Chapter 14 #2
“Fuck yes, I do,” he rasps, dragging his eyes up my body.
They linger on my chest, where I know my nipples are tenting the thin fabric.
I shiver, despite the warm air, and can feel when they tighten further under his intent gaze.
“I have since the first fucking second I laid eyes on you, Princess. With your hand on my dick and that pretty mouth just waiting to be taken.”
The air whooshes out of my lungs in a rush at his filthy words. Holy shit.
“Fuck, the ways I’ve thought about what I’d like to do to you…
You’d be running out that fucking door,” he breathes, his eyes coming back to mine.
I’m a fucking mess. Wet and aching and good god I want to know what he’s got in mind.
I want him to tell me. To show me. “The things I want to do to that ass…”
My eyes widen and he smirks, just slightly. It sends a thrill through me. Does he mean…
“Yeah, Princess,” he rasps, that smirk still in place, as if reading my mind. I shiver again. “I want to fuck your ass. Goddamn, do I ever. Well, first I want to turn it red for tempting me the way you do…the way you have for fucking weeks. And then I want to fuck it.”
Blood roars through my ears, my breathing kicking up a notch. “Oh, fuck,” I barely manage to whisper.
“Yes,” he breathes back, tilting his head just slightly, that dark gleam in his eyes lighting me up from the inside out.
His fingers flex on the ledge again, his knuckles turning white with how hard he’s gripping there.
Barely holding on. “When I fuck you—because it’s not a point of if, but when—that’s exactly how it will be; I will fuck you, Lou.
Hard. And I won’t stop until you’re screaming as you come all over my cock. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
This Zach is dangerous. So fucking sexy and dangerous. Like something inside of him has snapped and is finally breaching the surface.
Gone is the sweet cinnamon roll girl dad, gone is the grumpy neighbor that communicates in grunts.
In their place is a man that I would happily let ruin me, if he wanted to.
I’ve never had a man speak to me like this…
probably because I’ve only ever been with immature fuckboys…
and damn if it’s not heady and filthy and just a touch terrifying.
What would it be like to be fucked like that?
By someone that knows what they’re doing?
I go a little weak just imagining it. Is that what being dickmatized is?
“No sassy remarks?” he teases, smirking just a little, and I realize I’ve been staring dumbly at him, my brain buffering to wrap around his words. “Did I finally shock that smart mouth of yours into silence?”
“Zach, if you wanted me quiet, there are other ways you could have achieved that.”
“Fuucckkk, Lou,” Zach groans low, pulling his bottom lip through his teeth sharply and rolling his head back across his shoulders. The way those straight, white teeth sink into the flesh of that lower lip makes me weak.
I want to bite that lip. I’ve been daydreaming about it for weeks.
He shifts on his feet, rolling his hips, and for the first time I let my gaze drop to his lap. The tented bulge behind the material of his sweatpants is…well…
Huge. I want to reach out and trace the outline of it. I want to cup it.
Fuck that. I want to taste it. I lick my lips.
“Louise,” he snaps to get my attention, his hips shifting again, but his hands never release that death grip he’s got on the counter edge behind him. We stare at each other, neither of us moving.
His chest is heaving, as is my own. I’m so wet I’m aching.
God, I want him.
“Yes.”
Confused, my head tilts just a bit, my brows drawing together. Huh?
I swear, if he clenches that jaw any tighter, he’s going to break a tooth. Zach exhales through his nose and then his mouth opens. Closes.
Then, he rasps, “Yes, Lou. I want you quiet.”
My eyebrows shoot up in the silence after his quiet, guttural statement. The words seem to be torn from him against his will.
Oh. Fuck. Yes.
I make sure to force back the victorious smile that’s threatening to break across my face, because he seems so fucking tortured over the admission.
The silent ask.
Stepping forward, I close the last of the distance between us. He hasn’t moved, and I suspect he won’t. The way those fingers are digging into the ledge at his hips… he’s fighting so hard.
Hooded blue eyes laser focus on mine, his breaths ragged.
Without taking my eyes off of his, I sink to my knees slowly, tilting my head back as I lower myself to the floor at his feet.
Just like that first time we’d met. His mouth drops open and I do let a little victory smile show then, which makes him groan on a dark laugh.
