29. Zayn
CHAPTER 29
ZAYN
I pulled her to me, turned her around, and kissed her, not hearing the hiss as I pressed her up against me.
She tasted so goddamn sweet.
I remembered the coffee burn, deftly turned her again, and immersed her in water, my hands moving over her body. “You need to draw the heat to the surface,” I explained as my hands roamed her body. The cold water was a shock, but you got used to it. Or maybe I was like Isla, burning from her touch.
“It’s really cold,” she said as she shivered. My hand skimmed down her back, delighting in the way her body arched into my touch.
“I’ll warm you up,” I promised, kissing along her shoulder blade. “Keep your hair out of the water,” I told her, wrapping her silken locks around my hand and tugging her head back. Her nipples stood out, and I turned her again to face me.
“The coffee didn’t go on my back,” Isla protested as the cold water cascaded down her back, pressing into me in her bid to get away from the spray.
“I know, just let me taste,” I whispered as my tongue flicked over her pebbled nipple. Her skin was red, but there didn’t seem to be any real harm. And right then, I was too selfish. I needed to taste her.
Isla moaned, and I lost all pretense of caring for her burn. I lifted her, bridal style, walking to the bed.
“We’re wet!” Isla protested when I laid her down.
“We’ll dry.” My tongue and mouth covered her breasts, taking my time. “Does that hurt?”
“Hurt?” Her head was tipped back, her eyes closed, and I saw her teeth tug at her bottom lip. “Um, no.”
“Good.” I bit her nipple and delighted in the small moan that escaped her. I kissed my way down her body, moving my hand between her legs. Her wet panties annoyed me. She raised her hips as I pulled them off. Pushing my own underwear down, I crawled up the bed, my lips skimming her legs until I was at her pussy, and I tasted her for the first time in days.
Days.
It had been days , and I was like a man who had been denied for years.
Her pussy was wet from the shower and her own slickness. Fuck, she was addictive. Her taste was my drug. I licked at her, sucking her clit, tongue fucking her, eating her pussy until she was bucking her hips and crying out my name. I felt her come around my fingers. Pulling them out of her, I licked her juices off them.
“Fuck.” I stroked my cock as I lapped at my fingers. “More.” I went back to the source, using broad strokes with my tongue to get all her taste. Dimly, I was aware of the frantic tugs at my hair, and I looked up to see her twisting her head and mumbling.
“Fuck me, Zayn,” she gasped when our eyes met. “Fuck me now.”
I kissed her dirty mouth. I loved her fucking mouth. “Tell me what you want, Is.” I was kissing her everywhere. My lips trailed over her neck.
“I said it.” She bucked her hips, trying to get my cock between her legs. “I said fuck me.”
“Spell it out for me,” I coaxed as I rubbed my tip over her clit, loving the way her eyes rolled back in her head.
She looked at me as I nudged into her entrance. “I’m not good at dirty talk.”
I dipped my head, claiming her lips, kissing her deeply, savoring the taste of my woman. “You’re fucking perfect at being dirty,” I teased her. “Use your words, little Isla.”
“Fuck my…pussy.”
I winked. “And?” I was back at her breasts, licking her perfectly pink nipples.
“I want you to do it from behind.” When I raised an eyebrow, she hid her face behind her hands. “Not that, ” she wailed in protest. “I mean doggy. And…I want it hard.”
Holy shit, who thought Isla asking me to pound her from behind was going to make my cock harder than a rock. I flipped her effortlessly, pulling her hips up. I kept one palm between her shoulders, holding her down on the bed.
“Stay,” I whispered as I covered her back, kissing her neck. “Have you fucked anyone else?”
Isla stilled, then turned her head to look at me, fire flashing in her eyes. “ No !” She glared at me. “You?”
I smiled at the look of jealousy she gave me at the very thought of it. “No.” I slid home. “That’s a good girl,” I told her. Her pussy hugged me, welcoming me back to my favorite place. I pulled out a little and then slammed back in. I registered her moan of appreciation and did it again and again.
“You feel so good,” I praised her as I fucked her. “Look at that pussy swallowing my cock.” I watched as I thrust into her. “You feel fucking perfect.”
“Zayn…” Her hands were curled into fists, her eyes squeezed shut.
I remembered the coffee spilling on her. “Oh shit.” I pulled out and flipped her. “Your chest, are you okay?”
Isla glared up at me. Her hand curled around me, stroking. “You stopped?” she asked incredulously. “I was ready to…you know. Get back in!”
I stifled my laugh, spreading her legs wider. I admired her body, and I loved how she hid behind her hands once more. “Look at me.” Isla shook her head, and I pulled her legs wider. “Look at me .” She did. “Put your hands above your head,” I ordered, and she did. “Keep them there.”
I slid back inside her, watching her take it all, my hands on her thighs, keeping her spread as wide as she could. Her back arched, and I began to move slowly in and out.
Fucking hell. This was torture. My body screamed at me to fuck her faster, but I wanted to savor this. Reality would return, and she would remember who and what I was, and this would be the last time I was sinking into her.
