Devil In The Waters, End of Book 4! (Patreon)

They were playful together in the bathroom. Ran a shower together and got in under the hot spray. She washed his penis and balls, kissed him, turned around and Josh scrubbed her with soap all over. Even getting in between her thighs, and being careful not to get soap inside her vagina. And, god, she loved him so much. He rubbed her back with love and she felt restored. It was safe with him in the confine of their small apartment bathroom. Very far removed from the woman she’d been a few hours ago having wild and incredible sex with the man who was her boss and her husband’s high school nemesis, the two of them naked in bed in one of the city’s finest luxury suites.

She flinched when Josh’s soapy hand went over the spot where she’d got her B12 shot. She kept her right arm closed to hide the IV mark in the crook of her arm. Josh didn’t care. Those weren’t the spots on her body he paid attention to. He spent most of the time washing her butt crack, her pussy and her breasts and nipples. They said little, but often chuckled.

When they were both clean, Josh got out and she stayed in while he dried. That was when the bad thoughts came again. What her husband had asked her of Devlin. Did you see his big cock? And her dying to admit it but afraid, then knowing deep down that was what Josh wanted to hear. The crazy thrill of telling him. The trick of honesty. Josh coming being told the truth he thought was fantasy. Feeling his cock swell in her hand as he came knowing he was aroused by his wife’s badness. Or maybe not badness. Maybe it was her vulnerability that thrilled him. His poor wife the victim of his bully the same way he was. Helpless Kimmy he’d thought when he came in her hand and onto her stomach again. She preferred to think it was badness over helplessness. But then when she was beginning to feel that heavy arousal between her legs (an endless cycle today despite the complete satisfaction delivered, even by her husband), she stepped out into the held out towel between her husband’s waiting arms. He dried her, but she took over, wrapped herself in the shroud of terry. Josh headed out to get dressed, she towel-dried the damper parts of her hair that were wetted despite being tied up on top of her head.

In the closet, she redressed in soft cotton clothes, fresh shorts and a new sweatshirt. Home things. Kimmy and Josh things.

Josh changed the sheets, put on fresh bedding. She called out from the closet asking him if he ate dinner. He said no.

“Do you want me to make you something?”

“It’s too late to eat. You didn’t eat?”

“Barely,” she said. “I picked at some stuff in the suite, but I was too busy paying attention, and trying not to look like a woman who ate even though she was hungry.”

“That sounds weird.”

“Got to be on your game,” she said.

“You’re going to eat now?”

“I guess it’s late. Maybe a smoothie . . . You want one?”

“No way.”

She tugged her clothes into place, swiped her phone off the dresser and tucked it in her sweatshirt’s pouch, huddled up and went out in the bedroom, told Josh she’d just be a few minutes while he settled into a comfortable position in the newly made bed.

Even though the awful deed was done—she’d finally had sex with Devlin—there was one storyline of the day left open, and she wanted it tied off. An ache in her stomach needed it complete.

***

In the kitchen she gathered kale and carrots and brought out some honey and ginger, put all the choppable items on a cutting board, removed her phone from the sweatshirt pouch and left it face up on the counter for now. Got her knife, dragged out the juicer and plugged it in, touched her phone screen to check the messages she’d received this evening. Work stuff but nothing from Devlin since the Royal York. She chopped ginger, put it in the blender. Touched her screen and brought up her Messenger. Chopped up kale and carrots into manageable sizes. Threw all the ingredients into the Vitamix. Texted Devlin one simple statement.

Kimmy: deep secret

Now she moved around the kitchen like she hadn’t just texted Devlin, forgetting she’d done it, getting apple juice, some Realemon and adding it to her juicer. A text came. She leaned through the pass through, saw the hall was empty. She read the text.

Devlin: you get home safe?

Kimmy: safe and sound

Devlin: everything good?

She snuffled, leaned forward again, the hall still empty. She texted a reply but didn’t send it. Tucked the phone back in her pouch and gave the Vitamix a few good pulses. Brought out her phone and sent the text without editing it.

Kimmy: I got Josh to go down on me

Then regretted it. Really regretted it. Heat blazed on her cheeks and ears. Her ears began to ring and she felt lightheaded. She tucked her phone away and wished she’d just stuck to making a juice. But she didn;t even come out here for a juice, damn it, and she knew it. She came out here to text Devlin and tell him the awful thing that had happened. And how much it turned her on.

