Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
When Kyra sighed, he took the opportunity to trap her mouth with his once more. Taking possession of it. Claiming it.
His tongue probed, explored, and clashed with hers. Their breaths mingled. Her aching nipples pressed against his cut at the same time his hot, hard cock did the same to her lower belly.
He swallowed her squeak when he lifted her off her feet by hooking his arms under her ass and hauling her up. When he wobbled, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so they wouldn’t fall.
Now his hard length was at the perfect spot: against her pussy.
Somehow he managed to keep their mouths fused and continue to enthusiastically kiss her as he slowly worked his way down the hallway.
Her place was so small it wouldn’t be difficult to find her bedroom. It only took half of a functioning brain cell to know it was the only bedroom left not occupied by their son.
Using his boot, he nudged her bedroom door wider, then used the same to close it behind them. The lock being engaged infiltrated her muddled brain.
She should stop this. Her son—their son—was directly across the hall.
With her back pressed against the door, she fisted his shoulder-length hair, but instead of using it to free herself, she did the opposite. She held him closer as he continued to conquer her mouth.
Using the smooth ball-bearing action of his hips, he thrust his erection against the V of her leggings, making her clit pulse and her pussy twinge.
Suddenly, her mouth was free and his face pressed into her neck. His hair tickled her cheek and warm puffs of air beat against her skin for a second or two before he nipped her. Throwing her head back, she groaned.
Knowing she expected him to put her on her feet, he spun around and carried her over to the foot of the bed instead, held her even tighter, and fell forward.
She lost her breath when his full weight hit her.
If they were going to do this, she didn’t want it to take all night. Ledger could wake up while she was indisposed and cry out for her. Or pound on the bedroom door, wondering why it was locked.
They had no time to waste. They needed to get naked.
As his lips continued to hungrily devour hers, she tried to shove his cut off his shoulders. Of course, with all his weight pinning her to the bed, that was a failed mission.
She forgot about everything for a second when his knee parted her thighs and one hand worked its way up and under the baggy T-shirt she normally wore to bed.
Holy shit. It had been a long time since she’d been touched like this. The last person she had been intimate with was Zeke.
She didn’t realize how much she’d missed it.
Despite knowing Zeke was the worst person to have sex with, she ignored the warning bells going off in her head. Her desire for this man was overpowering her common sense.
When he tweaked her nipples—one, then the other—her back arched, encouraging him to continue pinching and twisting.
Holy crap had she missed this.
She really missed this.
And despite the fact she knew it wasn’t smart, she missed him.
That didn’t mean she wanted to get back together with him, whether they shared a son or not. She couldn’t get caught up in her emotions. What happened tonight needed to stay strictly physical.
It was one thing to scratch an itch; another to reopen an old wound.
Shoving her T-shirt even higher, he bared her breasts, then abandoned her mouth to capture a peaked nipple in his. His tongue flicked at the pebbled tip before sucking it so hard, so deeply, that his molars scraped against it. Flinging her head back, she groaned.
Unlike her, the man was in no rush. He was taking his time, most likely to remind her how good they’d been together. Maybe not as a couple, but as sexual partners. That was one area where their relationship had never been lacking.
Back then she expected more from him. Tonight she didn’t expect anything but what he was currently giving her.
Pleasure.
He released her nipple with a wet pop and lifted his head. “Wanna eat your cunt.”
Everything inside her quivered at his blunt words. She wanted that, too, but warned, “We’ll need to be quiet. He’s right across the hall.”
“My mouth’s gonna be fuckin’ busy so it ain’t me who’s gonna have a problem bein’ quiet.”
He was probably right. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he said she used to wail loud enough to wake his biker brothers. But they had been adults used to hearing that kind of thing; a three-year-old might get scared when his mother screamed.
Jackknifing off the bed, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. “Can’t bury my face in your pussy without you bein’ naked.”
No, he couldn’t.
She studied him as he shrugged out of his cut and laid it over her dresser, then worked on removing his boots and socks. Once they were gone, he stared at her with a cocked eyebrow.
Shit, she had gotten distracted. For a valid reason. She quickly peeled her leggings down. Once she stood there in only her oversized T-shirt, she paused, squeezing her eyes shut.
Her body was not the same as the last time he saw her naked. Besides hitting her thirties, the pregnancy had changed her.
