Chapter 24
ZACH
I’m struggling to stay sane.
You did it for her.
All you wanted was some pussy.
That’s what my brothers will say, if they find out what’s happened between me and Maya, but I don’t care about that anymore, because this is no longer one sided.
Our feelings have rekindled and they’re impossible to resist, although it makes it difficult for me to concentrate at work.
I only have to look out of my office, and I see her.
Most times, I catch her staring at me, and then she quickly looks away. If we’re not careful, someone is going to get suspicious.
One evening, we leave the office at the same time.
It’s purely coincidental, but it’s just me and Maya.
My heart is beating too fast. We step into the elevator and find another person in it.
The doors shut, and we suffer in silence, want restrained by civil etiquette.
Standing behind the head of accounting, our fingers intertwine.
I look straight ahead, and from my periphery I see Maya does the same.
The air turns thick and loaded, like my thoughts, like my cock.
A low hum, a vibration, thrums between us. I feel her beside me. Impossible to ignore. Impossible to resist. The elevator doors slide open, and I sigh with relief when our unwanted colleague leaves and no one else enters.
It’s just the two of us now, and we turn to each other, desire and awareness tangling together.
It snaps; the self-control we’ve both been battling all day.
Our bodies smack together, my one free arm slides around her waist, pulling her to me.
Her fingers curl into my jacket, clinging like she’ll never let go.
Our hungry mouths clash, tongues lashing, breaths coming thick and fast. Her mouth is warm and familiar, dangerous too, because it makes me forget where we are.
Our kiss deepens, and my hardness presses into her with an unashamed urgency.
“Someone’s going to walk in,” she murmurs, her lips soft against mine.
“It’s a risk I’ll take.”
“It’s a risk that could get me fired. You’ll be fine.”
The realization knocks sense into me. “Then let’s not …” I smile into our kiss, breaths mingling.
She moans against me, and I wish we were in bed. In private. Alone.
“Come to dinner with me,” I beg.
She lifts her head. Blinks. “Yes.” There’s no hesitation. The certainty in her voice surprises me more than the kiss, but when I see the hunger in her eyes, I know she wants me as much as I want her.
The elevator doors open, and we quickly slap on a facade. Calm and professional on the surface, whipped by desire underneath, we leave, trying not to brush hands as we rush out, desperate to leave the Stella offices behind.
We end up at a small diner. It’s nothing fancy, and the kind of place where no one even looks up when we walk in. There’s no danger of Cecil and Katherine frequenting an establishment like this. We slide into a booth, facing one another, and close enough that our knees touch.
“Another dinner date?” I tease.
She looks at me happily, eyes dark. “Would you say this is our first date?”
I love her words, and I would say anything she asked me to. “The last one didn’t count because it wasn’t a date,” I remind her. “It was you agreeing to have dinner with me, hoping I’d stop pestering you.”
“Ah. That’s true,” she admits, sheepishly.
“And the takeout? What was that?” I ask.
“My way of saying ‘thank you’.”
“Why the change of heart?” I ask, watching her carefully. “You were so determined to keep things professional.”
Her smiling face turns serious. “I needed to keep our boundaries.”
This is what I don’t understand. We were parted so abruptly, never to see one another for so many years. I was over the moon to see her, and I still don’t understand why she wasn’t. “Why?”
Before she can answer, something soft and warm brushes between my legs, sliding up along my calf.
Maya is smiling like a vixen. Her foot slides further up, slow and deliberate, and my cock twitches in sublime happiness.
I let out a low, growl as her toes press closer, moving up and settling over the place where I’m already rock hard for her.
I try to slow down my breath, which hitches each time she strokes me through the fabric. Her eyes grow darker, and her mouth curves in a knowing smile.
“You’re having fun at my expense.”
“I’m having a lot of fun.” Her toes press down harder. “That’s a pretty large expanse.”
I huff out a breath.
“I’d like to analyze it closely sometime.” She looks at me, all innocent.
I lean across the table, “You’ll be analyzing a wet patch, if you continue.”
Her lips break out into a luscious smile, and all I can think about is having them wrapped around my length. I shiver. I still want to take things slowly, but the heat between us makes that impossible.
She doesn’t stop, and at this rate, I’m not even going to be able to order. “I mean it, Maya. I won’t be able to …”
“Can I get you guys anything?” A friendly waitress appears.
Maya peruses the menu patiently, while I struggle to regulate my breathing. She purposely makes things unbearable when her big toe skates all over my hardness. Teasing and tempting me. Taking me over the edge. Looking at her, no one would have any idea of what she’s doing.
I can’t linger anymore. “I need to go. Something urgent has come up.”
