Chapter 150 - Catch Me If You Can

“What?” Jon blurted out, caught off-guard by Cate’s sudden reversal. He struggled to push himself back up onto his elbows, his abs bunching impressively with the curve of his torso. “Wha… Patience? I am NOT a patient man.”

Cate giggled, reaching again for her wine glass. “Yeah. I’ve heard that about you,” she replied, backing further away from Jon, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She took another gulp of wine, almost emptying the glass before returning it to the counter.

“Why, I oughtta…” Jon growled playfully, recognizing her tease. In a lithe movement he pushed himself fully upright and sprang from his perch on the island’s granite top. He stood staring at Cate, smirking evilly.

Continuing to step backward, Cate couldn’t help letting her eyes rove over Jon’s glorious body. Good Lord, he looked sexy standing there, bare-chested and sweaty and tousled and tensed, his jeans undone and threatening to drift down his hips. She met his gaze and almost swooned at his sexy, wanton glare.

“You oughtta…. what?” she asked breathily. Realizing she was literally backing herself into a corner of the kitchen, Cate turned slightly and began to edge her way along the wall toward the doorway.

Noticing her change of tack Jon smirked, taking two slow paces toward her. “Going somewhere?” he asked silkily.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Cate replied, trying to distract him from her movement. “What do you think you oughtta do?” She continued to slide along the wall, keeping her gaze locked with Jon’s. She could see from the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes that she had to be prepared.

“I oughtta just take you… right here, right now.” Jon growled, stalking closer to her, turning slightly so that he faced her as she continued to creep toward the door. He could see what she was doing, and he was willing to play along.

“You think so, huh?” Cate challenged coyly.

“Yeah, I do.” It was clear from Jon’s tone he didn’t expect further argument.

Cate arched an eyebrow and gave him a defiant smirk. “Nice idea. But you gotta catch me first.” With those words she bolted for the door.

Jon barked out a laugh and lunged for Cate, but she was too quick for him. She scooted through the door and around the corner into the living room. Rounding the couch so it presented an obstacle between her and Jon she paused, grinning and panting. “Little slow there, Rock Star,” she taunted.

Jon chuckled and strolled toward the couch, holding her gaze as a wicked smile curled the corners of his mouth. “You calling me an old man?” He leaned forward to brace both hands on the sofa’s back. Jon had no doubt Cate wanted to be caught, and soon. Otherwise she wouldn’t have retreated to the living room, into a space from which she couldn’t escape without going over or around him. She was trapped, and she damned well knew it.

Cate backed further away, moving to the far side of the coffee table. “Maybe,” she teased, her eyes sparking as she gave him a mischievous grin. “What’re ya gonna do about it?”

Jon hesitated before answering her, his lust surging at her challenge. Damn, she looked beautiful. The shiny peacock-blue nylon of her Soul Jersey made her eyes glow like blue embers surrounded by the fiery mane of her hair, and as she leaned forward he could see the swell of her breasts in the deep vee neckline. The dark grey line of the shirt’s hem whispered over the tops of her thighs as she danced anxiously on the balls of her feet, prepared for his advance. There are few things sexier than a woman in a football jersey, he thought.

“I’m gonna show you just how old I’m NOT,” Jon growled in a whiskey-timbered warning. With that he launched himself around the end of the couch, lunging toward Cate.

With a playful shriek Cate hurdled the coffee table and clambered onto the couch, evading Jon’s grasp. Just as she braced her hands on the back of the sofa’s frame to vault over it and escape Cate felt a sharp tug on the back of her jersey, followed by strong hands closing on her hips.

“Oh no you DON’T!” Jon snarled playfully. He effortlessly yanked Cate back against his body, his arms locking around her waist.

“Let me GO!” Cate protested feebly, half-laughing. Her fingers scrabbled over Jon’s sculpted forearms, trying to pry them loose from her waist as he dragged her backwards off the couch, careful to avoid the coffee table. Ignoring her demand Jon backed up several steps to the middle of the room, away from the furniture. Without warning he dropped to the floor, pulling Cate with him.

The next thing she knew Cate was flat on her back in the middle of the living room rug, a hard, hot body immobilizing hers, her wrists pinned down beside her shoulders. And hovering inches above her face was the sexiest, naughtiest, most dazzling smile she had ever seen.

If she had been wearing panties they would have burst into flames.

“Let me go,” Cate repeated breathily, without force.

“Nuh-uh,” Jon purred. “You’re all mine now.”

“What… what are you gonna do to me?” Cate panted.

“This.” Jon took her mouth in a bold, rough kiss, his tongue thrusting inside and sweeping over hers. After a long, dizzying moment he pulled his face back. “Ready to surrender?"

“No way,” Cate gasped, shaking her head. It was the only part of her body she could move.

“Good,” Jon chuckled. Releasing her wrists, he braced his hands on the floor beside Cate’s shoulders and leaned in for another mind-numbing kiss.

Cate purred as she slipped her arms around Jon’s sides, her hands ranging eagerly up and down his back. Her blunt nails scraped over his slick skin, leaving rosy trails in their wake. She arched her back, raising her chest to press eagerly against Jon’s, closing the slight distance between their bodies created by Jon’s shift in position.

“God, Baby…” Cate gasped as Jon’s lips slid from hers and blazed over her jaw and neck. Her hands glided to his waist, finding the denim band of his jeans. “Jesus Jon… I want you,” she groaned, pushing roughly at the fabric.

“Hmmm… you do?” Jon murmured between licks and sucks against her sweaty, salty, soft skin.

