Chapter 9 Lily
LILY
Our tongues battle for dominance as alcohol and need swirl between us, and I moan deep into his mouth, just so desperate for more of him.
Ripping away, he leaves me breathless, as his mouth trails down my neck to the juncture of my throat, licking and sucking at my skin desperately, as his hands push down the delicate straps of my slip, until it pools around my waist. My nipples harden when the cool air hits them, even more so under his watchful stare, as his eyes trail over every inch of my exposed skin in awe, as he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Fuck, sweetheart, your tits are so fucking pretty.”
Desperation and need burn inside of me at his words, as he pushes up and fuses his lips with mine once more.
His kiss this time starts off slow, like he is savoring the taste of me, until his tongue starts to massage mine in a way that has me moaning widely.
I push against him, desperate to feel more, grinding my hips against his now hard cock until he groans into my mouth.
His kisses become hard and insistent, like he has been dreaming about this for as long as I have, and when he finally pulls back for air, he looks both turned on and bewildered.
I don’t know what to say, and he doesn’t either, but no words are needed. Not tonight. Not when I have never seen him so dazed and out of control before, and I know it’s the alcohol, the grief, but still it feels perfect.
Zack licks his lips, searching my stare once more, before he shakes his head ever so slightly with a smile.
Then his lips are back on my throat, his teeth sinking into the skin there, making me gasp, before his tongue comes out and laps against the mark he just left.
He does the same on the other side then drags his tongue down to my breast, circling my nipple with messy swipes of his tongue, until his mouth finally grants me mercy and covers it completely, sucking it into his mouth.
He alternates between deep pulls and vicious little flicks, until my nipple is hard and aching, then moves onto the other one, feasting on me furiously until my body starts to shake.
“Zack.” I gasp out his name, one word, a plea.
One that has him pulling back, breathing heavily as he surveys the red marks he has left across my chest, before he flicks his eyes back up to meet my stare.
He keeps his glossy eyes on mine as he reaches down between us, pressing his thumb roughly against my clit, his other hand flexing back around my hip, as he begins to guide me.
I grind against him, following his rhythm and leaning against his hand to find the pressure I need, until my whole body is trembling in his arms.
“Zack, I need,” I trail off into a moan, and he leans up and nips gently at my lips.
“I know what you need, sweetheart, just give in to me, I got you,” he murmurs, talking me through it, as my orgasm begins to crest.
His thumb rubs quick circles around my clit, while his hand guides me roughly up and down his hard length.
My pussy is soaked, something he can no doubt feel dripping from my underwear, as he rubs my clit in slick movements, but his eyes remain on mine, both desperate and in control.
A scream gets caught in my throat as I fuck myself against him, in a way that feels so natural it makes my entire body explode.
“Zack,” I choke out, falling apart, but all he does is circle his thumb faster, rougher, pulling unintelligible sounds from the back of my throat as I come apart above him.
Sweat is slick on my back, but goosebumps still break out across my skin as wetness floods my underwear, and Zack watches in utter fascination.
I use my hold on him to drag his mouth back to mine, kissing him sloppily, as I continue to ride out the aftermath of my orgasm against him, pulling another deep groan from his throat.
Then both his hands find my waist, sliding lower until he can grab my ass, holding me firm as he stands, lifting me with him.
I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him, my pussy still pulsing with need, as he guides us with stumbling strides toward the bedroom.
I pull back, gasping for air, but Zack reaches up and fists my hair once more, slamming my lips back to his and claiming me in another searing kiss. “Zack, please,” I gasp in between kisses, begging him for what, I’m not sure, but thankfully he knows exactly what I need.
“You don’t have to beg me, Lils, even though you sound so fucking pretty when you do,” he grunts against my lips, before tossing me roughly into the middle of my bed and stepping back.
“Take it off,” he gestures to my slip, and I obey him instantly, shimmying it off until I am in nothing but my black thong and sheer black stockings.
Zack grunts, his eyes trailing over every inch of me, as he forcefully tugs on the button of his shirt, before ripping it off and tossing it to the floor.
His eyes snap to mine as he unbuckles his belt, not even bothering to take it out of the loops before he undoes his pants, shoving them down with his boxers in one swift move.
He’s naked. Hot and so fucking naked.
Of course I’ve seen the slick set of his rock hard abs before, but I’ve only ever caught a glimpse of his firm V that I can now confirm leads to a beautiful cock.
His dick is long, jutting out from his body, so hard that I can see the gleam of precum glistening at his tip.
I lick my lips before I look up at him, not surprised to find a wicked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth after he caught me checking out his cock, but I’m too turned on to care.
The thought of feeling him inside me has me feeling brave.
“Fuck me, Zack, I need to feel you inside of me, I need to feel full.”
