Chapter 29
RYAN
Zoey was driving me crazy, and she was completely oblivious to it.
She walked around the apartment in tank tops without a bra.
She snuggled up close on the couch and smelled so damn good I thought I’d lose my mind.
And every time I looked up, she was watching me.
Instead of dropping her gaze, those damn lips would curl into a knowing smile.
I jerked off every chance I could get, but to no avail. It’s like my dick knew the difference between Zoey and my hand and it didn’t want my hand. It wanted Zoey.
Tonight was my first night off in a long time. I was tempted to lock myself in my bedroom with a lot of porn on my phone, but instead, I asked Zoey if she wanted to watch a movie.
“Just let me get into something more comfortable,” she disappeared into her bedroom .
I grabbed a beer and watched as she emerged from her room wearing yet another thin tank top and a pair of cotton pink pajama bottoms.
“How’s the new job?”
She stretched her arms above her head, giving me a tantalizing view of her bare breasts beneath her top. “I love it so much.”
My voice sounded gruff. “Frank treating you okay?”
“He’s nice.”
The Frank I knew scared grown men. “Okay.”
Her pants hung low on her narrow hips. They looked like they’d slide off with ease.
I forced myself to look up at her face. “What movie do you want?”
Her smile made my dick twitch, but in its defense, everything she did these days made it twitch. “I get to pick?”
“Anything you want.”
I fiddled with my phone while she worked the remote, trying not to check out the smooth outline of her bare breasts beneath her tank top.
The movie started. I settled back on the seat. Without saying a word, she shuffled over on the couch until she was snuggled against me.
She would be the death of me.
I reluctantly lifted my arm so that her head was resting on my chest and her arm wrapped around my waist. I rested my arm along her side.
Why did this feel so damn good? I was not a touchy-feely kind of guy. I didn’t do cuddles. Except with Zoey. I rested my chin on the top of Zoey’s head, loving the way her soft hair felt on my face.
I couldn't follow the plot of the movie.
There was a plane and people. And lots of shooting.
I stared blankly at the screen, but I could only think about how good she smelled.
I slowly flexed my hand over her hip. Then against my will, my hand did a slow circle, rubbing her hip through her thin pajama bottoms. My cock jolted when she snuggled tighter into me.
Growing bolder, I ran my hand down her leg and back up over her small hip.
Her hand tightened around my waist. I ran my hand up and down her back, again and again, each time going lower, until I was smoothing my touch over her tight little butt.
Her breathing changed. Became slightly erratic.
I stared unseeing at the screen, only able to concentrate on how her tight body felt beneath my hand.
“Zoey.”
She tilted her head back, showing me her face.
I debated as I studied her. This was such a bad idea, but my willpower was at an all-time low. Every reason I had used to keep me away from touching her vanished. I wanted one kiss.
I lowered my mouth to hers. Finally . God.
She tasted like cherries and sweet goodness.
She moaned, and I shamelessly used that opportunity to deepen the kiss.
I wrapped my hand around her neck, loving how her pulse was hammering beneath my fingertips.
Her skin was so smooth and soft. I wanted to devour her. Worship her.
I lifted my face a couple inches above hers. “Tell me to stop.”
Her mouth was swollen. Hot desire flamed in her gaze. “I know you don’t want to have sex, but maybe we could do other things?”
Other things . My mind flooded with all the possibilities. She had been the focus of my fantasies for so long that making them a reality was a temptation I couldn’t resist.
Before I changed my mind, I scooped her up and deposited her on her back. In less than a heartbeat, I was kneeling on either side of her, whipping my shirt over my head. “I think that’s the best fucking idea you’ve had since IKEA.”
Her laugh shot straight down to my cock, making it strain harder against my jeans.
Whoa. Slow down, boy. You’re not a fucking horny teenager.
But I felt like one. And I had only one thing on my mind.
When she saw my chest, the laughter died and was replaced with curiosity. She glanced up at me. “Can I touch you? ”
I nodded, then watched as she tentatively put her palm flat on my stomach and then smoothed her touch over my skin.
“Your skin is so soft but these muscles are so hard.” With fascination, she dragged her fingertips over each muscle.
I captured her hand in mine. “Zoey, are you sure you want to do this?”
She squinted. “Well, I’m not sure what we’re going to do.”
Anything you’ll fucking let me do.
