20. Zora #2
He leans forward and I pull them both over his head and throw them away.
The tattoos across his chest and arms dance when he breathes.
I press my palms against his skin and feel his heart slamming my right hand.
I kiss his neck, drag my teeth across his collarbone, and he tips his head back against the couch and exhales through his teeth.
"Hold on a sec," I mumble, realizing this won't really work if my jeans are on.
I climb off his lap and stand in front of him.
He watches me with hooded eyes as I unbutton my jeans and push them down my legs and step out of them.
My underwear goes next, sliding down my legs until I'm bare and his eyes are locked on my pelvis.
"I want to see you," I tell him, hooking my finger into the waistband of his jeans. "All of you."
He unbuckles his belt and lifts his hips and shoves his jeans and boxers down together, kicking them off his feet. His boots thud under the coffee table and he's bare, rock hard and looking delicious.
His hands reach for me the second I'm within range, pulling me back onto his lap. I straddle him again, bare skin on bare skin, and the heat of his cock slides between my thighs and makes my whole body flush.
"Shit," I hiss as his hand slides between us and his fingers find my soft lips. He presses two against my clit and rubs and my hips buck forward into his palm.
"You're drenched," he says, his mouth on my neck.
"What did you expect, Kaz?" I whimper, twitching as he rubs me. "You do this to me."
He pulls his hand away and reaches for the empty beer bottle sitting on the coffee table. He holds it up and looks at me and the darkness in his eyes sends a current straight through my center.
"Do you trust me?" he asks.
"With everything," I tell him.
He brings the bottle between my thighs. The glass is cool against my skin and I shiver when he runs the neck of it along my slit, pressing the smooth rounded neck against my entrance without pushing in. He holds it there, teasing, watching my face.
"What are you doing?" I ask, smirking at him. This is new, and somewhat arousing.
"Gonna experiment," he says, toying with me. The bottle teases my lips, swirls around my clit, then dips back between my thighs.
When he grabs the neck of it and presses the butt against my entrance, I gasp, but it doesn't stop him.
My hands shoot to his shoulders as he starts pushing it in, pumping it slowly in shallow thrusts to spread my moisture across the glass.
It's cold and hard, and it barely fits and my God, is it incredible.
"Oh, holy fuck, what are you doing?" I gasp, feeling my body already growing toward orgasm.
"Right there?" he asks, a grin pulling at his mouth for the first time all night.
"Oh, my God, it's huge," I groan, almost letting my eyes flutter shut.
"Look at me," he says. "Keep your eyes on me."
I force my eyes open and hold his gaze. He thrusts the bottle upward, holding that angle, as his free hand comes up and his thumb presses against my clit and starts rubbing.
I'm rocking on his lap, grinding into the pressure.
Never in my life have I let any man use a toy on me, much less a beer bottle to fuck me but I would let him do anything he wants to me.
"Oh, God," I pant, pressing my forehead against his. "I'm so fucking close."
"Then come for me." He picks up the pace with the bottle and presses his thumb harder. "Let me feel it, Zora."
The orgasm tears through me from the inside out.
My walls clamp down on the glass in pulsing waves and a scream rips out of my chest. My hips buck against his hand and my thighs lock around his waist. I'm shaking, gripping his shoulders, riding every contraction while he holds the bottle inside me and keeps his thumb moving until the last aftershock fades and I collapse against his chest panting.
Kazimir pulls the bottle out and sets it on the table. His fingers are on me before I've caught my breath, stroking through the wetness between my thighs, keeping me buzzing. I whimper against his shoulder and my hips twitch into his hand.
"Sensitive?" he asks.
"Everything is sensitive right now." I bite his earlobe. "Every part of me is on fire because of you."
He slides two fingers inside me and curls them forward and my tits arch into his chest. He dips in the moisture and plays in it, spreading it all over me again, and the whole time I twitch and jolt.
"I need to be inside you," he says against my ear. "Right now."
"Then stop talking and do it."
He pulls his fingers out and pulls me forward by my hips then positions himself at my entrance.
I reach down and wrap my hand around him and guide him in, sinking down in one drop that takes every inch.
The fullness after the bottle is different, warmer, thicker, alive and pulsing inside me.
I feel him slide so deep it makes my toes curl and my breath catch.
"Oh, my God," I breathe, grinding down and feeling him hit bottom. "You're so deep."
"You're still so tight after that bottle," he says, his fingers digging into my hips. "It's hot as fuck, you letting me do that to you." He grins against my mouth as he kisses me and I start panting as he starts pumping.
I brace my hands on the back of the couch behind his head and ride him.
His hands grab my hips and pull me down on every stroke, and the angle puts him so deep that every thrust hits the spot inside me that turns my brain off.
I roll my hips and clench around him on the downstroke and he groans and his head falls back.
"You feel incredible," I tell him, my mouth against his ear. "I think about this every night when I'm lying in bed alone."
"Yeah?" His hands tighten on my hips and he drives up to meet me. "What do you think about?"
"About the way you fill me up." I roll my hips and squeeze and he curses under his breath. "About the sounds you make when you're about to finish. About how I can feel you throbbing inside me right before you come."
"Fuck, Zora." His hips snap up hard, driving his cock into my back wall. "You keep talking and I'm not gonna last."
