Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
ZANE
“Do you know… what aggravates the shit out of me?” Dayra slurs from the passenger seat of my truck.
I chuckle and her friend Maia chimes in from the back seat.
“The Tall Hateful Devil?”
I roll my eyes at the name they have given me. Dayra whips her head around in Maia’s direction and points at her. “Yes! That! But no.”
“What?” I ask, playing into the game that she’s playing.
“Why is it when women sleep with someone, they’re sluts but men can have sex with an entire cheerleading squad and they get cheered on for it?”
Maia nods from the backseat with her eyes closed and points at Dayra. “That part!”
I shake my head at the two of them.
“We’re almost to your house,” I tell her, pointing at the little yellow house just ahead of us.
“Oh my gosh, Reese Piecie!” Maia shouts.
“She’s going to be so excited to see you!”
“I can’t wait to snuggle her!”
I turn into her driveway and put the truck in park.
“No one get out yet. I’ll get the doors so you don’t fall out.”
They both start trying to say something as I close the door and get out, walking around the truck. I let Maia out first and offer her a hand. She hops down and stumbles when she lands. I hold her arm to steady her and walk her to the stairs before going back to get Dayra, who’s already opened her door and is trying to slowly reach her feet toward the ground.
I pick her up at the hips and set her down on the ground. She stares up at me with those green eyes burning a hole right through me. Her eyeliner is smudged and her lipstick has worn off, but there’s a faded red stain on her plump lips and I want nothing more than to kiss her until it’s gone.
I lean in closer to her, my hands still lingering on her perfect hips.
“Come home with me,” I whisper, kissing her lips gently.
She leans into me and kisses me back. She sighs when she pulls away. “Okay. Let me get Maia situated.”
I smile down at her. “Okay.”
She rummages through her small purse and unlocks the door. She and Maia disappear inside and I wait outside. I look around at the house in front of me. It’s small and quaint. The yellow is old and faded and there are hedge bushes on either side of the small concrete steps leading to the front door.
The front door opens and a drunken Dayra walks out with an oversized bag over her shoulder. I consider giving her shit about her spend-a-night bag but think better of it. She’s just drunk enough to tell me to go fuck myself and there are parts of her that I would sell part of my soul to see, let alone touch.
I offer her my hand and she hops up into the passenger seat of my truck. I close the door and walk around to the driver’s seat with my dick hard despite the cold temperature outside.
I swear this woman could make me hard even if I were standing in the middle of an ice storm wearing nothing but my socks. Something about her does it for me. Everything. She irritates me. She bothers me. She gets under my skin like no one else can. And she makes me absolutely crazy for her.
“Did you get my email today?” I ask as I head in the direction of my house.
“ Mmhmm ,” she hums.
“And? Are you applying?” I pry.
She shrugs and leans over the center console. “I think… we should talk about something other than work,” she says, trailing her fingertips down my chest in a beeline for the buckle of my slacks.
I hiss when she strokes me through the thin material. I press my foot down on the gas pedal. I need her now.
“Fuck,” I groan as she glides her hand over my shaft again.
I whip into my driveway and grab her by the nape of her neck, pulling her lips to mine. She tastes like alcohol and bad decisions.
“Out. Now.” I grit, pulling way from her. I open my door and grab her hand as she slides out of the truck. I open the front door with her in tow.
My heavy front door slams behind us. My body is buzzing, drunk on lust as I stare at Dayra. Standing in my kitchen, looking so goddamn beautiful.
She steps closer until our bodies are flush against one another. The room is quiet. The air is thick around us. My heart hammering in my chest is all I can hear in the deafening silence. I run my fingers across her collarbone, beneath her green cardigan. I slowly press it off her shoulders and down her arms, revealing her bare skin.
She drops her arms and it falls to the floor. I grip the tucked-in white shirt she’s donning and tug it over her head. This is the most of her I’ve seen without clothes and the more I see, the more I am desperate to have her.
Her pale skin is dotted with freckles sporadically. A whole world of constellations on her body that I want to memorize and search for every night.
Dayra’s arms instinctively cover her stomach, trying to shroud her body from my prying eyes.
“No ma’am. Let me see all of you. All of this perfect body you carry around underneath those clothes everyday.”
Her eyes meet mine, a question lingering somewhere in them that never leaves her mind. She drops her arms, looking up at me through half-lidded eyes.
