Chapter 15 #4
The Cadillac rumbled awake, the dashboard glowing a soft yellow.
Meadow put her feet on the seat and turned toward him. “You’re bossy,” she mumbled.
“You’re fine as fuck,” he countered, sucking his teeth like she’d left something behind that he needed to savor.
She giggled- high-pitched and unfiltered. “You think I’m fine?”
“I think you’re dangerous,” he teased. “Look at you… grinnin’ like that.”
She stretched her foot out and poked his thigh. “Look at you…actin’ like you don’t wanna bite me.”
He gripped the wheel tighter. “Don’t play with me, baby.”
“I’m not,” she teased, leaning back, “I’m invitin’ you to the best party in town.”
He exhaled through his nose, a quiet, frustrated laugh. “You real flirty tonight.”
“You real fine tonight,” she shot back.
He glanced at her thighs. “You gon’ make me crash this car.”
“Not before I get to feel you inside of me,” Meadow purred.
Zaire laughed. “Just chill, baby…”
She pouted as they rode in silence. There was no L.A. playlist this time. Just a quiet car that was thick with lust and something that was desperately trying to break through the surface.
They pulled into the driveway. The porch light glowed softly. Ray’s old truck sat in the driveway and the sound of crickets pierced the silence.
Zaire got out, came around to her side. “C’mon.”
Meadow tried to stand. Her legs disagreed. “I’m good,” she giggled, failing to take a full step.
“Girl!” He turned around and crouched down. “Get on.”
She blinked. “On your back?”
“Yeah.”
“I am thick, baby…” she slurred. “You might can’t carry me.”
He looked over his shoulder, eyes heavy with something between humor and hunger.
“Shit…I’m startin’ to think I was created to carry you.”
Her stomach flipped so hard she grabbed his shoulders immediately, wrapping her legs around his waist
He lifted her like it was nothing…like she weighed air…like her whole body belonged there.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, cheek against his shoulder. “You smell good,” she hiccupped.
“Stop whispering in my ear,” he muttered. “You gon’ get me in trouble.”
“You want trouble?”
He swallowed. “Not when you can’t stand straight.”
That shut her up and he made his way inside. The door wasn’t locked. “Y’all just too damn free in Juniper for me,” he fussed.
“It’s safe out here.”
“Until it ain’t.”
Zaire did his best to walk as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake Ray or Magnolia.
He carried her up the stairs his heartbeat loud enough that she could feel it through his back.
He set her down gently on the edge of her bed, hands not leaving her waist right away.
“Okay.” Zaire stepped back even though he didn’t want to. “Go to sleep. I’m out.”
She reached out, grabbing his hand. “Stay.”
“Meadow…” Zaire dragged her name like it hurt for him to walk away.
She tugged him closer, standing up slowly. Meadow looked into his eyes, there was no giggle, no haze from the weed and too many rum punches. “Zaire,” she whispered, “I want you…so fuckin’ bad.”
Every part of him tightened.
He lifted her hands off his chest. “Nah,” he shook his head. “Not like this.”
Her lip trembled, not in a sad way…not drunk either, just…wanting him.
She stepped back and peeled off her top, letting it drop to the floor.
Zaire’s eyes snapped shut trying to calm the beast she was so desperate to wake up. Then they opened again. Dark…hungry. His jaw flexed. “Meadow…”
She slid her skirt down slowly, letting it pool around her ankles before stepping out of it.
He swallowed hard, throat bobbing.
“Don’t walk away from me,” she begged. “Not tonight…please.”
He cursed under his breath, but still he turned and walked toward the door. Zaire was fighting the strain of his dick against his jeans the unique pacing of his heart. He wanted her too. So fuckin’ bad that he could already taste her in his mouth.
Allowing his erratic heart and hard dick to change his mind, he did a smooth about-face. His longs legs had him in her face within two steps. His mouth crashed into hers, knocking all the wind out of her.
It was sexy, coated in a deep desire Meadow could feel transferring from her tongue to his.
He kissed her like he’d been holding himself back since the first “hey.”
His hand cupped her jaw with just enough pressure to warn her that he was going to fuck her into the floor.
Her fingers dug into his waist and their breaths tangled, becoming one, as if she was begging him to fuck her into the floor.
Meadow pressed her body against his, dragging him closer.
He lifted her by the hips, slamming her back against the wall. “Damn,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’m gon’ ruin you, baby…I want to fuckin’ ruin you.”
“Do it,” she choked, taking gulps of breath to breathe. “I want you to, cuh.”
That made him smile against her lips before his tongue was back in her mouth. His hands roamed her sides, her back, her hips…everywhere he’d pretended not to look when she dropped her clothes.
