Chapter 33
Zayden
“…fifty-eight. Fifty-nine. Sixty.” I open my eyes and scan the room.
Where would you hide, little storm?
“Ready or not, here I come, Tempestina Mia.” A grin tugs at my mouth as I check the hallway closet, then the bathroom, the bedroom, knowing damn well she’s not in any of them.
Oh, she’s good at this, and I’m loving this too fucking much. The way she looked at me earlier with those wide eyes, sweet and manipulative as hell. She figured out my weak spot, and she’s using it.
The anticipation, the satisfaction of hunting her, knowing I get to catch her and ruin her in the best way possible, is doing crazy things to me.
I’m hard as fuck, aching with it, but I am in no rush. Because the longer I wait, the more her anticipation builds. The more desperate she becomes. The wetter she gets. I know she wants this. She’s probably hiding somewhere, soaked, just waiting for me to find her.
She’s not upstairs, and I knew that the moment I opened my eyes.
Because I always know when she’s near. No matter where we are or how quiet or loud it is.
I always feel her like a storm crashing in.
But I still looked, still played her little game.
Because what’s the point of hide and seek if you don’t actually seek?
I make my way down the stairs to the basement. The temperature drops with every step, but I barely feel it, not when my body is burning. My heart beats a little faster, but it’s not the adrenaline. It’s her.
She’s here. I know it.
“You’re making this too easy, Lunetta.” I smirk as I move toward the closet. “You know I can feel you, right?”
I lean back against the door, letting my head rest slightly against it. One foot crosses lazily over the other, like I have all the time in the world.
She wanted to play. Game on, baby.
“Luna, are you in there?”
No answer, except for the smallest intake of breath.
“What are you thinking about in there?” I whisper. “Is it me?”
I lean back a little more, and the door makes a noise under the weight of my body. “You thinking about what I’ll do to you when I open this door?”
Still nothing.
“How wet are you right now, baby? I bet you’re soaked. Probably leaking down your thighs.” I drag my knuckles across the door, imagining her flinching at the sound. My dick throbs at the idea.
“What do you want first, baby? My mouth? Fingers?” My voice dips. “You want this cock stretching your tight little pussy?” Fuck, if I don’t control myself, I’m gonna come in my pants again.
I wait, but nothing.
She’s so stubborn.
“I need to hear you say it.” I close my eyes, imagining her in there. My shirt barely covering her thighs, legs pressing together like it will stop the aching, dripping onto the floor.
“I can wait all day.” That’s a lie. The truth is I’m hanging by a fucking thread.
“But the longer you make me wait, the worse it’s gonna be when I do get my hands on you.
Might have to fuck you right here on the closet floor.
” I smirk. “Maybe that’s what you want. You want me to ruin you right where you’re hiding, don’t you? ”
I tilt my head just enough to listen, and wait.
“Use your words, Luna, or I walk away right now.”
My grip tightens on the knob as I wait for her answer.
“Everything,” she finally says.
Fuck.
I turn the knob and open the door. And there she is on the floor, knees up as she stares at me.
Lips slightly parted and her pupils blown so wide, like she’s drowning in her need.
And I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
I wish I could take a picture of her right now and cherish it forever.
I drop to my stomach on the floor, hook my arms under her thighs, and pull her toward me. I don’t wait another second before lowering my mouth to where she’s soaked and aching.
“It’s my turn to take care of this greedy pussy.” I lick every drop of her arousal, like I’ve been starving for it for years. I drag my tongue up her slit before circling slowly around her clit.
“Zayden…” She whimpers my name when I hit the perfect spot, and I press her hips down when she tries to lift them off the floor. She’s so sensitive, so needy, and I love it.
And God, that sound she makes. I’m getting addicted to it. I’m fucking addicted to her.
I suck her little bud into my mouth before sliding two fingers in, curling them until I find the spongy spot.
Her fingers fist into my hair as she lets out another gasp.
I slide my fingers deeper, and her walls clench around them. She’s so fucking warm and tight. All I can think about is what it’ll feel like when it’s my cock inside her, stretching her. Making her mine.
I want to crawl inside the place where she hides all her hurt and make it mine. I want to be the reason she doesn’t feel alone anymore.
I’m getting dizzy from it all. High on her.
My fingers move slowly inside her as I drag my tongue around her clit. She pulls my locs harder, and I groan against her skin.
I lift my eyes to look at her face, the way her eyes flutter and her lips part as she moans my name.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as she grinds against my tongue. I grin into her skin, dizzy on her scent, her taste, the heat of her wrapped around my fingers.
That’s my girl. Take what you need from me.
She lets out this soft, stuttering moan that sounds like it comes from somewhere deeper than her throat.
Her thighs are trembling as I keep stroking inside her and my tongue circles gently around her sensitive nub. Then she goes quiet, her pussy gripping my fingers. But I don’t stop. She’s riding my face, grinding against my tongue like she can’t help it.
Then she clenches around me as a shattering sound leaves her mouth. “Zayden, I…oh my God…”
She lets go, then something warm gushes against my mouth, soaking my fingers, my chin, and my chest.
Holy shit, my baby is a squirter.
“Fuck!”
“Oh my God,” she gasps, panic flashing in her voice. “I didn’t… Did I just—”
She tries to wriggle out of my grip, but I hold her down. I drag my tongue across her, catching every drop like it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted—like I’ve been dying of thirst and she’s the cure.
“Zayden, did I just pee on you… I’m—”
“Don’t you dare apologize.” I glance up at her, face soaked. “You squirted, baby, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, licking her again, just to feel her shiver.
“You’re not…grossed out?” She stares down at me, eyes wide with shock.
“Grossed out?” I grin, licking every last drop off my lips. “I want to make you do it again, and again.”
She stares down at me like she doesn’t know what to do with that. For a moment, I think she’s gonna cry, then she says, “You’re such a freak.” She chuckles.
“Yeah? Then what’s that make you, little storm?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
I push up to my knees, slide my arms around her thighs, and lift her off the floor like she weighs nothing.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you upstairs,” I say against her temple, starting toward the stairs. “I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”