She slips her hands inside my suit jacket, pushing it over my shoulders. I take it off and toss it on the island in the kitchen and begin unbuttoning my shirt. Dayra again runs her hand over my chest and pushes it off my shoulders.
Her fingernails scrape the skin of my peck and this dance we’re doing is tantalizing.
“I’ll never get over the fact that you have all of these tattoos. I can’t believe I never knew. No one knows. You just walk around all day having these beautiful pieces of art covering your skin and no one knows.”
“These tattoos, they’re so much a part of me. Each one a piece of me bared to whoever sees it on my skin. My body is my own private journal. It isn’t for everyone.”
Her hands roam over my chest, skimming down to the buckle of my belt. I undo it and she pops the button on my slacks free. She pushes them down, revealing a pair of boxers beneath. I step out of them, leaving them in a pile on the kitchen floor. I can’t bear to be this far away from her any longer. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her hands are tangled in my hair as her tongue tangles with mine. I walk us to my bedroom, pushing the door open with my foot.
Inside my bedroom is a small tree on the nightstand that I setup just for Dayra illuminating the room. The white lights give the room a warm feel. After I left the office, I came home and decorated this tiny tree, in the hopes that I could get her to see it and what do you know? The bartender had Johnny text me about Dayra needing rescuing and who am I to leave a damsel in distress?
“Oh my God,” she gasps, spotting the tree. She stares at it then back at me, then back at the tree, putting her feet down on the floor.
“Tell me that the Grinch secretly loves Christmas?” she asks.
I smile at her. “The Grinch does not. But he is pretty fond of a girl who does.”
Her smile fades a bit, but she tries to mask it.
“You did this for me?”
I nod. “I even picked out green and white ornaments because green is your favorite color.”
“How do you know?”
“Dayra, everything you have is green. Your phone case, your most worn outfits, your toenails, the seat covers in your car… should I go on?”
She stares at me silently for a beat before she looks at the tree again.
“I—I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” I whisper, pressing my lips to hers.
I kiss her hard, pouring every bit of how she makes me feel into my kiss. She tugs at her own jeans and unbuttons them, stepping out of the one foot at a time.
“Fuck me, Zane.”
“Oh, I will baby. But first, I’m tasting that sweet pussy you’ve been teasing me with for so goddamn long.”
I reach my hands around her and unclasp her bra, her breasts spilling out as I toss the material aside. She’s standing before me wearing nothing but a pair of solid black cotton thongs and I’m fucking salivating at what’s waiting for me beneath them.
I can’t stop staring at her gorgeous body, curves in all the right places. Her white stretch marks on her hips are so fucking sexy, I want to run my tongue over them. I stare in awe at the sight before me. How the fuck did I not notice how perfect she was before now?
I place my palm just above her tits and push her back onto my bed. She lies down and stares at me with the sexiest fucking look on her face. I’m so goddamn turned on by her I’m going to come in my pants like a prepubescent teenager.
“Spread your legs for me, babygirl,” I command.
She grins at me and does as she’s told. I kneel on the bed between her legs and pull off her thong, revealing her pussy. So fucking pretty and pink and ready for me. I run my hand across her thigh, grazing her wetness with my thumb. She gasps and her head tilts back. I lean down, kissing my way down her body. I start at her collarbone and trail kisses down to her thighs.
“Oh, shit,” she moans as I continue kissing each one of her thighs.
I kiss her inner thigh, sucking lightly before I skim my nose across her pussy to kiss her other thigh. I repeat this process, getting closer and closer to her pussy as I continue teasing her.
I glance up at her face as the lights from the small tree on the nightstand illuminate her features. Her eyes are shut tight and her mouth is parted slightly. Her lightly stained red lips are plump and perfect and I want nothing more than to see them wrapped around my cock.
I tease her, running my tongue gently on the outer part of her lips before I give her what she’s been waiting for this entire time. The satisfying moan that she lets out makes me even harder for her. She tastes so goddamn delicious, I could stay here all night and never come up for air. Especially if she’s going to keep making those fucking sexy sounds. Every moan and mmm that she hums has me wanting to fuck the mattress to get some relief.
I devour her, eating her pussy like it’s the first meal I’ve had in ages and the last one I’ll have for the next decade. It doesn’t take long for her to fist her hands in my hair, legs lifted while her orgasm courses through her. She’s screaming so loud I swear the neighbors a block away know exactly what I’m doing to her.
