Chapter 12
I’m curled up in bed, the sheets tangled around my legs. Zane’s tracing my body, his fingers gliding along my skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. It’s both soothing and exhilarating, and I can’t help but smile as he kisses my shoulder.
“Where are your glasses?” he asks, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Left them downstairs,” I say, laughing a little. “I can’t believe I lost my virginity on my mom’s couch.”
He chuckles, his lips brushing my skin, sending a thrill through me. “And yet it was the best fuck of my life,” he replies, teasing. “So how was it?”
“It’s not what I imagined,” I admit, the words slipping out before I can catch them.
His hand stills, and he looks at me, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
I bite my lip, gathering my thoughts. “It was perfect, but not in the way I planned. I thought it would be all romantic— roses, candles, wedding night.” I glance at him, and he’s smiling, clearly amused. “Instead, it was raw and real, just… us. And that’s better, I guess?”
He grins and leans in, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re so damn cheesy,” he says with a playful eye roll, but there’s warmth in his voice.
“Hey!” I protest, giggling. “Don’t shit on my dream.”
“I’m not shitting on your dream,” he admits, then shifts to kiss my neck, and I let out a soft sigh. “Are you sore, or can we go again?”
“Again? Okay.” I nod eagerly.
He smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. “It won’t hurt as much next time, but if it does, I can lick it better.”
“Mm,” I whimper, my cheeks flushing.
“Yeah?” he asks, clearly pleased with my reaction. He rolls over me and grabs his phone from the nightstand.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Being cheesy too,” he says as he plays “Lover” by Taylor Swift. The soft melody fills the room, wrapping around us like a warm blanket.
“I’m not your prince in shining armor,” he says, his voice low, almost serious. “But I’m happy you let me be your first.”
“Zane…” I start, feeling a strange mix of emotions stirring inside me.
He silences me with another kiss, slow and deep, and I melt into him. “I want to clarify one more thing with you, Remy.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“We will be doing this a lot… just so you know, so don’t think I’m letting you go easily.”
I feel a warmth blooming in my chest, both flattered and excited.
He tilts my head back, opening my mouth slightly and then his tongue flicks mine. He hums. “You ready?”
Before I can respond, he spits into my mouth, and my eyes widen in shock, but there’s a thrill coursing through me as he kisses me again, our tongues dancing together.
I gasp when we part, breathless.
Zane lifts me into his lap, and I settle against him, my legs on either side of his hips.
I start grinding against him, our bodies finding a rhythm that feels both familiar and exhilarating. “Is this okay?” I ask, biting my lip.
“More than okay,” he replies, his voice a low growl.
I can’t help but smile as I move, rubbing on his hard cock, each roll of my hips making him harder beneath me.
His hands squeeze my hips, guiding my movements. “Just imagine all the things I can do to you, Remy. We’ve only just scratched the surface.”
I lean in closer, my lips grazing his ear. “I’m ready for it.”
He chuckles darkly, the sound making my heart race. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”
I meet his gaze. “Then show me.”
He captures my mouth with his again, his kiss fierce and demanding, and I can’t get enough of him. It’s like a fire igniting inside me, and I’m ready to burn.
“Let’s take it slow this time,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands exploring my curves. “I want to remember every moment.”
“Okay,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair as I pull him closer.
He kisses down my neck, taking his time, and I let out soft moans as he finds a sweet spot just below my ear. I feel alive, and every touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs another condom. The way his muscles flex as he moves makes my heart race, a thrill of anticipation buzzing through me.
He rolls it on with that same slow, deliberate movement, and my breath hitches. “You ready?” he asks, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
“More than ready,” I reply, biting my lip as I guide him to me. Honestly, I’m so fucking excited, it’s ridiculous.
With one smooth, slow thrust, he slides inside, and I gasp, feeling him stretch me in ways I can’t even describe. It’s different this time, more intense, and I feel every inch of him.
“Remy,” he breathes, his eyes locking onto mine, and there’s a hunger in his gaze that sends a wave of heat through me.
“Zane,” I whisper back, feeling that connection deepen as we both start to move. It’s a rhythm we find together, our bodies instinctively knowing what to do.
We make out fiercely, lips crashing together, tongues dancing as our breathing quickens. I’m lost in him, and I can’t get enough. I grip his shoulders, pushing myself against him, urging him deeper, harder.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, the pleasure building inside me, spiraling out of control.
“Fuck, Rem!” he groans, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”
With each thrust, he drives deeper, and the world outside fades away until it’s just us— our bodies moving together, lost in the moment.
“I’m close,” he warns, his breaths coming in quick bursts. “You gonna come for me again?”
“Yeah,” I gasp, the pressure coiling tighter within me. “Please, Zane, don’t stop.”
