Chapter 8
eight
T he alcohol I downed at the bar feels entirely out of my system. And being alone lets everything settle in. I blow against the hair sticking to my forehead, partially blocking my view. I must look like a disaster, skin still splotchy red with sweat drying, and thighs still slick with my cum. I feel disgusting and dirty. A shower sounds amazing and extremely necessary.
A hollow slap and grunt break through the constant stream of water. I’m astonished when I feel the pulse start up again in my core. How can my body possibly think we can handle more? My mind drifts, imagining Zach in the shower, steam pooling all around. His hand is flat against the tile while the water streams down his carved body as he fucks his hand hard because he’s pissed. He got so close to the finish line before I called it quits.
My ass is off the mattress, feet flying across the cold wood floors and into the bathroom, before I can change my mind. I’m worried he’ll finish before I can make it inside.
“Stop!” I call out, stepping through the fogged glass.
He’s exactly as I’d imagined, one hand on the wall, the other out of sight. His back is to me, rigid and stock-still.
“I want it,” I say quietly, the water washing out my voice. When he doesn’t turn, I steal my spine, owning the moment. “Zach, I want you to fuck me.” This time, the volume echoes off the stone tiles.
He’s on me in two quick beats of my heart. His hand tanging in the hair at the nape of my neck. He angles my head back to ravage my mouth. It’s the roughest he’s been tonight and exactly what I need now. No thoughts, all feeling.
He uses his hand in my hair to walk me backward and cushion my head from smacking into the wall the same way my body does with his shoving into me.
“You’re sure?” he manages to ask between leaving kisses across my chin and down my chest. His lips capture my nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
“Gods, yes. Please, fuck me.”
“Finally,” he growls.
His strong hand hikes my leg up, resting the backside of my knee in the cradle of his arm. I jolt out, gripping onto his shoulders to steady myself.
“Grab my cock, baby. I got you.”
Hesitant, I let go of his shoulders with one hand, reaching between us. I let my fingers drag down his flexing abs. It’s the first time I’ve had free range to explore his body the same way he did mine. I want to take my time, but I run out of room. His cock’s at my fingertips.
Grabbing him tightly, I slide my hand down the velvet soft skin. He’s trimmed, making it seem to go on forever until my hand hits the base.
I’m still not convinced I can take the entire thing, but now I’m more than willing to try.
“Notch me at your entrance. Yeah, just like that, baby. Good girl.”
His hips surge forward, shoving his cock deep inside. A scream rips from my lips, and my nails dig into his skin.
“Shh, baby. You’re okay. You’re taking me so well. Look down and watch your greedy pussy swallow my cock.”
The filth streaming out of his lips doesn’t help the sensation of being split in half by his massive dick. I rise onto my tip toes, trying to alleviate the pinch I feel every time he hits my cervix.
He must see the discomfort in my contorted face because he pulls out.
“Wait!” I whine, not realizing how empty having him completely gone would make me feel.
“Now, she’s desperate for me. I like the sound of your cry, baby. But don’t worry, I’m just changing positions so you can control how much you take.”
He spins us, sitting his ass on the small stone bench built into the side of the custom shower. “Climb on and take what you want, baby. I’m yours to use.”
I like the sound of that. I climb into his lap, knees on either side of his thick thighs, hands gripping back onto his shoulders to steady myself. His hand holds the base, giving me the perfect angle to slide down.
“There you go, work yourself up and down. Adjust to me before you take more.”
I follow what he says and get lost in the feel of him inside me. With me in control, it’s all pleasure. My thighs burn from using my muscles to control the achingly slow exploratory pace.
Zach watches intently, eyes scanning from where we’re joined, to my breasts bouncing, then to my eyes that are also taking everything in. His grip tightens on my waist, and it’s then that I realize he’s sucking in steadying breaths because I’m seated all the way on his cock.
“Baby, I need you to move. You’re killing me here.”
But I don’t listen. This man had me writhing like a bitch in heat under his mouth. I keep my pace slow, even though it’s killing me just the same. I want to move faster, feel the stretch, and pull as he bottoms out time and time again. But like he said earlier, the wait makes it all the sweeter.
“Koda,” he snarls.
“No, you said take what I want. So, I think I’ll ride you nice and slow. Now, fucking sit there and let me make you come. But while you’re enjoying finally getting between my legs, make yourself extra useful and play with my clit.”
I lose myself when his lips crash into me, desperately seeking entrance. The tangle of our tongues matches our bodies' sensual dance. My hips swivel and grind against his cock, tightening my core as I rock back and forth. The feeling alone has my orgasm waiting in the wings, but when his fingers circle my clit, I’m a goner.
I tear my lips away from his. Screaming at the top of my lungs as my orgasm rocks through my body and I clench around his cock. The shockwaves still roll through me, but Zach pulls me off his lap, depositing me to my knees on the shower floor, and I sink down. His hand glides up and down his length roughly until a deep rumble builds in his chest. Hot spurts of cum run down my face. I stick out my tongue, eager to taste his release that lands there.
“You’re fucking perfect, baby,” he says in quiet disbelief.
Running my fingers through the cum on my cheeks and chest, I pop them into my mouth and suck them clean. Pushing off my feet, I rise to my knees, licking a line up the underside of his cock, cleaning the last of his cum from his softening dick.
His hands reach under my armpits to haul me into him. His kiss is slow and deep. When he finally pulls away, he steps back into the stream of water, quickly rising away any last evidence of our time together.
“Stay and finish your shower while I clean up,” he says sleepily.
I’m thankful the water still runs warm enough to wash my hair and body. The shower fills with Zach’s scents, and I know it will cling to my skin until my next shower.
The bathroom is cold when I step out, but when I pull a fluffy white towel from the bar, it’s warm. Rich people. I laugh to myself, running the soft fabric over my body to dry off.
Coming out of the bathroom, I spy Zach lounging against the headboard, black briefs stretched tight across his toned thighs and a new sheet on the mattress, sans wet spot.
“I left you a shirt.” He nods, and my eyes cast in the direction.
The fabric is soft and worn when I pull it over my head. It hangs to my upper thighs, filled out from my curves and long torso. Looking down, I see what shirt it is and crack a smile.
“You still have this?” I laugh.
“Of course! Do you remember that Christmas vacation?” he asks, patting the spot in the bed beside him.
I skip over, throwing myself onto the mattress and into his side. “How could I forget. Two of us with broken bones, one with a chipped tooth, and the other hauled away by the police. We were quite the scene for a bunch of fourteen-year-olds.”
We reminisce about Christmas vacations past, and I fall asleep somewhere in the middle of a story about Zach and Luke decorating all the taxidermy animals in the town lodge.