"Good," I grunt, and I ride him harder. His eyes track the place where our bodies meet and his mouth falls open as his stomach muscles clench.
"Jesus," he breathes, his hands sliding from my hips down to my thighs. He uses his thumbs to spread me wider and see more. "You're unreal."
"Watch me," I tell him. "Keep your eyes right here."
"They're staying right here," he says.
It's so hot, the look of lust in his eyes. It almost makes my coil snap right there. He can't get enough of me and I can see it all over his face.
"I can feel you tightening around me," he says, gripping my ass and pulling me down harder. "You're getting close again."
"I'm so close it hurts," I tell him against his mouth.
"Then take it. Come on my cock, Zora."
The second orgasm breaks through me harder than the first. My walls seize around him in violent contractions and a moan rips out of my chest that splinters into a sob.
My whole body convulses, and I bury my face in his neck and moan against his skin while moisture gushes between us and coats us both.
He follows me over the edge and I feel him pulse inside me in long, hot surges.
His arms crush me against his chest and a groan rumbles out of him that vibrates through my ribcage.
His hips jerk through every wave, pushing deeper, and my name spills out of his mouth over and over against my hair until the last pulse fades and his body goes slack under mine.
I stay straddling him for a few minutes until I feel him going soft.
Then, ignoring the mess, I slide off his lap and lie down, pulling him down beside me.
Kazimir curls his body around mine as our legs tangle, and he brushes the hair off my sweat-slicked temples and curls it around my ear.
I feel too many emotions all at once to let them fully manifest.
I want to tell him everything so the burden of guilt is off my chest, but in doing that I know it will hurt him. That's the last thing I want. I could take the coward's way out and vanish, letting my brothers do what they will. It'd destroy Kazimir but I wouldn't have to watch that.
But the problem is I love him so much, and I love the way he makes me feel too.
It's like a drug I can't walk away from.
I try so hard. I even get to the point of demanding my freedom and then I walk right back to his arms the instant he reaches for me.
It's a twin-flame connection that can't be denied, and I'm gonna have to watch everything around me burn while I'm dying inside, especially if Bogdan gets his way and they use this baby against me.
"Look, the invitational is this weekend, and I really want you to be there." Kaz presses a soft kiss to my forehead and then tips my chin up gently with two fingers to kiss my lips too.
It takes all of my emotional control not to break down crying.
He's going to be a father. He needs to know.
I need to tell him, and I can't. If I do, my brothers will hate me.
Bogdan's threat about marrying me off to some farmer out east probably isn't true, but they definitely won't let me run my own club if I purposefully defy them.
"Won't your family hate me? They'll chase me off…" I dip my head, tucking into his chest and kissing him there, soft pecks to distract him from the fact that I've pulled away.
"I don't really care. This is my big day, Z." I like that he's picked a nickname for me, but the bittersweet reality is I can't stay with him. As bad as I want to, this has to end.
"I know, I just don't want you to burn bridges—"
"Hey," he says, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him. "You are the only thing I need, okay? If they shun me, so be it. I want you there Saturday night."
He's so determined, I can’t possibly reject him. "Alright," I almost whisper. "You'll pick me up?"
"Nah, babe. I'll be too busy." His thumb strums my cheek. "You'll have to meet me. Let's say seven o'clock… It's an old office building we remodeled inside. On Kominsky Prospect… There's a big red sign you can't miss, a block off Chernov."
I know the place. Bogdan told me he wondered who bought it, and now we know. Kuzins bought the thing to turn it into a fight ring location. Very tricky, probably something I'd do if I were running my own ring. It looks like a normal office building.
"Yeah, okay…" I say, and I hear my phone buzz.
"I, uh… I gotta piss," Kazimir says, peeling himself away from me. He takes his jeans, along with his phone, and walks down the hallway.
"Second door on the left!" I shout as I turn over.
The instant he's inside the bathroom with the door shut, I pick up my jeans and dig my phone out.
I'm not sure what to expect now that Kazimir's phone has stopped sending me updates.
I think he got wise to the clone and got a new phone, but I can't prove it.
Bogdan threw a fit, but right now, he's sent me a message and I’m not sure what it means.
Bogdan: 8:17PM: Thanks, Zora. We have what we need.
I stare at the message wondering what the fuck he means.
I never sent him an update. As far as I know, he doesn't even know Kazimir and I are together.
I never told them I was going out and I sure as fuck didn't tell them that he was coming over.
I glower at my phone feeling confused, until the bathroom door swings open and Kaz comes back wearing his jeans, phone in hand.
"You okay?" he asks, lifting my legs so he can slide under them.
I lock my phone and lay it on the table face down in case I get another message and try to relax. "Yeah, fine. Just my brother annoying me."
"Aw I’m sorry, baby. Let me order some food and we'll get your mind off that." He squeezes my calf and rubs it gently, and I feel like crying.
Oh, my God, he is so perfect.
If it were any other time, any other circumstance for us being together, I would marry this man. I want to… God, does my heart want so badly to dive into the depths of the way he feels for me and swim around in it.
"Food sounds good…" I'm in another world and he's buried in his phone, but soon, he'll be in a state of shock.
And I hope by then, I'm hiding somewhere I can break down and feel all this emotion.
It's starting to get too heavy.