Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LUNA
“ T his color is even worse on the wall.”
“I think it's stylish,” Zach counters.
I laugh, stumbling back and almost knocking the paint can behind me over as I do. “Stylish? Since when are you a designer.”
Zach turns around to face me from where he’s currently sanding the bedroom door frame, in nothing but athletic shorts again . “You should see my apartment. Open-plan, hardwood flooring, sleek, modern. I did most of it myself.”
“Did you now?” I quirk a brow. “Well, maybe one day I’ll get to see this interior masterpiece.”
He stops sanding and, this time, turns toward me fully. “Yeah, maybe. Certain rooms are my favorite.”
We’ve been flirting like crazy all afternoon, the sexual tension and late-June weather threatening to burn an inferno. It seems like our kiss this morning combined with Zach listing all the reasons why we shouldn’t cross friendship boundaries have driven him to the point of insanity. Or it could be the pink spandex shorts and matching sports bra I deliberately wore. Who knows.
If he’s going to waltz around in low-slung black shorts and nothing else, then two can play at that game.
“What rooms would those be?” I squeeze the dripping paint brush tight in my hand, the ache between my thighs growing with every minute we remain suspended in this charged atmosphere.
He juts his chin toward my brush. “You’re dripping everywhere, Rocket.”
“Am I? I hadn’t noticed.”
He low chuckles and angles his head up toward the ceiling. “Shit. Ladders. I knew I forgot something.”
If there’s one thing I am, it's resourceful. “I mean, I could always paint it…on your shoulders?” I pause. “If you’re fully healed and everything.”
He laughs harder. “Luna, my back healed months ago, plus you’re tiny. I bench press over double your weight as a warmup. What I’m concerned about is getting covered in paint.”
I prop my other hand on my hip, a playful smile tracing my lips. “Sounds like it could be fun. If you can handle me.”
“Oh, I can definitely handle you, Rocket.” He drops the sander and flips his hands toward me, inviting me up. “Climb aboard.”
“The idea is to paint the ceiling. Not me,” Zach huffs out.
I can’t stop laughing. We’ve been at this for an hour now, and Zach’s upper half and shoulders are almost completely covered in moon-gray paint. “Stop making me laugh then, and I’ll concentrate better.”
“I’m glad we did this before we replaced the floor.”
“We put the sheets down; it's fine,” I say, pushing the roller along the ceiling. “But my arms feel like they’re gonna fall off.”
“Want to come down and have a break?”
“No, there’s only this bit left, and then we can finish up. I just need my paint replenished please.” I point toward the tray on top of the covered nightstand.
“Always so bossy.”
Zach keeps his hands firmly on my thighs as we walk over to grab the tray. The way his fingertips feel as they grip me tightly makes me think of other circumstances where he’d grip me like this, and the thought pools between my legs.
“Just trying to get the job finished this side of the holidays.”
“Careful, Rocket. I have perfect access to your feet, and now that I know your weakness, I’m not afraid to exploit it.” I feel a fingertip lightly trace the sole of my left foot, and I squirm.
In protest, I drag the roller across his left cheek. “Oops, sorry. Total accident.”
“Oh, no you didn’t.”
We’re in hysterics as he pulls me off his shoulders, fighting me for the roller as my body slowly drags down his until we’re face-to-face, and I laugh even harder when I see the state of him.
At this point, he’s more moon gray than he is tanned olive skin. “You know, I think this color’s growing on me.” I’m shaking with laughter as I continue to thrash the roller around, desperately trying to keep it from his grasp.
“Yeah? Well, I’m starting to really fucking hate it.”
I get one final swipe across the front of his chest. “Too slow, Evans.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as the tears pool but open them again as I realize he’s no longer laughing. Still gripped tightly to him, our faces are so close I can see his pupils are blown wide.
Silence passes between us for the longest moment, and I drop the roller to my side, letting it fall to the covered wooden floor with a thud.
“I want you so fucking badly that it’s killing me.”
Goosebumps break out across my entire body. “Me too,” I whisper back.
He rubs his nose gently across mine and smiles, paint smearing between us. “I’m fucked up, but it’s the only thing I know for sure. I want you.”
“Then take me.”
“I can’t promise it will all work out. I can’t give you more than this right now.”
“I know,” I say, my voice breathy. Every muscle in my body contracts under the weight of his gaze. “But you’re safe with me.”
His mouth crashes to mine as he carries me to the bed covered in paint-spattered sheets. He lowers me gently to the mattress, never breaking eye contact with me for a second as his gaze burns into my body, lighting me up from the inside.
“I need to see you.” He kneels between my legs as I raise up onto my elbows. “Take this off.” He bites down on his bottom lip as his hand comes to the zipper on the front of my sports bra, gently dragging it down to reveal my breasts. “Your tits are fucking perfect; your body is a fucking dream. I can’t decide what I want to taste first.” He sucks in a sharp breath as he sees how wet I am, soaking through my shorts. “Tell me, what should I taste first before I fuck what I know is going to be the prettiest, tightest pussy I’ve ever seen?”
I could fall over the edge before he’s even touched me. I always dreamed he’d be dirty in bed, but his mouth…God. I really hope he’s as filthy with his tongue as he is with his words.
“Taste my pussy.”
“Fuuuuck, I am so glad you said that. I’m starving for you.” His tongue finds mine, and I fall back onto the bed fully as he hooks his fingertips in my shorts and slowly peels them down.
