Chapter Seventeen
Zane
Fuck.
Her words slam into my skull before anything else, before I can even think straight.
That one word, and everything else just shuts down.
She’s a virgin.
Everything inside me grinds to a halt.
My fingers are still pressed against the soaked lace between her thighs, heat radiating into my skin, but I can’t fucking move.
I’m suspended in this moment, pulse hammering, lungs locked up, caught between wanting her so fucking bad and knowing I can’t have her.
I pull in a slow breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. My hand stays where it is, not moving, not pushing, just holding her.
I’ve had sex before. Too many times to count.
But they were nothing but a quick fuck, rough, and meaningless.
But this isn’t that. This is her.
Skylar.
The girl who’s clawed her way through shit most people wouldn’t survive. The one who walked into my world without asking and flipped it on its fucking head.
And now she’s here.
Laid out.
Thighs trembling.
Mouth parted.
Staring up at me with wide eyes and that soft pant falling from her lips. The kind of look that hits me dead in the chest. That I-trust-you-with-every-piece-of-me look.
I should run. I don’t do virgins or delicate things.
Fuck… I don’t do this.
But I stay.
My hand’s still under her skirt, fingers pressed against lace soaked through with her need, still pulsing, still begging.
“Say it again,” I breathe.
Thumb dragging over that damp heat. Barely any pressure, but enough to tease her, to watch her hips twitch because of my fingers.
She breathes in sharp. Eyes dipping away with a flicker of panic.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen fear on her face. The girl with teeth and fire, who I’ve never seen flinch, not once.
“I’ve never been with anyone,” she says, barely a whisper.
Fuck me.
I lean in. Lips barely brushing the corner of her mouth. My breath thick against her cheek. Voice low, tight, on edge.
“You mean to tell me you’ve been walking around all this time with no one tasting this pretty pussy?” I drag my mouth to her jaw, breathing her in. “Because that’s a fucking crime.”
My fingers press harder against the soaked heat.
She gasps. Her hips lift, chasing more.
That sound hits me low. Straight to my cock, making it throb.
I drag my mouth to her ear, my voice rough, filthy.
“No one’s ever spread these thighs wide and made this pussy come apart?” My thumb circles, right over that swollen clit, her breath hitching as if I’ve just cracked her open.
“No one has ever got on their knees and worshiped this cunt with their mouth? Tongue-fucked you until your legs shook. Sucked on this pretty little clit until you were dripping all over their face.”
Her thighs twitch again. My cock jerks behind my zipper, it’s hard and ready, dying to sink into that wet heat.
“No,” she says, breath stuttering.
My fingers keep working, slower now, teasing, coaxing. She’s so damn responsive.
My teeth graze her jaw, then I whisper it right against her skin, “Baby, I’d spend all fucking night down there. Mouth full of you. Cock hard. Just to hear how you sound when you come for me.”
She moans, head tipped back, throat exposed like she’s offering it up just for me.
My mouth drags along the line of it, tongue slow, tasting every inch of that soft skin while she trembles beneath me.
I suck just beneath her jaw, let my teeth scrape before I bite down hard enough to make her gasp.
Then I soothe it with a slow lick, lips brushing her pulse, cock aching at how fucking sweet she sounds.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe against her skin, voice rough, wrecked, and hungry. “You’ve got no fucking idea the shit I wanna do to you. Got no clue how long I’ve wanted my mouth on you.”
I move back on my knees, eyes dragging over every inch of her.
Her chest rising fast, nipples hard under her shirt.
“Relax,” I growl, sliding my hands up the inside of her thighs. “I’m gonna take care of you, now. Give you every filthy fucking second you’ve earned.”
She whimpers, legs falling open wider.
And fuck, if that’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“All you’ve gotta do is lie there and take it, Sky. Let me fucking ruin you.”
My fingers hook into the lace at her hips and I drag her panties down in a slow, fucked-up worship.
I’m not rushing shit.
I want to see every fucking inch of her as I strip her bare.
Her thighs tense under my hands, soft skin brushing mine, and then that perfect little pussy is right there in front of me.
Fuck.
Pink, glimmering, and already wet for me.
It’s not some dainty thing.
It’s the kind of cunt that haunts a man. The kind that makes you drop to your knees and forget every reason you told yourself you weren’t gonna fall.
I tug the panties the rest of the way off her legs, ball them in my fist, and shove them straight into my pocket. They’re mine now.
I’ll keep them for later, fist wrapped tight around my cock as I jerk off, while I replay every second of this. That smell, the taste. That fuck-me look in her eyes when I touch her.