“Yes,” she sighed, placing her palms flat against his lower back and sliding her fingers under his jeans. She looped her thumbs outside the band and pushed Jon’s Levis down over the hard swell of his glutes. As she bared him Cate couldn’t resist grabbing two handfuls of flesh, giving Jon’s ass a rough squeeze.

Her grope evoked a husky chuckle from Jon. “Don’t damage the goods, Darlin’. I gotta shake that thing every night in a few months.” He nipped at the curve of her shoulder. “Do I get to do that to you?”

“Uh huh….” Cate sighed, nodding. “And whatever else you want.”

“Mmmm.. I like that idea.” Jon shifted on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knee. With his movement, his jeans slipped further down his hips to the tops of his thighs. He groaned as his cock rubbed against Cate's firm thigh. Realizing his movement was partially restrained by his half-off Levis he pressed his body up, raising it slightly from Cate’s. “Wanna take care of those?”

Cate chuckled as she eagerly shoved his jeans downward over his thighs. When she could reach no further, Jon wiggled against her until the denim pooled around his knees, then he kicked free of the garment. Finally unencumbered, Jon settled back onto Cate with a happy groan.

The slick nylon and rubbery numbers of Cate’s jersey stuck to Jon’s sweaty skin as again his mouth sought hers for a long, steamy kiss. His cock pressed eagerly against her thigh, surging with want. He needed to be inside her, to feel her surrounding him. Now.

Grasping Cate’s hips firmly, Jon swiftly rolled to the side, pulling her with him. With a startled gasp Cate found herself now resting fully on top of Jon as he lay on his back. Their eyes locked, then they mirrored a smirk. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too.

Drawing her knees up under her, Cate pushed her body upright to straddle him. Her hair tumbled down over her shoulders in an unruly cascade as she leaned slightly forward, aligning herself with him. Cate paused, savoring the feel of Jon’s hot, hard shaft pulsing against her slick center. She was breathing hard, her entire body sweaty and sticky with lust and exertion. Cate’s eyes locked with Jon’s as she reached for the hem of her jersey.

“No.” His voice was a hoarse whisper as he reached out a hand to still her movement. “Leave it on.”

Cate hesitated. She yearned to feel his hot skin sliding against hers, his wiry chest hair teasing her aching nipples.

“You look SO fucking sexy.” His explanation came in response to her unasked question. Cate smiled. That was all she needed to hear.

Her gaze still locked with Jon’s, Cate descended upon him, enveloping his iron-hard cock inside her pulsing velvet walls. They groaned in unison at the fantastic sensation as their bodies joined in ecstasy.

Cate sat motionless for a moment, reveling in the feel of Jon filling her so perfectly. Then she began to move, rolling her hips in slow, sultry circles that increasingly gained momentum. She whimpered huskily at the feel of his cock sliding inside her, the ridge of his head stroking her depths and rubbing over the magic spot.

Jon let out a long, feral groan as Cate’s movements gained speed and force. His hands went to her hips, his fingers sliding under the hem of her jersey to tightly grip her slick flesh. Cate moaned in response, riding Jon harder as he bucked his hips up to meet her with powerful thrusts.

Feeling the fire racing through her womb Cate lurched forward, bracing her hands on the floor beside Jon’s shoulders as she gyrated against him with wild abandon. She was sure she would pass out from the intensity of the orgasm that was about to carry her away.

Jon grinned as he realized her position gave him an unobstructed view of her bouncing breasts, revealed by the v-neck of her jersey as she leaned forward over him. The tantalizing sight was the final tease, the match that conflagrated the short fuse of his control. With a long moan of her name, Jon emptied himself into Cate.

The rush of Jon’s seed pouring into her was the catalyst for Cate’s ecstasy. With a hoarse whimper, she clenched around him before flooding him with her orgasm. Unable to hold herself up on her trembling arms as her entire body spasmed, she collapsed onto Jon's heaving chest.

Jon’s arms closed around Cate as she lay panting and twitching on top of him. He gulped his own deep breaths, trying to flood his brain with enough oxygen to return himself to coherency. Weakly, he raised a hand to brush sweaty strands of auburn hair away from Cate’s face.

“Shit,” Cate breathed after a couple minutes.

“What?” Jon chuckled as he gave her a little squeeze.

“I’m gonna have to wash this jersey now.” Cate raised her head to give Jon a sheepish smile.

Jon laughed. “You mean you haven’t washed it yet?”

“Well, A: I’ve barely had time to do laundry since you came along…” Cate arched an accusing brow at Jon’s grin. “And B…” She paused, blushing slightly. “I didn’t want to wash it because it smelled like you.”

Jon’s heart melted at her admission. “Well, it still smells like me.” he joked gently. “Just like sweaty me, now.”

Cate nodded with a giggle of agreement.

“And now you can smell me any time you want, Baby. The real deal,” Jon teased with a little grin. "You don't need to sniff laundry."

“I like that idea,” Cate replied softly. She brushed a gentle kiss across Jon’s lips.

Jon chuckled happily and slid his hands down to give Cate’s ass a little squeeze, then sighed. “C’mon. You wore me out. I need a shower.”

Cate nodded, giving Jon another quick kiss before rolling sideways off of him. They helped each other to their feet then again drifted into a sweet embrace. “Let’s go to bed,” Cate murmured against Jon’s lips after a tender, lingering kiss.

Jon smiled as Cate stepped back and took his hand, then turned toward the hall that led to her bedroom.