19. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SASHA
I couldn’t stand up. Zeke didn’t mean to hurt me, but I just wasn’t quick enough, and now my ass was sore as I laid on my back in the middle of the lounge room slash gym. Thank god my wrist had recovered otherwise I’d be in pain again.
Zeke stood over my almost lifeless body and grinned. “You realize you were supposed to duck when I swung my arm? I thought you got the hang of this already.”
“So did I, but I tripped on my bra that I’d dropped on the floor last night,” I reminded him. “Playing quizzes in the nude was not my idea.”
“No, it was mine.” He reached out his hand to help me to my feet. I groaned when he pulled me up and I felt the rest of my muscles tighten. “Besides, we weren’t naked at first. You just weren’t good at the game.”
“We were supposed to take off an item of clothing for every wrong answer.”
“Yeah, so?”
“You chose the topic of engineering.” I lightly punched him on the arm. “Of course, I was going to lose.” My back cracked when I leaned to the front and stretched behind me again. “Ugh. That’s better.”
“Come on, Sash,” Zeke laughed. “You know you would have been naked on the floor even if you did win.” He glanced around the room like he was searching for something. “Now I know you left your panties here too somewhere. Better find them before you trip again.”
My body ached and the muscles spasmed. I was in need of some therapeutic massage. Zeke spent the last two months teaching me some fighting moves. I almost knocked him onto the ground with a sweep of my leg. Almost.
“You’re getting better,” Zeke praised. He walked away to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of cold water from the fridge. “Here, take this.”
“Do you think I can kick your ass now?”
A wholesome smile lit up his face. “I’ve had years of training, baby. You’ve still got a long way to go.”
We each spun the lids off our bottles and sculled the cool liquids down. I glanced outside and watched the snow frost up the window.
“We should shower and get rid of the sweat,” Zeke said after placing his bottle on the side table. “Don’t want you getting sick.”
“Didn’t someone tell me that you couldn’t get sick that way, but your immunity could be compromised and you’d easily catch something if you were next to someone who was sick?” I explained. “I wonder who said that. Wait. It was you.”
“You’re right,” Zeke said. “I just wanted an excuse to see you naked in the shower. So chop chop.” He launched at me and I ran, prompting him to chase me around the house.
I scurried off to the bedroom and turned around to wait for Zeke to catch up. He emerged from the hallway and leaned his hip to the side when he rested his arm against the doorframe.
“Phew.” Zeke wiped his forehead and let out exaggerated breaths. “You’re quick.”
“Gotta run faster than that to keep up with me.”
“We do have one problem though.” Zeke moved away from the door.
“What’s that?”
“Your clothes are still on.”
I smiled and took one step closer to him. “Question one,” I said, removing my sweatpants which probably now lived up to their name with the amount of perspiration I’d been having with the workout. “Who was the first person to land on the moon?”
“Natalia Armstrong,” Zeke replied. “Oh, wait. That’s not right. That was Neil. And he was a man.” Zeke grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing those delicious abs of his. “I guess I got it wrong.”
“Question two,” I offered. “An engineering question actually. Which company did the engineer work at who invented the first electronic camera?”
“Wait, I know this one.” Zeke’s smile disappeared. “Seriously, I do.” He watched with rapture as I dropped my panties to the floor. My lower half was bare to him. I slipped my finger through the folds and Zeke audibly gasped. “Who can think at a time like this?”
“Kodak was the correct answer for your information,” I replied. “For your third question. What do I taste like?”
“Right now you’re probably a mix of salty sweat and sweetness from the pineapples on our pizza last night, but your usual taste of ripe grape tomato.”
“Final question.” I slipped out my finger and offered it to him. “Wanna taste?”
Zeke hastily removed the rest of the clothes and ran up toward me then abruptly stopped. “Sure, but let’s shower first.”
I nodded and removed my t-shirt. “Good idea.”
We both ran into the ensuite bathroom, stark naked. Zeke pulled on the faucet and the cold water made me shriek. It took a while for the pipes to warm up because it was frozen outside. Zeke pushed me away from the flow and up against the tiles. Damn, those tiles were cold too but that didn’t bother me right then.
His mouth slammed onto mine and his tongue slithered past the seam of my lips and inside. Zeke gulped down my moan.
His hands found my spine and he followed it right down to the dip in my back, then he grasped my ass in his hands and tightened his fists.
I groaned again. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain but nothing I couldn’t handle.
“I can never get enough of you,” he whispered. I felt his mouth crash into my neck just before his teeth sunk into my shoulder. He kissed me everywhere he could. First, under my chin and down to my throat, sweeping his tongue across my skin. He loved my taste even after a good workout.
Zeke moved down my collarbone and captured my breast in his mouth. I grabbed his hair and pulled tight. He seemed to like it the last time I did that.
Zeke’s mouth continued its attack on me. By the time the water warmed up, Zeke went under the flow and droplets struck his back.