Maya gasps, and her foot stills on my crotch, but my cock now has a mind of its own, and it’s telling me that food isn’t important.
“You’re not hungry?” She’s infuriatingly coquettish, and aware of what she’s done.
“Not for food, sweetheart.” I turn to the waitress. “I’m sorry, but we need to leave. Another time, perhaps.”
“Sure.” She walks away like it’s not a big deal.
Despite saying I wanted to take things slow, I don’t see how I can, especially when I’m about to shoot my load any second now. I stand up.
“Are we going?” Maya asks, still playing the innocent virgin.
I bend down and lean into her ear. “You’ll be coming soon, if you’re not careful.”
That does it. She grabs her bag, and I grab my briefcase, using it to cover the obvious bulge in my pants.
***
MAYA
The cab ride is mercifully short. In no time at all the cab pulls up outside the Tribeca apartment.
We rush upstairs. The door closes behind us, we’re on each other. Hands everywhere, mouths desperate, clothes tugged and pushed aside in clumsy urgency. Zach backs me up against the door and we kiss like the starving teenagers who were denied these moments long ago.
I’ve been dreaming of this. Such longing for this boy who stole my heart.
I inhale his breath as his lips brush across my face, and then his face dips lower to my neck, my jawline, and lower still.
He starts to flick open the buttons to my blouse.
We’re a tangled mess of need and want, sharpened by years of deprivation, frustration gone unattended for so long and now crashing into a single, overwhelming peak.
I’m delirious with need, my fingers reaching down to undo the button and zipper of his trousers, but my hand slips lower, skating over his big, hard bulge. My insides ache, desperate for him now; for everything we’ve held back.
“Jesus, Maya,” he growls, his voice low with need. “I want to savor you and take it slow, but”
My tongue darts out and licks his lower lip. “I need you inside me now.”
He obeys, backing me towards the couch, and all the while we pull each other’s clothes off. My breaths turn shallow and fast and soon I’m standing in front of him wearing just my underwear, while he’s in his boxer briefs. We’re silent, on the edge of something that has been a long time coming.
I gasp when he quickly drags my panties down to my ankles and before I can breathe again, he’s on his knees, staring directly at my sex, his eyes fixated there.
I feel exposed and vulnerable. We’ve never been this vulnerable before.
“I’ve never seen you naked like this,” he whispers. He reaches for me, his fingers lightly tracing around my neatly trimmed hairs.
“Zach.” His name is a prayer on my tongue. His touch, electric. I quiver, shaking at the feel of him on my most intimate part. I feel my slickness gather, undeniable proof of how badly I want him.
“You’re so perfect.” His fingers slide between my folds, and my head rolls back, my hands braced on either side of his shoulders. I instinctively widen my stance.
“Zach ...” I murmur, flushed and trembling with need.
“I’ve dreamed about this moment,” he rasps, looking up at me, his shiny eyes now dark and hooded.
He slides a finger inside, watches me shiver.
He slides another one, I start to buck against him, mouth falling open as I try to contain myself.
But just then he presses his mouth against me and kisses me intimately, as tenderly as if his lips were on my mouth.
It feels too raw, too close, too … delicious.
I moan in response as my body begins to convulse.
“You taste like a dream,” he murmurs, tongue and lips pleasuring me so deeply.
“I want you inside ...” I start to edge back, about to perch on the edge of the couch.
“Not here,” he says, suddenly, standing up. He grabs my wrist and pulls me towards the bedroom, and then onto the bed.
I lie back, spreading my legs, feeling hot and dirty, watching him climb out of his boxers.
I savor the sight of his naked body as he moves around the room, finds a condom and rips the packet open.
He nears me, his cock inches from my face as he slides a condom slowly and deliberately, over his length.
A heavy throb of need shoots through me. My mouth hangs open. Something trickles down my thigh.
“I’ll try to go slow,” he murmurs, his mouth latching onto my breast, as he sucks hard again, his fingers exploring my folds.
I pant, struggling for air, as he sucks the other breast, giving it the same careful consideration. I feel like I’m having an out of body experience when his fingers thrust in and out, pleasure ripping through, almost bringing me to an edge.
“Zach ...” I whimper. “I can’t wait any more ...”
As if he’s been given the green light, he positions his body over me, his tip nudging my entrance. His eyes meet mine as he slides inside me, watching me writhe as pleasure surges through me. Our tongues meet again, dueling and thrashing as he slams in, hard and fast, over and over again.
I cry out, overcome by the rush of connection and release, of him being mine after years of wanting and waiting. My body tightens, then breaks and surrenders as the pleasure crests and spills over.