CHAPTER EIGHT
DEX
Zinzi worked at my cramped kitchen table with my roommates giving them utter hell for not keeping up with her brain. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I’d never thought that seeing her take on two of the biggest bad asses—and Nelson definitely qualified after he barely flinched during the twins’ torture, at least in my books—would do it for me, but there was no denying that seeing Zin sass out a foreign lord and a mafia heir boiled my blood.
Falcon pointed something out that stalled my girl for a moment. I pretended to work on my fake case as catch up work while I creeper-peeked at her over my laptop screen, waiting on her reaction. I wasn’t the only one. Falcon had baited her, waited to see if she would arc up—still a fail in his eyes—or crumble under pressure. Nelson appeared poised to jump in and take the brunt of Falcon’s pending outburst, whatever trap he thought he’d set for my girl.
Tension built in my spine, but I forced myself to relax. Zin could handle herself with these two. It was why I’d set her up with them int he first place—so that she had someone, or two someones—to watch her back while I was out of commission, thanks to Beau’s fucked up version of fun.
And they'd done an admirable job, getting under her skin and weaseling their way into her classes so she never had to walk anywhere on her own, regardless of if the sun was up or not.
Zin didn’t disappoint, either. She twirled her pencil in her hand, reaching out to flick Falcon’s notes over and scribbled something on the back. He stared at whatever she had written for a second, then let out a bark of a laugh. She flipped him off.
He ruffled her hair.
I stared.
Nelson settled back in his seat with a smarmy grin on his face like all was motherfucking well with the world, and it was because of him when, as far as I could tell, the bow tie twirling dick hadn’t done a single damn thing.
I doubted Zinzi had any idea that simple, sassy motion would have earned anyone else a quick double tap and a pair of matching new breathing holes in their forehead from the handgun that lived in Falcon’s silk wool blend suit jacket he’d hung carelessly over the back of his chair. Nor did I have any intention of telling her.
Still, I was proud of her for coming out of her shell and socializing in a situation that wasn't exactly her pick of friendship groups. From what Nelson told me they’d effectively butted her roomie out of her group project, and seconded Zin away. Not that she’d put up that much of a fight the way my boys told the tale.
My hand flexed inside the plasticky sheath that held my pinky in place. My ribs were declared successfully knitted together the week before, though fragile after a follow up x-ray, and my hand was close to coming out from its temporary cast. Everything still ached, but what hurt most was my heart. Call me lovelorn, depressed, what the fuck ever. I didn’t care. What I wanted—or who—was the girl seated at our shitty little table that only just fit the three of us. Not the five we’d suddenly become.
I mulled on that, knowing the tiny dorm room Nelson and Falcon shared with me wasn’t the right size any longer. Hell, we’d known that for a while. And we could have afforded better, every one of us, but we had chosen this existence because until recently, it kept us all off the radar.
At least, that had been the hope. Not hiding, exactly, just keeping a low profile.
Apparently, those days were over.
Well and truly over, as a faint knock that preceded Bella, Falcon's blonde, pretty girlfriend who he’d brought back with him from his beach town getaway, walked into our dorm room, towing a lithe young man behind her that seemed to be about Falcon’s age.
“Rose, this is Zin, Nelson and D– Dex,” she stuttered my name out, sliding her arms around Falcon’s waist while still clinging to Rose’s hand.
The heroin chic man with sallow skin and dark hair looked like he’d stepped straight out of a European fashion magazine, and seemed twice as uncomfortable as any of us in the cramped space.
I raised both eyebrows at his look and the way Bella clung to him and Falcon. Zin twisted in her seat to meet my eyes, a question of her own in her dipped brow. I shrugged, then nodded when Falcon kissed Bella first, then turned his head and found Rose’s lips with his own. The lithe man melted at the mafia prince’s attention, folding into his chest and making indecent sounds.
“Two guesses where this is headed.” I shoved my laptop aside, holding out my hand.
Zin didn’t ask questions as she gripped the edge of my cast gently, throwing a red-faced Nelson an apologetic look and followed me into my bedroom where I kicked the door shut behind her.
“That was…phew.” Zin fanned her face, scanning my room.
She had flat out refused to enter my space since she’d started visiting me in my dorm under duress. I hadn’t pushed the issue, but now that she was here….
