Whenever I don’t have something good & dirty to post on a Friday.. I can always rely on an excerpt from Cat. This is one of my favorite scenes of Cat and Bryce together. Mmmmmm…. Bryce… so yummy is my fantasy man.
Although amusingly… I wrote this book BEFORE I was separated from my husband and knew about dating in the 21st Century!
Young men are such eye candy.
Caressing the dressing Derek along his naked back, I sauntered past him walking toward the kitchen. I could see Samuel was trying to impress me as I peered at his cooking. He was making French toast, sausage, and fresh fruit for breakfast. Bryce was scrounging stuff to set on the table. He watched me and I watched him back for a few minutes. I moved the few steps toward him then turned around.
“Would you get the tie out of my hair, Bryce? I seemed to have slept on it.”
Nothing happened for several heartbeats and then I felt his fingers on my hair. He worked the tie and finally got it out and spent some time working out the few tangles. The feel of his hands in my hair was delicious and I briefly indulged in the sensation. Then he moved those strong fingers to my shoulders. I shuddered as he caressed down my arms and felt myself pulled slightly back against his warmth. Gathering my resolve and stuffing my unexpected surge of desire to a hidden place I turned around and stepped back to look up at him.
“Samuel, don’t hold breakfast for us while we’re in the shower and make sure there is some food left.”
I took Bryce’s hand and walked to the closet. His pleased grin matched the gleam in his eyes as he followed me. I took my jeans and a low cut shirt off their hangers and draped them over his arm.
“Why are you being so modest?” I heard him comment as I found a pair of panties and matching bra. “We’ve all seen you naked.”
“What’s hidden is desired more. It’s part of the mystique Bryce.”
Austin came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and one around his head.
“Towel hog,” I lazily accused him and pretended to reach a hand out to grab the towel around his head. His hands flew to protect it and I nabbed the one around his waist instead, yanking it off.
“One per customer,” I told him with a laugh. He flushed but as a matter of pride left the towel on his head and walked naked to the drawers. I grinned at his sexy naked ass.
Dropping the sheet I put the towel in its place, shivering a bit as its dampness touched my naked body. Looking at Bryce I took my draped clothes from him.
“Join me in the shower, Bryce,” I purred unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.
I took a step backward and he matched my movement. Letting my eyes caress his chest and down I whispered, “You’re overdressed.”
Quickly stripping his jeans off his body he followed me naked into the bathroom. He closed the door behind us and leaned against it watching me. I tried to keep my eyes from devouring him and gestured to the shower.
“You start,” I told him and watched him hesitated for just a second. It was as if he didn’t like me giving him orders, directing him. I remembered his words when he took me last night. This was a man used to being in charge, at least of his sex life.
But he nodded and got into the tub shower and pulled the curtain closed. I set my clothes down on the sink, dropped my towel and sat on the toilet to relieve my aching bladder. Sometimes the mystique was a bitch.
Pulling the curtain aside I joined Bryce in the shower. He was a breathtaking sight all muscled and lean and wet and I indulged my eyes. It was so rare a student came to me in such physical perfection. It was too bad there were four of them and I couldn’t spend as much time enjoying Bryce as I might personally love to.
With my hands on his firm biceps I moved him out from under the water so I could take his place and wet my hair under the spray. It took a long time to get it thoroughly wet and I knew the sight was torturing Bryce. This was a show that had become every man’s fantasy thanks to the porn industry.
With my hair finally ready for shampoo I reached behind me for the bottle and peeked at Bryce. He stood there with hands clenched into fists and a raging erection. His face was a mask but his eyes burned along my body. Good, I thought, maybe he’ll be off balance enough to give me some straight answers.
I watched his face as I soaped my hair and said, “Why were you trying to get into the safe, Bryce?”
His eyes had been on my body and at my words they flew to my face.
“What?”
“You left my bed to snoop in the closet. Why?” With my hair soaped I began to rinse it which took almost as long as wetting it, and created the same torturous sight for Bryce with the added component of soap sliding along my body. I heard him take a deep breath.
“Would you believe I wanted to steal one of your panties?” he said after several seconds of hesitation.
I ignored the lie and stayed on point. “You wanted in the safe because you saw me put my case in there and you’re trying to pull my I.D. Why are you so determined to find out who I am?”
Reaching for my hair conditioner I generously began applying it. I had moved out of the water to do so and closer to Bryce. Conditioning thick hair that fell to your waist was a long process and apparently fascinating to Bryce because he took several breaths before he answered me.
“This class is a guy’s wet dream.”
I heard the truth of the moment in his words. But beyond that I heard the sincerity in his voice. I was surprised. I’d really expected more lies. But the truth was even better than trying to garner the truth from what he didn’t say.
“It feels like there’s a catch. Like you’re going to ask for payment or video tape us and blackmail us or something,” he went on.
“No,” I said quietly with a smile as I twisted and tied my conditioned hair into a knot at the nape of my neck.