Do not tell him that.

No. She wouldn’t. Just tell him the ending to what he’d instructed. Ever the good employee, she’d exceeded expectations. Not only had she gone home without washing, her lover’s stink on her, his seed deposited deep in her belly, her unsuspecting husband had put him toungue there. Sucked her there. Now her knees shook with the awfulness and she she leaned on the counter. Her phone vibrated.

Devlin: I’m calling you put your phone on mute

Kimmy: DO NOT CALL!

Shit, shit, shit.

She squeezed her thighs together, biting her lower lip and fighting with the renewed aching knot tightening between her thighs. Fuck. She went to contacts, dialed Devlin. He answered on the first ring.

“You’re fucking killing me, Chang.”

“I know,” she whispered, peering down the hall again. “I can’t believe it.”

“You’re so fucking hot. I want with you with me right now.”

“Where are you?”

“Pulled off the highway. Tell me what happened.”

“No, I can’t—I have to get back to bed.”

“He ate you out?”

A gasp: “Yeah.”

“I’m hard as a rock right now for you. Where the hell did you come from?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered, chuckling, hand cupped over her mouth.

“He’s in bed right now?”

“Yeah. We had sex. Well, kind of. He was kissing me, and I pushed . . . pushed his head down there . . .”

“Tell me more.”

“I can’t, I have to—”

“Kimmy, come on . . .”

“That’s it. He went down on me. I meant to have a shower and then I didn’t have a chance, and then we kind of fought and the next thing I know . . .”

“Touch yourself . . .”

“No way,” she said, bouncing on her knees like she had to pee. Only the urge had nothing to do with urinating. The urge was deep and carnal and so, so strange.

“Did you come in his mouth?”

Oh god. Her stomach squirmed. “Yeah.”

“You are the baddest girl I’ve ever known. Fucking ever, Kimmy.”

“Yeah?” Muscles tightened in her core. Kegels. She pressed her knees together and humped her hips against the hard rounded edge of the countertop.

“So bad. So perfect.”

“I gotta go.” She leaned her tummy on the counter, checking the hallway again. Then: “He asked me . . .”

Devlin waited. Said, “Asked you what? Come on and tell me . . .”

“Asked me if . . . asked me if you had a big . . .”

“Oh fuck . . .”

She gasped, felt her labia slippery now. “He wanted to know if you had a big cock.” She gasped again when the words had slipped from her quisling lips.

“Wait—why did he think . . .?”

“Through your pants . . . I told him, I told him at Tiff’s you had an erection.”

“He’s thought about that?”

“Yeah, he wanted me to tell him while I jerked him off on my stomach . . .” Her free hand rubbed a circle on her bare tummy, up under her sweatshirt.

“Fuck—I got my cock out. You are fucking crazy, Kimmy, crazy . . .”

“Your cock’s out?” Her hand slipped under her shorts and found her wetness, and she gasped into the phone again.

“Touch yourself . . .”

“I am . . .”

“What did you tell him about my cock?”

“I told him it was big.”

“You saw it in my pants.”

“Yeah, and you were . . . oh God . . . humping it on my stomach.”

“It wasn’t in my pants . . .”

“No, it definitely wasn’t . . .”

“Let me hear your pussy . . .”

“What—how? . . .”

“Put the phone near that sweet little thing.”

“Oh no, no way,” she sighed, but her hand with the phone was dropping and she was leaning and checking the hall. Eyes glued to make sure she didn’t get caught, both hands were under her shorts now, one holding her phone. The fingers of the other hand strummed her labia. They were full and slippery and Devlin was hearing how wet she was. She brought back the phone. “Did you hear it?”

“I’m going to come.”

“You’re jerking off?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“You’re jerking that big cock?” She pushed two fingers inside herself, felt the ache left by the enormous thing her lover held in his big masculine hand right now somewhere off the highway between Toronto and Kingston.

“I’m thinking about you,” he said.

“I’m thinking about you,” she whispered.

“Come for me . . .”

“Oh no way,” she whispered, but oh yeah, it was close—it was going to happen again tonight. Then she whispered: “Let me hear you jerk it.”

