9. Chapter 9
Chapter nine
Aspen
Z ane leaves me panting, my head spinning, and my body wavering on the brink of destruction at his touch. I’m ready to crumble beneath him. Offering my virginity is the best Christmas gift I’ll ever be able to give him. Even now as I watch him with ease as he pours us each a holiday themed shot, I can think of nothing more I would like to do than drown in wave after wave of orgasms as we finally do the very thing I’ve tried to talk myself out of all night.
Against my back, the bricks surrounding the hearth are warm and welcoming, inviting my soft skin to settle in against them. I playfully swirl my fingertips gently around the hard peaks my nipples have formed, playing in the saliva left behind from Zane’s mouth. The way it felt when his tongue flicked across each one was pure bliss. Never have I ever wanted him as badly as I do right now. As I sit here playing with myself the way he instructed me to, I replay the sound of his raspy voice over and over in my head. I’m tempted, oh so very tempted, to dip a hand beneath my panties, drawing long strokes across my pulsing clit like I have to elevate the aching he ignites in me so many times before. The only thing stopping me is the way his insatiable stare holds my eyes as he makes his way over to where I wait for him.
His eyes sweep over me quickly before returning to watch as my fingers continue their motion round and round my pebbled nipples, keeping them hard and taut in anticipation of his mouth devouring them once more. I can tell from the outline of his hard cock against the soft fleece material that I have his full attention, but it doesn’t stop me from arching my back just slightly and allowing a soft moan to escape my lips.
“That’s my good girl, Aspen,” he says, rewarding me for my endeavors and handing me the double shot glass.
I eye it wearily. He’s clearly afraid of me backing out of this again, and who can blame him? I’ve done nothing but try to leave since I got here. Well, that and remind him over and over of the disapproval this will earn him from my brother.
“Bottoms up,” he offers as a toast before raising his glass to his lips and tipping it back.
I do the same, trying my best not to gag at the way the burn from the peppermint coats my throat in agony. He takes the empty glass from my hand, returning them to a safe place far away from the two of us. As he walks away, I stare at the hard, detailed, muscular lines of his back. Each one more toned and defined than when we spent all summer poolside at the country club a few short months ago. My eyes travel further down his back to where two dimples on either side of his hips indent. I suck in my breath, waiting for him to say something as he turns to catch my greedy stare. My hands have stopped swirling around my nipples and I look on eagerly as he returns, silently to tower over me in the most alluring way.
“Don’t stop,” Zane rasps, staring down at me hungrily.
I look up at him batting my eyelashes playfully, but he doesn’t give me time to respond. Instead he makes another demand. “Take off these sweatpants.”
“I will if you do,” I respond fiestilly, not missing a beat.
He cocks his head to the side as his lips sweep up into a cunning half smile. He folds his thumbs into his waistband. Each movement is slow and sensual as he slides his pants down, revealing everything.
Zane’s eyes hold my gaze until I blink to steal a downward glance. His cock is swollen as he reaches down and begins stroking himself. I can’t bring myself to look away even though I feel him watching me, as I stare at him.
“Your turn, Aspen,” he moans while gliding his hand up his thick shaft.
I slide the sweatpants down, leaving my lacy thong as the only piece of clothing remaining on my body.
“Mmmmm,” he moans. “Now touch yourself.”
I bite my bottom lip nervously, unsure but he stares me down into submission and my hand betrays me, slipping beneath the sheer fabric to draw long strokes across myself. I watch as his dick throbs in his hand, at least doubling in size. I gasp.
Zane mistakes my gasp for pleasure and smiles down at me.
“Is it going to fit?” I whisper, suddenly second-guessing if I want to go through with this or not.
“Oh, it’s going to fit. It’s going to fit because you’re going to be a good girl and relax enough for me to make it fit. Isn’t that right?” He says, arching a brow and looking at me with a smolder that could rival a movie star.
Oh my God. Did he just call me a good girl? I suddenly understand why the men in my dirty books say it all the time. I tilt my head back against the brick of the fireplace and close my eyes. It’s satisfying as hell to know he’s watching. I only wish I had his fingers touching me right now. I feel so inexperienced. I’m not really sure what to do to make this any better for him.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me right now?” He asks, when he realizes I’m not answering.