I felt one finger slip inside and then another at the same time his thumb found my bud. He knew the right spot to make me shudder under his command.
Zeke’s finger retreated and he broke the kiss, but his face remained close to mine. He brought his soaked digit up to my mouth. “Taste.”
I did as he asked; I placed my lips over his fingers and closed my eyes. Zeke then removed his hand and kissed my mouth, swirling his tongue around the inside.
“I was right,” he said. “You taste so good.”
Zeke dropped to his knees. The water continued to gush on his back. He encouraged my legs to spread wider and I eagerly opened them up for him.
The first sweep of his tongue made me dizzy and the second one I was going to faint. My body could barely stand up from the training. How the hell he thought I could hold myself with his tongue between my legs was beyond me.
The back of my head hit the tiles as I arched my spine. Zeke’s tongue danced across my clit, around and around and back and forth. He repeated flicking motions that I knew would send me over the edge of a cliff.
I clutched his hair and called out his name, “Zeke. Oh, fuck.”
He wouldn’t stop tasting me, not until I became a filthy mess.
When I reached that high, the heated light on the ceiling flashed against my eyes and the echo of my moans drowned out the sound of running water.
I caught my breath, managed to take some air before I wheezed it back out. Zeke spun me around and I lost my breath again. He pressed my body forward and my cheeks went flush against the tiles.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and cum on my dick, aren’t you, Sasha?”
“Yes,” I replied, but it didn’t sound right because my mouth was squished.
“I didn’t hear you.” His fingers scratched my skull and he tugged my head back. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my dick?”
“Yes,” I said, this time coherently. I felt the tightness in my neck from his pull.
“Good girl.” He bit down against my shoulder and I mewled. My mouth opened wide and I closed my eyes.
Zeke’s hands directed my legs wider. He pulled me back a little and then lifted my ass. He let go of my head and I used my arm to rest against it. Zeke’s dick slid in so easily. My slick pussy begged to be fucked.
“You’re still so tight,” he whispered, then slammed me from behind. “You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?”
“No.”
He rammed into me and pulled out, then slowly drove into me again. I loved the feeling of it. His cock hit the right spots and made me feel so full.
“Your ass is gorgeous.” His open palm slapped my right cheek and I recoiled. The pain stung but wasn’t severe. “Is that okay?” he asked. “Was it too hard for you?”
“No,” I mumbled. “More.”
We’d discussed doing this in the bedroom before. He was being such a gentleman checking in on me.
I begged again for another slap. “Harder.”
My head hit my bent elbow as he fucked me from behind. Zeke leaned forward a little and slipped a finger against my clit. Water splashed everywhere and sweat dripped down my back. My pussy ran wildly against Zeke’s cock and finger.
“Oh, fuck that feels good.”
“Your pussy is so eager for me,” he said. “You’re such a hungry little thing, aren’t you? Hungry for my cock.”
“Yes, Zeke.” I groaned. “I want you so bad.”
“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need to cum soon.” He stilled inside me briefly then continued to thrust. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Zeke wasn’t a selfish lover. He always made sure I was satisfied before him.
“Zeke,” I yelled and my body almost slipped down from my tremor.
As soon as he realized I came, a deep guttural moan echoed in the bathroom and the vibrations of his voice hit my back. “Fuck.” He panted and drew in hard breaths and released them again. When I straightened up, Zeke stayed inside of me and kissed my shoulder. “You’re an angel.”
His fingers released me and slipped over my stomach then remained at my hips. He turned me around and kissed me, my own flavor still on his lips.
“Good thing we’re already in the shower,” Zeke said. “Helps to wash all of the filth.”
I laughed. “Yes, we have been pretty dirty lately, right?”
Zeke relaxed and took a step back then submerged himself under the shower before dragging me with him.
Once we were clean, Zeke stepped out. I decided to stay inside a little longer until I was ready.
I grabbed a towel from the gunmetal rail, wrapped it around my chest and opened the bathroom door. Zeke’s voice was low outside the bedroom in the hall, but I heard him mid conversation, talking to someone else.
“I don’t care what it takes,” he urged. “Find her. Sasha shouldn’t have to live like this. We shouldn’t have to live like this. Hiding away. I don’t care. I’ll kill that bitch myself.” There was a slight pause before he said, “So what? You know how I feel about her. I’d die for Sasha. Just do it. Please.”
Zeke was clearly on his cell phone. He hung up with the person and walked back into the bedroom. I pretended to shuffle some of the clothes in the drawer and acted like I hadn’t heard the conversation.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded and smiled, turning my head toward him. “A little tired, but okay. You took all the energy out of me.”
“Gonna take a bit for me to recover as well.”
Zeke made me forget. The bad, the ugly, the betrayal. He reminded me what good was left in the world, and it was a good world because he was in it.
He was protecting me and keeping me safe.
It was about time I protected him.