was funny—but I’m too wound up to laugh. I can barely stand, I’m so frickin’ aroused.

I run my hands over the “Grace” tattoo on his muscled chest, convulsing with excitement as I do, and then across his “OVERCOME” tattoo scrolling across his ripped lower abs. Oh God, I’m beginning to feel desperate for him.

He leans forward and kisses me, caressing my breast as he does, and I reach down hungrily to unfasten his pants.

I open his belt and zipper and quickly open the front of his pants.

His humongous bulge is trapped inside simple white briefs. I yank feverishly on his underwear and he pulls them off .

I look down at his naked body and convulse with pleasure at the sight of him. Holy fuckballs, he’s the sexiest man alive.

Josh embraces me and I melt into his arms, shaking with excitement.

His lips are on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my back. He gropes my ass and skims his fingers inside my ass crack and I moan involuntarily. Oh God, I’m losing my fucking mind with anticipation.

“Fuck me already,” I say. “ Please .”

I pull back from him and grasp his shaft, twitching with arousal as I do—and at my eager touch, Josh grips the back of my hair, pulls my head back and leans right into my face.

“You’ve been torturing me—so now I’m torturing you.”

He kisses me deeply, still gripping my hair, making my knees buckle.

“I like hearing you beg,” he breathes. “As you should.”

I’m reeling. I can’t think straight. I feel like I’m losing hold of my sanity. Why won’t he do it already? I’ve already waited far too long.

“Please,” I beg.

He smiles wickedly. “Oh my God, the things I’m gonna do to you,” he whispers, almost to himself.

He grabs his pants off the floor, fishes into his pocket, and pulls out a foil packet.

Ten seconds later, he looks up from rolling the condom onto his erection, growls, turns me around abruptly and guides my shuddering body to the nearby table.

Good lord, I can’t remember the last time a man turned me on this much. I’m non-functional—his for the taking, any which way he pleases. I’ve quite literally never been this turned-on before.

“You want me, Kat?” he whispers into my ear, pulling my backside into him and reaching around to grope my breasts. “Because I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about that fucking application.”

“Please,” I gasp.

Without warning, he slaps my ass and I yelp with surprise. “You know why I just did that?”

“Because I’m a fucking terrorist.”

“That’s right, baby.” He growls with pleasure .

His fingers move to my crotch and massage my clit rhythmically as he glowers over me from behind.

I moan loudly. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, say it again.”

“Fuck me.”

“Beg me for it,” he growls, grinding his dick into my back and working my clit with fervor.

Oh, yeah, I’m liking this. He’s good at this. “ Please ,” I breathe.

“Please what?”

“ Please fuck me .” Oh my God, he’s working my clit better than any battery-operated-boyfriend ever could.

“Admit you’ve touched yourself just like this, dreaming about sucking my hard cock . ”

How’d he know that? “Yes,” I breathe. “Every fucking day.”

“Now beg me to fuck you one more time. And maybe I will.”

Oh good lord. I’m so turned on, I’m gonna come before he’s even entered me.

“Fuck me,” I say between teeth gritted. This is too much. I’m going fucking insane with anticipation. “ Please fuck me, Josh. Please .” I’m shuddering, trembling, dripping with arousal. My head is spinning. My clit’s on fire. I can’t wait another minute.

“You’re gonna come for me first,” he growls, his fingers working me into a frenzy.

At his words, my skin begins prickling like I’ve got a sudden chill. “Oh, shit,” I say. “ Yes . I’m about to come. Oh fuck. It’s gonna be a big one.” I grip the table. “Oh, Jesus.”

He puts his lips right against my ear, his fingers still working me. “That’s right,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. “Beg me.”

“Fuck me now,” I gasp. “Please.”

He slaps my ass again and I yelp with excitement.

“My little terrorist,” he says, his voice low and taut. “I’m torturing you because you’ve been so, so bad.”

I’ve never been treated this way. Men usually act like I’m their pretty, precious trophy—a prize to be won and worshipped.

