Are You With Another Man, Katrina?!

Katrina's POV 

I didn't know which was worse. 

The name displayed on the screen—a reminder that he could still be around the premises, or having my best friend's husband's cock inside of me right now, and actually not feeling bad about it.

I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm.

Anytime I had sex with Adrian, he chased after his own pleasure, not bothering to even make me wet enough for him to make it less painful.

But with Christian…he made sure I actually came, and didn't fuck me right off the bat.

Christian's hands tightened on my hips, holding me firmly on his cock as if to tease another orgasm out of me from how sensitive I'd gotten.

"Answer it," he said, in a low, amused tone. His eyes were anything but soft. They burned with something wild and hungry. Like whatever this was between us, we were just getting started.

I blinked, suddenly remembering his words. “Wait, what? Me? No! I—I can't.”

"Answer it, Kitten." He rolled his hips under me, just enough to make me gasp at the overwhelming aching that begged to be filled up. "Let's see how good you are at lying to your husband while my cock is inside you."

My eyes widened at the delicious promise, but my hands were already moving for my purse. I fumbled with the zipper, pulled it out, and stared at the screen.

Deep breaths, Katrina. Let him think you know nothing for now, then you strike.

I swiped to answer.

"Hello?" 

Maybe I shouldn't have talked first. My voice came out shaky and breathy. Too breathy for someone who should be in bed.

"Hey. Where are you?" Adrian demanded, not bothering to even hide the irritation in his voice. "I've been calling."

But before I could react, Christian chose that exact moment to kiss my neck.

His lips found a sweet, warm spot just below my ear, and blew a hot, messy breath against it, making them turn flushed immediately. I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from moaning. 

I glared down at Christian, but the smirk on his lips only grew wider. His hands slid up my bare back, fingers tracing the sweaty curve of my spine, and I felt his cock twitch under me.

"I'm—" I swallowed hard, curling my toes at the traitorous warmth gathering down my pussy. "Uh—I'm out. Running errands."

"At this hour? It's almost nighttime."

Christian's mouth moved down my ears, his tongue tracing my collarbone as his teeth grazed my shoulder for a bite. My free hand flew to his hair, gripping hard, trying to anchor myself from blowing my cover immediately.

"Hello? You there?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm here." I squeezed my eyes shut, gritting the words through my teeth like he was now speaking alien, "What do you need?"

"Sarah's coming over. She's been craving that pasta from the Italian place on Fifth. The one with the truffle oil. Can you pick some up on your way home?"

My face turned sour instantly. 

Sarah. 

Of course Sarah was coming over. 

Sarah was craving pasta. Sarah wanted me to bring her food while my husband sat in our house and pretended he wasn't fucking her.

Christian's hand found my breasts. His thumb circled my nipples, then flicked it when I didn't respond to him.

“Ah!” I felt my pussy clench on his skin involuntarily as the sound accidentally left me. Christian flashed me a smile of approval and moved his face to my breasts, greedily stuffing his face in between them.

"Katrina?"

"I—I heard you." My voice cracked in a low tone as I fought to form sensible words. "Past—Pasta. From Fifth."

"And get some of that gelato Leo likes. The pistachio one."

Somewhere in the background, I heard my son's voice, "Mom! Get the pistachio! And the chocolate hazelnut! Sarah said she wants the chocolate hazelnut!"

My chest tightened as the pain took over my senses. Leo was there. And not only that, he was sitting in my house, waiting for me to bring dessert for the woman he wished was his mother.

"And grab some of those almond cookies," Adrian added. "Sarah loves those."

Almond cookies.

I was allergic to almonds.

My throat started to close at the betrayal. Was there anything Adrian actually remembered about me?

I pressed my lips together, trying to breathe through my nose, trying not to let them hear me break.

Christian's hand slid down my stomach as he planted a soft kiss there, as if to assure me with his presence. Then, his fingers found my clit again, circling and rubbing gently, forcing my hips to jerk without my permission.

