16. Delaney
CHAPTER 16
Delaney
T he throbbing in my hand is dull and easy for me to ignore when I’m in Zayne’s arms. Dancing with him on the dock of the lake beneath a star filled sky, the moonlight dancing across the lake is enchanting. It’s the perfect prom.
He spins me around to the songs playing on his phone in the pocket of his dress pants. The crisp mountain air dances on the exposed areas of my skin, but I’m warm in Zayne’s embrace. Butterflies dance in my stomach, and shockwaves of pleasure shoot through my skin where our bodies are connected.
“You’re so handsome.” I smile up at him. “I’ve never seen you in anything other than jeans and tee shirts, but this… You carry it off well.”
Zayne blushes as he looks down at me. The embarrassed smile is so damn endearing that my heart stutters inside my chest. He’s a tough, smart-ass who’s always in control of himself, so to see this side of him makes me fall even harder.
“Thank you.” His low, gruff tone causes goosebumps to dance across my skin. “I wish I had the money to rent a tux?—”
I put my finger against his lips, silencing him. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
His irises are nearly obsidian in the darkness. “What time do you have to be home?”
A blush heats my cheeks. “Not until morning. My parents think I’m staying?—”
His lips cover mine, tilting my head as he deepens the kiss. I whimper, clinging to him. The ever-present fire between us explodes into a bonfire as we devour one another. My heart and pulse pound, my skin overheats, and I’m so damn hungry for this man that my bones feel like they turn to liquid.
He breaks the kiss, lifting me into his arms. I wrap my arm around the back of his neck as he carries me toward the truck.
“I’m sure glad I left all those blankets behind the seat of my truck.”
I giggle as he sets me on my feet. He opens the door, shuts off the headlights that helped illuminate us on the dock and climbs inside. I stare at his ass, the fabric of his pants clinging to his muscles.
When his feet hit the ground, his arms are laden with blankets and a pillow. He smirks at me as he kicks the door shut. “Enjoying the view?”
“You damn well know it.” I follow him to the bed of his truck. He puts the tailgate down and climbs up. “Thank God it’s not too wet. If it would’ve poured, it would still be soaked.” He lays the blankets down and arranges the pillow as I stand there and watch.
“Do you need?—”
His sharp look over his shoulder shuts me up. I hide my smile behind my hand as he continues prepping, ensuring it’s as perfect as he can get it before he turns around and approaches me.
Leaning over, he grabs me and lifts me so I’m standing on the bed of his truck. “Something funny, huh?”
I can’t contain my laughter as I pull off one heel, then the other, while holding onto his shoulder for balance. “Sorry.” I try to compose myself, but the look on his face makes me laugh harder.
He grabs me and wrestles me to the blankets. “Funny. You don’t sound sorry.” He flips me so I’m on my back. “You’re forgetting one thing, minx.”
“What’s that?”
His fingers are on my sides, tickling me. “I know all your ticklish spots.”
I squeal, squirming beneath him. He laughs, grabs my hands, and easily pins them together, holding my wrists with one hand while the other keeps tickling my side until I’m crying from laughing so hard.
He stops, letting me breathe. “This is how you should look at your prom. Radiant and carefree.”
His words hit me square in the chest. There’s something so inherently special about Zayne. Part of me hates that so few see it, while the other is glad I don’t have to share that part of him with anyone else.
“It’s because of you.”
The desire burning in his eyes incinerates me. I wrap my legs around his waist, eliciting a moan from him seconds before his lips capture mine. He releases my wrists and grinds against me. My hands go through his dark hair before gliding down his back.
“I get you all night, huh?” He says between kisses.
“All night,” I whisper back, breathing heavily. “I need this off.” I run my hands down his shirt.
He sits up, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. I follow him, grabbing his belt and unbuckling it. A teasing smile curls his lips. “Someone’s impatient.”
My eyes lift to his. “I need you, Zayne.”
