Chapter 5 #2
“All you have to do is what I tell you to do,” he said, again in that same low voice that he could see made her quiver. “You have no responsibilities here, Romily. All that’s required is that you take my cock how I give it to you, come when I tell you to, and say stop if that’s what you want.”
She swayed slightly in his hold. But she still didn’t step back or push away. She seemed as mesmerized by his gaze, or his words, or maybe all of this between them as he felt himself.
The danger she presented to him only grew, but there was no possibility that he was going to follow his rules and walk away from this. From her.
Romily seemed more than worth a few broken rules.
The taste of her alone was going to keep him going for a long, long time.
But they weren’t finished.
“Do you understand?” he asked her, in a steady voice, as if he wasn’t torturing himself already with all the things he wanted to do to her lovely little body.
She swallowed, her eyes big. “I keep thinking that I should object to this, but I’m already naked and I already…
” Her eyes skated down to the front of his jeans, where he was even harder now.
And where the fabric was damp from the way she had mouthed him through the denim.
“And I was staring at you through the window. So I guess —”
“Romily.”
Her name was a command and her eyes immediately went wide. And stopped talking. She was that responsive.
She was perfect—but only if she wanted to be here.
“You want to go? Go.” He said it gently enough, but he meant it.
“The only thing that I want holding you here is how badly you want to know what it’s like to feel me so deep inside you that you can’t breathe.
So badly that you’ll obey my rules, not because I’m a power-hungry douche but because they’ll make what we do that much better.
If you don’t want that, you don’t have to stay.
I’ll make sure you get home safe, no harm and no foul. ”
Zachery saw the hint of ghosts in her eyes then, and he hated that. But he knew his way around ghosts. Better yet, he knew exactly how to exorcise them. So he waited, as her body quivered and he watched her battle her own instincts.
Her own fears.
Like the brave little thing he already knew she was.
“I want to stay,” she said, quietly. After a long while.
And when he lifted a brow, her breath feathered out of her lips.
She made a sound that was almost like a gasp, but she soldiered on.
“I mean, I want you to fuck me. I want to come when and if you tell me. I want to obey.” Her eyes went shy, but she didn’t hide them. “I want all those things, Zachary.”
His name in her mouth, giving him that consent, was better than whole orgasms with other women. But he wasn’t going to think about that just then. Not if he wanted this to last, and he did.
He wanted to make this epic for her.
Maybe not only for her.
“Good girl,” he rumbled at her instead, keeping his voice dark, so he could watch the way she reacted to him.
Keeping her on edge.
He pushed away from the door at his back and he shifted her around with him, guiding her over to stand in the center of that big, wide window.
She was already trembling, and he knew it was need. He could smell it.
“I want you to look down at your life,” he told her as he held her there before the window. “When I’m inside of you, fucking you silly, I want you to think about the fact that nothing is ever going to be the same.”
He watched her take that in, watched her amber eyes widen and her throat move.
“Do you want it to be the same?” he asked.
She was already shaking her head. “No.”
Satisfied, he moved across the darkness of his living room and fished out a condom from the stash he kept in the side table.
Because a wise man was always prepared to entertain, and sometimes he liked to use condoms with women he knew were clean like him, and protected besides, just to keep them guessing and unsure.
Games were games.
Zachary came back and stood in front of her so he was blocking the view, but he didn’t touch her. Not yet. He held her gaze as he reached down and shoved his jeans over his hips.
Then he took his cock in his fist, and rolled the condom down for a snug fit that he knew was going to help him get them where he wanted them to go.
Because he had a feeling Romily was going to feel so good clenched tight around him that he’d want to empty himself inside her immediately this first time.
He really had wanted her for much too long.
“Once I fuck you,” he gritted out, “that’s the end of it. You got that, right?”
“The end of what?” she whispered.
He reached over and tapped one finger to her temple. Once. Again. “Him. In here.” He held her gaze, hard. “We’re going to fuck, he’s going to be gone, and anything that happens after that is yours. Only yours. You understand?”
She sucked in a breath that sounded a little too close to a sob, but he was okay with that. Tears didn’t scare him. On the contrary.