He picks up the pace, our bodies slapping together in a delicious rhythm. “I’m not stopping,” he promises, his eyes dark with lust as he watches my reaction. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“Zane!” I cry out, my body responding to his every thrust, the pleasure overwhelming.
And then, with one powerful thrust, he cries out my name. The sound reverberates through the room, raw and primal, sending me over the edge.
I feel the wave crash through me, pleasure exploding as I lose myself in him. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I’m left gasping, clinging to him as we ride it out together.
He thrusts a few more times, each movement sending aftershocks of pleasure through me, and I can barely catch my breath as we both collapse together, breathless and entwined.
“Holy shit,” I manage, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I look into his eyes.
“Yeah,” he replies, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “That was incredible.”
I can’t help but smile back, still riding the high of our connection. “More than incredible,” I whisper, leaning in for another kiss, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.
“I’m glad you’re mine,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close. “You okay?”
I smile. “Yes. More than okay,” I assure him, my heart racing at the thought of what we just shared. “I want more.”
“Already an addict?” he smirks.
“I’m not an addict,” I laugh.
“Trust me,” he says, his voice deep and sultry. “You’ll be begging soon enough.”
I wake up to the chill of the early morning air. It’s still dark outside, and I stretch out, feeling sore and exhausted. My body aches in the best way possible, a reminder of last night’s wild escapades. But when I roll over, Zane’s not there.
Panic sets in for a second. Did he leave? Does he not care about me? But then I hear it— “Delicate” by Taylor Swift playing softly in the living room.
I wrap myself in a blanket, feeling a mix of confusion and warmth as I pad downstairs, my bare feet quiet on the wooden floor. When I reach the living room, the sight in front of me takes my breath away.
There’s Zane, cleaning the couch in nothing but his boxers. Seriously, it’s a sight. His muscles flex with every movement, and the way he’s concentrated on the task makes my heart race.
He looks up and catches my eye. A smile spreads across his face. “Sorry, did I wake you?”
I shake my head, feeling a warmth spread through me. “No, it’s okay. I could’ve cleaned it myself.”
He shrugs, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “I didn’t mind. Just trying to make it right.”
Zane walks over and kisses my forehead, and I’m left a little confused. Who is this sweet guy?
“Are you done?” I ask, a hopeful note in my voice. “Can we go back to bed?”
“Yeah,” he replies, glancing around at the supplies he has scattered. “Just going to put this stuff away and wash my hands.”
“Let me help,” I say, taking his hand and leading him back to the bedroom.
Once we’re inside, I tug at his boxers, and he grins at me. I can’t help but smile back when I see he’s already half hard.
“It’s a constant when I’m around you,” he says, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Come to bed,” I urge, and he does, climbing in next to me.
I cup his cheek, tracing my fingers over the fading bruise under his eye. “You look rough. Is that from last night?”
“Yeah,” he chuckles, his voice low and warm. “But the blue’s barely there now.”
“Still, you should take care of yourself. You should rest more. C’mon. Let’s go to sleep.”
“I have insomnia, Rem,” he replies, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “I just don’t sleep much.”
“What do you mean you don’t sleep much?”
He leans closer, playing with my nipples, and I let out a small gasp. “I just don’t. It’s not that I can’t, it’s just—”
“Maybe you’ve never been worn out enough before,” I tease, a smirk tugging at my lips.
“Oh, and are you about to change that?” he asks, rolling on top of me, and I gasp as he slides inside.
“Shit, Zane!”
He bites my neck as we start to move, and I can’t help but moan. It’s intense, but then he stops suddenly. “Hold on, I need to put on a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” I breathe, trying to catch my breath while he fumbles with the wrapper.
He pauses. “So, we’ll be okay?”
I nod.
He forgets all about the condom and sinks back in. We find that rhythm again. “So what’s the plan? You gonna wear me out so I can sleep?”
“Maybe I just want this night to never end,” I say, pushing my hips up against him, wanting more.
He grins at me, that cocky smile that makes my insides flutter. “I can get behind that.”
He bends me on all fours, and roughly thrusts back in. I gasp as the new angle sends sparks through me. “You like that?”
“God, yes,” I moan, rocking back against him.
“Me too,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me. “I want you to remember this.”
“I’ll remember,” I promise, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the room.
“Fuck, Remy,” he says, his voice strained. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Then let me drive,” I reply, a smirk on my lips as I start bouncing on his dick.
He starts to thrust harder, deeper, and I’m lost in the rhythm, the pleasure building inside me again.
“Fuck, Rem, you’re fucking pussy,” he says, and I can hear the desperation in his voice as he touches my clit. He starts rubbing me, sending shockwaves through my body. “I need you to come for me again, Remy.”
I clench around him at his words, my body responding as if it knows what’s coming. “That’s it.”
“Yeah? Then come on, let’s do this together.”