Like he’s remembering that first day, too.
Raising my hands, I flatten my palms on his hard, muscular thighs, smoothing them over the material of his sweats, sliding them up until my fingers can dig into the band at his hips.
I stare up at him from where I remain on my knees in front of him.
I don’t ask, not out loud anyway, because I’m scared if I voice it, he’ll stop me.
He’ll come to his senses. And god, I don’t want him to stop me from doing this.
But he doesn’t move, doesn’t make a sound as he watches me, so I take that as permission and drag the sweatpants down over his hips and thighs, just low enough to let his cock spring free.
I haven’t taken my eyes off of his, and good lord, the way he’s staring at me right now… like a man starved. Possessed.
“How long has it been, Zach?” I whisper up at him. He swallows hard, and the visible restraint he’s exercising is so fucking hot. I want to unravel him.
“Too fucking long,” he rasps finally, his lips barely moving after a long, torturous silence. “Years.”
My eyebrows shoot up again in shock. What woman wouldn’t want this man?
Out of my peripheral I can see the way his cock bobs, close to my face, and I finally drop my eyes to what’s waiting for me.
Fuck. He’s so big. I’ve never seen a prettier dick than his.
Long and thick and smooth. Round, pink head that’s already dripping.
My mouth waters in anticipation. Wrapping one hand around the base, I squeeze, just lightly.
He groans audibly and I raise my eyes back to his face.
His mouth has dropped open, panting breaths sawing in and out between those lips I still haven’t gotten to taste.
But I’ll taste this for now.
“Fuuckk,” he pants from above me, and I grin up at him. “Princess, if you put your mouth on me, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself. And I’m not going to last long.”
“That’s what I’m counting on,” I taunt, leaning forward to drag the flat of my tongue along the underside of the head and up the already weeping slit, and I moan at the taste of him.
Swirling my tongue over the head of him, I exalt in the tortured groan that escapes him.
“Don’t make this too easy, Zach. Make me work for it at least a little bit, yeah? ”
“Jesus Christ. That mouth, Lou. So fucking sassy. I thought I said I wanted you quiet—”
I grin a half a heartbeat before I close my lips around him, hallowing my cheeks and sliding my mouth down as much of him as I can take. I only make it about halfway, he’s so big, but I work my hands in tandem with my mouth so that I’m working his entire length.
The strangled hiss that leaves him is nearly my undoing. His hands leave the edge of the counter and shoot forward to bracket either side of my head, hard fingers sliding into my hair. He grips tight, but doesn’t do anything else, allowing me to bob my head back and forth, setting the pace.
“Look at me. Look up at me while I stuff this pretty, sassy mouth full with my cock,” he rasps through the dark and I raise my eyes to his, but I don’t stop what I’m doing.
Zach’s mouth drops open as he watches me, and I’ve never felt more beautiful, more desirable, than I do right now in this moment with him. “There’re those eyes. Good girl.”
Oh fuck. God, I love dirty talking Zach. I shift on my knees, clenching my thighs together tight to try and relieve some of the ache between them. I want this man so badly.
“You like sucking my dick, Princess?” he rasps raggedly, and I hum loudly in affirmation around the length of him.
He groans, fingers tightening in my hair.
He rocks his hips forward slightly, and I moan as he hits the back of my throat.
“Still so fucking noisy. I don’t think you have it in you to be quiet, Lou.
Hmm? Goddamn, I can’t wait to turn that ass red for being so fucking disobedient. ”
Clenching my thighs tighter, I moan again, but quietly this time. Just enough to send vibrations along his length as I drag my lips and tongue over all of him.
“Oh, shit,” he groans on a hiss through tightly clenched teeth.
That blue gaze is on me, dark brows drawing low over his eyes, and I can’t help but moan again as his chest heaves in deep breaths.
One hand leaves my hair, his fingers trailing over my cheek and chin, and then I almost lose it, his deep voice reaching me as he whimpers low, “Louise. Please—”
I release my hold on the lower portion of his cock with both hands and slide my palms around to the backs of his thighs, urging him closer as I hum around him again, nodding.
He swells in my mouth, and then his guttural, low groan vibrates around me as he explodes, filling my mouth. With each pulse of his cock, another rope of cum coats my tongue and I moan, swallowing him down.