Rinsing my hands I placed them on Bryce’s biceps. I gently moved him back to the shower spray until he stood just out of the water. I took the plain unscented soap from the shelf and filled my hands with thick lather. Then I thoroughly indulged myself in Bryce’s body by running my hands over his shoulders, chest, abs and arms. I soaped him and caressed him and by the time I was done we were both breathing rapidly. I pushed him backward into the shower spray to rinse off and tried to rein in my body’s desire by washing my legs and arms.
I was reaching for the soap again when Bryce’s hand beat me to it. “My turn,” he said with a voice husky with desire. I could only watch him breathlessly as he lathered my body. Before he could try and lather my sex I turned my back. A glance back saw him grinning as he lathered my back and ass.
“Switch,” I said, pleased my voice sounded normal with none of the intense desire I was pounding with.
This time Bryce took my arms and rubbed my body along his as we switched places in the shower. The action was exquisite torture and peaked my nipples. I rinsed my body and the conditioner out of my hair and was about to reach for the soap again when I felt Bryce’s hands again on my arms. He jerked my body to his and pressed me against the wall.
“You… you are the sexiest woman I have ever met,” he said and kissed me hard.
My body ignited. I was kissing him back before I realized what I was doing. I splayed by fingers on his wet chest hair and ran another down his back. For a moment I wasn’t Cat, wasn’t teaching a class. I was just a woman in a shower kissing this man.
Then my brain began working again. I don’t have time for this, I thought at myself. We were all off schedule as it was by sleeping so late. I started frantically shutting down mental switches of automatic response and pulled away from his kiss.
“Bryce no,” I managed to whisper as he planted kisses and little nips with his teeth along my neck. The sensation was killing my resolve.
“Its torture being near you and not touch you,” he groaned out then suddenly lifted me up off my feet so my breasts were almost level with his head. He pinned my lower body with his and I felt my weight being held between the wall and his chest, steadied only by his arms. His mouth was on my breasts and it was becoming very hard to think as each nibble and draw sent shots of pleasure straight to my sex.
“You need to be washed,” he said casually as if we were not in the middle of raging desire. I saw him swipe his hand over the soap and disappear. I could only assume he was lathering up that special something I had been admiring earlier.
I gave up the fight when he slid me down the shower wall onto his cock. I shuddered in his arms as the feel of him filling me sent mini-orgasms through my sex. Gripping his waist with my legs I could only cling to his broad wet shoulders and throw my head back as he began to thrust short and fast.
My orgasm was rising quickly as the pleasure of his action built and built. I was barely conscious of the whimpering noises I was making so it took a moment or two to register Bryce was talking to me.
“I said look at me, Cat,” he ordered. I opened my eyes to his and saw his intensity and something else just as his mouth came down on mine and the taste of his tongue sent me over the edge. His lips still claimed mine as he growled in my mouth and ground his huge cock inside me while he came. The action sent me over the edge again and I could only whimper and shudder in his arms.
He pulled his lips from mine only because of the sheer need for air and we stood there for several minutes panting. I stared at this man, shocked at my loss of control. Then he leaned his forehead against me. That surprisingly tender action went straight to my heart and I mentally struggled against the emotion filling me.
“Can you stand?” he asked me quietly when we both seemed to catch our breaths.
“No, but I’ll manage.” I was surprised by how shaky my voice sounded to my ears.
Bryce pulled himself out of me and I tried to stifle the groan of pleasure the action caused but failed. He chuckled, so pleased he could cause me pleasure with even that motion. Once I had my feet firmly planted I took down the removable showerhead to rinse myself thoroughly. The entire time I ignored Bryce as I tried to gain some control over my emotions. I stepped quickly out of the shower when I was soap free.
I almost never showered with a student but I hadn’t trusted Bryce and wanted to see what information I could get out of him. Instead he’d taken complete control of the situation. I was toweling myself off furiously when Bryce shut off the water and pulled the curtain aside.
“You’re angry,” he stated.
A thousand answers ran through my mind and every single one of them sounded like a peeved girlfriend. It stopped me cold when I realized that. Stepping closer to the sink I dragged the towel over the steamed mirror to look at myself. There was the problem staring right at me. Bryce brought out the Sarah in me. I needed to get Cat back and keep her firmly between this man and me.
Bryce was toweling himself off while still in the tub. Every now and again he’d glance at me. Shrugging my silly emotions aside, I put my hair up in my towel and reached for my clothes. I watched Bryce’s body without looking at his face while I dressed. Distancing the one from the other I wrapped myself up in Cat’s appreciation of the male form.
By the time I had my jeans on and was slipping my shirt over my toweled head I was smiling Cat’s seductive smile. Bryce wrapped his towel around his waist and stepped out of the tub. I’d slipped my shoes on and applied my makeup. Studiously I ignored the Bryce reflection frowning behind me. I could sense he had things he wanted to say. But he didn’t, which I was extremely thankful for.
“Go eat,” I said taking the towel off my hair and running my brush through it. I had to keep the upper hand with him so when he hesitated I turned to him, smiled slyly and ordered, “Go on.”
He left the bathroom and I took out the blow dryer to get most of the moisture out of my hair. I didn’t have time to completely dry and style it but since the long hair was part of Cat’s disguise I couldn’t go out of the bathroom with it up in a towel. My stomach growled and I was so irked at being behind schedule I almost growled back at it.