He rips his shirt off as I unbutton and unzip his pants. I help him out of them, wincing from the pain coursing through my injured hand.
“I’ve got it.” He grabs my hand, lightly kissing the knuckles as he pushes his pants to his knees. He releases it and pushes his boxers down, his hard cock springing free. I reach for it, but he stops me.
“Nope. You’re right-handed, so no stroking me tonight.” He shifts, tugging his pants off one leg, before doing the same with the other.
I bask in the sight of his naked body, swallowing hard at the sight of his cock. He laughs before he reaches behind me and begins tugging at my zipper. “It’s time for me to ogle you like you’re ogling me.”
“I’m not ogling you.”
He chuckles, pulling the tiny straps down my arms. Within seconds, he has the strapless bra undone before gesturing for me to lift my hips. “You’re definitely ogling me.”
“I’m admiring you.” He pulls my dress to my knees, and I lower my hips to the blankets, then lift my legs so he can take it off.
“Admiring, hell. You’re ogling.”
I feign indignation. “I’m not?—”
His lips claim mine, shutting me up. His warm chest covers mine as he lowers me to the blankets. “Stop arguing with me.” His lips twitch as he fights his smile. “I’m always right.”
“You’re not—ohhhh.” He rubs his cock against my soaked pussy. “So good.”
He reaches his hand between us, rubbing the head of his cock against my clit.
I widen my legs, wanting more.
“Zayne…” my back peels from the blankets as my head spins from the sensations coursing through my body.
“I need to grab a condom?—”
I grab him before he can move. My cheeks flush as I stammer out the words. “My mom took me to the doctor. I’m on the pill.”
Zayne arches a brow. “How long?”
“Two weeks ago.”
His voice is low and raspy. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’ve never wanted anything more than to feel you inside me with nothing between us.”
His lips crash against mine again, and the way he rubs the head of his cock against my clit works me into a frenzy. He lines his cock up with my entrance, so much love shining down at me in those dark eyes.
My hands slide to his ass, pulling him inside me, gasping at how full I am and the momentary pain that shoots through me. I don’t have any experience with a man’s dick other than his, but I have watched porn to learn a few things. Zayne rivals those guys in size.
“Jesus, Delaney.” He’s both concerned and insanely turned on as he stares down at me with a raw, hungry look. “You okay?”
“Never better.”
He begins moving, and I moan. I lose all inhibitions as I arch my hips, my hands on his ass, pulling him deeper inside me.
“Goddamn. My horny little minx.” He thrusts harder, staring down at me. “I’m gonna fill you up with so much cum.”
His dirty words make me wetter. “I want it. Every single drop.”
“Fuck.” He moves faster, going as deep as he can. The mix of pain and pleasure sends white-hot currents of electricity spiraling through me.
“Fuck me harder. Make me come all over your cock.”
“Jesus.” His warm breath heats my skin as he pants over me. “You’re my good fucking girl, taking me so deep.”
“Yess….” I whimper, my nails digging into his back as I pant into his face. “That’s it. Right there.” I gasp as he hits a spot inside me that makes my body jolt. “More.” My mouth falls open as he thrusts a few more times, my body quivering beneath his as I detonate.
“That’s my good girl. Coming all over my cock.” He keeps thrusting through my orgasm, and I’m overwrought by the pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Keep taking my cock.” He slows down, his dick still hitting deep inside me. “I’m gonna come inside you.”
Zayne pounds into me a few more times before thrusting deep, his warm cum filling me. I arch my hips, eager for every drop.
He collapses against me, his skin sweaty and his breathing heavy and uneven. I pant with him, my heart beating in time with his, clinging to the guy who owns my heart. He consumes me so completely I don’t think I’ll ever get it back. Not that I want to.
He lifts onto one elbow, his fingers pushing the hair from my face.
“I love you,” we say in unison, cheesy smiles stretching across our lips.
I’ve fallen so hard for him, and I never want to stop loving this man.