“You’re killing me,” she gasped.
I pulled out, shuffling down the bed, and I licked her clit lazily. Just her clit. She moved her head down until we were watching each other. My tongue never dipped lower, but I hated that I was missing her sweet nectar as it dripped from her. I kept up a steady slow lick over her clit, letting it build and delighting in the look of her lust-filled eyes as her body writhed beneath my tongue.
Isla screamed as she came. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but I dropped my shoulders to keep her spread, and only when she was convulsing under my tongue, I dipped lower and tasted her. She was so wet. My fingers slipped in and spread her wetness everywhere. I felt her tense as I rubbed my fingers over her asshole until she began to relax.
I resumed licking her, two fingers in her pussy, one dipping in her ass. God, I wanted to claim that ass. I had been her first kiss. I hadn’t taken her pussy first, but I would take her ass.
She was so fucking wet and horny. I kissed up her body, kissing her, not surprised by the passion she kissed me back, not giving a damn that she was tasting herself.
“I want your ass,” I told her as I sucked her neck. Her legs were over my hips, and I felt her tense. My hand cupped her ass again, sliding against her pussy, coating my finger with her own wetness and teasing that tight little bud. “You ever had a cock in your ass, Is?”
“No.” Isla shook her head. “I don’t think I want one either,” she whispered, not knowing her ass was swallowing more and more of my finger.
“You sure?” I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and just moved the finger in her ass. Isla moaned as her hips began to roll. “Look at you.” I admired her. “Doing so well. So greedy.” I pushed two fingers in her pussy and then pushed them into her ass, loving the tight squeeze of her around my fingers. “You’re taking my fingers so well.”
“It burns,” she groaned, but her hands were on her nipples, pulling at them, as her hips continued to fuck against my hand.
My tongue lathed over her clit again, getting her wetter. I knew she needed more, but impatience rode me, and I pressed my rock-hard cock against her, feeling the resistance, feeling the slight give as her ass opened.
“Zayn!” Isla’s hips bucked.
My thumb strummed against her clit, and her protest died in a whimper. I pressed forward. I heard her groan mingled with my own as her ass strangled the head of my cock.
“Zayn, you’re too big.” Her eyes flew open as I inched inside her.
I wasn’t even a quarter of the way in.
“Babe…” Her whispered gasp had my balls tightening. “It’s too big.”
Lube. I needed lube. Her ass was untouched. What the fuck was I thinking?
I pulled out slowly, moving down, covering her pussy with my tongue until she came again.
While she was lying on her side, panting, I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean my cock. I hadn’t even been wearing a rubber. I was ready to ass fuck her with no preparation.
Isla was where I left her when I got back on the bed. Rolling into me, she pulled my head down and kissed me passionately. Her hand wrapped around my cock, guiding it to her pussy, and she lined me up.
“Fuck me.”
I fucked her hard. Her body was mine. She gave it to me. I took it. I took it again and again. Fucking her with everything I had. When I felt her coming around my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last. Her pussy muscles were too tight, squeezing me as she spasmed around my cock.
“Are you ready?” Isla asked, her body pliant under my hands.
“Yeah,” I told her gruffly.
She pushed against me until I let up, and with a wiggle and a contented smile, she lay on her front, lifting her ass in the air. I slid into her, thinking she wanted to finish as we started.
“Do what you need,” Isla whispered, her hips moving with me.
I pulled out, my thumb dipping into her, rubbing her wetness over her asshole. My hand stroked my cock furiously. I pushed against her. I wasn’t going to go any farther, but her asshole relaxed a little, and I slipped in just a little, but it was enough to feel the tight heat of her ass. My orgasm hit, and it came from the tips of my toes. I thrust against her instinctively, and I heard her cry out as I pushed into her. Quickly, I strummed her clit, but there was no stopping my hips from jerking forward, although I did my best to pull myself back, careful not to hurt her by sinking in completely.
Panting and exhausted, I rolled off of her, gathering her with me, not giving a fuck that she was sticky with both of us.
“You ruin me,” Isla murmured, kissing my chest softly as she snuggled into me.
“Because you’re mine.”
We fell asleep, wrecked, spent, and completely content.
* * *
“I’ve seen a lot of shit in my day, but now, I’ve seen too much.”
I opened my eyes to meet Rye’s gaze. Instinctively, I tugged the covers higher up over Isla.
“Quit looking and you’ll live to see another day,” I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and checking Isla was still asleep. “Why are you here?”
“Is it your charm that keeps them coming back?” Rye deadpanned. He didn’t look away as I walked naked to the bathroom. Nudity didn’t bother Rye; he was merely waiting for an answer.
In the bathroom, I found my boxers and pulled them and my jeans on. Pulling my shirt on, I exited the bathroom and faced him, glancing once at the bed where she still slept.
“Someone’s worn out.”
“Keep your voice down,” I scolded him. “What’s up? I thought you had an all-day baby screaming fest.”
“You know baby shower means the bun’s still in the oven, don’t you?”
