Chapter 18
Zoltán
She’d kissed me. Not a brush of her lips on my cheek.
Not kissed me back. Fia Bacque had wrapped her arms around me and kissed me first. All she’d wanted throughout the day was to beat me on the race track, but she turned around and said she’d rather go back to that nasty motel she’d been scared of. With me.
I tried not to get too carried away.
But when we rinsed ourselves off in the showers of the park, I’d seen the outline of her naked body and nearly begged on my knees to have her again. There. Anywhere.
On the drive from my storage unit to the motel, we barely talked. I couldn’t touch her, or I might throw her in the back seat and have my way with her. I could still feel her lips hungry against mine.
I held the wheel tight, focusing on the road. I didn’t dare look at her. One glance and I’d pull over, unbuckle her, and drag her across my lap. The spanking she was about to get for pretending we weren’t anything the last month?
If she thought the bike had made her ass red-raw, she had another thing coming.
Every breath she let out, every sigh, every shuffle in her seat was a countdown until we got past that door.
She’d kissed me.
And I was going to do a hell of a lot more than kiss her back this time.
My cock was so hard, I was starting to go dizzy.
Which wasn’t the best idea, seeing as I was speeding to get back to our room.
I clung to my vision as hard as the wheel, my knuckles whitening.
The second I screeched the car into the space outside our door, she lifted her fist. “I have the key ready.”
My laugh was a breath of relief. She hadn’t changed her mind. She was as needy as me.
She didn’t wait for me to open her car door. We left everything in the boot. She shoved the key in the lock, and I was already behind her — ready to shut us into our own world.
As soon as the door was open, she didn’t step in. She whirled around to face me, grabbed my jacket, and dragged me down to kiss her again.
I swept up her tongue with my own, kicked the door behind us, and pinned her hands to the wall. She rubbed herself against me until I knocked her feet apart, against the skirting board.
“You’ve had this coming, Fia,” I warned her.
She smiled, panting, sin in her eyes as she defied me. “Give me your worst, Mr Farkas.”
I nipped at her throat, and she arched into my mouth, always wanting more.
“Needy girl, aren’t you?”
She nodded, scraping her head against the wall.
“Needy whore, aren’t you?”
Her nods picked up.
“My kis szemtelen.”
The last time I’d called her ‘little tease,’ her eyes had rolled back. They did the same here. “You need me, don’t you?”
More nods as she kicked off her shoes and chucked her phone towards the bed. But as much as I was here for her body to submit, I wanted the same from her heart.
“Say it. Make me want to fuck you senseless.”
She laughed deep in her throat as I pulled at her lip with my teeth. “You already do.”
Smart mouth.
“Fia,” I warned and stepped back, her hands falling to her side. I needed her, but I loved tormenting her as much as she had tortured me. “I need your verbal consent. Tell me everything you want from me.”
She whined and pulled me back, lifting my hand to hers against the wall. I chuckled and dropped it.
Her eyes narrowed. “I want you to rip my clothes off me. I want you to lose yourself in me, to leave marks that people will question. I want your mouth on every inch of me. I want to be hoarse with crying.”
She yelped as I ripped the Lycra fleece from her, not bothering with the zip. She spread her legs when I pulled her leggings past her ankles and lifted one of her legs over my shoulders.
I didn’t tease her. We were past that. I needed her taste. I needed her to unravel. I swirled my tongue around her clit, cherishing her deep exhale, the soft thud of her head falling back on the wall.
“I want you to pin me down, hold me open, and use me. I—I want your teeth on my skin. Your hands around my throat.” Her gasp was harsh in the humid night breeze. Her fingers tangled in my hair. “I want you to ruin me, Zolt—Zolt, fuck.”
“More,” I murmured against her pussy. “Tell me more.”
I held her hips to my face, grabbed her ass, and just as I built a rhythm with my tongue, I thrust two fingers in her. Wet sounds filled the room, and I groaned against my cunt. That’s what it was. Mine.
For three beats, she was only deep exhales. She swallowed, and her voice thickened, so fucking sexy, I thrust my tongue inside her.
“Zolt,” she moaned, collapsing against me, shifting just enough for my fingers to find her again. My shoulder and grip were the only things holding her upright. “Zoltán—oh my god… oh, fuck.”
