Chapter 39
THIRTY-NINE
TECHNICALLY, I’M COCKING HER
A part of me can’t even believe that she suggested we do this.
Another part knows not to argue.
With her skirt around her hips, I settle my dick between her pussy lips and, hands on her ass, maneuver her back and forth so that every inch of my cock is cosseted by her slick heat.
“Oh, fuck,” she keens, voice thick as the tip hits her clit.
Knowing that tone, I keep the thrusts short for maximum impact.
Panting heavily, already, I cling to her and my control with equal desperation. “You sure about this, D?”
“Never been surer in my life!”
I gulp. “Contraception—”
“Tomorrow’s problem.”
“Fuck,” I groan, teetering on that desperate edge. “You can’t ever question what you do to me.” Knowing that my pre-cum is lubricating our path makes this so much hotter and a thousand times more torturous.
Her hands cup my nape, drawing my head toward her so that our mouths can tangle.
A whimper soughs loose as my tongue breaches her lips, and I seek and find her breath so I can steal it from her. The craving to replace it with my own is too strong to deny.
My hands tighten on her ass to the point where I know I’ll leave bruises. Tomorrow, I’ll kiss each and every one of them better.
As her pussy leaks her own arousal, the noises we make as I slide through her folds are obscene and delicious with it. It amps up my need, has my mouth tearing into hers as I fuck her there, not allowing her to receive, but wanting her to fight me back.
Being passive isn’t allowed.
She has to feel it.
She has to know.
I only tear my mouth from hers to groan. “Give me two minutes.” I stop grinding into her. Merely hold onto her hips as I think about anything other than how hot she is. How wet she is. How close she is. How I could slide in, how I—
“Oh, god, Zach, move. FUCK. Please,” she half-screams. “I’m so close!!”
Her urgency has me tunneling into her again, not about to deny her her pleasure even if it means I look like a chump.
The fates are on my side, however, because she comes first. One long mewling wail torn from her as she explodes around me, coating me with even more of that liquid heat that adds to my torment.
When I cover her in my cum, I don’t stop the pumping of my hips. Nah, I chase that pleasure until I’ve rung myself dry. Every ounce of cum coats her pussy. Then, and only then, do I retreat a touch, gracing her clit with a final tap that has her sagging into me.
I snag the crotch of her panties from the side of her pussy where I shoved it earlier and settle it into place.
Nuzzling my nose against hers, I rasp, “You’re going to walk around covered in me tonight. Literal proof that you are my version of a wet dream come to life. And tomorrow, you’re going to bring our enemies down, aren't you?”
“Enemies?” She shakes her head then laughs.
“What is it?”
“Just thinking about something Callan said when I told him people don’t have enemies anymore. He told me that they do if they’re interesting enough… and as uninteresting as Dyers is, I figure this is a moment worthy of a nemesis.”
I knew I kept Callan around for a reason.
My grin’s shark-like. “Nemesis is what you got, baby.”
Her throat bobs. Some of the tension in her expression is nerves, and some of it’s lingering arousal. But her eyes flutter to a close as she observes, “Awesome.”
A soft peck to her lips later and I untangle myself from her embrace, tugging on her skirt so that I can settle it around her hips.
I drift lower, not stopping until it’s settled by her ankles, going so far as to kneel in front of her again.
Then, I peer up at her from the floor. “You are so beautiful, Denny. Never thought the last time I saw you in this dress, I’d have the right to be here with you like this, but I’m so grateful that I am.
“You made me a very lucky man the night you pulled my head out of my ass.”
“It’s my mission in life,” she whispers, some anxiety still coating the words, but amusement erases a good chunk of it.
“Yeah. It is.” I snag her hand. “You’re lucky we have plans or I’d eat you out as promised—”
“But I’m…”
I raise a brow at her. “You’re?”
“Well, you know.” She motions at her crotch. “Messy.”
“With me.” My smirk’s 100% smug. “Get you off that way then slide back in. Fuck, you’d be so wet and—”
“Oh, sheesh,” she warbles, knees turning molten as she slides in front of me. “Can’t we do that instead?”
Dick twitching, back in business, all-fucking-ready, I grab her hand and settle it there. “What does that tell you, Denny?” I half-taunt, watching her fingers spread as she shapes me.
“It tells me you’re oversexed.”
I snigger. “That. But what else?”
“That you’re supplementing with little blue pills.”
“Lies. What else, D?”
“That you find me attractive?” She peeps up at me as she asks. “That you like having—fuc— I mean, making…”
“Say it,” I croon. “Say it how it is.”
“Making love,” she whispers.
“Exactly.”
I’m not used to her insecurities running as rampant as this, but who the fuck am I to judge?
Some asshole didn’t post pictures of me for everyone and anyone to laugh at. All I can do is tell her that that’s bullshit, show her how beautiful she is and that no one else’s opinion matters.
“You sure you don’t want me to wear a bra?”
“If you like the idea of me dealing with a semi the whole night, keep it off.”
A gleam of mischief appears in her eyes. “You have to stay by my side the entire time. No one can think that’s for them.”
I lean into her. “You thought I was going to be anywhere else but with you?”
Her smile’s slow, faintly bashful, but more of what I’m used to with her—confident. “Just making sure we’re on the same page.”
“We definitely are.” A final kiss to her lips and I clamber to my feet, hands outstretched for her to take as I lift her up too. “You want to do this, right, D?”
Her chin dips. “Time for Oakwood to learn that if they can be mean to me, I can be meaner.”
Be still my heart.
“Atta, girl. We got this, gorgeous.”
“Yeah, I think we might.”