Chapter 20
TWENTY
With a quick check the condom was secure, I fisted the base of my shaft in my fist and said, “Kiss my big cock and show it how much you appreciate it.”
My jaw fell open as Zoie rushed to obey—I’d expected more of a fight. Fire replaced the blood in my veins, and I gasped and braced myself with a hand atop her head as every muscle in my body went taut. I twined my fingers in the wet strands of her hair as I soaked in the glorious sight before me.
She’d spun around to sit on her knees, feet demurely tucked as she gave the knob a peck. Then, with a naughty gleam in her eye, she sucked me into her mouth hard enough my knees almost buckled and dumped me.
A glorious instant and then she blinked up at me as if awaiting instruction.
“Looks like someone’s finally learned her lesson,” I gritted out, and certain parts of my body launched a complaint as I extended a hand to help her to her feet instead of thrusting inside her hot mouth. Much of that and our fun would be cut short, and I’d been dreaming of taking her from behind for too long to settle for anything else. Blow jobs could come further down the road.
Careful. That sounds an awful lot like planning on a future.
“If being defeated feels this good,” Zoie said, accepting my hand and popping to her feet. “I’m switching to Team Go Ahead and Conquer Me.”
Then again, I couldn’t imagine not wanting to have as much sex with Zoie over this next month as possible, and that was before I’d properly fucked her. Watching her come apart had been my very favorite activity in our American Day, and a potent combination of lust and pride welled within me— I was the one who’d evoked that strong of a reaction, from a woman I’d already considered rather uninhibited.
I dipped my head and captured her lips with mine, running my tongue along the seam. “You want to be conquered?”
“Only at your hands, your majesty.” Her cheeks flushed pink, and she ducked her head, suddenly shy.
I caught her chin and forced her gaze to mine. “No need to hide, princess. This is one instance I’ll happily do your bidding, regardless of title.”
Switching my grip from her chin to her wrist, I spun her around and pinned her to the shower wall, my erection snugged up against her luscious arse. I readjusted, nudging her entrance with the head of my weeping cock, both of us groaning in wanton unison when I finally buried myself deep inside.
“This…” Zoie leveraged herself against the tile, pushing into me as our hips found the perfect push and pull rhythm. “It’s even better than I imagined. It’s not supposed to be this way between an Aries and a Taurus.”
“Says who?”
“The stars.”
I shrug a shoulder. “Guess I was born under a blue moon.”
“That’s not how that works,” she said, and I slid my hand over her hip and down her stomach to stroke her, finding her clit with my thumb. We could argue until our skin was blue from the cold, and we’d used up all our energy and oxygen discussing completely illogical things.
Or I could just show her.
“Bend over. Brace your hands on the wall.” Mere seconds ago, I’d claim I was as hard as possible. But once her pussy came into full view, all opened up for me, my dick strained as though it’d take the reins if I didn’t do something to relieve the situation myself.
“I didn’t let you fall last time, and I won’t let you fall this time.” I secured my hold on her thighs, as firm as my resolve to prove those charts didn’t apply to us, and drove into her again and again.
Our exultant cacophony of noises echoed against the tile, until the sounds, our bodies, and our pleasure were all that existed.
From this angle, I could thrust deeper and harder. It also made it easier to pound and piston into her until I found the spot that’d make her?—
“Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop.” Her walls clamped down on me.
“Take that stars,” I muttered, slamming into her tight cunt harder and harder.
“I do see stars,” Zoie singsonged, the awe in her voice causing my feelings about those luminous spheroids of plasma to flip-flop. “Graham, I… This is… Do you really have me, because my arms are about to give way. I’m not sure I can hold myself up if this orgasm building within me actually hits. I don’t normally have them from penetration.”
As if my ego weren’t inflated enough right now. No clever response formed, not with my baser self seated behind the wheel. “I’ve got you,” I promised between clenched teeth, my own release barreling down on me.
I banded my fingers tighter in the crease of her thighs as I thrust in, every inch from tip to hilt. “And I’m going to absolutely wreck you.”
My balls grazed her pretty pink cheeks, ten fingerprints leaving imprints of white. The slap, slap, slap of our skin drove me closer to the edge, my desire to remain inside her for longer thrashing in the deluge of pleasure.
With a cry and a keen that became my name, and she’s now come through penetration only with me . I rode out the shockwaves as she free-fell into bliss, providing the support I promised, super pleased with myself when her knees did sway.
The instant she stopped quaking, I let the tiny last thread on my restraint snap.
My release ripped through me, along with a grunt that started from the base of my balls and erupted from my throat.
Again and again, my hips continued to pump as I emptied every last drop.
As soon as I caught my breath, I turned Zoie in my arms to kiss the lips I couldn’t get enough of. I knot the end of the condom and lob it in the trashcan, and with a yank on the drain, I reached behind her to grab a towel. I wrapped it around her, nice and snug, ensuring she was safely out of the tub before snagging a towel for myself.
Moving from foot to head, I dried off like I typically did, only to feel Zoie’s eyes on me. I arched an eyebrow, and she simply grinned wider.
“Just admiring the view,” she said. “And your meticulous attention to detail—something that benefited me immensely today, so I promise that’s not a complaint.”
“Right back at you.” I slung the towel onto the rack to dry, snatched my briefs off the floor, and stepped into them. Funny how it felt like home for the first time since I’d arrived in California, and I was at someone else’s house.
Zoie’s house.
Panic prickled, raising the hair on my nape. I’d spent the entire day with her and found myself torn between enjoying and fretting about it.
I debated the best way to leave without it seeming like I was fleeing, even if the urge to do so hit me, but she snagged ahold of my arm and towed me into the living room. “Look.”
Miracle of miracles, Nova had crashed out on the couch, leaving the contents of Zoie’s living room safe for now.
I couldn’t say the same for myself, and I felt like a complete wanker when, rather than join in and agree, I said, “It’s late; I’d better get going.”