She trembled, her swear broken by her rasps as she came, clenching around my fingers. Her face was flushed, rosy, and kissable.
But I didn’t have the willpower to look at her for long. If I made eye contact with her, that would be it. I’d be inside of her.
“More,” I demanded in English.
She jolted upright, her legs wobbled around me, and I held her tight.
“More? Zolt!” Her body tensed again as I went back to that sensitive clit of hers. “Zolt, I can’t.”
Hungarian was gone.
Her instinct had kicked back in.
“Can,” I said back, and pulled the hood of her clit back to suck directly on it.
She cried out, holding me back, almost lying on top of me as she took every lap of my tongue like a good girl.
“I’m going to—I’m going to— oh, Zolt.” She panted in my ear, running her sweet, aroused sounds straight to my throbbing cock.
She fell to her knees before me, arms around my neck, raspy laughter leaving her. She rested her head against mine. “That was… I don’t know what that was.”
“Yummy,” I said, and she laughed again before kissing her taste off my lips.
I pulled her to me, my hands travelling over her body, and she moaned my name as I found between her legs again and played with her.
Until the cry of my name came out more urgent. “Zolt, the door!”
I looked over and lunged at the door when I realised I might have kicked it, but I definitely hadn’t closed it. In my desperation, my hands had found her instead of the lock.
I kicked it again, and it closed. I heard the click. Maybe. I didn’t really care.
She was laughing as I tugged her to her bed. She kicked off the leggings still around one ankle and waved a hand at where we’d slept. “Push them together.”
It took one shove.
She tried to do that magic trick with her bra again, but I pulled it off her with far more haste, pressing kisses down her neck as I pushed her onto the bed.
She crawled back like prey, eyes flickering over my face with alarm when I didn’t immediately follow her.
Her hand trembled as she reached for me. I held it tight. “It’s okay, Fia.”
Nodding almost aggressively, she tugged me forward, then frowned. “How are you still fully clothed?”
“Because none of this is about me,” I told her, nestling in between her legs and kissing her inner thigh. They clenched. “If I take off a single item of clothing, I’m sinking straight into you, Zsófia.”
She tugged my chin up. “Take them off, Zoltán.”
I stood at the edge of the bed with a frown. No woman had ever turned down what I was willing to give.
Other than her.
But this was Fia, and no doubt she wanted to see me at her mercy, too.
She threw herself across the bed and made quick work of my jeans’ button with shaking hands.
“Fia—”
“It’s not like you can’t make me come after,” she said, pulling on my zip then tugging them down my thighs. Her hands were hot as they skimmed my skin. “Or you know, during round three or four—Fuck sake, you even have shoes on!”
I kicked them off and got so far in her face, she blinked. “Round four?”
“Don’t be shy,” she teased, grabbing the hem of my top and pulling it over my head. “I’ve seen your stamina, if you don’t remember.”
“I remember,” I said quietly. It was all I thought about, playing over and over in my head every night.
A beat of stillness. Then she pressed the softest kiss to my lips.
Oh, but we weren’t doing soft. I was keeping that for round three.
I grabbed her waist and threw her back on the bed, careful to aim for one of the singles so she didn’t fall through the middle. She squealed, and I smiled into our next kiss, brushing my cock against her slit.
“Zolt,” she rasped. “Make it so I have something new to remember.”
“You’ll remember, alright,” I laughed. She knew she was in for a spanking. But not right then. I was on the absolute last thread of willpower. “You’ll feel me for days.”
I parted her slit with two fingers before thrusting them into her, and her breasts bounced at the movement.
“Messy girl, Zsófia,” I chided. She was so wet that it had started to drip down her thigh. “Is this all for me?”
She pulled at my hand with such force, I let her. But she didn’t shove me away; she sucked on my fingers, eyes locked on mine. Her moan vibrated down to my balls, and I might blow over her pussy before even getting inside of her.
“You want that to be my cock?” I asked her, leaning over to groan in her ear. “You want to taste me again? Or just drive me insane?”
She licked my fingers as she pulled them back out. “I’m already driving you insane.”
But then she changed direction, forcing my grip around her throat. “Fuck me, Zoltán. Waiting hurts. I’m aching.”
Her hands tightened around mine, and she moaned in delight.
That thread? Gone.
I didn’t give her another second of pain. I drove into her with one brutal, unrelenting thrust.
