Call Me Cat (Call Me Cat Trilogy #1)(34)

"I've never been. Do you want to start?" I settled into my dorm bed, under the covers, spreading my legs and slipping my hand down my panties as I imagined him in the room with me, his hard body pressed against my soft curves.

"We'll go to Ubud," he said, his voice getting low. "It's a little town in central Bali and there's a hotel nestled in the heart of the rainforest preserve. A warm breeze blows through our room, scattering the tropical flowers laid out on the bed. We're dipping our toes into the private cascading pool that overlooks the jungles. In the distance, monkeys chatter in the coconut palms and we can hear the fast-flowing Ayung River toppling down waterfalls."

I closed my eyes and imagined it all as he continued.

"In the gardens are cocoa and coffee trees blended with bamboo, flame trees and orchids to give us our own tropical paradise. Everything is lush and full of color, the water warm on our feet."

"You might be better at my job than I am," I joked, then immediately regretted spoiling the mood, so I picked up where he left off. "I slip into the water, letting my white cotton sundress soak through, clinging to me until it's a see-through second skin. You can see the white lace bra and panties I'm wearing, and you pull off your clothes and join me in the water. With one hand you trace my hard nipples through the cloth, using the other to run your fingers through my hair."

"I grip your dress at the bodice and tear it off you until you're left in just the bra and panties."

My heart raced as I imagined him tearing my clothes off my body.

"I suck one nipple through the lace as I tease your * with my fingers, rubbing through the flimsy fabric, but not quite hard enough to give you real satisfaction."

I teased myself with my finger, imagining it was his, as I took over the narrative. "I drop to my knees in the water, using the steps to prop myself as I lick the tip of your cock, returning the tease. I take one of your balls in my mouth and suck as I stroke your shaft with my hand, looking up at you as I do. Then I use my tongue to trace a line up your shaft and around the head, paying extra attention to your most sensitive spots, using light strokes of my tongue to make you desperate."

"Oh, Cat, yes." I could hear him playing with himself. "But I can't take it anymore. I push my cock deeper into your mouth, and you suck harder and more deeply, taking so much of me in I can barely contain myself."

"I make you come down my throat," I said, "licking up the salty explosion as you release into me."

"But you keep sucking," he said. "And I'm still hard. I turn you around, pressing you against the edge of the pool, water flowing over us as I rip off your bra and panties, and with the waterfalls and monkeys and ancient Hindi temple as our backdrop, I shove myself into you, using my hands to stimulate your nipples and clit as I f*ck you from behind."

"Your cock is huge," I said, imagining the warm breeze on my exposed body, the sheer vastness of the jungle around us as he pounds into me. "I can barely take you all in, but you stretch me and push until I do. The pressure builds in us both, like a volcano about to explode."

"I pull your hair as I shove one last time into you," he said. "And with that thrust, we both come, ripples of heat washing over us. You scream my name, setting off screams in the monkeys as they share in the magic of this moment. Once we are both spent, we collapse on the floating bed in the pool and I hold you in my arms, stroking your hair and kissing you as we let the warm air settle around us, the sounds of the jungle full of the wild abandon we just shared."

We both came just as he said, images of Bali in our minds. And as my body relaxed, sinking into my bed, I wished more than ever it wasn't a phone I was holding but him.

This double life had to end. I couldn't live like this anymore.

"Cat, I need you. Have you given any thought to my proposal? If it's about work, I can pay you."

"God, no, I'm not a hooker!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that. I just didn't want you to think I was trying to get something for nothing. I just want to meet you."

"Okay. We can meet."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's time." It was past time.





Chapter Twenty Eight


First Love


I WAS PUTTING up a poster of Bali when Bridgette came back from class. She looked quizzically at it, and then laughed. "These are about Ash, aren't they?"

I nodded my head in meek confession.

"Do I even want to know?"

"No."

"Okay then. So, what's happening with loverboy, anyway?"

I sat on my bed and shrugged. "Nothing much. I'm just meeting him in person as Cat, in order to expose myself as Catelyn."

She shrieked. "What? Oh my God, that's huge! And about damn time, too! When? We need to go shopping for the perfect dress!"

"Tomorrow night. We're meeting at a restaurant in town. Imagine how surprised we were to discover we lived near each other!"

"Ha! Right! Okay, we have to go tonight. Studying can wait. Let's go." She pulled me from my bed and handed me my purse and jacket. "Time's a-wasting."

That night I got waxed, plucked, polished, and buffed, and obtained a new dress that would, according to Bridgette, make him forget everything but his "immediate need to f*ck me."