Chapter Twenty-One No Room for Doubt
RYLEE
This is crazy.
I’m still processing the kiss he gave me earlier at the hotel, which was hot and exciting but confusing all at once.
There’s something about Zander that keeps pulling me in, no matter how much I try to resist or how pissed off he makes me.
I’ve been keeping him at arm’s length, but I don’t want to hold back anymore… at least not for tonight.
It just feels too damn good.
Zander is carrying me to my room, his lips moving against mine in a hungry kiss.
Fuck, he’s strong. He holds me up like I weigh nothing.
So goddamn hot.
We reach the bedroom and he kicks the door open all the way before striding toward the bed. He drops me on the mattress and I let out a surprised gasp as I bounce a little bit.
“Do you know what those shorts have been doing to me?” he growls, reaching down and taking hold of them at the waist. He tugs them down my legs and tosses them aside. “Fucking driving me crazy.”
I grin, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. “Oh yeah? How crazy?”
He cups his hardening cock through his sweatpants. “This give you an idea?”
I tilt my head to the side and make a show of studying him.
“I don’t know… I think I need a closer look. How about you drop those pants and lemme see?”
Smirking, he takes hold of his pants and shoves them down to the floor. He’s not wearing boxer briefs and his cock springs free.
Holy shit… he’s been hiding a goddamn baseball bat in his pants.
How did it fit the last time, and why wasn’t I sore for days afterward?
His dick is long and thick and my mouth waters as I stare at it.
I want it in my mouth. I can’t remember ever wanting my lips wrapped around a cock as badly as I do right now.
Holding his gaze, I strip off my shirt, leaving me in just my lacy black panties and bra.
He visibly gulps and a thrill shimmies up my spine.
With a sultry smile, I crawl to the edge of the bed, moving my hips enticingly.
Mmmm, I feel like a real seductress and I love the way he can’t seem to take his eyes off me.
I sit with my legs swinging over the side and reach out to grab hold of his t-shirt and pull him closer.
“Fuck, Rylee… you’re so sexy.”
Grinning up at him, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and bring the head to my lips. He throws his head back with a groan before looking back down at me. Zander’s eyes are locked on me and I can see how eager for this he is, but he’s fighting to hold onto his control.
Hmmm… I wonder how far I can push him before he snaps.
Giving him a firm stroke, I purr, “I guess I do drive you crazy. You’re already so hard and eager. Look at you… you’re dripping. I like having you right here on the edge.”
He gulps, and when he speaks, his voice is low and rough. “I told you. Now, are you going to put me out of my misery or just keep teasing me?”
I chuckle. “What if I just keep teasing you?”
To my surprise and delight, he grabs hold of my hair and jerks my head back.
“You’ll see me lose my patience real fast.”
I stare up at him, breathless, my pussy pulsing with need. No guy has ever talked dirty to me the way Zander does. My previous experiences have been rather vanilla, but with him, there’s a part of me that wants to take control and see how far I can push both our boundaries.
“That’s really fucking hot,” I reply.
He clenches his jaw. “Open your mouth.”
I do, without hesitation, and stick out my tongue for good measure.
“Good girl.”
Oh, fuck… I like how that sounds.
He brings his cock to my lips and presses forward into my mouth.
He’s so big… so thick… my jaw aches as I hold my mouth open to take him.
Zander holds me by my hair and pumps his hips, sliding his length in and out.
Saliva gathers and starts to leak past my lips and he goes deeper and harder.
I gag, but relax my throat as he pushes himself further and further into my mouth.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, brushing the back of his fingers along my jaw. The touch is so tender and adoring, which makes me melt even as he makes me choke on his cock. “You’re so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”
I’m getting so wet and turned on, I can’t stop myself. I slip one hand into the front of my panties as I spread my legs and brush my finger over my pussy.
“You petting yourself, dirty girl?” He hisses in approval. “Getting that pretty pussy ready for me?”
Hot damn, I am loving this version of Zander. Dominating. Filthy. Rough.
I want more.
I want him buried deep inside me, pounding my pussy until I come, screaming his name.
“Spread your legs wider,” he orders. “Let me see.”
I do as I’m told, but I don’t move my panties aside and continue rubbing myself inside them. Just another way to tease him, and fuck, I love teasing him.
He continues to fuck my mouth while I finger myself. With my free hand, I cup his balls and massage them, nearly bringing him to his knees.
“Fuck!” He releases a long, low moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… I need to taste you.”
Before I fully comprehend what he’s doing, he pulls his cock from my mouth. Grabbing my waist, he pushes me further back on the bed then yanks my underwear off. Holding my gaze, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled torso and broad shoulders.
This man really is a real-life Thor. Huge and sculpted and perfect.
My breath hitches as he climbs onto the bed and shoves my legs apart.
“You’re not going to forget this time,” he snarls. “You’re going to fucking remember exactly who it is devouring you.”
Lowering his head, he swipes his tongue along my pussy and I cry out as pleasure shoots through me.
He wraps his hands around my thighs and holds me wide open as he feasts on me without mercy.
Licking and kissing me with abandon. Holy shit!
He’s even better than I remembered. I’m going to come so hard, it’s going to tear me apart.
But I want it, and then I want him to put me back together and do it all over again.
“Zander,” I whimper. “Don’t stop! It’s so good… so fucking good!”
He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. I shriek and arch my back, grabbing hold of his hair to grind against him. The need to come is growing stronger and stronger, and I’m not going to let him slip away before he gets me there.