“I understand,” she said, her voice little more than a breath.
He was good with that, too.
Zachary moved closer, bent down, then hauled her up and off her feet.
He held her there, high against his chest, until she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Only then did ease his grip and slide his hands down to her hips.
Then over the curve of her sweet ass so he could delve into that soft, hot slit between as she wrapped herself around him.
He held her like that, pleased to feel how wet her pussy was. How silky sweet she’d already gotten for him, because she’d need it. She was built narrow and he was a big man.
And he had every intention of making sure that she took all of him.
“You’re not going to say a single word,” he told her then, in a gravelly tone. “Unless it’s the word stop . You can make noise. You can cry, scream, sob. You can dig your fingers into me. Bite me if you want. But no words, Romily.”
His voice was stern and he could feel the rush of wet heat that caused.
So he continued. “The only thing you have to think about this is cock, and how it’s going to split you in half.”
She shuddered at that, already halfway there, and he grinned as he lowered her down and finally nudged his way into the slick heat of her pussy.
He did that a little while, another indulgence, drinking in the way she shuddered and squirmed, as if she couldn’t decide if she was trying to get closer or farther away from him.
And then, when she was moving against him in a way he found cute tonight— though it might have invited a punishment at another time— he found that slick entrance, spread her thighs even wider, and began working his way in.
She was even tighter than he’d imagined. So astonishingly tight. Tight and hot and slick and he took his time, bringing her down a little further, inch by inch. Then lifting her again, like he could do it all night. Like he could keep this slow push and retreat forever.
Like it wasn’t testing him at all, feeling her clench so hard around him, like a plush little fist.
He heard her breathing go ragged. He could see the way her pulse thundered in her neck.
And he could feel that answering roar in him.
Slowly, slowly, Zachary fucked his way in deep. And he kept going until she was slicked with a fine sheen of perspiration, her head tipped forward with her mouth on his shoulder, making low and guttural groans that seemed to wire directly into him, lighting him up.
She was even more electric than he’d imagined.
Maybe later he would have to take a look at that. Maybe later he would have to do a lot of things, but he couldn’t let himself think about that now. Not now, with Romily such a sweet, soft weight in his arms and her lush pussy clenched so tight and well around him.
When he was not a small man.
He seated himself inside her, all the way to the root, and he waited. For her breath to settle a little. For her to recover a little bit while he filled her so completely.
For her to adjust to him, the way he could tell she needed to.
And she did, brave little thing that she was, panting it out against his shoulder. He felt her make a hundred tiny shifts to accommodate him and as she did, he could feel her relax around his cock, making everything that much hotter.
Then, almost as if she couldn’t help herself, she blew out a breath and lifted up her head to look him in the eye.
Bolder than she thought, his little bird.
That was when he began to move.
And he wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t sweet. He gripped her ass hard and then he moved her up and down on his cock, like a sex toy.
Zachary knew exactly how strong he was, and exactly how to move her so that he could hit her everywhere it felt good and deep and right there on the verge of too much—as long as it felt .
Again and again and again.
Because this part was about the fucking.
This was about the journey. The thrust and the retreat, the slick way he used her to fuck him, like they were both part of the same machine.
Some people were always in a rush to the finish, but that wasn’t sex as far as Zachary was concerned. He liked to fuck. He liked to make it last.
He liked to hang out on that edge and see how long it took to break.
She moaned something, and he grinned, feeling wild with all this intensity, and the way she felt draped around him, like he’d carved her into being straight out of his best fantasies.
“No coming until I tell you,” he reminded her. “And no words, little bird. All you have to do is hold on and let me make you fly.”
She tilted her head back and he could see her, then. All of her. The mad passion in her eyes, bright like gold. The way she couldn’t quite get her mouth to close over the way she was breathing out those moans of hers.
The way she gripped him, her thighs around his torso and her arms around his neck, those round breasts of hers scraping their way across him with every deep thrust.
He could also see how much she wanted to speak.
Maybe almost as much as she wanted to come, quivering around him the way she was.
“You better hold on tight,” he gritted out at her. “I’ve needed to fuck you like this for a long, long time, Romily. This is going to take a while.”