Once I’m bare, he drops to his knees on the floor and tugs me gently until only my top half remains on the bed. “These hot as fuck legs should be spread over my shoulders permanently so I can eat your sweet cunt whenever I want. Because baby…” He slides his tattooed fingers through me, and I cry out with pleasure. “This body really is out of this world.”
His fingers are large and thick, entering me at once. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, and by the size of his hands, I know he’s going to be huge. “Oh fuck, that feels so good.” I gasp, and as he begins to finger fuck me hard, stars dance at the corners of my vision. I can already feel an orgasm threatening to explode.
“You’re so fucking wet. Are you going to gush in my mouth, Luna? I fucking hope so.” The scruff of his jaw scrapes deliciously along the insides of my thighs as he places hot, open-mouthed kisses leading all the way to my apex. “Look at me, baby. Watch me taste you for the first time.”
With my legs still on his shoulders and Zach on his knees, he continues to scissor into me with his hand. And when his flat tongue finds my clit, running hot circles over it, I come undone. I unravel into his mouth as he sucks every drop of what I have to give.
He looks up from between my parted thighs, his mouth and chin covered in my essence as his lips curl up into a wickedly sexy grin. “Jesus, baby, I think you just squirted in my mouth. Are you a squirter?” He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks on each one in turn. “So sweet, sweeter than I could’ve ever imagined.”
“I’ve never squirted before.”
“Are you going to soak my bed through whenever I fuck you? Which is going to be all the fucking time.”
“Let me see you,” I rasp, stars still dancing in my eyes.
Coming to a stand at the foot of the bed, his lips tip up, sexy confidence oozing from every pore. “You want to see me?”
I nod my head as he slowly pushes his shorts down. And as I take in what leads from his deep v, I know my fantasies could never do justice to the real thing. He’s everything.
Oh. My. God.
He’s huge. And when his cock juts up just below his navel, I realize he's pierced. From the base to halfway up what must be at least nine inches of pure sex. Four bars form the most impressive, but also kind of intimidating, Jacob’s ladder. Each bar is secured with a small bearing on either side.
I look up at him as he kneels on the bed between my thighs and begins pumping himself from root to tip. “Y-you’re pierced and absolutely freakin’ huge.”
He leans down and tentatively brings a finger under my chin, a soft look in his eyes. “Trust me, baby, these piercings will rock your world.” He holds my gaze for a moment longer as he continues to palm himself. “Do you want me like this? We can move at whatever pace you want.”
I consider holding back, but that’s never been my style. “I’ve been waiting and hoping for this for as long as I can remember. I want you inside me.”
Zach crawls over my body and comes to rest on his forearms, bracketing me in. We’re face-to-face as he kisses the corner of my mouth. “Condom?”
I want to shake my head and tell him I need to feel everything, but instead, I nod. Amie took advantage of his trust and I don’t want to do anything that will make him uncomfortable. “I’m on birth control but yeah, if you want, of course.”
His eyes flash with something that resembles relief as he smiles down at me and softly kisses the bridge of my nose. He quickly reaches across into the nightstand and pushes the dust sheet to one side before pulling the draw open. Grabbing a condom from the box, he sits back on his heels and sheaths himself with skill, never taking his eyes from mine. “Fuck knows why I have these since I never expected to be in this position again, but lucky for me, I do.”
I’ve always found condoms to be a total mood-killer, but the way he expertly rolls it down his cock sends a jolt of need straight through me.
Zach hovers over once more as he explores my collarbone and moves up to my pulse point with his tongue, sucking and biting before soothing away the sting.
I’m so close to coming again, I can feel the throb beating in my core. “You should know I’m small, and well, you’re not. I think you might break me.”
He chuckles slowly. “I’m going to be your perfect fit, and for the record, I think we might ruin each other. But I’m not about to break you, Luna. You mean too much to me.”
Slowly, deliciously, he eases his way inside my pussy, stretching me out so much it burns. When he’s fully seated and even through the condom, I feel the ridges of his piercings as they move inside me, touching places I never knew existed. “Oh shit, Zach! I think I’m going to come again.”
“Come for me. Soak my cock.”
I’m a writhing mess as he moves his hips and fucks me through my orgasm. He’s so good in bed. I’m completely overwhelmed as he nips at my breasts. It’s the most sensational experience of my life to be with the man I’ve wanted for so long and to know right here, in this moment, he wants me too.
I’m powerless to prevent the lone tear that trickles down my cheek as Zach continues to take my body in a way I never thought possible. I never thought anyone could make me feel this wanted, this desired.
Noticing, he swipes it away but brings it to his lips. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Better than okay.”
“Me too. But just know, I’m not going to last long with the way you’re gripping my cock.”
“Come for me, Zach.”
“Oh I will. Once I’ve given you the best orgasm of your life.”
He continues to thrust in and out of me as he rises to his knees and brings one of my legs over his shoulder to change the angle, and fuck if that doesn’t make me scream. “Come with me, Luna. Milk me dry.”
I crash over the edge one final time as his hips begin to move erratically, hitting so deep it sends us both into heavenly oblivion.
Zach comes on a roar. “Fucking you is my new favorite thing.” He collapses onto the bed beside me, pulling me up and onto his gorgeously tanned, tattooed, and paint-smeared chest. “And I can’t wait to see how many ways I can do it.”