Page 9 of Infatuation (The Josh & Kat Trilogy #1)

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Josh

Oh, yeah. So good. Yes . I pump my shaft with increased intensity as the steaming hot water of the shower rains down on me.

I can’t stop imagining her face, her unbelievable face.

Oh my God. She’s a gift from God, created just for me.

Those eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes. That subtle little cleft in her chin.

I imagine myself pressing the tip of my cock into that little cleft in her chin right before sliding my full length into her sassy little mouth.

Oh God. I can barely breathe. I’m about to blow. I’m so close. I work myself even more furiously. My cock feels like a rocket about to lift off. Oh fuck. Yes. It’s beginning to ripple.

And her lips. They’re perfect, just like everything else about her. I imagine those lips wrapped around my hard cock, sliding up and down, devouring me. I run my finger over my wet tip, imagining it’s her swirling tongue.

“Oh shit,” I say out loud. I open my mouth wide and a blast of hot water floods it.

My knees are buckling. I’m twitching. I’d pay a million dollars if my hand could be her warm mouth right now—two million if it could be her tight little pussy.

The Club is full of hookers, it turns out?

Fine by me. Some women are well worth the money.

If Kat asked me to pay her to fuck her, I surely would.

No questions asked. I’d give anything, anything, to see Kat looking up at me with those big blue eyes, her lips wrapped around my cock.

I imagine her eyes glittering the same way they did when she found out I’d been a member of The Club.

That’s the look that told me the girl is up for anything—with the right guy, anyway.

I’m the right guy for you, baby. Fuck yeah, I am. You’ve never been fucked like this before. That’s right, baby .

I fondle my balls with my free hand while my pumping hand continues working my shaft. Oh shit. My knees are buckling. This is so good. Any second now.

I picture her on top of me, riding me, her blonde hair falling down over her shoulders and cascading over her perky little tits. Erect nipples. Cleft in her chin. Blue eyes. Tight little body. Oh my God. She throws her head back. She’s having an orgasm. She’s screaming my name.

My skin prickles for just an instant, like I’ve got a chill even under the steaming hot water, and then an epic orgasm slams into me, making me spurt a massive load all over my hands. I shudder with my release and lean my head against the marble shower wall.

“Kat,” I say out loud, like she’s lying next to me in bed. “Oh my God.”

That’s the first time in a really long time I’ve stuck with the fantasy of one woman while jacking off.

I usually start out thinking about whatever woman I’ve been seeing lately, whatever sex act we might have recently performed, and then, at some point, move on to that raven-haired dental assistant I always fantasize about, even though she’s married and never gives me the slightest whiff of a come-on, or the college professor I used to fuck during office hours during my second year at UCLA, or, occasionally, the platinum-blonde Swiss foreign exchange student in high school who de-virginized me when I was a wee little freshman, the one who taught me exactly where to touch her and how to get her off.

And then, right at climax, without fail, whether I like it or not, my brain inevitably slams me with Emma’s angelic face, the face that fooled me for so long into thinking she was The One .

Hot water is gushing down my back.

“Kat,” I say again, reliving the vision of her riding me, her face awash in ecstasy.

She’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.

Holy shit.

I want this girl.

I want her bad.

And I’m stuck here with my goddamned brother.