Chapter Eight – Zane
As soon as our mouths met, whatever defenses I had been putting up to deny my want for her fell away in an instant.
I grabbed her waist, pulling her into me roughly, and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I could feel her moaning against me, but I could hardly take it in, the rush of sheer arousal pushing everything else out of my brain. I couldn’t care about a damn thing. I just wanted her.
Our mouths didn’t break for an instant as I pushed her back on to the bed, moving on top of her, pushing my knee between her thighs to part them easily, feeling her push back against me and grinding herself into me like this was what she had been waiting for all along.
I could already feel my cock starting to swell in my pants, all that want I had been trying to shove down inside of me starting to get the better of me. But this time, I didn’t have to sneak off to the shower and stroke myself to the thought of her. No, she was underneath me, kissing me, her hands on my shoulders, nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt, just like I had imagined.
I moved my mouth down to her neck, and she let out a deep, needy groan. I could feel it vibrating through her whole body, like it was responding to me from some place deep down inside of her.
Sliding my hands down, I grabbed her jeans and pushed them off, tossing them aside, then grabbed her panties and ripped them off. She gasped, and I kissed her again, loving the feel of her tongue in my mouth, her teeth catching on my lip. I knew if I stopped for even a moment, I was going to think better of this, but here, now? Now, all I wanted was the feel of her beneath me, giving in to me, like she couldn’t do anything else.
I should have been punishing her for trying to steal for me. Shit, I didn’t even know what her intentions would have been if she had gotten her hands on that phone—call in the Dogs, have them rip me apart, limb by limb?
Right now, none of that mattered. All that I cared about was the way she was touching me, lifting her hips to press herself into me. She must have been able to feel how hard I was for her already. No matter what I tried to hold back, I couldn’t hide my desire for her.
But I needed her to say it. The circumstances made this murky, and there was no way I was going to do anything I wasn’t totally sure of. I moved a hand between her legs again, and she spread her thighs at once, like she didn’t even need to think twice. I hovered my fingers just a few inches from her so she could feel the warmth of me, without touching her.
She whined with want, and fuck, that noise was almost enough to make me fuck her right then and there. But not before she said it out loud.
“Tell me what you want,” I ordered her, my mouth pressed against her ear. My voice hardly even sounded like my own, written with a dark desire that made everything else vanish from my mind. But I was never going to be the guy who pushed further than what was truly wanted. If she told me no, as hard as it would be, I would stop here.
“I want...” she breathed, and she tipped her head back against the bed, letting out another groan through her teeth. I could tell it was nearly impossible for her to get the words out. I gripped her face, turned it back to face me, and looked into her eyes.
“Tell me,” I repeated myself. She seemed to click in to what was going on here, that I wouldn’t give her what she clearly wanted so badly.
“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed, finally, the words escaping her mouth in a single gasp. That was all I needed. I reached down to unzip my pants and took my cock into my hand. She hooked her ankles around my legs, drawing me in closer, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted, eyes burning as she looked down to watch me moving into her for the first time.
Planting myself against her slit, I thrust myself into her in one motion. She was already so wet for me, I slid into her with ease, filling her to the hilt. We both moaned, and she grabbed my face and tilted it up so she could look into my eyes as I held myself there inside of her.
I wanted to savor this moment. I knew it was crazy. I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t have been letting myself get this close to her, that I could have been putting myself at risk taking my eye off the ball in this way. But fuck it. When she felt this good wrapped around my cock, I didn’t care.
I wrapped my arms around her and started to fuck her properly, taking her in long, deep strokes, fucking her into the mattress, watching as her face registered the sensations, her eyes half-lidded, a small furrow appearing between her brows. I could already feel her starting to tighten around me, like she was pulling me in deeper and deeper, lifting her hips to grind against me and take me in as deep as she possibly could.
Our bodies were pressed together, leaving little space for anything other than the pleasure we were passing back and forth between ourselves, this burning need, this desire that consumed everything else, even the good sense inside of me that warned me I should know better than to get close to her like this. She had just been trying to steal from me, and yet, I didn’t want to punish her for it...
No, I wanted to make her come. And I wasn’t going to ease off until I was sure I had taken her over that edge and into her release.
I could feel her starting to tense, her thighs twitching as she squeezed them on either side of me, her head pressed into my shoulder, breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Knowing she was getting close, it turned me on like nothing else. I was hardly able to hold myself back as the pleasure began to rise inside of me, driving me to that point of no return, to that point where nothing else mattered but the sheer intensity of the way she made me feel...
And then, I felt it, her pussy contracting around my cock—she stilled for a moment, nails digging into my back, and then, a rush of curse words escaped her lips as she went over the edge and into her release. She pushed her hips into mine, grinding herself deep onto me like she couldn’t get enough, and I just held myself there, letting her massage me from the inside out, letting the pulsations of her pleasure take me over the edge and into my own release.
My whole body shuddered with pleasure as I finished inside of her, pressing my cock into her deep as I filled her with my seed—as though we hadn’t been reckless enough, going this far. I had forgotten to so much as grab a condom. But right now, it didn’t seem to matter.
I stirred my hips against her, not pulling back yet. Because I knew when I pulled back, we would have to contend with the reality of what had just happened here.
And, as she turned her head to brush her lips against mine once more, I knew her head was in exactly the same place mine was.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth and forced the doubt from my mind. There would be time for that later. For now? For now, I just wanted to enjoy how fucking good she felt wrapped around me.
And forget how much trouble I had likely landed myself in.