He leans down, his mouth brushing against my ear. “I want to hear you scream my name.” He grabs my hair, causing a new sensation to pulse through me.
“Zane!” I cry out as the pressure bursts, sending me spiraling over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, Rem. That’s it!” he groans, following me, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release.
We both collapse, breathless, and I’m left smiling at the ceiling, still wrapped in the moment.
“Damn,” he mutters, brushing my hair away from my face. “I will never get over this.”
I turn to face him, still tingling from everything that just happened. “We’ll never forget this night.”
He looks at my lips and then deep into my eyes. “I’m serious, though. What the hell have you done to me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. You’re just like obsessed with me or something,” I say with a grin.
He watches me closely, maintaining that deep connected eye contact. “You make it hard to think straight.”
“I don’t want you to think straight,” I say, staring into his eyes.
“It’s not even my choice at this point, I’m fucking hooked. Come here.”
Zane pulls me in, and we both stay quiet. I feel his semen dripping out of me, but I don’t bother to get up because I’m loving this moment. He kisses the top of my head and then we drift off, wrapped up in each other. The world outside fades away, leaving just us in our little cocoon.
I’m still wrapped in a blanket of bliss when the sound of the front door opening jolts me awake. My heart races, and I freeze, wide-eyed. No way. No freaking way.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I whisper, nudging Zane awake. He stirs, blinking sleepily, and I can’t help but notice how cute he looks all disheveled.
“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, trying to sit up, but I push him back down.
“Quiet! My mom’s home!”
He scrambles to cover himself, eyes wide with realization. “What do I do?”
“Get in the closet!” I hiss, pointing to the small space next to my dresser.
“Your closet? Are you serious?”
“Just do it!”
I’m panicking. My heart’s racing, and I’m trembling.
He hops up, quickly yanking on his boxers and sliding inside as quietly as possible. I barely have time to throw a shirt over myself and pull on some sweatpants before my mom’s footsteps echo down the hallway.
“Remy? Are you home?” she calls out, and my stomach twists.
“Yeah, Mom! I’m here!” I say, trying to sound casual.
She comes in, and I plaster on a smile. “Hey! What’s up?”
She looks tired, dark circles under her eyes, and she’s still wearing her work clothes. “Do you have school today?”
“No, I don’t,” I reply, trying to keep it light.
“Lucky you,” she says with a yawn. “I’m so tired. I think I’m heading to bed.”
“Okay. Goodnight, Mom.”
She gives me a quick hug, and I can’t shake the feeling of relief until the door clicks shut behind her. I exhale, letting the tension drain from my shoulders.
I rush over to the closet, and the door creaks open slightly. “You good?” I whisper.
Zane peeks out, his hair a mess and a playful smile on his face. “Yeah, but that was close.”
I pull him out, and he’s half-dressed, looking so damn fine. He chuckles softly, and I can’t help but laugh too. “You have to leave,” I say, brushing my fingers through my hair.
“I know,” he replies, his voice low.
“Like, right now.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, stepping closer.
We share a quick kiss, his lips soft against mine. “Can I see you after school?” he asks, pulling back slightly.
I have to talk to Colin. I can’t keep up this double life anymore.
“I need to handle something first, but then we can meet up.”
“Okay. I’ve got practice until six, so maybe after that?”
“Sounds good.”
He kisses me again, and it’s heated, the kind of kiss that makes me forget all about the world outside. His hand slides into my sweatpants, grazing my already too sensitive clit.
“Zane,” I whimper when I feel his hard cock against my hip. I can’t believe how much I want him. He has given me so many orgasms in the last twenty-four hours but it is like he has turned me into this feral horny creature who cannot think beyond sex.
“We can’t,” I sigh.
“I know,” he replies, sliding his tongue into my mouth. It takes all my effort to pull back. He does the same.
We’re breathless, staring at each other lovestruck.
“You like me, Remy,” he teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he licks his fingers clean.
I roll my eyes, but I can’t hide my smile. “Whatever. Maybe a little.”
“A little? I’m pretty sure you’re more than a little into me,” he counters, stepping back, hands on his hips.
“Alright, maybe more than a little,” I admit, biting my lip.
“Good,” he grins. “Just promise me you won’t run now that you’ve slept with me. We get to talk about this, okay?”
“Okay.”
“And if you’re sore during the day, tell me.”
“I promise,” I say, feeling a rush of warmth at his concern.
“Okay.” He glances at the window and then back at me. “I guess I should go.”
“Yeah,” I say, hating the thought of him leaving. I wish we could stay in this bubble forever. I don’t want to face reality.
He grabs the remainder of his belongings including his mask, then climbs out of the window, pausing to look back at me one last time. “See you later little slut ?”
I chuckle. “Definitely.”
“Good.” He winks before slipping out of sight.
I close the window and lean against it, heart racing and cheeks flushed. What a fucking morning.