“What do you want to do?” I dipped my head, so I could trail my mouth along that sweet neck.
“What are my options?”
I paused and then smiled against her skin. She made everything different and new.
“Well, you could let me explore your body?”
Please say yes.
“With clothes on or off?”
I had to take a couple deep breaths. “We could try it with clothes on first?”
I laid my hand flat on her stomach.
“Yes,” she was breathless.
Thank you, God.
I kissed her delicate mouth with a patience I didn’t feel until I felt her relax beneath me.
My hand slowly moved up her rib cage, pushing up her tank top to reveal creamy white skin.
Her breast was small, just like she was, with the pertest nipple I had ever felt.
I kissed my way down her neck, loving how she gasped.
And then I caught that tiny pebbled nipple in my mouth.
She arched against my mouth. I sucked and savored, teasing her with my stubble.
“Ryan,” she sounded breathless.
I moved my mouth to her other neglected nipple while the fire raged inside of me. My hand slowly, leisurely drifted down her body. I pushed it beneath her pajama bottoms.
Her entire body jerked up when my fingertips slid between her delicate folds. Her mouth opened against mine, my kiss forgotten, as I gently explored. God, she was silky smooth, hot, and wet. If I didn’t have a taste of that, I might lose my mind.
I went back on my haunches and grabbed her bottoms, tugging them down her hips.
Her eyes were so big. “What are you doing?”
She looked fucking gorgeous, lying there, her t-shirt pushed up to her chin. Her pink nipples hard and wet from my kisses.
“I thought we might try some exploring without your clothes.”
She nodded, wordlessly. Watching me with trust in her eyes while I pulled the fabric completely off her legs. Her legs slammed shut.
I kissed one sweet knee. “Tell me what you want, Zoey.”
She shook her head and swallowed. “I don’t know.”
“Do you trust me?”
Big eyes, on my face, so full of trust. She nodded.
I ran my big hands down the sides of her thighs. God her skin felt so smooth, so soft. I parted her knees, opening her to me.
Her breath hitched in her throat. So did mine.
She was pink and delicate and so fucking perfect, I almost lost my head.
I slowly traced a finger down her pink folds.
Her ribs were rising and falling as she dragged each breath into her lungs.
Her thighs trembled. I slowly, gently circled the delicate bundle of nerves.
Her back arched, her eyes shut as she made a noise that went straight to my cock.
I moved so my face was up against the apex of her thighs.
She lifted her head in alarm. “What?”
She looked so innocent, so fucking fuckable, I almost couldn’t take it.
Forgive me, Zoey, I just need a few moments here.
I dragged my entire tongue up her sweet wetness. Oh God, she tasted like carnal candy. I wanted to bury my face there and never come up for air. I swirled my tongue, sucking, stroking, feasting on her. She tasted like heaven and I had just died and gone to my happy place.
Her moan brought me back to reality. I lifted my head. She was panting, eyes burning bright. A look of transfixed disbelief covered her face as she watched me.
“Tell me this is okay.”
“Keep going,” she choked out. “Don’t stop.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I drew her soft pink folds into my mouth, sucking until she jerked up against my mouth. My tongue found her bud, and I circled it, loving how my chin was rubbing into her wetness. She whimpered.
“Has anyone done this to you?” I lifted my face, looking up at her.
“No, no one,” she gasped as my tongue traced around and around her pink perfect nub.
I nuzzled deep into her. I needed, so badly, to fuck her with my mouth.
I impaled her with my tongue, circling around the inside of her entrance.
I realized there was a chance I would blow my load in my jeans, but in that moment, I didn’t give a fuck.
I was so addicted to her taste, the noises she made, the way her narrow hips jerked up.
I was relentless, plunging my tongue in and out of her.
The sounds she made. Her entire body quivered.
She was so close. So wet. Satin perfection.
I pushed my thumb up into her, stroking, invading her, claiming her.
I found her g-spot and grazed it, lifting my head to watch.
Her unseeing eyes were so big, her mouth a perfect O.
She was so slick, so luscious, I considered teasing her more, but I wanted, more than anything, to watch her orgasm.
My invading thumb expertly stroked her and then she bucked back.
She arched, quivering like a bow, and with a pitiful little scream, she came all over my hand.
It was the sexiest, most alluring thing I had ever seen in my entire life.