Chapter 2 #2
for the noisy jungle to hide the sound. Humid air hit my lower belly,
and I wasted no time slipping my fingers under the top edge of my
cotton panties while I stared at Zach stroking himself.
His hand worked
faster and his breathing became shallower, but he was still eerily
quiet. I needed to catch up because he was leaving me far behind, so
I pushed my index finger straight into my slickness, swallowing my
groan as I realized how drenched with need I had become. Pulling my
hand back, I dragged my finger over my clit and my hips jerked
slightly, causing more creaking from the hammock. I held absolutely
still for a moment, panicked that I would interrupt Zach’s
moment, but he was completely ignoring me.
With a soft sigh,
I rubbed over my clit again. It felt so good I had to suck in a
lungful of oxygen. God, it had never been that sensitive. Never felt
that gratifying. But then again, I had never secretly masturbated
with a gorgeous stranger laying just a few feet away from me, while I
watched him pleasure himself with complete indifference to his
surroundings.
Confident that
either Zach had no clue what I was doing, or he just didn’t
care, I started to move my finger over my clit again, but I
immediately went still when Zach lazily turned his head my way,
letting me know at that moment… he had been aware the entire
time what I was doing to myself. His own hand stilled, and he stared
at me with the fire flickering in his eyes.
“ Does it
feel good? What you’re doing to yourself?” His voice was
avidly curious, and it occurred to me… maybe he’d never
seen a woman do this before.
I blinked at him
in surprise and started to remove my hand from my panties.
“ Don’t,”
he commanded me harshly. “Don’t stop what you’re
doing. I can tell you’re aroused. I can smell it, and I can
practically hear your blood humming.”
My hand stayed
put, but I didn’t move. I was frozen in shame that I had been
busted.
“ I ask
again, Moira… does what you are doing to your body feel good?
Good like what I’m doing to mine?” he asked as he
languidly pumped his cock a few times.
“ Yes,”
I whispered as I pressed my finger down hard against myself. “It
feels really good.”
“ Then you
may continue,” he said simply, turning his face away from me
again to look at the sky. His hand resumed stroking himself, slowly,
as if starting his pleasure all over again.
Watching him for
a moment, I was stunned at his lack of interest in what I was doing.
I remember thinking that I was pretty certain any red-blooded,
American man would never turn his face away from a woman intimately
touching herself.
Strangely, I
found his indifference to me completely unsatisfying.
Completely wrong.
Part of me wanted
to remove my hand from between my legs and just go to sleep in
frustrated silence. But as my clit throbbed against my finger, I
decided that the sweet release I would give myself would be more
greatly appreciated by my body.
So my hand
started moving again, and I rubbed in slow circles, skirting the
outside edges of my most-sensitive flesh. I watched Zach as I touched
myself, noticing that he started to move his own hand faster,
twisting at the base and then rubbing his thumb over the swollen head
on his upward strokes.
Pressing in
closer to my clit, I skimmed over the top, occasionally sinking a
finger deep into myself. I finally decided to give myself two
fingers, and when I pushed them into my slickness, I couldn’t
stop the deep groan that slithered its way out of my throat.
Zach’s head
snapped to the side in response to the noise I emitted, and his eyes
were wide and curious as he stared at me. I found his attention now
to be overwhelmingly sinful. Completely ignoring the consequences of
what this could all mean for our working relationship going forward,
I started to rub myself furiously, completely giving way to the
sensations. My hips bucked against my hand and I moaned repetitively
with every stroke I gave myself, never taking my eyes off Zach.
Once again, we
stared at each other across the fire, our gazes filled with lust and
challenge.
Zach’s eyes
narrowed as he watched me, his hand moving more roughly against his
flesh as he tugged and pulled on himself. And I felt vindication when
he finally lost a little bit of that steely control, and a loud huff
of breath pushed out of his mouth. He immediately sucked back in more
air to replace it, his chest heaving as he started to become lost to
his own pleasure. It was the first time he made a sound in the two
times I had watched him engaged in sexual activity, and I felt
womanly pride that it occurred in response to my own sexual pleasure.
“ Mmmm,”
I moaned out into the thick, night air to see how much further out of
control I could make him. “Feels so good.”
Zach rewarded me
by groaning loudly in response, and his back arched slightly from the
ground.
I was amazed.
Titillated. So very turned on.
My sensuality was
ramping up Zach’s pleasure… making him lose himself.
This was a complete change from his measured discipline as he had sex
with that woman the other night. And watching Zach start to come
undone solely because he was watching me and hearing me come undone,
fueled me on.
My breaths came
out in harsh pants, my hips gyrated against my hand, and I didn’t
hold back a single sound as I raced faster and faster to what I knew
was going to be a shattering explosion.
More fluid leaked
from the tip of Zach’s cock and, after an especially hard pull
on his shaft, he actually started grunting with every stroke.
It was music to
my ears and obliterated the last barrier to my release. My entire
body stiffened as my orgasm tore through me. I cried out hoarsely
into the night, my back bowing up awkwardly in the hammock, while
Zach’s glittering gaze drank up every bit of my reaction. I
watched as his heavy balls pulled inward and tightened, and while
tiny aftershocks pulsed through my body, Zach threw his head back,
lifted his butt off the ground, and shouted out his release to the
stars as he came.
Semen jetted out
of the tip of his cock, flowing over his hand, splashing on his
stomach, while he still worked his shaft. He gave another loud groan
and squeezed his eyes tight, before finally releasing the hold he had
on himself.
I watched in
complete astonishment as his body immediately settled down. In the
firelight, I was able to see his chest was rising and falling
quickly, as well as the pulse in his neck hammering his life’s
blood through his arteries. But otherwise, he remained absolutely
still and quiet.
I gently removed
my hand from between my legs, refastening my zipper and button. My
gaze didn’t leave Zach, but he never looked back at me again.
Keeping the one hand behind his head and the other one still soaking
wet with his release across his stomach, he merely closed his eyes
and went to sleep.
I pull my head away
from its resting perch on the cab window and blink to clear those
sinful memories out of my head. Shame courses through me as I think
about what I did.
What more I still
want to do with Zach.
Dr. Moira Reed,
respected anthropologist and associate professor at Northwestern
University. Given an extremely generous grant from Randall Cannon,
philanthropist, multi-billionaire and godfather to Zacharias Easton,
in order to collect him from the Amazon and help him acclimate to
life here.
The only thing I’ve
taught him so far is what it’s like to watch a woman
masturbate. While technically, our culture’s sexual differences
are something that Zach would eventually learn about, I’m sure
Randall envisioned that coming from a textbook and not from a bird’s
eye view of watching me perform.
If Randall ever
found out about that little interlude, he would be furious I’m
sure. It would not only mean the loss of the grant he is giving me so
I can publish my work with Zach, but it would probably mean the loss
of my career if he wanted to really punish me for corrupting his
godson.
God, I’m such
an idiot. I vow to myself that I have to maintain an absolute
professional distance with Zach going forward. My career is too
important to risk on something that is so far outside the bounds of
decency.