20. Isla
CHAPTER 20
ISLA
He was thick, he was long, and he felt perfect in my hand.
I wanted more than to touch him. I wanted to taste him. When I moved down, he didn’t protest as I pushed him back to lie flat on my bed. After my first taste of his cock, I wasn’t sure which one of us groaned louder. My tongue swirled around the head, loving the fact I was in control.
In the dim light, I saw him throw his head back when I took him in my mouth. Sliding my lips down his length, I savored the taste of Zayn.
“You’re a demon,” he muttered, his hands fisting my hair, not to control me but just holding on, as I bobbed my head up and down his length.
Licking and sucking his cock, I was insatiable. I wanted to break him. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted to be the one who broke him .
“Fuck, Isla,” he groaned as I took him deeper, his hold tightening. “Fuck, babe, yeah, just like that.” Zayn’s hips were lifting, pushing his cock into my mouth more. One hand untangled itself from my hair, and I heard him fumbling, and something fell to the floor. My night-light flicked on, and I looked up, meeting his dark, hungry stare. “I need to see those lips wrapped around my cock,” he told me with a growl.
I took him deeper and felt smug when his head tipped back again, breaking eye contact.
“Jesus, fuck ,” he hissed. Zayn’s hips were moving faster as he fucked my mouth. “Fucking mouth as sweet as sin, I knew it,” he muttered, pushing my head gently. “Take it all, Is. Take it fucking all.”
His cock hit the back of my throat, and I knew there was more I hadn’t fit in my mouth. But the desire to see him come undone pushed me forward. I fought my gag reflex, the sounds of my choking and slurping all over his cock filled the room until I felt him in my throat, and I pulled back quickly. Gasping for breath, I went down on him again, getting more in my throat.
“ Fuck.”
Looking up, I saw him watching me, eyes heavy with desire. His hands slipped into my hair again, and he tried to roll his hips, but I was in control. Coming up off of him, I let my teeth graze over his cock, relishing in his moan of approval.
“I’m going to come if you keep this up,” he warned me.
Good .
I took him in my mouth again, sliding much farther down, my throat now more used to opening for him. Once, twice, three times more, and he was pulsing in my mouth, and his growl so possessive, so satisfied, ignited my core.
As Zayn flopped back onto the bed, his fingers loosening in my hair, I lapped at his cock leisurely, finally lifting my head off him and feeling very smug that I had reduced him to a breathless puddle .
Wiping the back of my hand across my mouth, I fought the urge to laugh with victory until I met his heated look, and I swallowed hard.
Hands tugged at my hips, pulling me up his body, across his semi-hard cock, and over his abs, and then I was being lifted and settled over Zayn’s mouth.
“Oh!”
The first swipe of his tongue was enough to make my toes curl. The second had me yelling out as he tasted the entire length of my pussy. The third had me holding on to the headboard. My hips started rocking over his face as he ate my pussy. His fingers slipped into me as he sucked my clit, and my body moved over his mouth as if I was riding him. My fingers tangled into his short hair, holding him as I ground against his tongue. I didn’t care if he could breathe. I needed this more than he needed air.
The room faded around me as I chased my orgasm. Good god, the man knew how to use his tongue. The sound of my heavy breathing should have embarrassed me, but all I could think of was how much I wanted to come and also for this to never end. A third finger pushed into me, and my head tipped back as too many sensations raced over my skin, and I no longer knew which one was which.
“Zayn,” I mumbled. “Zayn, I need more.” I dropped my head, my chin on my chest, and looked down at him.
He lifted me off slightly, and then I was on my back, his head in between my thighs, with him tongue fucking me with an unrestrained wildness that had me crying out his name while two fingers plunged into me, curling and finding a spot inside me I thought was a myth.
I came with such force I screamed out his name as my body convulsed, and he didn’t stop .
He didn’t stop.
I came again, and I was sure I was going to pass out. I had no control over my body as he ate my pussy and finger fucked me until I was begging, begging him to stop. It was too much.
Zayn moved up my body, his teeth nipping at my breast, his tongue laving over a nipple on his journey to my mouth. The kiss was raw, a clash of tongue and teeth. My fingers dug into his shoulders, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me lower on the bed.