She listened as the phone’s mic jostled then rustled against fabric. Now she could hear a slick skin-shuffling sound, and a wet clicking she imagined would be from his sticky pee-hole opening and closing while he stroked that magnificent thing. Her knees buckled and she squatted below the counter, one hand still in her shorts. “That sounds so fucking hot,” she hissed into the phone.

“Come for me,” he growled, phone back at his dirty mouth.

“I’m going to . . .”

“Think of what I did to that little kitty tonight and think of Josh running his tongue into our filth . . .”

She moaned and sighed, squinted her eyes shut, forehead pressed to cabinetry while her fingers plunged a curved shallow depth into her pussy. “He licked it all up . . .”

“You fed it to him . . .”

“He came while he ate me . . .”

“Jesus Christ, Kimmy, I’m going to fucking lose my mind . . .”

“Ah, ah-ha,” she laughed, her middle finger pad swirling over a delightful note inside her canal, “he shot his load all over . . . all over . . .”

“Shot his little load . . .”

She bucked, rocked her head on the cabinet door, the orgasm scooping out her mind now, flipping it over, “Oh god, his little load . . .”

“From that little dick . . .”

“Oh Devlin, I’m coming . . .”

“Tell me,” he grunted.

“His little dick drizzled all over my p-pussy—” The orgasm rocked her and she squeezed breath in her lungs, held on tight to consciousness while trying not to cry out. In her ear, Devlin growled and roared, huffed breath. Her lover was coming. Both of them heaved breath in each other’s ears for half a minute. Then Devlin chuckled and she did too.

She went to her knees and elbows on the kitchen floor, phone still pressed to her ear. “Wow,” she laughed and Devlin returned a throaty chuckle. 

“Yeah,” Devlin agreed.

“You came?”

“Fuck, did I.”

Now she fully exhaled, pulled her hair out of her eyes. “So hot.”

“So hot . . . Now go to bed, Chang, your husband’s waiting for you.”

She chuckled at the sheer badness of it. “Yeah. Good night.”

“See you tomorrow.”

She chuckled again. “See you.” She was smiling when she shut off the call.

***

What he thought about while he waited for her to make herself one of those disgusting kale smoothies was how she didn’t seem that surprised she’d squirted. If she’d ever done that before in their sex life, he wouldn’t have forgotten about it. In fact, the date was going down in his mental journal to be remembered. Monday, August 10: the date he’d made Kimmy Chang squirt. That was a huge accomplishment. Wasn’t it? If she’d squirted, that must mean the orgasm was bigger than usual. Or maybe it didn’t work that way. If ever he’d anticipated there could possibly be a day where his wife squirted, the way he pictured it going down was Kimmy being shocked and amazed at her husband’s ability, and also super-grateful. But tonight when it happened she was unbothered. Oh yeah, I guess I squirted. It can happen. It can happen? With who? Did some other guy make her squirt one time? That thought made him mad, thinking of her sharing some intimate moment like that with some faceless guy he hated on auto. And if that were the case, well, then, wouldn’t it stand to reason the whole time she’d been with him she’d wondered why Josh Waters couldn’t make her do that amazing thing? Did she think he was a flop? Like he was pretty good in bed but he couldn’t quite hit that spot the other guy could. And the longer Kimmy stayed in the kitchen, the more the darkness began to swirl around him.

You know who made her squirt? Yeah, that’s right, you got it: Devlin Stone.

Maybe Kimmy’d squirted all over Devlin’s massive cock every day this week, getting fucked on her lunch break . . . 

There was another person who could have made her squirt before: Kimmy. Her own fingers might have dowsed that well and produced a gusher. That made the most sense. And in fact he was smiling when the bedroom door opened again.

“Hey,” he called out.

“You’re not sleeping?”

“You don’t have to whisper.”

She giggled.

He said, “No, I’m waiting for you.”

Passing the foot of the bed on light feet, she said, “Waiting for some kale kisses?”

He chuckled, wormed deeper under the covers and closed his eyes. “Gross, no, keep away from me. Go brush your teeth.”

She was giggling as she closed herself in the bathroom. She scrubbed her teeth for a few minutes, gargled and spit, came out and shut off the bathroom light. On the way back to the bed, she said, “Yuck, I hate the taste of toothpaste after citrus.”

“Ugh. Orange juice and kale?”

