Chapter 14 – Zane
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Zane
My fingers slide in and out of her, one orgasm rolling into another and I feel her trying to close her legs. “Not just yet, Victoria,” I say, bending and sucking her clit back into my mouth. Her taste is my kryptonite. “I can feel you have another one in you.”
“I don’t.” She moves her head side to side. “I need your cock.”
“Give me one more and then I’ll give you my cock,” I urge, my fingers moving over her g-spot.
Every single time I touch it, she gets wetter than she was before.
“One more, Victoria,” I say, and I feel her push my fingers out as she gushes.
“That’s it,” I praise as her hips lift off the bed and my fingers move her clit side to side.
“That was what I was waiting for,” I tell her and before she is riding down from the high of her orgasm, I slam into her.
The tightness of her pussy is one I’ve never felt before.
The wetness lets me pull out easier, but then I’m back into her, over and over again.
She gets wetter and wetter, and then just as tight as a fist squeezing me.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room, along with her moans and my grunts as I fuck her as hard as I have ever fucked anyone before.
I need her to feel me for the rest of the week.
To remember tomorrow that my cock was in her, giving her this pleasure.
It’s something I didn’t know I needed, something primal taking over.
“Say my name,” I urge her as my balls get tight.
“Zane,” she moans out and tries to spread her legs wider.
“Remember who makes you feel this good.” I pull out and then slam into her.
“Going to spend the rest of the night fucking this pussy to make sure you remember my fucking name,” I vow and she comes on my cock.
I grit my teeth, pushing off my own orgasm before I pull out of her and rip the condom off.
Her eyes widen, and I jerk my cock. “Squeeze those perfect tits together,” I tell her.
She moves her arms, squeezing them together, as I aim my cock to come all over her tits.
“That’s where it belongs,” I tell her as I spill my cum all over her.
I let go of my cock. “Next time it’s down your throat. ”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She puts her head back, breath evening out. “Last time you fucked my mouth, you had me gagging.”
“Later,” I promise her with a quick kiss as I move to her and off her bed, my shorts still under my ass. “I’ll get a rag.”
“Okay,” she replies, not moving. “I’ll wait for you here. Save my energy for the mouth fucking I plan on getting.” I shake my head, laughing as I make my way into the bathroom.
“After,” I hear her voice once I open the cabinet and grab a face cloth, “we are going to discuss, one, how you found me.” I turn on the water. “Then two, how you know this house so well.”
I chuckle as I lean over and wash my face, wetting my beard before I wet the rag and look over to see her standing there in the doorway.
“Tasted your cum on the way here,” she mentions when I stare at her tits and my eyes flare.
“I have Kleenex by the bed,” she says and comes over to stand beside me, and she grabs the wet rag to finish cleaning her chest. “So are you going to tell me how you found me?” She looks up at me and I put my hand on her cheek.
Her gorgeous blue eyes look at me. “You’re beautiful,” I compliment softly, my heart hammering in my chest as I take in her beauty. I bend to kiss her lips softly as she puts one hand on my chest.
“Okay,” she says, then she looks down and walks out of the room, “I need water.” She grabs the black silk robe from the floor and puts it on before she walks out of the bedroom.
I follow her out of the bedroom, pulling up my shorts and heading to the kitchen. She opens the fridge. “You want something to eat?”
“No.” I lean against the counter as I watch her open the bottle of water and take a sip.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask her, sensing something is on her mind.
“Couple things,” she starts and the small wooden island is between us. “Why did you call me?”
“I don’t know,” I answer her honestly.
She tilts her head to the side and with the afterglow of me fucking her senseless, she takes my fucking breath away. “I think you can do better than that.”
“I honestly don’t fucking know.” I put one hand beside me on the counter. She looks at me, nodding her head before turning and opening the other side of the fridge, taking out a pint of ice cream.
“Could it be…” She walks over to the side, opening the drawer, and pulling out a spoon before coming back in front of me but with the island still between us.
She pulls the top off, taking some ice cream on her spoon.
“Perhaps you were jealous?” I don’t answer her but my glare, I think, is enough of an answer.
“That’s a yes,” she declares, taking another spoon of ice cream.
“What would you do if you walked in tonight and I was with someone else?” I ask her, turning the tables on her.
I expect her to glare at me. What I don’t expect is for her to snort. “I’d say good fucking luck since I’m better than ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the women out there.” She points her spoon at me. “So you’re welcome.”
I shake my head and look down. “You’re too young for me,” I admit it out loud. “You don’t need to be tied down to someone my age.” The thought of her actually with someone else makes me physically ill.
“You’re too old for me?” she asks me, leaning onto the counter as she eats her ice cream.
“Yes, you should stick to guys your own age.”
“Have you ever been married?” she asks me.
“The longest relationship I had was six months. I’m more focused on work than anything else,” I confess to her. “So no, I have never been married.”
“Strange, I have,” she replies and it’s my turn to be shocked. “I’m kidding. Age is just a fucking number. Would you feel better if I was thirty instead of twenty-five?”