“Don’t they bring kids with them?” I paused as I reached into my fridge for a bottle of water.
“No, you fucking clown, it’s not a swap meet, for fuck’s sake.”
“Oh.” I sniffed. “Then why did you say they scream all day?”
“Because they’re women.”
I shook my head. “You’re a sexist asshole.” He grinned at me. “Why are you here? What couldn’t wait until it was finished?”
Rye looked me over, then tapped his watch. “It’s been over for hours. I came looking for the boss because work’s due to start, and he wasn’t there, and he’s never been late in his life.”
I turned to the clock in the kitchen area. Fuck . I’d slept the day away. We’d slept the day away.
“Anyone looking for her?” I asked softly.
“No one knows she’s here, right?” Rye glanced over at Isla’s sleeping form.
“No.” I shook my head. “It wasn’t planned.” I saw his dubious look. “She spilled coffee.”
He waited, and when I offered nothing else, he shook his head. “Right, well, that’s quite a story. Get your shit together. We’ve deals lined up for tonight. I need you focused.”
He left knowing I’d heard him, but my eyes were still trained on Isla. Walking over to the bed, I looked down at her. She was so peaceful. So unguarded. So innocent. Bending down, I kissed her bare shoulder.
“Isla?” I kissed along her back, up her neck, and along her jaw. “You need to wake up, Is.”
“Keep going, I’m still sleepy,” she murmured, snuggling into the bed but arching her neck so I could kiss her there.
My cock reacted, and I knew I didn’t have time. “I have to go to work.”
It had the desired effect. Her eyes shot open, and her body turned stiff. “Right.” Isla glanced at her watch and sat bolt upright. “Shit. Is that really the time?”
“Yeah, I didn’t realize until Rye woke me up.”
Her eyes were wide as she stared at me. “Rye woke you? He was here?” She looked down at her naked body. “Did he see me naked ?”
I debated with the truth and then went with the safest option. “I covered you.”
She was on her feet, the blanket wrapped around her. “ After he saw me?” Isla shivered. “Doesn’t he know how to knock? Ugh, why does he just get to walk in here?”
Because I don’t bring women to my apartment to fuck. “He didn’t know you were here.”
“What did he want?”
“Remind me I have a business to run.”
Isla ran her hand through her messy hair, her eyes sad. Her look was defeated. “You need to go to work,” she said quietly. “To the clubs that get raided by SWAT.” She saw my look. I’d told her we got raided. I never mentioned by who. “Gossip, especially when it’s about the hottest club in town.”
“Every club has to deal with authorities,” I told her smoothly.
“How many people get SWAT visits?” Her tone was harsh, and her body language screamed clear negative vibes.
“I’ve always been popular.”
I watched the emotions play over her face while I fought the feeling of disappointment. I knew this would be the way she was. Rye did too. This morning and afternoon had been a blip. A luxury that neither of us could afford.
A mistake.
“I need to shower and get to work,” I told her briskly. “You can stay, or you can leave.” I walked to the bathroom. “This is who I am, Isla. I never hid it from you before, and I won’t do it now.”
She said nothing.
I showered quickly. She stayed wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me as I dressed for work. Her look was one of careful assessment, and I knew I was being judged and, ultimately, found wanting.
Pulling on my suit jacket, I glanced at her. “The door locks automatically.” I pointed to the far corner of the room. “The elevator will only take you to the basement…no one will see you.” I hesitated on my way to the door. “I can have someone take you to your car if you want.”
“Who did you kill?”
The night she asked me if I’d killed anyone, I was expecting the follow-up question of who then. When she never asked the next day or the next, I knew it wasn’t forgotten, yet I was still disappointed she asked me now.
“Why?” I turned to face her, hating the shine of tears in her eyes. “You already know that I have. That’s enough.”
“You get to make that decision?” she challenged. “About what I can and can’t know?”
“Use the elevator. Wait by my car. I’ll send Jayden to take you to yours.”
“Did you get in Gerard’s head about the renovation and the gala?” Her look was steady. “Did you sabotage my event?”
I met her gaze. “You sabotaged yourself when you took on more than you could handle.”
The silence was heavy between us.
“You should go.”
Isla looked like I’d slapped her. “That’s it? This is goodbye?”
I tipped my head back and looked at the ceiling. “You’re already looking at me like I kill puppy dogs, Is. You don’t want to be here.” I looked at her. “You don’t…approve of who I am.” I held her gaze. “I’ll never change.” I gestured down at my body. “And I don’t want to. I like who I am.”
“I don’t think I do.”
“I know.” I held her gaze for a long moment, heavy with unspoken words. “Wait for Jayden at the car. He won’t be long.”
I closed the door behind me, making sure it was shut tightly. The sound reverberated through the silence, louder and more final than I’d ever expected.
At the top of the stairs, I paused. One minute. Five deep measured breaths. On the last exhale, I shut off the part of me that had begun to entertain the idea of Isla being in my life.
More centered, I jogged down the stairs. There was no room for distractions.
I had work to do.