Cory tilted his head back and closed his eyes in anticipation as Katie eagerly fumbled with his trousers. Just as she got one hand down his pants and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock, they both froze as a chime gently sounded throughout the apartment. Someone was at the door.
"Fuck!" Cory hissed, in an infuriated whisper. He met Katie's stunned eyes and leaned forward to brush his lips across hers.
"I have to get this," he groaned reluctantly, easing her off his lap and onto the bed. "Don't go anywhere," he smiled down at her, eyes gleaming with wicked promise. He re-fastened his pants, quickly leaving the bedroom as the doorbell chimed a second time.
"I'm coming!" Katie heard Cory's deep voice, sharpened with irritability, as he headed for the door.
Cory impatiently swung the door open and Mark leaned against its wide frame. He was disheveled, a little drunk, still wearing what he had on at dinner.
"Watcha doing?" he asked, drumming his fingers along the doorway.
"Sleeping," Cory snapped. "It's the middle of the night."
"Yeaaaah..." Mark's blue eyes fixed on the door's bronzed pattern and he traced a finger along it. "Did you talk to Katie?"
"Yep," Cory nodded impatiently. "I explained the situation to her. I'll update you in the morning."
As he went to shut the door Mark put his arm across it, pushing it wide. "I'm not tired. Wanna play cards?"
"Nope." Cory took a deep breath as he struggled not to scream his frustration and give the game away. Resting his forearm against the door-frame, he leaned to the side. "Mark, I'm exhausted. We'll talk in the morning." Rolling an eye over Mark's other hand, he added, "You should bandage that up."
"Is Katie awake? I owe her an apology," Mark shrugged off Cory's suggestion, and Cory began to feel bad as he heard the remorse in his voice.
"Now isn't the time to make amends," he said firmly. "Just...just hold off everything till the morning. Go fix your hand. Try a game of solitaire if you can't sleep. I'll beat you at pool tomorrow."
Although slightly intoxicated, Mark's perceptive eyes wandered from the door to Cory's face, scrutinising his expression. "What aren't you telling me?"
Cory let out a resigned sigh and dropped his head against his forearm with a groan.
"She's here."
"What? No!" Marks face was so ludicrously shocked, Cory would have found his expression hilarious if he wasn't so sexually frustrated.
"Yes, and you have to leave. Now."
Mark's eyes moved downwards and widened.
"Oh my God. That's some fucking hard-on!"
"Shut the fuck up. Go!" Cory ordered, pointing toward Mark's neighbouring apartment.
"Really?" Mark pressed, leaning interestedly to the side, peering past Cory into the darkened suite. "Is she really with you? And you...you're...?"
"I'll talk to you in the morning!" Cory half-shouted, and slammed the door in Mark's face, hearing his aggravating laughter on the other side.
Cory practically ran back to the bedroom. As he reached the doorway, disappointment shot through him as Katie walked toward him, holding her tattered dress up across her chest.
"Cory," she breathed, and her green eyes were bright with apology. "I thought I wanted this. I mean, I did, but I think...I think I was in shock, or something." Still clutching the dress to her with one hand, she gestured at his tall, half-naked body. "It's not you, you're really hot. It's just..."
Katie trailed off as Cory stepped into the room, firmly shutting the door behind him.
'Fucking Mark,' he thought angrily, fantasising about strangling him with his bare hands.
Without a word he went to Katie and gathered her into his arms. Keeping one hand on the dress, she pressed the other against his chest, trying to hold him off. Under her open palm, she felt his thundering heartbeat as he bent forward to kiss her cheek.
"Please, I want you to stay," he murmured against her temple.
"I...I know," Katie replied dizzily. In response to his sudden nearness, her body began to buzz with the excitement that she had fought to overcome in his short absence.
"So...stay," he said softly against her earlobe, sending shivers down her body.
"I can't," she protested, pushing against him. "My head is a mess. I just wanted to forget. I'm sorry..."
"No," Cory's lips moved down her neck, "I'm sorry."
Cory easily shifted her hand aside from his chest, and tugged at her dress, loosening her hold on the garment. The black material brushed over her body as it fell to the floor in a silken heap, leaving her naked. The curtains hadn't been drawn, and the moonlight poured through the large window, illuminating the both of them.
Cory raised his head from her neck and looked down at her shocked expression, heated determination in his tawny eyes. "I was upfront with you before. That was your chance. You chose to stay. And so," he pushed her onto the bed and she scooted backwards, trying to hide her nakedness, "you're going to stay."
"Cory," she trembled, "wait!"
But he quickly moved forward and climbed onto the bed, slid his hands down her thighs, over her closed knees and drew her legs apart. A voice in his head fiercely berated him, telling him he was no better than Mark. But another, louder voice, told him that if he stopped, he might just die from his longing.
Katie gasped as he swiftly moved down her slender body, planting wet kisses here and there along the way, and buried his face between her thighs. She couldn't stop herself from bucking upwards as his hot mouth opened over her already aroused pussy, licking her most sensitive area, sending thrills right up her torso.
"Cory, don't..." she sighed, struggling for rational thought as her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Cory..."
Cory smiled into her pussy as he felt her hands slide through his short hair and her knees raise to give him wider access. Eating her out, he tilted his head upwards, watching her arch in response. Tongue still working on her, he slid both hands upwards to seize her breasts, gently squeezing and tugging on her nipples, the combination of his mouth and hands making her moan. A pained expression spread across her face from the ample stimulation, torturing her senses.
One hand still toying with her breasts, the other moved down to rapidly work on his trousers as he slid his tongue inside her, and she jolted against him at the amazing sensation.
"Cory, please," Katie pleaded, and he lifted his head to meet her brilliant eyes, glittering at him with lust, begging him to both stop and continue.
"Yes?" Cory answered mischievously, kicking his pants and underwear from his ankles as he slowly licked her, watching her face constrict in pleasure.
"Stop, you can't," she protested weakly, dropping her head back onto the bed, embarrassed that she couldn't hide her arousal from him.
"I can," Katie heard his deep voice from between her legs, thickened with lust, "and I will." He kissed up her body, taking turns with each breast in his mouth, gently licking and sucking the perfectly soft peaks.
"Oh, God," she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and arching as he kissed all around her chest. His large hands gently trailed along her hips and up her small waistline, and he positioned himself over her, prodding around her wet entrance with his cock.
Unable to control her rapid breathing, she slid her hands over his smooth biceps and gripped his toned waist as he reached up and gently ran his hand over her forehead, smoothing her dark hair back from her face. Cupping one cheek, he tilted her face up and looked deeply into her wide, startled eyes, admiring their unique colour. A second later he lowered his mouth to hers, simultaneously pressing his cock forward and feeling her gasp into his mouth as he entered her.
Katie moaned around Cory's tongue, tasting her juices, and as he slid further into her tight wetness he groaned, reaching down to hook an arm under her knee so he could go deeper. Although his lips moved over hers forcefully in his passion, he pumped into her slowly, deeper with each thrust, and he felt her body shudder in ecstasy beneath him.
Katie completely forgot the name of the monster hunting her down, couldn't even recall her own last name as her world was rocked by desire, her body taken over by a pleasure she hadn't experienced in years, if ever. It was all she could do not to cry out her longing and beg Cory to fuck her. Not wanting to prove him right, she suppressed her feelings, but she couldn't suppress her heavy breathing or the light moans that slipped out. In her excitement, her hands roamed across his body, enjoying his large, muscular physique, and she didn't notice that her tongue eagerly mingled with his, occasionally searching into his mouth. As their bodies writhed against each other, both forgot everything except a mutual, primal need as they worked together towards a fast-approaching release.
