Page 68 of Haunt the Mall

By the time I got to my room, Victor had coaxed Jinx to the edge of the bed. My cat stretched to sniff his proffered hand.

It wasn’t the same one he’d had inside of me. The faint smell of lemony alcohol and the lack of residue on his mouth and fingers meant he probably used one of the wet wipes from my dresser to clean up before official introductions.

Victor looked like a fucking snack with his hair mussed and clothes undone. Somehow, I doubted that would impress my cat.

Jinx sniffed, then stepped closer with his tail raised and crooked.

I held my breath. Usually, he tolerated my guests with mild indifference.

But Jinx took another sniff, gave Victor a wide-eyed once-over, then rubbed his cheek on my Spider-Man's hand.

“Hello,” Victor said warmly, and petted his head.

I bit my lip to contain a squeal. My two guys were getting along. Jinx trusted him. That meant I could too, right?

“I see you’ve met Jinx,” I said, strolling behind Victor to discreetly toss my shorts and undies into the hamper.

He smoothed the black fur. “He’s been kind enough to share his space with me.”

“Aren’t we lucky?” I grinned and flopped onto the bed.

Jinx started and stared.

“What?” I tilted my head. Was I trying too hard? Or did he prefer I gave them a minute to get acquainted? I sighed and scratched his back to appease him. “Sorry to disturb your sanctum. Do you think we could have the room for a bit?”

Jinx purred low and slid between our hands. His silky tail flicked against my legs as he hopped down from the bed, a subtle, 'don’t fuck this up, Kat.' He padded out of the room, pausing to give me a long look that said, 'I better get a treat for this.'

He would. I needed my treats, first.

Victor chuckled. “He acquiesced to your request.”

“He’s very intelligent. And judgmental. But he likes you, which is a big deal.” I rubbed my thighs together and tugged the bottom of his belt loops. “I like you too.”

“Oh?” He smirked. As if it wasn’t obvious.

I nodded, unable to trust my orgasm-addled brain to stop the ‘L-word’ from tumbling out my lips.

“I like you…two,” he said, though he could’ve meant ‘too.’

I scooted to the edge of the mattress, spread my legs on either side of him, then splayed open his pants.

“Kat.” His eyes flashed.

“I really like you,” I said, taking his hot, thick member in hand. Did he understand? Could he feel how much I wanted to be with him? I pressed the flat of my tongue just under his shaft.

“Oh, Kat,” he whispered, rubbing the nape of my neck.

I wanted to purr. Or tell him I loved him.

Instead, I sucked his dick.

He shuddered and groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, though he fought valiantly to watch me rub, tug, and suck him to oblivion.

I savored the tang of salt at his tip. His breathless pants and whispered praises egged me on, my name his heathen chant. I memorized the shape of him, prodding each vein with my tongue until he grasped my hair and pulled lightly. An obscene string of spit connected my mouth to his shaft.

“I want to fuck you on your back,” he said, his voice gravel and sex.

I licked my lips and the string snapped. “Do it,” I said.