"Katrina? You still there?"

"Mhm." It was all I could manage.

"Look, don't take forever, okay? Sarah's hungry."

Sarah's hungry. Sarah's hungry. SARAH'S HUNGRY.

The words echoed in my skull like a curse. 

Christian watched my face briefly then wordlessly, he guided and pressed me forward with an unreadable expression. Not hard enough to squeeze the air out of my lungs but just enough to shift my weight, to push my back against the steering wheel. 

The horn blared loudly from the pressure, blasting through the quiet garage.

I gasped. Pain shot through my back where the wheel dug into my flesh, and my hand flew to my mouth to muffle the sound.

"What was that?" Adrian yelled, his voice sharp with suspicion and anger. "Are you outside?"

"I'm—" I swallowed again. My voice was shaking. "I'm in the car. I dropped something. It hit the horn."

"You sound weird."

Christian's fingers were still on my clit. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shove him away. I wanted to grab his face and kiss him until neither of us could breathe.

"I'm…. I'm fine," I whispered. "Just tired."

"Whatever. Just get the food and come home. And Kat?"

"What?" I held back the irritation hearing the old nickname in his mouth.

"Don't be weird when Sarah's here, okay? She's been having a rough week. She doesn't need your attitude."

My attitude.

I was the one whose husband was fucking her best friend. I was the one who'd found a semen-stained thong in my car. I was the one whose son had told me he wished another woman was his mother. 

And somehow, I was the one with an attitude.

I opened my mouth to respond, but then I heard it.

The sound of a zipper.

I looked down with wide eyes. Christian still had one hand between my legs, but the other was working his jeans lower, shoving the denim down his thighs. His cock grew thicker and harder the more he moved against my thighs.

I could feel him throbbing, as he shifted under me, adjusting his position, spreading his legs wider.

"What are you doing?" I mouthed.

He didn't answer. He just looked at me with those dark, burning eyes and did the unthinkable.

He rolled his hips upward, sliding into my pussy with ease and satisfaction.

“Oh my God!”

“What was that?”

“I—I mm, said, oh, I'd do so before I get home!” I cleared my throat, quickly correcting myself.

But that wasn't the end of it.

I felt Christian slide deeper. Felt the head of his cock press against something inside me that made my vision blur. My hand tightened on the phone until my knuckles went white.

"Kat?" Adrian's voice was impatient now. "Are you fucking listening to me?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, I heard you."

"Good. So you'll be home in, what, thirty minutes?"

Christian pulled me forward again, then thrust up. The steering wheel dug into my back. The horn blared again, longer this time, and I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.

"Kat, what the hell is going on?"

"Nothing." The word came out strangled. "I'm just—the car is—it's cramped in here. My back is against the wheel."

"Then move."

Christian thrust again. Harder. The car rocked with the force of it, and I had to brace one hand against the dashboard to keep from collapsing into him. The phone slipped against my ear, slick with sweat.

"I can't," I whispered. "I can't move right now."

"Are you okay? You sound really weird."

Christian's hands found my hips. He lifted me slightly, then pulled me down onto his cock, and I felt every inch of him slide through me.

My mouth fell open as his cock curved to the hilt inside me. A sound escaped—whatever language or word that was—slipped out of me loudly, and I clamped my free hand over my lips as my eyes slowly rolled to the back.

"Kat?"

I couldn't answer. I couldn't speak. Christian was fucking me now, slow and deep, each thrust pushing me against the steering wheel, each retreat leaving me empty and aching.

The horn blared again. And again. And again. I'd lost track of time. I'd lost the minutes I'd left Adrian hanging on the phone as Christian made sure to wreck my plans on staying quiet.

"What is that noise?" Adrian demanded. "Is that your horn?"

"I'm—" I choked on the words. "I'm trying to—the seat—it's stuck—"

“Wait, Katrina,” Adrian started, his tone shifting into something cold and dangerous as he yelled in anger, “are you with another man right now?”