A Man of Service A John Wick Fanfic

Chapter 20

TW – smut, adult situations, swearing, drinking

They slept only for a few minutes when a knock on the door and a call of "Room service" made them bolt out of bed.

"Oh, shit," John exclaimed, running to a drawer and pulling out some pajama pants and a t-shirt.

Kate had run for the bathroom and wrapped a robe around herself. Standing at the threshold of the bathroom she heard John open the door and allow the attendant in to set up their dinner. She came into the dining area after John had closed and locked the door and wrapped her arms around him from behind. John turned around in her arms and kissed her.

"I love you, Katie," he said softly.

"I love you," she answered back.

He held her there for a few minutes, then released her and announced, "I'm hungry as hell."

"Me too," Kate admitted, sitting down at the table.

Kate amused John with more tales from her youth and neighborhood where she grew up in California as they ate their late night dinner and shared a bottle of wine.

As they nursed the last 2 glasses of wine over their cleaned off plates, Kate asked, "What exactly is keeping you here after I leave tomorrow? I mean what do you have to do to get out?"

John stood and walked over to the window and the darkness beyond it. "Kate, you know too much already. I'd be putting you in more jeopardy if I told you everything. The less you know, the better."

She rose and joined him, curling herself into his arms. "I'm afraid I'll never see you again. And I won't be able to stand it. I won't John. There's some kind of connection between the two of us that I don't understand and now that I can touch you and feel you, I can't give that up."

John kissed her forehead and soothed the hair on the side of her face. "I told you I'm coming back, Katie. I won't leave you. I need you as much as you need me. There's a completeness when we're together. You fill the gaps in me that I've never been able to fill since I was pulled out of my family home. But I have to do this or we'll never be free. I don't have a choice if we want to live in peace."

Kate pressed herself against him as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He held her tightly there for a long time as they watched the blackness envelop the city.

"It's going to be okay," John reassured her. "I'll come back to you, Katie. I promise you."

Kate lifted her face to look into his dark eyes, smiled and nodded. He leaned down to kiss her tenderly, the moist warmth of his lips and the feeling of his hand on her lower back causing butterflies in her stomach. The poignant kiss overtook them and became passionate, desirous, as John's hand curved around her backside and pulled her into his growing erection.

He couldn't have enough of her. He'd never have enough of her. He'd never have enough of her delicate, feather-like touch turning into deep, urgent caresses of wanting all of him to herself. Or the silky feeling of her full breasts yielding to the stroking of his tongue against her nipples. Or the way her back arched into him as his mouth devoured the area between her legs.

Her inflamed sighs as he kissed her neck aroused him, excited him and when she whispered his name, he reached down between them and untied the belt of the robe covering her nakedness. She lifted his chin to look into his captivated eyes and kissed him with her open mouth, welcoming his searching tongue as her head went back in pleasure. John's hands went around to the bare skin of her back, then travelled down to her backside where he gripped her to him.

Kate stepped back and in one quick movement, pulled his t-shirt off over his head to feel his broad, muscular back against her warm hands. Their lips met again urgently, needing each other desperately, as John led her to the plush, chocolate brown sofa and laid her down. He helped her remove the robe the rest of the way and quickly escaped from his pajama bottoms, looking at her beautiful body ready to yield to his touch.

"John, make love to me," she asked pleadingly, her arms reaching out to him, her eyes nearly tearing with desire. "I want you now."

"Katie," he murmured as he slipped his legs in between hers and laid down on top of her, kissing her deeply and imploringly.

Kate lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, pressing him to her even closer. As John kissed her, his erection naturally found her moist, trembling core and he entered her slowly, gently and she kissed him deeper.

She inhaled quickly, and arched her neck to meet his lips, her hips beginning to move back and forth against him. In response, John began thrusting into her, urged on by her legs wrapped tightly around him. As John plunged in deeper, Kate grabbed onto his back and physically begged him to move faster. She met his thrusts by arching her back and rubbed herself into him. He bucked faster and faster, their breathing increasing as they moved in unison.

The pleasure she felt having John completely to herself increased her passion and she called out his name again, begging him not to stop. As perspiration beaded their foreheads, they rocked back and forth, crashing together in need and desire.

John felt Kate's body begin to tense as her internal muscles tightened around his erection and it caused him to thrust into her even deeper. His movements became purposeful rather than erratic and Kate's breathing quickened as her mind focused only on the mounting release John was leading her to. She pulled in a deep breath and her body began to have a mind of its own, her arms flinging out from her body, and spasming and shuddering with abandon, releasing the tension of their lovemaking. As her body still twitched and she pulled air into her lungs, John made several short quick thrusts and arched his back as he exhaled and ejaculated inside her, a long groan escaping his lips as his erection released with voracity and relaxed.

He stayed inside her as he lay back down on her body, her arms wrapping around him as if she was protecting him from the world. They both let out a soft laugh as John lifted his face to look at her. Leaning on his arms beside her shoulders, his lips met hers in a sweet, loving kiss as they continued to lightly laugh.

"I'd have you anytime," Kate said to him, her hand on his cheek, her eyes still filled from their intimacy.

"I'd have you anytime," he repeated tenderly, kissing her.

Kate urged him to lay his body back down on hers, while his penis relaxed inside her.

"Don't move yet," she asked softly, basking dreamily in their intense closeness.

John kissed her neck. "I don't want to crush you."

"You're not," she answered just over a whisper. "You feel wonderful."

They lay there quietly as their breathing turned deep and slow, Kate's arms still draped around him while his lips lay softly against her neck. As time passed, they both felt themselves drifting off in sleep but before John totally lost himself, he pushed himself up and off her body.

"C'mon," he whispered, his hand stretched out to her. "Come with me."

Kate smiled up at him and took his hand. He led her to the bathroom and they showered together quickly, immediately falling into bed after they dried themselves off.

She curled in his arms, her head laying on his shoulder and her leg crossed over his.

"Sleep now, Katie," he whispered. "Sleep here right in my arms, safe from the world for now."

"I love you John," she answered him, kissing his neck.

"I love you Katie," he responded as he slowly closed his eyes and they both fell contentedly asleep.