My fingers stop what they are doing and I whisper with my eyes still closed, unable to look him in the eyes with my confession. “I have never, not like this. I don’t know how to do that, Zane.”
My admission snaps something inside of him. I can feel him closing in on me. My eyes flutter open just in time to see him hovering over me. His eyes flash, lighting up to dance in the glow from the fire. “Well then,” Zane rasps. “We need to change that. Right now.”
His muscular arms wrap around my waist and then he’s hoisting me onto the thick wooden slab of the mantel. He’s moving quickly, there’s no hesitation as he grips the string on my thong and pulls it down my legs, tossing it onto the floor below. Zane’s fingers run up my legs like explorers desperate to chart every inch of my body, making me shiver with delight at the anticipation of his touch. My heart is racing in my chest. When his lips land against my knee, I hold my breath. This is really happening. He kisses my leg softly; trailing his kisses like a wildfire spreading up my inner thigh, pausing only to let his hot breath land against my pussy. It’s too much. My back arches and my head tilts back into the wall. I wait on pins and needles to feel his lips against my skin. He’s tormenting me, leaving my body agonizing over the thought. Instead Zane turns his head and kisses his way down to my knee on the opposite leg.
“Put your feet up on my shoulders, gorgeous.” He instructs, his mouth moving with devilish delight.
“But—“ I start to protest.
Zade’s finger lands against my lips as his body fills the space between my legs. I can feel the heat radiating from him. His chest pressed against my entrance as he leans in to growl against my ear. “Be a good girl and put your feet up on my shoulders, Aspen.”
I do exactly as he instructs, too wrapped up in him to fight the urge to listen to his sinfully-addictive, silky smooth voice. It’s a good thing I wax religiously, otherwise I might be too embarrassed to allow any of this right now.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers in a husky voice.
The next thing I know his mouth is on my aching pussy. His tongue drags across me and I cry out in pleasure, surprising myself. His tongue slides over and around my clit sending my body soaring over the edge. I moan, unable to control myself from reacting. I’ve never felt a pleasure as good as this before. My breath is hitched and ragged as his tongue works me over. Zane sucks my clit between his lips, then his tongue flicks across it, driving me closer and closer to new heights of pleasure. Is this what I’ve been missing out on? I never want it to stop.
“That’s my girl. Beg me to make you come,” he rumbles, pausing for a moment.
“Please, Zane” I whisper.
“Please, what, Aspen?” He taunts. “I want to hear you beg me for it.”
“Please make me come.” I beg, giving into his demands. “I want to know how it feels.”
He moans. I never knew words could turn a man on like this. I thought for sure these types of things were completely fictional. “Anything for my girl.”
“You’re going to experience an intense and overwhelming desire to be filled. When that happens, just tell me and I’ll walk you through the rest.” Zane doesn’t give me time to ask questions. He resumes dragging his tongue across my sensitive pussy.
“Zane,” I moan again, lifting my hips toward him as a wave of pleasure washes over me.
“Yes,” he answers without pulling his mouth from my pussy.
“I’m there,” I gasp.
I can feel the tip of his finger press against my entrance, and I’ve never wanted anything inside of me as bad as I want his finger right now. I feel so dirty, so depraved, and yet I can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on all this time.
My body is enraptured with delight at his touch. The moment his finger slides into me, I can feel the pressure building. I want so badly to let go of everything. To allow myself to burst and when I hear Zane’s voice so husky and deep, filled with the need to teach me everything I’m about to learn. I lose all self-control, listening only to his instructions, forcing my body to do everything he says.
“Take a deep breath and relax, Aspen.” He rasps. “I’m going to—oh my God.” His voice is filled with surprise.
“What is it, Zane?’ I ask, immediately panicking that I’ve done something wrong.
“It’s just,” he stutters. “It’s just, have you? Are you? Aspen... is this your first time?” He finally manages to ask.