Nate certainly never spoke to me this way, not even once, and Garrett never said a frickin’ word during sex beyond growling like a bear.

Sure, occasional guys have talked dirty to me during sex, but this.

.. this thing Josh is doing to me... this is a whole new level—and it’s turning me on like crazy .

“Please,” I whimper, sweat beading on my brow.

“Bad girl.” He slaps my ass again and, immediately, a massive orgasm slams into me, wrenching my insides like a towel being wrung out to dry.

He growls with pleasure. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking hot, baby.”

He sticks his fingers deep inside me again, making me cry out at the sensation, and the next thing I know, his hard cock is finally, mercifully sliding deep inside me, deep, deep, deep inside me, filling me to the brim and then some.

Josh makes a sound of pure pleasure and that’s enough to push me over the edge.

“Oh, fuck ,” I say, my body clenching forcefully around his hardness.

I’m absolutely shocked—I’ve never had back-to-back orgasms like this, and I’ve certainly never had an orgasm triggered solely by the sensation of a man entering me, either. Holy shitballs, I’m being turned inside out.

“Fuck, oh my God. Fuck,” I say as warm waves of pleasure grip me.

I lay my palms on the table in front of me, steadying myself as my body tightens and ripples and warps around Josh, this time even harder than the last time.

“Oh, Jesus,” I choke out. Oh my God, his cock is absolutely enormous inside me—if he misused that thing, he’d surely rip me in two.

But, oh my God, no, he’s not misusing it—he’s using it exceptionally well.

I’m clenching so furiously around his cock, I can’t breathe.

Josh lets out a low moan as his dick burrows into me all the freaking way—balls deep, baby—and then he grips my hips from behind and leads my body into rhythmic movement with his.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers into my ear, his hands groping every inch of my body voraciously. “Jesus Fucking Christ, you’re fucking incredible.”

His thrusts are becoming more and more intense. I gasp with excitement and reach up over my shoulder to grab his cheek and pull him into me.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs into my ear, cupping my breasts in his large hands. He kisses my neck, pinches my nipples, fucking me all the while in rhythmic thrusts. “You’re so fucking wet and tight,” he growls. “You feel so good.”

Good God, I can’t think. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers into my ear again, pumping rhythmically inside me. “You’ve got a magic pussy, baby.”

Oh Jesus. I’ve never been treated like this before—never been fucked so well and with such glorious dirty-talk, too. Oh my God, I’m losing my freaking mind.

I slam myself into him as best I can on wobbly legs, moaning and grunting as I do.

I’m riding his cock as hard as I can, losing complete control.

I’m a rubber band about to snap. I reach down and touch the spot where his cock is sliding in and out of me, then let my fingers wander to his balls and feel them swinging and slamming to and fro against me as he thrusts.

The sensation makes me shudder with pleasure.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers into my ear, his fingers working my clit as he thrusts. His free hand finds its way to my mouth and I suck voraciously on his fingers.

He makes a strangled sound. Oh, he’s ramping up hard. I can feel it.

He pulls his finger out of my mouth and abruptly bends me over the table, pushing on my back and forcing my sweaty chest into the glass.

“You liked torturing me, didn’t you?” he growls.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He slaps my ass harder than ever and my body jerks with pleasure.

“Tell me you’re sorry for what you did.”

“I’m not sorry,” I say.

He spanks me again.

I inhale sharply, and that hand-on-a-hot-stove sound escapes my lips again.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” Josh says, apparently already keyed into my body’s cues. “Here it comes, baby. Come for me.”

A couple more spanks and deep thrusts and I climax again, gasping as I do—and a moment later, Josh jerks with what seems like a massive orgasm, too.

When my body stops warping and clenching, and Josh seems to have finished coming behind me, I sprawl myself onto the table, completely spent, soaking in sweat and shaking with my exertion.

Oh my God. That was the best sex of my entire life. I never wanted it to end. And, holy shitballs, I wanna do it again as soon as humanly possible.

