27. Sam
27
Sam
M y heart was in my throat as I waited for Zeke to answer. In the past, boyfriends and hookups hadn’t taken me at my word. They’d mistakenly believed I needed to talk , or worse, needed space to recover.
When actually, what I wanted, what I needed , was to be grounded in the most physical way possible. To be so in touch with my senses that my OCD wasn’t able to grab hold of them again.
Zeke didn’t answer me.
Not with his words, anyway.
He got to his feet silently.
Bent down and scooped me from the bath.
And carried me straight to his bedroom.
“Remind me never to go to the gym with you,” I gasped as he carefully laid me on his bed.
“Why’s that?” He reached over his head, grabbing the back of his shirt and ripping it off in one smooth motion.
I swallowed, hungrily tracing each of his abs. “Because I’d die after five minutes on a treadmill while you’re lifting weights heavier than me.”
His trousers went next, his deft fingers unbuckling his belt and pulling it free. He didn’t look away from me as he pulled a bottle of lube from a drawer, dropping it on the floor at the end of the bed. “Baby, there’s not an inch of you that needs work.”
My brain was telling me to argue, but the look in his eyes stopped me. It was predatory. Hungry.
Desperate.
He went back to stripping, and a low moan ripped from me as his underwear hit the floor. The ripple of his abdomen, the heavy set of his balls. The dark hair dusting over his chest, leading down to his groin. Everything about him was hot. “Fuck, Zeke. Every time I see you naked, it’s like the first time all over again. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” He grabbed my calves, hauling me to the end of the bed until my legs were dangling over the edge. “I’m the lucky one here.”
He didn’t take his eyes off me as he undid and removed my trousers. His strong fingers worked them over my hips, my boxers following suit.
My chest was rising and falling as he leaned down to unbutton my shirt.
‘ You’re being lazy, just lying here and letting him do all the work. He’s disgusted by you. ’
I reluctantly lifted my hands to undo the bottom button of my shirt, but before I could do so, Zeke gently grabbed my wrist. “No.”
I froze. “No?”
“No,” he repeated softly. The understanding in his eyes had me wanting to weep. “No, baby. You asked me to take care of you, and that’s what I’m going to do. I don’t want you to do anything except feel . Can you do that for me, Sam?”
My brain went quiet as I nodded. “Please.”
He let go of my hand, leaning down to kiss me. “I’ve got you.”
There was nothing hasty about how he unbuttoned my shirt. Zeke’s fingers traced each new area of skin that was revealed. He mapped out every inch of me with a touch that was so gentle, it was almost reverent.
I’d never had someone touch me like this. Like I was someone worth exploring.
‘ His attention won’t last. ’
I ignored that thought. If it didn’t, that was for future me to deal with. Current me was going to enjoy every damned second of this. I was going to engrave the way he was looking at me on my memory. Whenever I questioned my worth, I’d pull up this moment right here.
The one where Zeke made me feel worthy.
Once my shirt was open, Zeke stared down at me for a few moments. Then he decided to retrace the path his fingers had taken.
With his lips.
By the time I was fully naked, I was shivering. Not from cold, but arousal. There were fireworks under my skin, Zeke’s touch lighting the fuses.
It could’ve been minutes or hours, but finally Zeke decided he’d had enough of exploring, straightening up to stare down at me again.
Did he want me to move up the bed? Surely he’d want to get to the main event now; he’d already spent more time exploring my body than all my past lovers combined.
But Zeke, once again, proved me wrong. Kneeling between my thighs, he licked his lips as he stared at my cock. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
That was all the warning he gave me before sucking me into his mouth. I gasped, twisting my hands in the bedsheets as the head of my cock slipped into his throat.
Fuck. I have to see this.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I moaned loudly at the sight that awaited me. Zeke’s head was bobbing up and down on my cock, his strong hands holding my thighs open.
And those wicked, hungry eyes of his were on my face.
“Zeke.” His name was a whisper. A plea. “Zeke, please.”
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he took me deeper. One of his hands left my thigh, going between my legs.
“Yes.” I spread my legs wider, ignoring the protest from my hips. “ Please. ”
He withdrew. There was a quiet click, then I felt the familiar coolness caressing my puckered skin.
My elbows wobbled with the strain of holding myself in this position. I willed my joints to lock, desperate not to miss a second of this.
His tongue swiped over the head of my cock, and he groaned as he lapped up my precum. “You taste like Heaven.”
Then he descended on me again.
Thanks to the trusty dildos I used, I had no issue taking the first of Zeke’s fingers. Nor the second. The third though, that had me sucking in a breath.
Zeke paused, checking in. “Too much?”
“No,” I gasped, bearing down. “It’s glorious. I want more.”
Yep, that was me. Total size queen and proud of it.
From the feral grin Zeke gave me, he liked it too.
