Chapter 21 #2
I’d had dreams, nightmares, fantasies about doing exactly this.
But the reality was better than anything I’d ever imagined.
Beneath me, Zoey opened her thighs, and I wasted no time settling between them.
The wet heat of her sweet cunt seared my stomach.
On a groan, I pumped my hips reflexively, thrusting my swollen cock into the mattress.
“Oh God, Gage!”
Her breathless cry made my head spin. I shifted my attention to her other breast, and we both bucked, desperately searching for the friction.
I released her nipple with a pop.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” she predicted on a moan. “Death by orgasm. I’ll be a case study. Science will study me.”
“Sweetheart, I’m just getting started,” I warned.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said before she wrapped a leg around me and rolled.
It was more of an uncontrolled flail, and I heard something crash to the floor.
I let her control the motion and found myself flat on my back with her straddling me.
She looked better than every carnal fantasy I’d ever had in my entire life. “It’s my turn to play.”
“I have no issue with that,” I assured her.
I might have been fine with it, but I sure as hell wasn’t ready for it. She slid down my body, her breasts burning a path down my chest, across my abs, to my thighs.
“Go slow,” I hissed.
But Zoey played by her own rules. That smart mouth curved just before whispering, “No.” Then it closed over the crown of my cock, and I lost my grip on reality.
She teased me, tortured me with flicks of her tongue around the head and down the shaft, one hand cupping my balls, the other gripping the base of my erection.
With a wicked gleam in those green eyes, she took me to the back of her throat. There was nothing slow about the slick glide of her mouth. “Jesus fuck!” I hissed, hands fisting in the comforter. I was fairly certain these were the last few moments of my life, and I had no regrets.
She slanted over me again and again, adding long, hard strokes with her hand. My balls were churning with the need to release my seed. There was no way I could hang on any longer.
Playtime was over. I jackknifed up and grabbed her under the arms.
She let out a little whine, which stopped the second I pinned her to the mattress.
Blindly, I reached out and yanked the drawer out of my nightstand.
It crashed to the floor but thankfully not before I got my hand on the box of condoms. “I’ll fix that later,” I said as I shredded the box with one hand.
Where the fuck was my finesse? I was ham-handing a box of condoms like a bear with a picnic basket. One look at Zoey sprawled naked beneath me and I knew I was more beast than man.
She snatched the roll of condoms from me, ripping the first one open and throwing the rest across the bed like Mardi Gras beads.
“I can’t take any more foreplay or I’ll die,” she announced.
“I’m good with that. Jesus, woman!” I barked as she grabbed my erection.
“I knew you were nicely endowed thanks to the whole sports bra debacle, but I didn’t know just how nicely endowed,” she said conversationally as she rolled the condom down my length.
“I mean, I was expecting a pleasant penis surprise and ended up with a cliché ‘you might be too big to fit in here’ situation. But I’m game if you are. ”
“You’re fucking adorable,” I breathed as I hiked her hips up and lined myself up at her entrance. “And you’re sexy as hell.”
I notched the crown of my cock in place, and she greedily accepted the first inch. Her head fell back against the pillow. “Wait wait wait. Are you sure?”
I dropped my forehead to hers. “You’re asking me if I’m sure?”
“You’re the one with the whole wife and kids fantasy. What if we do this and you get hypnotized by my sexy as hell vagina and decide to throw away all your dreams?”
“Do you honestly think no matter what happens that I’m not going to be thinking about what we’ve already done for the next decade or two? Is a few more inches gonna make a difference?”
She wriggled against me. “I sure fucking hope it does.”
“You know what I mean. Whether we have sex or not, every time I see you from now on, I’m going to be thinking about how you tasted on my tongue when you came.”
“Okay. Fine. I can live with destroying all your future dreams. Just fuck me already,” she said and dug her heels into my ass.
Without preamble, I thrust home into her tight, wet heat.
“Ohmygod. Huge mistake. Huge awesome mistake,” she said, writhing beneath me.
My jaw was clenched tight as I pulled out every trick in my playbook not to come right then and there. “Need you to relax.” I gritted out the words. Sweat dotted my forehead from the effort not to pull out and slam myself back into her body’s slick grasp.
“Relax?” she repeated, her voice a full octave higher.
“You don’t have all of me yet.”
“That’s not something that a man says during real-life sex. That’s romance-novel sex.”
“Yeah, well, get used to it. Literally, Zoey. Get used to my dick so I can give you the rest of it.”
She spasmed around me. “This dirty-talking side of you is unexpected and very appreciated.”
“Fuck it,” I growled, pulling almost all the way out.
“Hey! No one likes a quitter—”
Her teasing insult cut off when I drove back into her and held there until her body accepted all of me.
“Gah!” she groaned. “Oh, that’s good. Really good.”
It wasn’t good. It was fucking heaven. It was everything.
Her nails raked my shoulders, hips grinding against me, and I began to piston into her.
My consciousness slipped away, all logical thoughts tumbling out of my head, leaving me with nothing but sensation and need.
I was meant to do this. I was meant to bring her pleasure.
I was meant to take my own from what she offered.
We set a frantic pace, my wild drives moving us across the mattress. Zoey threw her arm out, and I vaguely registered a distant thump, but nothing was as urgent as the need to make her come again. To feel her sweet cunt tighten around my cock. To empty myself into her.
My cock throbbed, balls tightened to the point of pain. Every breath was agony as I chased the pleasure we both needed.
“Gage!” she cried.
“Zoey.” Her name was an oath, a prayer, a threat.
And then she was closing around me, going impossibly tighter, her body tensing under mine.
“Zoey,” I bellowed as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her, dragging me under with it.
The scorching-hot jet of my release felt like fire as it erupted from me.
Volcanic. Violent. Her climax fed mine, making me mindless in the face of pleasure.
I used the tremors of her body to ride out the rest of my release before collapsing, spent, hollow, and sated on top of her.
Fuck. I knew it was going to be like this. From the first second I saw her, I knew I’d never experienced anything like Zoey Moody.
A few minutes, possibly an hour of euphoria later, a rhythmic clapping brought me back into my body.
“Are you slow clapping me right now?” I murmured against her neck.
“I’m slow clapping us. That was a spectacular performance on both our parts,” she said.
I was still on top of her, and my brain was working enough for me to have concerns about suffocating her.
But if I rolled off her, I had a feeling she’d make a break for it.
She had runner written all over her, and I didn’t want her to leave.
Regretfully, I managed to roll to my side.
I was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t immediately launch herself off the mattress, which by my calculations was at a forty-five-degree angle to the headboard.
“Water,” Zoey announced decisively. Her hair was a wild mess of curls cascading over my pillow, my shoulder. I wanted it to stay there. I wanted her to stay.
I tore my gaze away from her hair. “What?” I was having trouble focusing on anything other than what had just happened between us. I didn’t know how to play it cool, how to pretend it hadn’t altered my entire being.
“Water,” she said, sitting up. “And snacks.”
“You’re staying?”
“See? That’s the kind of question that can get you in trouble with your future wifey. But I’m just here for the dick and the snacks.”
“And the destruction,” I noted.
My discarded clothing littered the floor. On one side of the crooked mattress, the nightstand had exploded, its drawer and contents strewn across the carpet. On the other, a lamp had crashed to the floor and lost its shade. There was only one pillow left on the bed.
I took a medium amount of joy in pulling it out from under Zoey’s head to stuff under mine. “Since I’m not trying to marry you, you can get your own snacks.”
She grinned at me, a full-on delighted smile. “Now you’re getting the hang of it.”