I felt him at my entrance, coating his cock with my wetness, and with one hard thrust, he was seated deep inside me. My head tipped back as I cried out at the feeling of complete fullness, my clit throbbing from the overstimulation.
“Oh my god,” I groaned as he started to fuck me. His mouth was at my neck, his tongue running up the column of my throat, plunging into my mouth.
We were wild.
We were unrestrained.
We held nothing back.
He flipped me over, pulling my hips up and sliding into me in one move, pressing my head down onto the mattress. How was I even fuller?
“Your pussy is perfect,” he growled, his voice low, thick with lust. “I’m never going to stop fucking this pussy.”
Before I could answer, he was pulling me up, still deep inside me. He pressed his chest into my back as his hands cupped my breasts before he trailed one hand over my collarbone and ended up circling my throat.
“You ready to come?”
I shook my head. “I can’t,” I moaned breathlessly. “Not again. You go, it’s fine. I’m done.”
A dark chuckle sounded as he dipped his head into the crook of my neck, his body moving against mine. “Yeah, you can.” He nipped my earlobe. “You will .” He bit lightly into my shoulder. “I say when you’re done, Is. You’re not done.”
He lifted me, my legs pushed wide to straddle his lap, his hips rolling against me the entire time, as I moved up and down his deliciously thick cock. I felt so open, so exposed, and when his hand dropped down my body, his fingers strumming my clit, I almost resented that he was right as I screamed once more as my orgasm exploded deep inside me.
Falling forward, I heard him grunt as his hips slammed into mine, and a hand tangled in my hair, pulling me off the mattress. “So fucking good,” Zayn whispered harshly before he slammed his hips into me one final time, and I felt him withdraw and then wetness as he spilled his release over my back.
His head rested between my shoulder blades as we both struggled to catch our breath. With a groan, he pushed himself off me. “Don’t move,” he ordered, and I almost laughed.
Move? There was no danger of that. I heard the sound of water, and then Zayn was wiping down my back, kissing my shoulder before I felt him move away. I heard him wash his hands.
The bed dipped, and he pulled me into his body. The night-light clicked off, plunging us into darkness.
“Don’t ever tell me where you learned to fuck like that,” he mumbled, kissing my shoulder once more.
“Why?” I asked sleepily. The fact I had never had sex like that was not something I would ever admit to this man.
“Because I’ll have to find the guy who taught you how to suck cock like that and fuck like that and kill him.”
My eyes flew open, and I instinctively moved away, but his arm tightened around me. I tried to relax, but his words had a frightening intensity. He didn’t say anything else, merely stroked his fingers over my tummy soothingly until I relaxed.
The room around us settled into an almost comfortable silence, leaving only the heightened rush of our shared breath and the warmth of our skin pressed together.
“You’re staying?” I mumbled, relishing the warmth of his body behind me.
“Don’t sound so disappointed,” he said gruffly, and I slipped into sleep with a smile on my face.
I woke sometime later, and I could feel the pull of his desire in the firmness of his grip and in the way his fingers gently, but insistently, played along the small of my back. For every moment I tried to keep a hold of myself, his caresses coaxed me further into submitting to him.
With closed eyes, I let the sensations wash over me—the electric sting of his kisses, the soft murmur of whispered commands as he bent me to his will. But even as I lost myself in the heat of his embrace, a small, stubborn part of me screamed at me in warning not to give in completely. I wanted to keep that spark of defiance alive. I wanted to remember that I wasn’t just another conquest in his empire. And yet…with every lingering touch and every deep consuming kiss, I felt part of me slipping away, drawn to him with every whisper of my name on his lips.
In those moments, I knew we were dancing on the edge of something dangerous, something that blurred the lines between control and chaos.
Zayn moved over me, his body and mine tangled together, my legs hitched over his hips as he took long deep strokes that reached part of me I didn’t think any man had reached before. As dawn crept into the room, he fucked me slowly, leisurely, taking his time. Savoring it. Our eyes met, and there was a silent promise in the depths of his gaze—a promise that this wasn’t over, that he wasn’t done with me yet. He dipped his head, his kiss so different from the others we’d shared tonight, soft, gentle, his tongue tracing my bottom lip softly, as he tasted me.