“Yes, yes, yes, Zander, yes! I’m close… I’m so close… right there!”
When he shoves a finger into my channel and sucks my clit again, I shatter. My orgasm rips through me, and stars explode in my vision as I ride it out. I’m oblivious to anything but the pleasure washing through me and the man drawing it out of me. My Kodiak.
As my orgasm ebbs and starts to die out, Zander raises himself up and crawls up my body until he’s directly above me.
“I’m going to fuck you, Rylee,” he tells me in that rough voice that makes my toes curl. “I’m going to fuck you hard.
He stretches one hand over my head and up under my pillow. To my surprise, he retrieves a condom and tears it open with his teeth.
“Did you plant those there?” I ask.
He waggles his brows at me. “Wanted to be prepared.”
I laugh. “That’s awfully presumptuous of you.”
He leans back and works the condom down his length. “I prefer optimistic.”
“Whatever. Just put it in, already.”
He tsks and teases me. “So impatient. You want it that bad?”
I slip my hand down and spread myself open for him. “I can always do it myself if you’re just going to keep pussy-footing around.”
“You really have a way with words, Wildcard.”
“You’re not fucking me yet.”
Gnashing his teeth, he lines up with my entrance and shoves himself inside me so hard and fast, I yelp.
“I’m fucking you now,” he growls.
“Finally,” I moan as he starts to pump himself in and out of my pussy. He grabs my hips and anchors me down so I’m at his mercy. Grabbing my bra, he shoves it up past my breasts and cups one tender mound, flicking his thumb over my nipple.
“You’re so tight.” He groans, pounding me harder. “So perfect. I knew you would be. I knew you’d feel fucking fantastic.”
Hold on… what is he saying? He should know this since we fucked before.
Before I can say a word,, he bends down and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
My mind goes blank and I can’t speak. I seem to have lost the ability completely and can only moan and whimper as pleasure overwhelms me.
No one has ever fucked me like this before.
Has never lost himself so completely inside me that he can’t hold back.
Undulating my hips, I meet his thrusts, eager for release again.
“I’m going to come, Zander,” I gasp. “You’re going to make me come so hard!”
“Do it, baby. Come all over this cock. Let me watch you.”
He moves his hand from my breast to my throat, not choking me but putting just a bit of pressure there, as if to ground me.
For some reason, that pushes me over the edge. My body seizes and I thrash my head back and forth as I cry out Zander’s name. My second orgasm is even more intense than the first, and I claw at the bedding as I lose all sense of myself and my surroundings.
Zander’s thrusts grow harder and erratic, and then he lets out a roar and he shoves into me one last time. I feel him releasing inside me and it drives my orgasm even further.
I don’t know how much time passes - hell, I think maybe we totally stepped out of space and time for a moment - but slowly, we both start to come back to earth. With a groan, Zander collapses over me, though he’s careful not to put his full weight down and squash me.
Wrapping my arms around him, I hold on as we catch our breaths.
“Holy shit,” he grumbles, pressing his face against my neck. “That was incredible, Wildcard.”
“I might have reached Nirvana for a moment,” I joke, earning me a rough chuckle.
Zander lifts his head and smiles down at me before he presses a kiss to my lips and slowly pulling himself out. A small twinge of soreness makes me wince.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, climbing off the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask, feeling a moment of panic. Is he leaving? Again?
“Just to the bathroom,” he assures me.
I force myself to relax as he disappears into the bathroom, only to reemerge a few minutes later. He’s gotten rid of the condom and cleaned himself up, and he’s holding a wet wash rag in his hand.
“Relax,” he gently orders when he starts to wipe the warmth cloth between my legs. It’s soothing and eases some of the ache his rough fucking has left behind.
I sigh, relaxing into the mattress. No one has ever taken such tender care of me like this before. I could get used to this.
Once he’s finished cleaning me up, he climbs back into the bed and wraps his arm around my waist to pull me against his chest.
“That’s better,” he sighs, the picture of contentment as he relaxes against the pillows.
Licking my lips nervously, I glance up at him. “You’re staying?”
I hate how anxious I sound… how nervous I feel. My mind can’t help but think back to what it was like waking up alone in Miami. I’m scared of feeling that way again.
He looks back at me with a furrowed brow. “Hell yeah I am. You don’t expect me to go back to the couch after that, do you?”
I feel a wave of relief wash over me. He speaks with such confidence… there’s no room for doubt.
Thank God.
I give him a teasing grin. “I suppose I’ll let you sleep here. For tonight, anyway.”
He snorts. “How generous of you.”
But he pulls me closer and I snuggle into his side, smiling as I listen to the steady beat of his heart as he drifts off to sleep.
This is good. Definitely different from last time. I feel confident that when I wake up, he’ll still be right here with me.
I sleep like the dead, and when I wake up the next morning, I still have a smile on my face.
Last night was… wow. So good, and my body is definitely feeling the workout Zander put me through.
It’s so much more than the morning after the wedding.
Then, my pussy was a bit tender and sensitive, but this morning there’s some deep, delicious soreness and I feel well-used.
Stretching, I murmur, “Damn, I don’t know about you, but I am sore. In a good way, though. Maybe you could massage out some of the kinks you gave me last night?”
I roll over, expecting to a find a giant, warm, solid man lying next to me, wearing his arrogant smirk.
My heart drops and my smile disappears, however, when I find the other side of the bed empty and cool to the touch.
Zander is gone.