“I don’t know, probably.”
“So I’ll pretend to be older than I am,” she suggests.
“It’s not just your age,” I snap. “It’s—” I run my hand through my hair. “Work is intense, and it needs all my attention. All eyes are on me.” I sigh. “I’m the youngest coach to ever coach at this level. It’s a huge deal and, right now, that has to be my main focus.”
“Who is telling you that it can’t be your main focus?
” she asks me, standing up. “You are talking as if I’m asking you to run off with me and elope.
” She laughs, “I’m twenty-five. I met a hot man in a bar one night and had great sex.
” She shrugs one shoulder. “I mean, technically, I made it half of the great sex it was because I’m that awesome.
” I laugh. “Then I met him again and he got all angry at the world and avoided talking to me.”
“I didn’t avoid talking to you,” I defend myself and she rolls her eyes.
“Can we not just take it a day at a time?” she asks me. “I mean, what if I don’t even like you out of bed?”
“What if I don’t like you out of bed?” I counter her question with her own question.
“That’s impossible,” she retorts. “Refer to my previous statement that I’m ninety-nine percent better than any of the women out there.
” I laugh at her now. I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who was so mature about things, yet carefree.
“I’m twenty-five.” She looks at me while she says it.
“I just moved to a brand-new city. I started a brand-new job. I just got out of school. I’m not looking to run off with you and get married just because you can do me properly.
” I glare at her. “What? We have great sex. We can’t dispute that. ”
“I’m not disputing that,” I quickly add to the most mature conversation I’ve ever had with a woman.
“So why don’t we just go day by day, and if it gets to be too much for either of us, we’ll reevaluate,” she raises her eyebrows, “because let’s face it, you could be too clingy for me.”
“Is that so?” I ask her.
“Zane, I’m fucking fabulous.” She points to herself, and I laugh. “Now, I’m not going to say you were stalking me”—she takes some more ice cream and puts it in her mouth—“but I’m not not saying it. How did you know where I live?”
I walk around the island and she watches me, her hair flipped to the side, the soft waves framing her face.
I pick her up by her waist and place her on the island.
She opens her legs so I can step in between them.
I grab the spoon from her and she snatches it back, putting some on the spoon and then feeding it to me.
“See? Perfect.” She points to herself once I take the ice cream off the spoon.
The cold ice cream hits my tongue as she takes another spoon for herself.
“When my house had to be gutted, Kirby told me about this house,” I tell her. “I came to take a look at it. I was going to take it but—”
“Too small for such a big man.” She reads between the lines. “I get it.”
“I guess you do,” I say. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
“Because you didn’t deserve to speak to me.” She doesn’t let any of my actions slide. “I gave you a week and you did nothing with that week.”
“I wouldn’t say I did nothing,” I state as she feeds me another spoonful. “I thought about doing something.”
“I’m thinking about doing something right now.” She tilts her head to the side. “It has to do with my mouth and your cock.” She smirks. “Oh wait, not going to do it.” We both laugh. “Maybe in a week.”
I reach up to hold her face in my hands. “If it’s any consolation,” I say softly, “I really, really wanted to do something about it.”
“If it’s any consolation,” she counters and I can just imagine the snark that she is going to come up with, “I bought three vibrators, and blew them all.” She holds up the hand without the spoon and holds up three fingers.
“Deep throated all those motherfuckers.” She winks and I laugh and pick her up.
“Zane,” she squeaks, laughing when I throw her over my shoulder, “the ice cream.” It drops to the floor, along with the clang of her spoon.
Her robe falls from her ass as I move my hand up and slap her bare cheek.
“Zane.” She laughs as I walk to the bedroom.
“Time to show me how much you practiced with those fake cocks,” I tell her, bending at my knees and tossing her on her back.
I pull down my pants, my cock springing free.
“Take off the robe,” I demand and she quickly tosses it to the side, unsnapping her bra and throwing it over her shoulder.
“Hands and knees,” I direct her, “ass in the air so I can play with it while you take my cock.”
She grips my cock in her hand and looks at me, licking the head of my cock. “Fuck, you’re even beautiful on your knees for me.”
“I know,” she sings at me, “but now I’m more beautiful because I have your cock in my mouth.” She takes me halfway inside.
“What am I going to do with you, Victoria?” I ask her as I move my hips to fuck her mouth.
“I can think of a couple of things.” She grins as she takes my cock to the back of her throat and wiggles her ass side to side.
An hour later I’m on my back, she’s collapsed on my chest, and my cock is still buried inside her after she rode me.
I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. “I have to get rid of this condom,” I remind her, and she grumbles as I roll her to the side and her eyes barely open.
I get rid of the condom, clean up, and bring out the rag.
She lies on her side. “Open your legs for me, baby,” I urge softly.
“I’ll clean you up and you can go to bed.
” She opens her legs and I toss the rag to the side afterward.
Sliding into bed with her and pulling her close to me, I close my eyes and drift to sleep.
The soft ping of my email sounds in the distance with the subject line.
Urgent meeting Sunday 10 a.m. at the arena.