Chapter 307: What the Game Kept Hidden
Martin lowered the zipper and pulled his cock free.
Katherine reacted first. Her orange eyes brightened, and her tongue passed slowly over her lower lip. Any uncertainty she had shown earlier disappeared as she leaned closer between his knees.
Cassandra remained still beside her.
Her crimson eyes stayed fixed on Martin’s lap. She wore the same focused expression she brought to a difficult proposal, although the color spreading from her cheeks down her neck betrayed how differently this affected her.
Martin glanced between them. "I wasn’t expecting both of you to go silent."
"Give her a moment," Katherine said. Her teasing tone had softened. "She didn’t know what to expect."
Cassandra drew a slow breath before raising her eyes to Martin’s face. "I thought I would be more composed."
Katherine smiled but did not embarrass her further. She shuffled forward until her knees touched the sofa, then rested one hand on Martin’s thigh and gently pressed his leg aside to make room for herself. Her red curls slipped over one shoulder and brushed his lap as she reached for him.
Her fingers closed around his cock in a slow, confident squeeze.
Martin’s thighs tensed, and his hips shifted before he could stop them. Katherine looked up at once, her grip loosening around him.
"Tell me if I’m moving too quickly."
Martin placed a hand on her shoulder before she could withdraw. "You’re not. Keep going."
Katherine gave a pleased hum, tightened her grasp, and began moving at an unhurried pace. With her free palm braced against his thigh, she leaned into each stroke until her upper body rocked gently between his knees.
Martin leaned back against the sofa, though his body would not settle. His hips edged toward her hand, and his fingers flexed against the cushion whenever she changed her grip.
Katherine studied his reactions. She tried a slower pull, noticed the tension in his jaw, and changed the angle of her hand until his breathing deepened. Satisfied, she rose higher on her knees and moved close enough for one breast to brush the inside of his thigh.
"You’ve thought about doing this before," Martin said.
"Many times," Katherine admitted. "I knew you inside the game long before I finally met you in person. Let me enjoy finding out what that world kept hidden."
Martin could not argue with that. Katherine had known the way he fought, the way he protected Angel, and the way he spoke when he forgot anyone might be listening. She had spent weeks growing closer to him as Crimson Halo while he remained unaware of the woman behind the avatar. Now her hand moved over something the game had never allowed her to discover, and the delight in her face was too genuine to mistake for simple teasing.
She continued before he could answer. Her shoulder rolled beneath his palm, her breasts swayed over his lap, and loose curls dragged back and forth across his skin. When Martin shifted beneath her, Katherine changed her balance and followed him without losing her rhythm.
Another rush of pleasure tightened his body, and his hand pressed harder against her shoulder. Katherine rocked back with the pressure, then leaned in again and allowed his movement to guide her closer.
She kept going until he hardened fully in her grasp.
"There you are," she murmured.
Only then did Katherine look down. She repositioned her fingers and tried to close them around his girth, but the tips stopped short of meeting. After testing her grip from another angle, she turned her hand enough for Cassandra to see the remaining distance.
"You’re much thicker than I expected." Genuine appreciation warmed Katherine’s voice. She gave him another slow stroke while admiring what she held. "Mommy has found herself a wonderful new toy."
Cassandra’s gaze finally left Martin’s cock. She looked at Katherine for several seconds, visibly reconsidered whatever she had been about to say, and returned her attention to Katherine’s moving hand.
The restrained reaction only deepened Katherine’s smile, but she left Cassandra alone.
Cassandra remained topless and knelt close enough for their shoulders to nearly touch, yet she made no attempt to join in. Her breathing stayed measured while she followed each movement with the concentration Martin had previously seen her reserve for difficult negotiations.
Katherine noticed the intensity of her stare but, for once, did not tease her. She leaned forward until her breath warmed the tip of Martin’s cock. His fingers curled into the sofa cushion, drawing her eyes upward again.
She pressed a lingering kiss to the head.
The tenderness of it caught Martin off guard. Katherine could have hurried, but she kept her lips against him until the softness became more provocative than anything rushed would have been. When she drew back, she watched his face for a moment, then parted her lips around him.
Katherine lowered her mouth slowly, paused, and drew back before taking him again. She accepted a little more each time, inching her knees closer to the sofa while her hand followed the movement of her mouth. Her other palm stayed planted on Martin’s thigh to steady her.
His hips lifted to meet her.
The unexpected movement rocked Katherine onto her heels, but she caught herself against his leg. A breathless sound escaped her before she adjusted her angle and followed him back toward the cushions.
Her red curls spilled across his lap and slid over his skin as her head and shoulders began moving together. The playful gleam in her eyes gradually gave way to concentration.
Martin’s hand left the cushion and returned to her shoulder. His fingers pressed into her warm skin while her pace increased, and Katherine answered the pressure by taking him deeper. When his hips tried to follow, she slowed just enough to make him wait before giving him what he wanted.
Her eyes shifted toward Cassandra, who had not moved from her place beside them. Her breasts rose and fell a little faster while she watched Katherine’s mouth, Martin’s hand on her shoulder, and the composure steadily leaving his face.