At my words his eyes glaze, and he stumbles slightly as he leans down and grips my ankle, dragging me toward him and spreading my thighs. His hands are fast and harsh, as they reach down and rip the thong from my body, before his fingers trail over the edge of my stockings.
“These are staying,” he mumbles more to himself than me, and then he pushes me onto my back and climbs onto the bed between my legs.
His fingers glide up and down my cunt, making me gasp in surprise, but it’s drowned out by his deep, appreciative moan.
“You’re so fucking warm and wet,” he praises, playing with my slick pussy until I am panting beneath him.
I know when he fists himself because he curses beneath his own touch, and I watch in awe as he strokes himself, spreading my wetness up and down his length.
I feel the flick of his fist against my pussy on every jerk, and I moan wantonly, making him curse.
He’s probably feeling as desperate as I am right now, as he leans down and presses his tip against my core.
“I’ll fill you up, sweetheart, just hold on tight,” he whispers against my lips, kissing me softly, before slamming inside of me in one hard thrust.
I cry out, the force of him pinning me to the mattress, as he draws all the way back and slams inside again. A sharp pain slices through me, reminding me just how long it’s been, but his blinding stare of pleasure keeps me in place, as my pussy clamps down around him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Lils,” he chokes out, and all I can do is nod rapidly, forcing myself to inhale deeply at the feel of him.
His cock is big, the stretch of him inside of me unreal, forcing me back to the night I took his best friend’s.
Both of them are more than efficient in that department, but as Zack rolls his hips, I can’t find where I end and he begins.
Not when one of his hands strokes possessively down my thigh, pulling it up around him so he can pump into me even deeper.
I have to hold my breath to keep myself from crying out, but Zack is too lost to even notice.
His other hand runs up and down my body like he can’t decide where he wants to touch more, his mouth panting against my own.
“God, you feel fucking incredible, sweetheart,” he growls, kissing me again, before leaning up on his other hand to watch me. His eyes move between mine and where he is entering me, as he continues to draw himself all the way back before slamming back into the hilt.
“Zack,” I choke out, unable to keep it in any longer, and his whiskey-filled eyes study me closely, before he slows his pace.
“What’s the matter, Lils, need it a little gentler?
” he asks, leaning down to swirl his tongue around my nipple, as his hips begin to rock slowly, grinding against my already swollen clit and making me groan.
“Yeah, you need this sweet cunt to be dripping before it’s filled with my cum, don’t you?
” His questions short circuit my brain, as they go to war with ones so similar I have heard before.
I just never expected to hear them coming from my brother.
“Mmm, such a good girl, you’re so fucking hot and wet for me,” he praises, lapping at my nipple, as he pulls out of me so agonizingly slow that I feel like I might pass out.
I love every version of my brother, but the drunk and horny version might just be my favorite.
“Zack, please,” I beg.
“Please what, sweetheart?” he asks, sinking back inside of me inch by torturous inch.
“Please make this hot, tight cunt, come for me? Please fuck you untill you are screaming my name? Please fill you up until you are spilling with my cum?” Each question is paired with the slow fucking of his cock, until my entire body is shaking with a fresh orgasm.
We watch each other as he fucks me slowly through it, clutching his arms as I moan out his name, and that’s all it takes to make him snap.
I explode around his cock, and the slow rolls of his hips turn into rough thrusts, filling me so completely that I know I will remember forever.
I feel like I have been shackled all this time, and my chains are finally being broken.
The fucking isn’t slow, or gentle, no, Zack is determined, fucking me brutally, his hand finding my throat, as he pins me beneath him and slams into me again and again.
The sound of our skin slapping together echoes around the room, as he drives into me with drunken passion.
His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, completely lost to his pleasure, his jaw grinding, as he pounds into me at a relentless pace.
“Fucking hell, Lils,” he groans, slamming his lips back to mine as he continues to fuck me, pulling all the way out to the tip and then slamming back in.
His breath is hot against my lips as he grunts my name over and over, telling me how perfect I am, how good I feel, and how glad he is that I’m his.
There is nothing casual about the way he fucks me, and I know it won’t help the way I feel about him in the long run.
If I thought I was drowning in my need for Zack Royton before, well now I’m sinking into the abyss, and will never see the light of day again.
“Zack,” I cry out his name as I come again, tightening around his cock and making him hiss.
“Fuck,” he groans, snapping his hips harder and faster, the slick slap of our bodies getting louder and louder, until his body shudders.
He comes with a gritted hiss of my name, slamming his lips to mine and kissing me deeply, as he spills himself inside of me. Then his sweat-soaked body collapses on top of mine, and the weight of him is something I never knew I needed. I wrap my arms around him, as my eyes instantly feel heavy.
The last thing I remember before falling asleep is him moving us both between the sheets, before I feel the loss of him inside of me.