“Zane,” she pants as I slow my pace, sucking her sensitive clit into my mouth ever so gently.
“Yeah, babygirl?” I glance up at her, flicking my tongue from her entrance to her clit.
Dayra’s thighs are on my shoulders and her heels are in the center of my back. She arches into me and I quicken my slow pace.
“Fuck. Yes, baby. Yes!” she cries as her body convulses with her release again. I slide my hand to my hard cock and stroke it, moaning as I taste every last drop of her orgasm. Her eyes are glazed as she stares down at me. I sit up onto my knees and she watches intently as I stroke myself.
“Wow. That’s so sexy,” she compliments, her eyes never leaving my cock.
She trails her hand down between her legs and circles her clit with her finger. I’m going to fucking explode watching her.
“Baby, you’re driving me insane. I need you. I need you right now,” I tell her, climbing on top of her. Her hands are behind my neck in an instant, pulling me down until my lips are on hers. She kisses me with such passion and hunger and a need that you would never know she just had two back to back orgasms.
She pulls away, pushing at my chest. I give her a questioning stare and she grins, pushing me onto my back as she climbs on top of me. I grip her thighs as she guides herself down onto my cock.
“ Ohhh, fuckkk …” I groan as her slick pussy engulfs me. She slides down until there’s nothing between us. She rocks her hips slowly, pressing her hand in the center of my chest. Her green shimmering fingernails against the black ink of my tattoos draws my attention. I stare at the connection between us as she grinds in a slow, circular motion. Her thick thighs against my hips, the feel of her orgasm sliding against where our bodies meet. It’s too much.
It’s fucking perfection and I never want this moment to end. I want to ride this wave of being on the cusp of my own release as I stare at this beautiful specimen of a woman riding my cock in the low light of Christmas lights.
She grinds harder. Faster. Her palm placed on my chest as she stares down at me.
“I hate you,” she moans.
“Ditto, babygirl.”
“I hate you, Zane,” she moans my name and all it takes is for her to tighten around me and I can’t hold back a second longer. With the smell of her sweet cunt on my face and her riding me, I’m a goner.
“Fuck, babygirl. I’m coming with you!” I cry out, gripping her thighs and pounding into her.
She’s moaning and clenching around me as I come so hard inside her. My orgasm is so strong that I start to catch a cramp in my thigh.
“ Ahhh ,” I wail, gripping at the back of my thigh and trying to bend my leg upward.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asks, her face full of concern for whatever is ailing me.
“Cramp,” I croak, still gripping my thigh. It finally secedes and I’m able to catch my breath. “Whew,” I exhale and Dayra giggles, wiggling her hips as I’m still inside her.
“Okay. I’m going this way,” she points to her right as she dismounts and walks to my bathroom.
I get up and hobble my way into the bathroom behind her, my thigh still tender from the cramp in it.
I open the cabinet next to my shower and grab a washcloth. I turn on the water and let it run for a moment as she sits down to pee. Part of me is a little sad that my cum is leaking out of her. I want her to feel me inside of her always. I want to cum in her every single day.
I clean myself up and when Dayra returns I run it back beneath the warm flow of the water, heating it again. I kneel in front of her and run the warm cloth softly between her legs. She grips at my shoulders, her eyes closed and head tilted back as I clean her up.
I place a kiss on her smooth mound before standing and kissing her lips.
“Come on, let’s go get in the bed. You’re freezing,” I note, grabbing her hand and leading her back to my bed.
She follows me to the bed and I lift the blanket for her to climb beneath it. I slide in behind her and click the button to turn off the Christmas tree lights. I nestle in behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist.
She leans into me, tilting her head back to rest it on my shoulder. I kiss the side of her temple.
“How’s your leg?” she asks and I can hear the smile in her voice.
I laugh softly. “It’s good. A little sore, but it was so fucking worth it.”
She nods enthusiastically with her eyes closed.
“Goodnight, Dayra,” I whisper.
“Goodnight,” she whispers back.
I lay there with my mind racing as she falls asleep in my arms. I’m falling madly in love with a woman I couldn’t stand merely a month ago. Somehow, all the things that I thought I hated about her have turned into quirks that I adore. I’m fucked.