He groaned when her nails scraped up his spine.
Meadow kissed him deeper, wetter, needier.
Zaire pulled back just enough to breathe. “You sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her lips brushing his. “Give me something good…just one thing.”
His forehead rested against hers, giving her time to change her mind. Zaire wanted to give her more than one thing. He wanted to bring her body to such a peak, she’d feel like she was flying, drifting to wherever her favorite place was.
He exhaled, giving in, giving up, giving himself to her. Lifting her again, Zaire carried her to the bed and laid her down with a gentle thud.
In the push up position, he licked her gaped lips. “You are the finest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Zaire,” she blushed.
Sexily, he kissed her nose. “I’m for real, baby. I ain’t never wanted to lick a pussy so bad… it gotta be because you fine ass hell.”
“Tell me more,” she sucked her lips into her mouth.
His smile felt dangerous. “You don’t even know what you do to me.” His finger found her slick clit.
“Ooo.” She squirmed.
Brushing his nose against her nose, his accent pulling her to the ocean. “Nah, you know, you just like making me say it.”
“Say it,” Meadow challenged, her legs shaking from his fingers exploring her.
His hand traced up her thigh, chasing that summer heat that laid there. “I think about you more than I should. At the worst times, too. Your fine ass pop in my head and my whole mood changes.”
“Sounds like a good thing.”
“It’s a perfect thing.” He lowered, his mouth on her neck, her shoulder, her chest. “Take that fuckin’ bra off, Meadow.”
Zaire gave her just enough room to lift up.
“Oh-okay” she garbled, trying her hardest to unclasp her bra from the back. She’d never struggled with it before, but Zaire had her so outside of herself that she felt dizzy. His energy had her higher than the weed from earlier.
Zaire pulled his phone from his pocket. For where he was about to take Meadow, he needed something to help keep her moans contained. He clicked through his playlists and pressed play on Juicy by Coach Joey.
“So L.A.,” she snickered.
His eyes, lust-filled and dark, made her shiver. “The only way I know to be.”
I got a thing for them thighs, I like to lick on ’em.
His mouth trailed slow heat along her neck again, his tongue barely tasting her skin before he breathed against the spot he kissed, making her whole body tremble. “Remember you begged for this.”
Finally, her breasts were free and they bounced - perky, full, juicy as hell. Zaire grabbed one, tweaking her pebbled nipple while his tongue swiped over the other. Meadow’s areolas were dark like extra-large chocolate chips.
“Ooo,” Meadow whined. “That feels so good.”
He pinched her titty with his teeth, making her hiss with pleasure. He sucked it a little more before doing the same to the other one. Next, he kissed, bit, and licked his way down her body, showing extra love to that small little roll at the bottom of her stomach.
“Zaire,” Meadow sucked in air when his tongue swiped the skin between the crease of her thigh and her bare pussy.
“You can’t tell me how to eat, baby. Let me do my shit.”
He wasted no more time. Zaire licked her pussy so good her back arched from the bed and she cried out. He smirked, knowing she hadn’t even experienced all of him and she was already crying. Once he had his fill of her, he stood to his full height, face drenched in her juices.
Meadow’s chest heaved up and down but her eyes were on him, so desperate to see whatever sat between his legs. “Hurry up, Zaire…don’t tease me.”
“Chill, baby…you want dick and I’m gonna give it to you. I just need to look at you like this a little longer.”
“Look at me while you take your clothes off, Zaire.” Meadow was hot and ready.
He laughed, his hands fumbling with his belt.
He unbuckled it, then his jeans. Slowly, Zaire took his clothes off, leaving his boxer briefs for last. “When I’m inside of you, you better not run…
you better talk all that fly shit you like to talk…
you better whisper my name and don’t get too loud. We can’t wake my girl Magnolia up.”
Meadow gulped just as his girthy dick sprang free. The head was mushroomed, slightly discolored but beautiful like him. Creamy chocolate that made her drool.
Running his hands against her thighs, he left a trail of chill bumps that did nothing to cool Meadow’s rising temperature. “Com’ere, baby…spread those legs.”
Slowly, Meadow obliged.
“Fuck!” Zaire chewed his lip, gawking at her. “Beautiful.”
Her body shook from the way he ogled her.
Yanked her to him, he slapped his dick against her clit making her cry out, but she went silent when he pushed inside of her slowly. “Meadow…Meadow…Meadow. You tottin’ something like this?” His eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Zaire had found heaven and never wanted to step foot back on earth.
She closed her eyes, swallowing her pleasure. “Ugh.”