And fuck, she’s already fucking wrecking me.
I shift back onto my knees, eyes locked on her cunt.
It’s flushed, slick, clit swollen. I want to drag my tongue through that mess and make her sob. Make her fall apart on my face. I want her squirming. Desperate. Needing me so bad she forgets how to speak.
I trail my fingers up her inner thigh, just a breath away from where she wants me the most. Her breath catches. Her eyes are glassy, locked on my face like she’s begging me to put her out of her misery.
“You feel that?” I mutter, voice gravel and smoke. “That ache in your gut… that need. You think that’s bad, wait till I make you come so hard you forget your fucking name.”
My fingers ghost over her slit, slick already clinging to my skin, and I grin, cock twitching so fucking hard it’s painful.
Fuck, I’ll bury my mouth between her legs until she’s crying from it. Because this, her spread out in front of me is the only high I’ve ever wanted to overdose on.
I’ve never done this before.
Never fucking wanted to.
Eating pussy always seemed pointless to me. Just another thing guys talked up to sound better in locker rooms. I am the type to fuck fast and leave faster. Get my cock sucked, blow my load, and move the fuck on. No meaning. No connection. Just release.
I run my tongue over my bottom lip, slow. Drawing out the moment. My fingers trail over the soft outer edges of her folds. Slick as hell. My throat goes tight just from the feel of her. Fuck, I’m already addicted. I want to spend hours here. Days even… no forget that my entire fucking life.
When I drag a single finger through her slit, catching just the barest graze of her clit, her whole body jolts.
“So wet,” I mutter, my voice thick. “This all for me, baby?”
She nods. Her lips part, her chest rising too fast.
She’s wrecked already and I haven’t even fucking tasted her.
I press my thumb to her clit, real gentle at first, circling in a slow rhythm that makes her whimper and rock her hips. My other hand grips her thigh, holding her in place so I can see every twitch and pulse.
She moans again. It’s all soft and breathy. Her hips lift, chasing my touch.
“You ever touch yourself here?” I ask, my thumb pressing a little harder, dragging in lazy, messy circles now.
She nods again, eyes glassy. “Yeah,” she whispers.
My grin’s pure filth as I picture her in bed alone, fingers buried deep in that sweet little pussy, hips grinding into her hand while she whispers my name in the dark. I imagine her biting her lip to keep from moaning too loud, eyes closed.
“You think about me when you touch yourself?” I murmur, voice thick with heat. My thumb drags over her clit, again… teasing her just enough to watch her squirm. “Ever wished your fingers were my cock?”
Her breath catches, that soft little gasp spilling from her mouth like a fucking prayer.
“Tell me, Sky.”
She swallows hard. Her chest heaves.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Fuck… yes.”
And fuck me, I almost lose it.
The sound that tears from my throat is guttural, something deep and animalistic.
I lean forward and the second my breath hits her clit, she jolts, but I don’t stop. I hold her hips down as I flatten my tongue and lick her pussy claiming every inch of her like I’ve been starving for it.
She tastes sweet and so fucking addictive it punches the air from my lungs.
My tongue drags through her folds again, slower this time, soaking her taste into me. I swirl over her clit, just once, and her entire body shudders. Her fingers bury in my hair, tugging tight as if she needs something to hold on to.
“Shit,” she gasps. “Zane—fuck—”
I groan into her pussy, the sound vibrating through her, and she cries out again, hips rising into my face.
My hands grip her thighs, keeping her right where I want her while I devour her like she’s the only thing I’ll ever need.
She tastes so fucking good I could drown in her.
Every flick of my tongue sends heat rolling through my body, makes my cock throb. Nothing prepared me for this. Not the way her pussy pulses against my mouth, or the way her breath catches every time I hit that spot. Nothing warned me that licking her would short-circuit every thought in my head.
I take my time.
Lick after slow, deep lick.
Her whole body jolts. A strangled sound tears from her throat. She arches, spine lifting. She’s not used to this. Has no idea how to handle being worshipped with a mouth.
Good. This is mine to teach her how good it can feel.
My tongue circles her clit. I don’t settle into a pattern. I tease… flick… roll the tip around the swollen nub, then drag lower, tasting all the way down, before coming back to that perfect spot and flattening my tongue against it. Her hands reach for something and fail to find it.
I glance up.
Her head’s thrown back, hair splayed across the tin, mouth open, eyes glazed over. Her chest rises fast, breaths shallow and desperate.
She’s somewhere only I can take her.