Chapter Sixteen
Misty
What am I doing? I know this is nothing but a disaster waiting to happen, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Zep since he left last night. And I haven’t been able to put out the flame burning in my belly, either.
“Well, hello,” Zep says as he opens the door just as I reach the top of his porch.
Barbara and Walt came to get Bernie not even fifteen minutes ago, and I couldn’t wait. I’m actually surprised he’s awake because it’s ten in the morning.
“Figured I’d be seeing you tonight, not this morning.”
My heart pounds in my chest, and my head screams to run away. To protect myself because there’s no happy ending to this. And I’m not sure I can really keep myself detached as much as I say I do.
“It’s not a bad time?” I ask. My mouth is suddenly dry, and I feel like I might pass out.
He smiles and moves to let me into the house. “Now’s perfect.”
The door shuts, and I resolve to not let myself fall for this man. No matter how good he may be in the bedroom. “No strings, right?”
A shadow crosses his face, but he just nods. “Of course.”
Something in his response makes me pause. Is this a mistake? I’m about to say something about this being a bad idea when he presses me against the back of the door and kisses me. His lips on mine make me forget everything I was about to say.
“Do you want me?”
I nod and then pout when he pulls away, my body leaning toward him for more. “What’s wrong?”
Is this a joke? He gets me revved up to turn me down? Tell me to go back home and call up Rob for a second round of pathetic-ness?
“Say it, Misty.”
“Say it?”
I sound like an idiot, but the blood isn’t exactly rushing toward my brain right now. I’d rather be stripped naked and ravaged.
“I’m not going to touch you again until you say it. Say you want me.”
It seems like such an odd request considering I walked over here to take him up on his offer, but I’ll say whatever he needs because I don’t just want him to fuck me. I need him to.
“I want you, Zeppelin Molloy.”
His lips claim mine again, and our mouths move as though we’re in a duel with the other. A fight of passion I haven’t felt in a long time. If ever.
I knew his fingers were magical after last night, but feeling them on my skin as he slowly lifts my shirt, pulling it over my head and onto the entryway floor makes me pant.
If he doesn’t do something more than kiss me soon, I might just explode. Every inch of skin is nothing but nerve endings firing off with every touch. Every graze. Every kiss.
He unclasps my bra and drags it slowly down my arms until it, too, drops on the floor. A wicked smile appears on his face as he bends down to kiss my bare chest. His tongue flicks my nipple while his right hand twists my other one, and I can’t stop the moan.
“So gorgeous,” he murmurs against my skin.
The girls are nothing special. Not too big but not too small. Nothing to write home about but still something to play with. But hearing Zep’s approval makes the skin on my chest flush, the heat creeping up to my face.
I need more. So much more. I reach out to slide his leather off his shoulders, hoping this isn’t breaking some kind of biker code. It’s not a flag, but I don’t want to ruin the moment if it’s a sign of disrespect to let it touch the floor.
It must not be because he doesn’t stop it. In fact, he helps me by ripping his shirt over his head to showcase his extremely muscular, extremely toned torso. With one nipple ring.
He presses his body against mine, his lips on mine again, and he feels good. Hard. Masculine.
“Zep,” I say. “I don’t want to ruin things, but I really need us to move faster.”
“Faster?” Zep asks, pulling back and quirking his eyebrow.
I’ve never imagined myself with a man like Zeppelin before I met him, and now all I want to know is what it’s like. “I’ve been aching since you left last night. I’m all for slow and sensual, but can we do that after you show me what you’re really good at?”
A glint of insecurity flashes in his eyes. “You weren’t satisfied?”
“In the moment, yes. But I need more. I need all of you.”
Picking me up, he carries me bridal style up the stairs, and when I see his bed—freshly made—I want to cry. Finally.
He lays me down and helps me out of my jeans, and I kick myself for not wearing something easier to take off and which doesn’t require shimmying to get out of. My panties come next, followed by his jeans.
No boxers.
My eyes widen as he reaches for the nightstand to grab a condom. I felt him last night, so I thought I had a good idea of what I was getting.
I was wrong.
“Everything okay?” Zep asks, sliding the condom on while he smirks knowingly at me.
“I suspect you hear this a lot, but you’re huge.”
“Scared?”
Shaking my head, I bite my lower lip. “Excited.”
His lips crash onto mine, and our tongues tangle as he joins me on the bed. God, he has a strong tongue, and the ache between my legs turns into a burning throb as I imagine how great it would feel below my waist. How quickly he could make me come.
He reaches between my legs to feel me, no doubt to test how ready I am, and he lets out a growl. “You’re ready.”
“I’m about to combust,” I correct.
Moving between my legs, he spreads them wider before placing his head at my entrance. I can’t help but watch as he slowly enters me, each inch filling and stretching me, making me hiss with unexpected pleasure.
I knew he’d feel good, but this is beyond that. “You okay?”
“I’m great,” I say with a giggle.
“Is this how you imagined I’d feel inside you?” he asks, his hips moving slow and deliberately.
“Better. Much better.”
“Same, baby.”
Reaching up, I cup his face and look him dead in the eyes. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but I really, really need you to fuck me right now, Zep. Hard. Fast. Please.”
He bites his lip, and he smiles as he lowers his chest to mine, his left hand bracing himself beside my head while his right squeezes my breast. He twists my nipple and tugs as he begins hammering into me.