Zaire moved in on her like her body was his to command. “Aye, quit tryna think your way outta this- look at me.”
He pumped into her with deep, soul-knocking strokes. He started off slow but picked up the pace, fighting his own release pulsing from how warm, wet, and cushy her insides were. Meadow was sitting on a goldmine.
Her voice cracked, “Zaire…I can’t…just slow…” She tried to scoot back, but he grabbed her waist, pulling her back into him. “Noooo, stay in it…stay with me…don’t run from me.”
A soft cry slipped out, “I’m not -I’m not runnin’…”
He touched her waist firmly. “Relax…breathe…move with me.”
“Okay…okay, just don’t-don’t let me go.”
He tightened his grip. “I’m not lettin’ shit go. Now listen to me!.”
Her knees dipped, “Zaire…oh God!” She squirmed under him, but Zaire wasn’t trying to hear none of that. Pushing her legs back to her ear, thankful for her flexibility, he pumped deeper into her.
Meadow’s breathing grew ragged.
Leaning down, he whispered against her neck. “You want me to stop?”
“No…no, don’t stop…just-” she gasped, breath trembling, “Just slow down a little… I can’t think…”
His hand guided her hips, pulling her closer to meet his thrusts.
“You feelin’ too much, huh?”
“Yes…yes, I’m feelin’ all of it…I can’t-Zaiiiiire…”
He held her tighter, grounding her. “Aye…stay with me, don’t fold.”
“I’m not…I’m tryin’, I swear…” Her voice thinned and shook, “just… go deeper…talk to me…don’t…stop…”
His voice dropped, “You’re doing soooo good, baby. You handling this dick like I knew you would...keep that pussy open for me just like that.”
Zaire fucked her deep and long, the headboard knocking but mixed in the bass of the music.
He thought about Brent sniffing around her knowing he’d go to war behind what was between her legs.
That pissed him off, so he rolled his hips, pumping into her deeper.
His balls slapped against her and he dug his calloused hands into her flesh.
“Shhh,” she hissed her head rolling against the sheets.
“Yeah,” he smirked. “You been acting stupid… stay right there, Meadow.”
“I’m here…right here…just don’t pull away,” she hissed, her words dripping with lust, “don’t leave me in it by myself…” The tips of her fingers, pressed into his skin.
He leaned in until their foreheads touched. “I’m not goin’ nowhere, baby. You locked in with me now.”
Her breath hitched, “Hmmm…then keep goin’…PLEEEEEASE!” Her words forgot how to work through her moans. “Zaire… deeper… deeper… need you to—”
“Shit,” he bit the tip of her bell pepper nose. “Keep your eyes on me. That’s all I need.”
Meadow found her rhythm and rocked her pussy on him as best as she could. He had her so full she felt like she could feel him moving in her bloodstream.
His hands steadied her hips. “Don’t rush it, let that shit come to you.”
“Ugh,” she grunted.
“Mmhmm,” he hummed, fucking her felt so good. “You deserve this.”
“I do!” She nodded in agreeance like a crazy person.
“And I’m gon’ give it to you every time you need it.”
“Promise?” When her wet eyes met his, Zaire lost it.
He fucked her faster, deeper, rougher. He was on a mission to bring her to her knees but with the sweetness of her voice, she was gonna be the one to bring him to his knees.
Meadow reached out, still folded like a pretzel and smoothed her hand across his face. The tips of her fingers ran across the outline of his lips. “Say it again…say it slower.”
“You deserve this shit, baby,” Zaire repeated.
“Zaire!” Her body grew hot, her ears rung. “Come with me! Please baby, come with me.”
It hit him the second she said his name… that sound in her throat, that breathy break she didn’t mean to let slip.
Before he could even brace himself, heat rushed through his whole body, every nerve tightening as the moment snapped inside him. Meadow wasn’t any better — her cries shook the room, her back arching as her climax ripped through her so hard she had to cling to him to steady herself.
Like a gentleman, Zaire pulled out, his warm nut flying all over her, breathing like he’d run miles just to get to her. When the last wave finally eased out of both of them, he dropped beside her, his arm thrown over his face and his body spent.
Meadow let out a soft little laugh… breathless, shaky, and fucking overwhelmed.
Zaire turned his head to look at her, his own voice rough as gravel. “Damn, baby…you tryna have me call this the real 19th Hole.”
Her eyes fluttered open, cheeks warm, lips swollen. “And what that mean?” she whispered.
A slow grin lifted the corners of his mouth as dragged his knuckles down her thigh. “That extra hole you only reach when you finish the whole course…and you still want one more round.”