His body started to move with more urgency, and I gripped him tighter, my moans loud in the quiet of the room.
“Your pussy is fucking incredible,” he whispered, his head burrowed into my neck. “It was made for me.” He groaned as I clenched around him. His head tipped back as I felt my orgasm approach.
I’d never orgasmed to only penetrative sex before, but he did something to me, and on every downward stroke, he brought me closer to the edge.
“Zayn.” It was a whisper. A plea. A warning.
“I know,” he mumbled, his head tipping back, pleasure causing him to bite his lip, and why the hell did that make me only hotter for this man? “Aw, fuck, I can’t hold back,” he warned me. “Drop your legs, baby,” he commanded, ready to pull out.
I wasn’t ready to let him go. I was right on the edge of something wonderful. “No.” My legs tightened. “Hold it, I’m so close.” My hips rolled up to meet his. “I’m so close,” I whispered like a mantra. There was no space between us. Zayn was holding himself up above me, and I had no desire to rush this orgasm by using my hand to rub my clit.
“Isla.” His voice held a hint of a threat. “Your pussy’s too damn good, squeezing me like that. I’m going to come.” His mouth covered mine as I clenched around him, kissing me desperately, before he tore his head away. “Fuck, I’m going to?—”
His admission of losing control tipped me over the edge, and my cry of ecstasy drowned out his groan of surrender. My legs loosened, allowing him to slam into me one more time, and then he was bucking his hips against mine as he spilled deep inside me.
He lay on top of me, spent and breathing hard. Teeth nibbled at my neck as my own wave of pleasure dissipated.
“Shit.” Zayn rolled off me. His hand was on his forehead.
“Sorry…”
“I’m not,” he told me, reaching over and tweaking my nipple. “You on something?”
“Shot.”
“Okay.” His breathing was still ragged. “You clean?”
I almost felt insulted until I realized it was a valid question. “You’re the first one to um…you know.”
He moved his head to look at me, one eyebrow raised. “To fuck you or come inside you?” He grinned at my flat look. “I usually have a rubber,” he told me bluntly.
“Why didn’t you tonight?”
“Because I wasn’t expecting to fuck you tonight. I didn’t bring my wallet.”
“Then why did you come to my apartment?” I stared at the ceiling, not brave enough to look at him as I waited for the answer. He wasn’t expecting to fuck me tonight, but he was expecting to fuck me at some point? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. “It was late for a social visit.”
“You and me shouldn’t be in the same sentence as the word social ,” Zayn said gruffly, sitting up. “Are you seriously arguing with me? Again? After all that?”
“I’m going to the bathroom.” I got out of bed, wishing I had a robe to cover my nakedness. I spent some time cleaning up, wrapping another towel around me, and by the time I came back out, he was already dressed.
Zayn saw my look and tapped his watch. “I don’t, but you have to be up in…what? An hour?” I glanced at the clock. Five in the morning. “Maybe two?”
“An hour,” I confirmed.
“If I stay…” He looked at me with fresh hunger in his stare.
“You should go.”
The tension hung between us until Zayn stepped forward, pulling me into a kiss that was as raw and filthy as we’d been in my bed.
“This isn’t a onetime thing,” he told me, his hand cupping the back of my neck. “Agreed?”
“You don’t even like me,” I protested weakly despite my body humming with anticipation at the thought of us having sex again.
Zayn smirked. “And you hate me, so”—his teeth nipped at my bottom lip—“we’re even.”
“So, what…we’re hate fucking?”
His eyes flared with desire at the term, but it was gone just as quick. “No need for labels, Is. Just go with it.”
He patted my cheek, and I slapped his hand away, causing him to chuckle. Then he was out of the door, and moments later, I heard a car thrum to life.
“What the hell did I just do?” I asked the empty apartment.
Zayn had claimed more than just a fleeting moment in my bed—he had ignited something within me that I couldn’t simply turn off. And despite every instinct screaming at me not to do something stupid, a small, stubborn part of me was already waiting for his next move.