A stomach pooch remained. Some stretch marks now decorated her breasts, hips, and stomach. Her thighs and ass also had a few dimples that hadn’t been there four years ago.
She shouldn’t care about his opinion of her body. If he didn’t like it, he could leave.
Unfortunately, she did care.
This was Zeke. The man she used to love.
The jingle of his belt buckle when his jeans hit the floor had her looking over at him again. Unlike her, his physique hadn’t changed. If anything, he had more defined muscles, probably from all the time he had to lift weights in prison.
Once he tugged his T-shirt over his head, she scanned his torso. She took in the tattoos covering both arms from shoulders to wrists. She didn’t need him to turn around to know what filled his back. The most important and meaningful ink on his body.
Now naked, he stalked back to her while fisting his cock. “What the fuck you waitin’ for?”
“I—” She swallowed down her nervousness as best as she could. “I’ve changed.”
His head twitched. “Whatya mean? You got a dick now?”
She rolled her eyes. Okay, her T-shirt hid her crotch, but really? “No, Zeke, I don’t have a dick. What I have is a son.”
His eyebrows stitched together. “Yeah, met him, babe. Don’t get what you’re sayin’.”
Of course he wouldn’t. He hadn’t been around when her pregnancy took a toll on her body. “Things change when you have a baby.”
He stared at her. “Yeah, your tits are bigger. So’s your ass.”
Nice.
“Ain’t a complaint. Likin’ it.”
“You haven’t seen me naked yet.”
“No fuckin’ shit. Standin’ here with my dick in my hand waitin’. Any fuckin’ time now.”
“Zeke…”
He released his erection and, without warning, yanked her shirt up and over her head, tossing it over his shoulder. Now she was completely exposed.
“Not gettin’ what you’re worried ‘bout.”
She flapped her hands around. Not particularly pointing out a specific area but a general one. “I’ve changed.”
“Yeah, you had my kid. Shit’s gonna change. Grew a whole goddamn human in there.” He tipped his eyes to her belly.
That was true, but… “You don’t care?”
A muscle in his cheek popped. Was he getting pissed? “Babe, don’t fuckin’ give a shit. Ain’t a fuckin’ ugly troll. My dick’s still hard. All that matters.”
Her eyes followed the dark path of hair that led from his navel to his dark, veiny cock, the tip shiny from him smearing his precum around. “Your cock used to get hard when the wind blew.”
“Used to, yeah. Now? Wants a good reason to make the effort.” His eyes raked down her body. “I see a damn good reason. Now get on the bed. I’m hungry as fuck.”
She couldn’t deny the hunger in his eyes. He wasn’t faking it. Despite the fact she didn’t want to admit it, it was a confidence booster.
As she scrambled onto the bed, she did hear, “Damn, wanna tap that fuckin’ ass.”
That would not be happening.
Once she was settled on the bed, he moved to the foot of it again and ordered, “Make room for me by spreadin’ those fuckin’ thighs.”
Before she could do that, he lunged for her, grabbing her ankles and yanking her flat onto her back. He then dove forward, wedging his shoulders between her thighs to force them wider so he could work his magic.
From prior experience, she already knew magic was what it would be.
Grabbing the back of her thighs, he flung her legs over his shoulders and without even a “Hey! Howya doin’?” his mouth was on her, devouring her pussy the same way he had devoured her mouth.
The man’s life could be a complete shit show, but when it came to sex, he certainly had expertise using his mouth, fingers, and cock.
Her heels dug into his muscular back, perfectly honed from years of being locked up. Zeke was not soft in any way. Not his touch, not his personality, not his body.
With a whimper, she squirmed against his mouth and drove her fingers into his shaggy, dark hair, getting a better grip.
One finger circled her clit at the same time his tongue drove in and out of her, almost launching her off the bed. He then changed tactic, plunging his fingers inside her while his skilled lips sucked on her sensitive nub.
Oh yes. Yes. Yes! Holy crap, did she miss this!
When the familiar pressure began to build deep inside of her, she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. After realizing that wasn’t going to work, she slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle it.
The heat consumed her, rolled through her in waves like a violent surf during a hurricane.
Every muscle locked up as her orgasm spiraled out from her core to the very tips of her fingers and toes.
Even before the last ripple faded away, he was up and over her again. His hand skimmed along her ribs, a hip. He zeroed in once again on the triangle of hair between her legs before two fingers were buried deep inside her.