“Zin,” I murmured, leaning past her to flick the lock on my door, not wanting interruptions, but she wasn’t watching me.
Her gaze soaked in my desk, the dark wood bed with its black cover, black pillows, black throw. Everything was cotton or wool because I fucking hated silky shit near my skin, unless it was attached to Zin’s. The walls were painted black. I’d done that myself in my first year, shortly after I met her. The carpet was hidden beneath a plush black rug that ran the exact dimensions of the room, edge to edge. No other color entered the room, not through the thick, black drapes, apart from the thin sliver of light that slipped in because I hadn't sealed them in full.
Her sharp intake left me with one hand on her waist.
“Are you okay?”
“Funny time to discover I might be claustrophobic,” she muttered.
“Need air?”
She nodded. I crossed the room and flung the window wide, but she put a hand on my arm when I went to throw the curtains open.
“Leave them,” she whispered. “I don’t want to destroy your space. That's why I didn’t come in here in the first place.”
I turned back to her and found her close. Really fucking close. Enough that my body brushed hers as I completed my revolution, standing chest to chest with her. One of the things I loved about Zin was that she was tall enough that I only had to dip my head to kiss her.
My hands landed on her waist, and I squeezed gently, cast and all. “I thought you didn’t want to come in here because you thought we’d spend all our time fucking.,” I growled, leaning in to reduce her air, stealing some of her sweet breath for myself.
Fuck, we hadn’t been intimate for weeks, and having her this close was death.
Intoxicating.
“That, too,” she acknowledged, swaying in my hold.
I swallowed hard. “You gonna let me kiss you?”
A slight huff escaped her lips. “At least you don't smell like blood and spew this time.”
A grimace twisted my lips. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you.” But I didn’t want anyone else.
Her hand came up and slapped my chest. My grimace became a wince. She shook her head.
“Don’t you dare fake me, Dex Breaker. I was there when the doctor declared you fit. Not to fight but for…other things.” She looked up at me through her lashes.
Thick lashes that curled at the ends. The last time she looked at me like that, it was with my cock stuffed down her throat.
Hell, if that wasn’t an invitation, I didn’t know what qualified.
“Zin?” I let her name hang between us for a full second before her eyes drifted shut and her head tipped back.
I squeezed her waist tight, ignored the ache that shot through my hand and pulled her flush into me, slamming my mouth over hers. The sound that ripped from her the moment our lips touched was hot and feral and everything I fucking needed. Jerking myself off each night with my left hand to the vision of her on her back beneath me was nowhere near close enough to the real thing.
Hell, I’ve missed you, sweetness.
I didn’t know if those words came out of my mouth or simply echoed around my head, but they were loud and clear between my ears anyway. Having her in my arms as I plunged my tongue into her mouth like I was eating her pussy while she moaned worse than Falcon’s extra little playmate?
That hit all the right notes.
I let out a groan of my own when I tried to lift her and couldn’t because of the suffocating pressure that encased my lungs. Her hand slapping my chest added to the pain. I released her, swearing up a storm.
“I’m fucking useless.”
“Yeah, because of some stupid bet or whatever that you made. Shut up, I don’t want to hear it. Sit.” She pointed to my bed, reaching for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head.
“No bra,” I muttered when the expanse of her perfect, soft skin and dusky nipples filled my line of sight. “No panties, too?” I asked, hopefully.
She gave my chest another push. “Lie down, Dex.”
I sat, more from her momentum than anything else, and kicked off my boots as she did the same and peeled her jeans from her body.
Nope, no panties.
My mouth dried. “How long have you not been wearing underwear to my place?”
She smirked. “Every single day, Dex. Does that visual do it for you?” She grabbed my jeans at the knees when I struggled and pulled them down, leaving me in my socks and jocks.
“Yeah. Everything about you does it for me. Fuck.” I let my head fall back onto my pillow when her hand coasted over my dick. She rubbed me through the soft cotton and squeezed hard, then added her mouth to the combination, breathing hot air onto my balls. “Christ, girl. You’re gonna kill me.”
“Mmm. Maybe that’s the goal.”
My jocks disappeared. A naked Zin straddled me, rubbing her glorious bald pussy over my leaking dick. “Fuck, you’re wet. Being in control is new for you, huh?”
I always led in our interactions. It never hit me that she might want to dominate, but today was the day I let that switch happen.