“No—lemon,” she said, slipping in behind him under the sheets, her bare legs touching his bare legs. She curled up against his body and purred, “I get to be the big spoon.”

Her hand slipped over his chest and he clutched it over his heart while she wormed her face against the back of his head, blowing at his hair like it was tickling her nose. She smelled like mint.

Now she whispered, “That was amazing tonight.”

“It was,” he agreed.

“We just have to communicate.”

“Use our grown up words.”

She sighed, a slight happy groan in her throat. “I love you so much, Josh,” she whispered.

And he said what was on his mind: “Gross, why—just ‘cause I made you squirt? I feel so cheap now.”

She said, “Are you sure I did? Did I really . . . do that?” She couldn’t say squirt.

“You did.”

“It felt funny—tickly and good—but I don’t think I . . . Did I?”

“You did, babe. That was the first time?” He waited.

She avoided. She said, “It’s just because it was so . . . dirty. You’re an animal, Josh. I had a long day at work, and I mean . . . like fourteen hours, and I really needed a shower . . .” She chuckled near his ear, making his shoulder raise and his skin go to goose flesh. “You were very into it—you were going to do it no matter what I said, not taking no for an answer . . . and that was . . . that was really hot.”

“Yeah. It was an unexpected turn to my evening.”

She kissed his auricle, snuggled against him.

But he still wasn’t at peace.

“You said he didn’t assault you.”

“Devlin? No.”

“You don’t think that was assault?”

“No, he didn’t fight me. He was just letting me know . . . what he wanted.”

“So gross. I still can’t believe it. Why would he think he could get away with that? . . . You’re married.” He squirmed to face her; she gave him space, then cupped a hand on his neck.

“Some guys . . .” She shrugged.

“I don’t want to get into this again, I’m coming from a different place now, okay, but seriously: Why would you work for a man who held you down and tried to have sex with you?”

She patted his chest. “I can handle Devlin.”

“I know you can. But . . .”

Her expression tightened to serious. “For the money, Josh. To buy us a house.”

They held each other’s gaze; she thumbed his jaw.

But what about all the shoes she was buying, all the expensive suits? Just part of the game? Something she had to do in her new position to fit in? It was pretty sure the Chinese people she would be up against would appreciate seeing her success. Would think less of her showing up in one of the suits she wore at Immigration. The Chinese people she was working with now were nothing like the Chinese people she worked with before at Immigration. But still . . . The more money she spent on extravagances, the longer she would take to save money. No kidding, he bet if he added up what she’d spent on clothes in the last month it could be close to five figures. Devlin had given her an up front . . . damn it—he had to stop thinking like this. Of course she needed to buy those clothes. He’d just explained it to himself. It was part of the job, an expectation of the opposition and clients she faced now working with Chinese businesses.

“Okay,” he said and smiled. “I trust you.”

One more thing. She could see it in his face. She said, “What is it?”

“Did you . . .” His eyes wandered, then returned. “Did you wear . . . your lingerie to work—to the meeting?”

She nodded. “I wore it.”

“Why?”

She shrugged a shoulder, but didn’t look away. “I like it.”

“It’s . . . sexy. It’s meant for me. Who else would see it?”

She rolled her eyes up, thinking. “I like . . . I told you I like how I feel when I wear it. Nobody sees it, but I know I’m wearing it, and that makes me . . .” She shrugged her shoulders high, looking for an explanation. “It makes me feel . . .” She looked up, sheepish. “Powerful, I guess. Is that stupid?”

He chuckled, snuffled soft breathy laughter. She looked at him, puzzled. He kissed her forehead. That was good enough. He rolled over, gave her his back. “Okay, big spoon,” he said, throwing a thumb over his shoulder, “hop on.”

Kimmy sighed and cooed, snuggled up to his back, hugged her warm and lean body to his. She hooked an arm around and made a fist over his heart and he covered it with his own hand. She kissed his neck, whispered, “Good night, baby,” and his heart swelled with love and contentment.

“I love you, Kimmy.”

“I love you, too, Josh.”

She breathed wintergreen toothpaste over his cheek and he took it in. She smelled of soap too. He’d sudsed her good in the shower. Got all her nooks and crannies. Something else he did good: made her come hard enough to squirt.

Despite his thorough soaping of her afterward, he swore he could still detect the smell of her sex.