Her heat encompassed me, tight, wet, and welcoming.
Her back arched, taking her inches off the bed.
Inside her, I moved slowly, tightening my hands around the side of her neck and grunting in her ear, “You wanted my worst?”
She nodded, her chest heaving.
I lifted her leg to rest on my shoulder, letting me pound into her deeper. She swore, crying out, her nails raking down my back. Her breathless, stuttering moans made me fuck her harder.
“That’s it,” I growled, setting a merciless pace. “Take it. Take me all the way.”
“H—harder. Harder.”
She shattered my damn soul.
Zsófia Bacque was all I wanted.
My fingers dug into her thigh as I claimed her into the mattress, one of her fists clutched the sheet, the other slashed scars into my back.
The bed springs groaned beneath us, and the headboard knocked on the wall.
But that was all secondary to her raspy begs for me not to stop.
And the sound of my name in her half-ruined, wanton voice.
“No man will fuck you like this,” I threatened in her ear, loosening my grip on her throat and brushing her pulse point with my thumb. “No one.”
She shook her head. “No one— couldn’t. They couldn’t.”
I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Look at you, red-faced, choking, and still desperate to please me. Taking my cock so well.”
She nodded and whimpered.
The words tumbled out because I was all instinct. In English, I said, “Good girl. Take it. Take it.”
Her eyes rolled back, and I lowered so we were chest to chest. “You like my accent, don’t you?”
Her nods were so exaggerated that her chin bashed into my hand.
“I wish you could see yourself, Fia. You’re so perfect like this. All mine. Can’t move, can’t think, just take.” I thrust particularly deep, at an angle that made her yelp.
Her nails clawed at me, her other hand forcing me to tighten around her throat.
“Wanna— wanna see,” she panted.
As soon as we left this place, I was going to hire someone to install mirrors on the ceiling, for when we came back.
Maybe my bedroom too.
“Show me,” she demanded, pressing into my hand.
I was not about to let her down. Slowing my pace, keeping my hand around her neck, I patted the sheets for her phone.
Because I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
“You want a photo of yourself?” A nod. “I’ll take it if you promise to send it to me.”
There it was. It was freezing cold against the heat of my clammy skin.
“Promise,” she gasped, her voice shaky.
“I print the photo,” I told her. “I’ll come to your face again and again, imagine you beneath me like you are now. It will be my phone background. Every time I’m hard and wanting, you will be what I look at.”
She whimpered, eyes rolling, and I snapped her beautiful, flushed face, her parted mouth.
First of many photos for my shrine.
I let go of her throat, and her breath stuttered as I dropped the phone to the side, immediately rubbing at her clit. She moaned and clutched the sheets, her heels digging into the mattress behind me.
“That’s it. Give it to me. One more.”
It was my first time feeling her come without a condom — bare, hot, impossibly tight.
She choked my cock as her cry was raw and guttural.
I fucked her through it, brushing her hair out of her face.
“That’s it. Make a mess on my cock, beautiful.
You feel so fucking good, stretching around me, letting me fill you. ”
She mewled into my arm.
“‘Cause that’s what I’m going to do.”
She nodded against my hold. “Please. Please, Zolt.”
“My turn,” I grunted. I flipped her over, grabbed her hands at the small of her back, and slammed in with a grunt, fucking her until my vision blurred, chasing my own release.
“Fuck, Fia,” I said, my teeth in her neck. “I’m going to fill you up, and you’re going to thank me for it.”
“Yes!” she cried, turning to look at me with tears in her eyes. “Oh my god, yes.”
I was done. I bit into her shoulder as I came, spilling inside of her. “Take every drop. Every one, Zsófia.”
She nodded into my face, and I kissed her, holding her tight.
Her breath was just settling when I rolled us over, her sprawled against my chest, our bodies slick.
I pressed a kiss into her forehead. “Let me know the second you’re ready for round two.”
She laughed incredulously into my neck, and it tickled.
I stroked lazy circles on her ass cheek.
“I need to recalibrate,” she said and closed her eyes, her cheek on my chest. “I need a full body restart.”
“A massage?”
“Just—I just want to lie here with you. Also… I don’t think I can move my legs.”
I chuckled, and as my chest rolled, she smiled.
And I was going to keep that smile for as long as I could.