“Holy That Was Even Better Than I Expected, Batman,” I finally say, my sweaty cheek resting against the glass table. “Daaaaaay-am.”

Josh laughs and slaps my ass, hard, but I barely flinch.

“Hell yeah, it was, Batman—or, shit, wait, are you Robin?” He chuckles. “Dude, I just realized—were Batman and Robin gay ?”

“I think they were just really, really, really close friends.”

Josh pulls out of me and turns my limp body around to face him. “You’re amazing,” he says simply, looking into my eyes with surprising tenderness. “I had pretty high expectations for fucking the Party Girl with a Hyphen, I gotta admit, and it was even better than I’d fantasized.”

He cups my face in his palms and kisses me—and I melt into him, returning his kiss passionately, my heart racing.

For several minutes, we kiss and kiss and kiss, making up for lost time, I suppose, our mouths consuming each other voraciously, my sweaty breasts smashed into his muscled chest, my arms wrapped firmly around his neck.

“Best ever,” he whispers.

“Ditto,” I whisper. I don’t know if he’s saying this to me as a figure of speech, but I’m being literal. That was quite literally the best sex of my life. “I feel high right now,” I say. “Like I could jump out a five-story building and fly.”

Josh laughs. “‘I am a golden god.’”

“ Almost Famous, ” I quip, easily identifying the source of his quote.

Josh beams a smile at me. “We can add that to your list of dude-like qualities: ‘can identify movie quotes.’”

I laugh. “Yeah, I’m pretty damned good at it, actually.”

“You’re good at everything,” he says tenderly. He sighs and strokes my hair. “You’re amazing—like a drug. I feel totally buzzed right now. Jesus.”

I blush.

“I loved your application, by the way. Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He smirks. “And utterly diabolical of you, I must say—brilliant strategic maneuver. I couldn’t resist you after that. ”

“So does that mean I’m a shoe-in to get approved for the Josh Faraday Club?”

“Oh, you’re a shoe-in, for sure, baby. Fuck yes.

But the approval process takes a bit of time, you should know, so you gotta be patient.

I suggest we order some room service while we wait for round two of the review process—that motherfucker Max interrupted my burger and fries and I’m hangry as hell about it. ”

I laugh. “Oh, really? Is that how this is gonna go down? You’re just gonna keep fucking me ’til I forget all about your application?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much the plan.”

“That wasn’t the deal,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “The deal was you kiss me, you give me the application.”

“No, the deal was I kiss you; I fuck you; I give you the application. I’ve kissed you. I’ve fucked you—and now I’m gonna fuck you again and again (all part of the approval process, baby)—and then I’m gonna give you my application.”

A wave of anxiety floods me. “Josh, you aren’t really gonna try to weasel out of giving it to me, are you?”

He flashes me a megawatt smile. “Of course not. I never go back on my word. That’s something you should know about me right up front.” He touches my thigh. “My promise is ironclad.”

I exhale in relief.

“Don’t worry, PG, the review process will continue only as long as we’re in this hotel room together.

Just give me this little bubble of time to fuck you without that shit hanging over my head—and when we leave this hotel room, the review process will be complete, your membership will be approved, and that stupid application will be all yours. ”

I make a face.

“Aw, come on, PG. I kiss you; I fuck you; I give you my application. That was the deal. Remember? You said kissing you would lead to immediate fuckery. I’m just taking you at your word.”

I glare at him. I’m not sure that was the deal. But sex with Josh is so freakin’ good, I’m not feeling the urge to argue with him.

“Don’t fight me on it, baby, just enjoy the ride.” He snickers. “ YOLO , right? Wasn’t that the super-cool thing you told me to say as much as possible?”

I roll my eyes .

“YOLO, Kat. YOOOOOOOLO. ”

With that, he pulls the condom off his dick, slaps my ass yet again, and heads into the bathroom—giving me my first ever view of his beautiful bare ass... which, much to my shock (and squealing delight), is stamped across its left cheek with four tiny, but unmistakable, letters .