I bite down on my bottom lip and nod looking at him innocently. “I’ve been saving myself for you,” I reply, my voice more sultry than I meant for it to be.
The noise that comes out of his mouth next is something that I’ve only read about in my dirty book collection. It’s a wild, savage, unhinged growl that tears through his chest before erupting from his lips and then he’s buried in my aching pussy. His finger sliding in and out building up all kinds of pressure in my lower belly. All I can think about is how good each stroke feels, and then I feel the pressure and stretch of him sliding a second finger inside.
“Just relax, it’s going to feel unpleasant for a minute, but I need to stretch your tight pussy out to make room for me, or I’ll never fit inside. You’re so fucking tight,” He groans.
I do my best to relax, stealing sips of air as I close my eyes and drop my knees open.
He’s moaning into my pussy and then I feel it. The pressure inside of me is so intense. I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t let something out of me. I gasp for air, then hold my breath. I can’t breathe. Every last bit of my body is overcome with pleasure, my eyes roll back and I pant. His fingers thrust into me deep and then I break and crumble. I come hard, like the walls of a dam breaking down and I flood his fingers and his mouth with my cum.
“That’s my good girl,” he moans, licking up my cum and pulling his finger free with a splash.
I’m in a euphoric bliss. It’s as if I’ve died and gone to heaven. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s floating in a dream-like-state of pure ecstasy. Rhythmically, my pussy continues to throb its way over the moon and right into paradise as he drags his fingers through my cum to swirl around my sensitive clit. I gasp as I ride a wave of joy until another orgasm pulses through my body.
Zane pulls away slowly. “I think that’s enough of this.”
As I come down from my high, the fog in my brain begins to fade and I find myself second-guessing things once again. I shouldn’t have let it get this far to begin with, but the good news is that we haven’t gone all the way yet. I can still stop myself from allowing that to happen. I shouldn’t be doing any of this. I should have walked home hours ago. Even now I could have kept my clothes on, and I could have shut him down instead of going along with everything. Breck is going to be so angry, and my parents, they are going to ground me for lying.
“I think I should go. I never should have let this happen,” I whisper in a panic.
Zane bristles with agitation. He’s clearly upset by my reaction. “You don’t need to regret allowing yourself to be happy for a change.”
I shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze. “That’s not it, Zane. It’s just that we shouldn’t be doing this. What the fuck were we thinking?”
“Shouldn’t be doing this?” He runs his hands through his hair annoyed. “What were we thinking? How can you even talk like that, Aspen? We were thinking of finally giving in to us, or so I thought?” His finger lands against my lips, preventing me from replying. “Now, I don’t want to hear another word about how you have regrets, or the many reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this. Do you understand?” His tone is edgy and dangerous as if he’s on the brink of losing control.
I nod my head yes.
“We’ve started this, and we are going to finish this.” He says, helping me down from the mantle.
Zane pulls me against his naked body, his dick presses against my stomach as he holds me in his arms, offering a small taste of reassurance. “I think I’m going to have to tie you up so you can’t try to leave on me.”
I bite my lip, feeling my cheeks heat with blush. It’s far too embarrassing to think about the way his words make my heart race and my pussy ache. As much as I want to tell him, I’m too afraid to admit I would like it. The thought of being restrained like that while he takes everything he wants, is more than I can handle. I don’t say anything, all I can do is nod my head in agreement.
“Would you like that, Aspen? Want me to tie you up? Do I need to force you to stay so that you stop feeling so guilty?”
“Yes,” I answer, my voice barely audible, as my entire body trembles with excitement.
His hands stroke my face then he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and tilts my chin until I’m looking at him. “Be a good girl and tell me, Aspen. Tell me you consent to being tied up, and to everything that will happen after that.”
My voice wavers as I repeat everything he just said to me. “I consent, Zane, to everything.”
His greedy hands tangle in my hair and then his lips are on mine, kissing me deeply. Zane’s kiss is full of passion and desire. He’s starving for me and not afraid to show it.
“That’s my good girl. Go sit down while I look for something to tie you up with.” He rasps against my lips.