Lustful Hearts
Chapter 103: Cat Fight - P1

'Where are you?'

A smile tugged on my lips reading Joel's text, he was going to flip out when he saw my outfit. I stood gazing in the mirror, my mind totally blown away by Elijah's efforts.

My fingers smoothed down the mock fur, admiring the cat like reflection staring back. I was a black and white feline from the musical Cats. Elijah knew I had a major addiction having seen it five times before. I squealed the moment he revealed it, and he grinned getting the reaction he had expected. He twirled me around as I thanked him over and over. We both laughed so hard we had fallen into a heap, laughing until it physically hurt.

Elijah helped me into the costume once all the food and drink was laid out. Everything looked perfect, but then again this was Elijah so I'd expect nothing less.

After quickly painting on the last few whiskers on my face, he left to get into his own costume. Despite several shameless attempts to squeeze the information out of him, I finally gave in.

I would just have to wait for the big reveal when he made his entrance. I finished off the final touches before receiving the text from Joel asking about my whereabouts.

'I'm in the spare bedroom x'

I texted back and giggled waiting for his reaction. The door opened moments later and Joel's eyes widened the moment he laid eyes on me

"Fuck, Iz..." was all he managed to squeeze out, his eyes alight, taking in every inch of me. I could see the hunger present inside them, when they finally returned to mine.

"Do you like?" I asked teasingly, spinning around to give him a better view from all angles.

He instantly grabbed my tail, pulling me nearer. "I more than like." His breath tickled my face as he lips instantly covered mine. "Fuck baby, I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off you."

His lust filled eyes gazed deep into mine as his hands smoothed down the material, not stopping till they rested on my bottom. His fingers cupped my cheeks lifting me effortlessly off the floor walking me over to the wall.

I groaned when he slowly ground into me, giving me exactly what I wanted.

"Fuck, Iz, does this thing have a zip?"

My eyes instantly snapped open. “Joel, we can't, not here There's people barely metres away in the other room.”

"But I want you so bad," he moaned, his fingers tightening as his mouth sought out mine.

God, I wanted him too.

I never stopped.

I craved him every minute of every day.

He carried on relentlessly, my moans becoming louder. Joel swallowed each one, until my eyes widened, and I came right there against the wall.

"I thought there was nothing more perfect than the sight of you coming, but shit you dressed as a cat, I think I might have a fetish." He grinned before loosening his grip, slowing dropping me back down to the floor.

We headed to the bathroom to clean up. Joel's eyes widened when he noticed the popper buttons, then they grew even wider when I showed him the bikini I had on underneath.

"Easy access for later." I winked and he groaned, flopping against the sink like I'd taken his legs from underneath him.

"God, Iz, are you trying to kill me?"

I grinned at his words. "What a sweet death it would be." My hands smoothed down his shirt, feeling the hard muscle underneath, admiring him in a suit.

He was dressed as one of the Blues Brothers, and he was jaw dropping. He finished off placing his hat and shades back on to complete his outfit.

"Promise me one thing," I asked, my fingers playfully teasing the material of his tie.

"Anything, it's yours."

"That you'll leave your hat on when we get home."

His lips spread out into a wide grin. "Baby, I think it's time to christen some of the walls."

I gasped in delight. "Really?"

"Oh, I'm going to make you more than acquainted with each one."

I smiled in delight at his words, I for one, couldn't wait.

***

We rejoined the party and grabbed some drinks, trying to blend in the best we could. I could feel the blush rising, wondering if anyone had heard us. But Joel continually whispered constant reassurances in my ear that we were fine.

Elijah finally made his grand entrance as Edna Turnblad's mother, we all roared with laughter at his performance. It was typical Elijah to be so extravagant, and we soaked up every minute of his over the top theatrics.

Working the room, we didn't get much opportunity to spend with Elijah, until he finally made his way over, his eyes shining when they rested greedily on Joel. "Well hello, handsome, you definitely know how to work a suit."

His eyes worked the length of Joel's body, and I felt his hands grip me tighter. I was practically moulded against him anyway, but it was like he was using me as a protective shield.

Elijah always took great delight winding him up, enjoying watching Joel squirm, and I couldn't help smile at his wicked ways. He could be pure twisted at times.

"Fancy a dance, Joel?" he shamelessly asked.

Joel pulled me in tighter against him. "Errr no, I don't dance."

"That's a shame, I'd like to grind up against that hot body." He gave Joel a cheeky wink before walking away.

And this was definitely one of them.

Joel spun me around, his eyes wide in complete horror that I couldn't help but laugh. "It's not funny, Iz. Fuck, he was minutes away from groping me." He scowled like he was picturing the whole scenario in his head.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh relax, he's winding you up, he gets off on seeing your reaction." He had a sick sense of humour that was true. Joel gripped my tail tighter in frustration. I was pretty sure it would soon snap off.

"Don't you dare leave me!" Joel warned. He's going to pounce the moment you do."

I snorted at his over the top reaction. "He does have a boyfriend, you know, he's not in the habit of leaping on people." But then I turned to see both Elijah and Sam eye-fucking my boyfriend.

Really?

They both wore twisted grins on their faces, right now Joel's fears were almost warranted. I pulled his hands around me tighter, nibbling on his jaw, it always seemed to soothe him.

Several beers later Joel began to get more amorous, his wandering hands were the reason for my blushes.

I could feel myself flushing as I constantly rebuffed his advances. The heat was definitely rising until my eye caught the attention of someone heading my way.

Oh god, here comes trouble.

Joel felt me stiffen, and he bent down to whisper in my ear. "Something wrong, Iz?"

"Ahh so you must be the Joel I keep hearing about, Elijah's been filling me in. I thought it was best I come over before you do another of your disappearing acts again."

I watched Elijah's face frown in the distance, as mine fell, and he rushed over to try to intercept the conversation.

"B, behave," he warned, his eyes flicked to mine, and I noted the look of concern they held. He always had trouble reining his cousin in.

We didn't have the best history, she seemed to have a major problem with me being best friends with Elijah.

"What?" she asked innocently, although she was far from it.

Elijah frowned at the smile creeping over her face. "You know what."

"What does B stand for?" Joel asked quietly behind me.

"Bitch," I said aloud, not caring if she could hear.

"Izzy..." Elijah warned, giving me a look, but I refused to acknowledge it.

"Now now, little kitty cat, put your claws back in and play nice," she replied, narrowing her eyes in a silent warning. "Why? You don't," I retorted.

"True, but I play the game so much better." She licked her lips in delight at her words, her eyes still locked on mine.

If she wanted a showdown then I would give her one.

"B, come help me with the drinks." Elijah grabbed her arm, trying to lead her away but she was having none of it, firmly standing her ground. "Nah, I think I'm good here chatting to Joel. Why don't you run along with Elijah, Izzy, you and him are practically attached at the hip?"

I snorted at her bitchy remark. "Jealous much."☐☐☐☐☐☐