Zin’s sexy as fuck smile left me groaning as she glided her soaked pussy lips over my dick and back again. Her fingers worked her clit in light circles. “I know you like to watch. So watch.”
We’d made a game of masturbating in front of each other one night, both of us drunk as hell in our first year as fuck buddies. I learned that night she could come from nipple stimulation alone, and that four of her fingers could fit in her own pussy, but that without rubbing her clit she wouldn’t get off from the penetration alone, at least, not if I wasn’t buried deep inside her.
And she learned that she loved me coming on her. The taint made us both feel dirty as hell. We fucked for hours afterward, both of us smeared in my cum and insane with lust for each other.
That last factor never really abated. Just like now.
I held myself still—in part to reduce the pain when I breathed, laid out on my back, an action that still ached in the wrong position, and partly because I knew that was what she needed today. To be in control and for me to keep my hands off her, at least for now.
Let her play.
Her fingers dipped, alternating between rubbing her clit and seeking out the beads of precum that leaked from the tip of my dick. I released a repressed groan as she teased me.
“How long do you expect me to hold out?” I asked quietly. “Because watching you touch yourself and me while you’re riding me…”
I wanted to close my eyes and just feel her, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the pleasure written across her face, the way her pert breasts, not too big, sat high. I risked trailing my hands along her thighs, keeping away from her pussy. She let me, watching with hooded eyes as her breath came faster. I reached for her breasts, tracing circles around her darkened areolas, until her breasts grew heavier in my hands. Her pants came faster and she rocked her hips in time with my touch.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Come for me, sweetness. Flood me with your cream. You gonna lap it up for me later, or leave me sticky with your mess?” I liked both options, but I knew talking dirty would get her there faster.
Her breath hitched and I drew my fingers across her nipples lightly, not offering any pinches or pain, just stroked down her engorged, over sensitized flesh.
Zin came, shuddering and gushing and messy as fuck all over my cock, and I wasn’t even inside her yet. Her thighs trembled and her pretty mouth opened just wide enough that I knew if I flipped her, my dick would sink right to the back of my throat.
I knew this girl, exactly how her body worked, and I loved every inch of her.
Not letting my needs take over I kept circling my fingertips lightly around her nipples, knowing she’d come again fast from here. It only took one orgasm and she was ready to go again and again. With Zin, the key was to not stop. Her hips knew the program, still rocking on my length. I nudged my knees up, and it was an easy slide inside her tight, but swollen, drenched hole.
Her moan reverberated off my black room walls. I prayed her voice soaked into my dorm room for good, willing the echoes of her orgasm to imprint on my brain so I could hear her over again later. Her pussy walls clenched down on my again and again as I teased her nipples while her body did the rest, sliding all the way down on my thick length until her bare pussy lips rested against my waxed balls.
“Look how well you take me,” I whispered, gently pinching her nipples. “Split open and stretched so well, like you’ll let me ruin you forever. Ride me Zin,” I begged, my ego not inflated enough to prevent my asking her to take us home.
Dozy, lust-fucked eyes framed with thick, curly lashes met mine as she nodded.
Zin followed the command I knew she wanted anyway as I held onto her nipples, milking her as she started to climax again, using my pincer grip to bring her slamming back down onto my dick. Her shattered scream choked in her throat. My balls drew up but I willed the orgasm back, and by some miracle, it worked.
“Once more,” I murmured, though I wasn’t sure she heard me.
Her thighs trembled beautifully as she rode me, her body shaking with the force of each thrust I met her with, each tremor a mini orgasm of its own. She milked my dick with her perfect hot, soaked pussy the way I milked her nipples.
When her pink tongue slipped out of her mouth, the thinnest bead of saliva dripped from the tip to land on the place where my dick met her pussy. My next thrust pushed the glossy bead inside her, and I came with a shout. Pain and pleasure mingled with the force of my climax as I filled her, pumping her with enough cum that I coated her pussy lips with a few extra thrusts.
My hands slapped down onto her hips, needing her not to clean up and keep her marked with my fluids for a while longer.
“Don’t move, sweetness,” I muttered. “Stay here with me.”
She let me wrap my arms around her, nestling into the crook of my neck like that was exactly where she was meant to be.
And for a short period, until she slithered off my body and left me aching for her again, we both knew it.