I hate begging. It’s borderline degrading, but he already saw my desperation last night.
The anguish I was in. And showing up fifteen minutes after Bernie left because I needed him more than oxygen and being unable to wait until the evening should tell him I’m in an even worse situation than last night.
He releases my nipple to hike my leg up over his hip, and then he slides a hand up my throat, squeezing slightly. It makes me a little lightheaded, but I know there’s nothing to be concerned about. I can still breathe, and it’s so damn sexy.
His cock hits every spot I crave, and I reach out to grab onto his ass, pulling him even closer with every forward thrust. I need him as deep as possible.
“Fuck, you like it dirty, don’t you?”
All I can manage is a whimper as the orgasm washes over me, my fingernails digging into his skin. I come hard around him, and I cry out, thankful I don’t need to worry about waking anyone like I did last night. I can let it all out.
Zep slows and locks eyes with me as his hand leaves my throat to tug on my nipple again. “That didn’t take long. Your date really shit the bed last night.”
My cheeks flush. “I, uh, normally take longer than that. Usually have to be finished off after the guy finishes.”
There’s that damn smirk again. The cocky one that normally makes me want to slap him. Now that I know why he’s so damn arrogant, I just want to kiss him instead. “Really?”
“Really,” I say and let out a moan as he expertly rolls his hips to hit spots few before him have ever reached. “You weren’t lying.”
“About?”
“What you’re really good at. Fuck,” I mutter and arch my back.
His tongue slides over his lips, and he stares at me with that intense gaze. I don’t know how he manages it, but he turns me on even more. “I want to make you feel good, Misty. Help in the ways no one else does.”
I’m learning there are so many sides to this man. I’ve heard enough stories to know there’s a scary side I don’t really want to see in person. But he’s also caring. Sweet. Tender. And he’s good with Bernie.
Oh God, I’m screwed. There’s no way I can be satisfied with just a week. That we can be just friends after this. But it’s too late now to worry about.
If I didn’t know about his ex, I’d think he could fall for me, too. But I’m just a placeholder. The person warming his bed until Chanel comes back around. I just pray she gives me this week. I need this week.
He flips us over, and I get to take control. I smirk at him as I realize it’s my turn to show him the skills I have.
“This is a great view,” he says, flicking my nipples with a wide smile.
Bending forward, I kiss his neck as I roll my hips and grind my clit against him. “What’s your favorite position?”
“Probably every guy’s favorite.”
A small sigh comes from him as I suck on his pulse point. Something I hadn’t realized felt so good until he nipped at mine last night, and I’m happy to know he likes it just as much.
“Is that right? And here I thought you were different than most men.”
“I fuck better than most, that’s for sure.”
“From my relatively limited experience in comparison, I’d have to agree,” I say and climb off him.
He frowns and reaches for me. “Where are you going?”
“A variation of your favorite position.”
The surprised gasp as I turn around and lower myself onto him, facing away, makes my confidence soar. He’s not the only one who can make the other feel good.
“This is also a great view.”
I’ve never wanted to please someone so much in my entire life. Instead, I move the way I know he needs, pushed along as his hands massage my ass cheeks. The rhythm of his squeezes matches my own, and I know he likes it even though I can’t see him.
Moving faster, I bring myself to the edge, too, loving the spots his cock hits as I rotate my hips. I just wish he’d make more noise. Say something. Tell me how much he loves it.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he finally says.
“Thought maybe I was losing you,” I manage to say as my muscles begin to tense.
He chuckles. “Mesmerized by the view. God, you’re so fucking sexy, Misty. Ride my cock. Give me everything you’ve got.”
And give him everything I’ve got is just what I do. I roll my hips, taking him in fast and deep, and as much as I try to hold off, I can’t. My orgasm takes over, and I brace myself on his thick thighs as I spin out of control, my pussy clenching around him.
Just as I come down, he grabs onto my hips to hold me still as he thrusts harder and faster than I thought physically possible. He takes what he needs, and I look over my shoulder to watch him.
“Misty!”
It comes out through gritted teeth before his mouth drops open. With two more thrusts, he stills, and falls back to the bed, his arms at his sides.
“Wow.”
My legs shake as I climb off of him, and I agree. “Yeah. Wow.”
He pulls the full condom off and tosses it into a wastebasket before pulling me down to lie with him. We’re both sweating and panting, and I’ve never felt sexier.
“It’s funny,” he says and laughs as I rest my head on his chest.
“What is?”
“You’re so sassy and bossy, but in bed, you’re good at submitting. And you like it a little dirty.”
Smirking, I know I’m blushing. “It’s new. I’ve never been like that before. But then again, I’ve always had to take control.”
“Been with a lot of guys who don’t know what to do with what they’ve got?”
“Basically,” I say and laugh.
“Satisfied?”
I look up at him and give him a cocky grin of my own. “For now.”
This earns an eyebrow cock that makes me giggle. “For now?”
“I have a week of being a single woman. Unless you’ve got plans.”
“I get an entire week with you?”
Nodding, I bite my lower lip. “If you want.”
“What about work?”
“Covered.”
“Fuck, you’re going to need a wheelchair by the time we’re done, baby.”
His lips find mine, and this time, it’s slow and sensual. Now that I’ve finally found the release I’ve had pent up for weeks—probably months, even—we can take our time.
Yep. This is going to end terribly. But at least it’ll be a hell of a fun ride while it lasts.