Chapter 7
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T he fullness I’d been begging for early unexpectedly drives inside my pussy. I cry out, my head thrashing against the pillow, my blonde hair a sweaty tangled mess.
“That’s a good girl. Take my fingers now, so you can take my cock later.”
Zach slips back down my body, kneeling between my open thighs. He fucks into me with his fingers, curling them to rub against a place I’ve only experienced with an inanimate object.
“Holy fucking, sweet, Jesus Christ.” Falls from my lips when his other hand stops gripping his cock to land just above my pubic bone. He shoves down; the combination from inside and out is almost enough to send me.
The sound of saliva dripping from his mouth and landing against my skin is more erotic at this moment than the riddle of nonsensical pleas begging for reprieve.
“Rub your clit,” he instructs.
But I know if I touch myself, I’ll explode. The thought of another mind-blowing orgasm so soon has me saying, “No, Zach. I can’t. It’s too much,” in distress.
“You can. You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
I must be possessed because his encouragement moves my fingers south against my better judgment. My clit sparks life when my fingers make contact rubbing the swollen nub. They glide smoothly against my skin from the mix of my arousal and his spit.
“Are you ready?”
I hear the buzzing of his question, but the words don’t process. My focus is solely on the ensemble of hands on my core. His speed changes, my fingers matching their frequency. There’s a moment of blinding pleasure that snaps through my body and then a pressure I’ve never experienced before.
“That’a girl. Fuck, look at you soaking my hand and sheets.”
Then I feel it. “Did I just?” I squeak out, mortified.
“Squirt all over me?” Fuck yeah, you did.”
My hands slap against my face, covering my eyes and burning cheeks. “Oh my god.”
His soft laughter only makes me cringe into myself further. I’ve never done that before. Shit, I didn’t even know I could do it. I thought squirting was left to the porn stars and influencers turned OF millionaires.
“Will you stop?” His rough hands pry mine from my face. “Do you understand how fucking hot that was to watch? I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and honestly, if you’re still not ready to fuck, I’m going to need to go take care of this in the shower.”
“Who the fuck are you?” I murmur in disbelief, wondering if he’s this sex god with every woman he falls into bed with.
“Just a man, finally living out his high school spank bank dreams.”
“Shut the hell up.” My face cracks, and I finally relax, releasing the tension of my embarrassment. “You were never into me when we were younger.”
His fingers tighten around my wrists, yanking my arms up over my head and down into the pillows. “Not into you?” He scoffs. “Luke has been breaking my balls over my friend zone status for years.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“I was going through my awkward puberty stage and extremely nervous around girls in general, but around you, it was like my brain always picked the wrong thing to say on purpose. Then by the time I worked through that, found my confidence, by growing into my body, you were dating Chad.” He rolls his eyes, and then they turn wicked.
His hips shift, reminding me that his cock, is still very much between my legs, resting against my core and rock hard. It twitches, and my eyes grow wide.
“Did you just flex your cock at me?”
“He wants your attention, too.”
Zach’s obviously more invested tonight than I ever imagined. I’m fresh out of a long-term relationship. I don’t want to insult what we’re doing by calling this a rebound, but I’m not looking to jump into anything serious right now. My chest tightens, watching the way he’s taking me in. His eyes are blown out with desire and lust, even though he’s spent the last hour focusing all his attention on me.
I look away, avoiding his intense stare. “Zach, I—I don’t—I’m just.” I huff in irritation, unable to wrap my tongue around the sentence I’m trying to spit out.
“Baby, look at me.” His tone is so sweet and soothing.
I shift them from the wall across the room back to him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, I’m not.” His lips fall to mine, searing but gentle. “But I’m going to take care of this in the shower.” He pulls back, winking as he slides off the mattress. “Stay. It’s too late to head back to your place.” He calls over his shoulder.
I watch his perfect ass disappear into the attached bathroom. He doesn’t bother closing the door, and the patter of water quickly follows.