He kept working me over until my toes were curling and I was taking three of his fingers easily. Already, I could feel my orgasm building, all my nerves crackling.
“Zeke, I’m close.”
Easing his digits out carefully, Zeke stood. He towered over me, eyeing me like a predator.
No, not like a predator. Zeke would never hurt me.
But he would devour me. Not just in bed, but my heart. My soul. My very existence. Zeke looked ready to devour it all.
I think I was ready to let him.
“Move up the bed.” The order was guttural. “I want to see your face the first time I take you. I want to know exactly what you do and don’t like.”
“I’m certain I’m going to like whatever you do to me,” I rasped, scrambling backwards up the bed. When I hit a pillow, I stopped, spreading my legs wide shamelessly. “So why don’t you come up here and show me what your ungentlemanly side looks like?”
Zeke’s smile faded in confusion before returning with full force. “I did say that once. Never let it be said that I’m not a man of my word.”
He could’ve walked around the bed and joined me that way, but no. He put one knee on the bed, then the other.
Then he crawled to me.
Crawled.
I was frozen in awe. Was I dead? Had I slipped getting out of the bath and hit my head? That wasn’t my OCD talking, just the knowledge that there was no way I was this fucking lucky.
Zeke was smirking as he covered my body with his, bracing his weight with his arms on either side of my head. “Cat got your tongue, Sam?”
I swallowed, my mouth too dry for me to speak. Zeke’s smirk deepened.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you find it.”
His mouth descended, and I wrapped my hands around his biceps as his tongue sought out mine. This kiss was carnal. Claiming. Filthy. My hips rocked up automatically, my erection brushing against Zeke’s. The sensation had both of us groaning, so I did it again.
And again.
And again.
Within moments we were both panting, the friction from our sweat-slicked bodies driving us mad, but not taking us over the edge.
Zeke dragged his mouth from mine, his lips swollen. “I need to be in you, Sam.”
I spread my legs wider. “I’m ready.”
He reached down between us, using his hand to guide himself. As he brushed against my opening, he froze. “Shit, should I put on a condom? I’ve been tested recently and don’t have anything, but if you’d rather I can?—”
“No!” I cringed at the speed at which the answer fell out of me. “I visited the clinic after my last hookup and I’m fine. I can show you my results, if you like?”
Zeke’s eyes were almost black now with how wide his pupils were. “You’re saying you want me bare, baby?”
“Only if you want to.” My voice was embarrassingly high-pitched. “I’m happy with whatever.”
“Good.” Zeke lined himself up again and sank in an inch. “Because I want nothing more than to mark you up in every possible way. I want to give you a collar of my kisses. For you to feel me when you sit down. To stuff you full of my cum and put a plug in. No one would know, but I would. I would, and you would, and that’d be good enough for me.”
With every dirty word that fell from his lips, Zeke eased inside a little more. By the time he was finished describing all the ways he wanted to own me, he’d bottomed out.
“Fucckkkk.” My head fell back on the pillow as my body adapted to the stretch. “You’re so deep.”
Zeke was panting as he leaned his forehead against mine. “Are you okay? Because I won’t lie, it’s taking everything I have to not just rut into you.”
I answered him by wrapping my legs around his back and locking my ankles together. “Give me all of it, Zeke. Everything you’ve got.”
I swore, for a second, I could see the monster Zeke spoke of flicker into his eyes. Not in a scary way, but in a way that suggested Zeke was about to lose control.
Fuck, I hoped he was.
Zeke pulled back, then thrust in again fast, as if testing what I could take.
“All of it,” I panted. I grabbed his neck, tightening my grip on his back. “I can take it all.”
He let go.
I wasn’t sure what was louder—my moans or the thud of the headboard against the wall. Dimly, I was aware that the others might hear us again, but I didn’t care. How could I when it felt this good?
He was so big. I’d never felt a stretch like it before. My prostate was singing every time he caught it. My whole body was pulsing as his thrusts hit deep and true. Everything around me faded away, nothing more than fragments of awareness to puncture the pleasure.
His lips against mine.
Fingers pinching my nipples.
Teeth scraping my neck.
My nails dragging down his back.
A large hand wrapping around my cock.
That touch sent me over the edge, the orgasm so powerful that my vision went white. It seemed to go on forever, every nerve ending on fire as Zeke stroked me through my release.
My breaths were coming hard and fast now, but I wasn’t about to slump back onto the bed. Not until I’d got what I truly wanted.
Twining my fingers into Zeke’s hair, I tugged on it until he looked at me. “Come, Zeke. Fill me up. I need it.”
His eyes darkened. “You are perfection, Sam. And you’re mine.”
He came with a roar, thrusting in as deeply as he could. I didn’t move as he collapsed on me. I kept all my limbs locked around him, never wanting to let go.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t need to.