25. Chapter Twenty-Five #2
His heated gaze took me by surprise. “I love that you’re going to randomly think of me doing that to your ass.” He trailed his knuckles over my jaw. “You really staying the night?”
I nodded. “Yes. Both of us are off tomorrow. Figured we could stay in bed and then either make breakfast or go get breakfast?”
His smile was absolute joy. He leaned down and brushed his lips across mine. With a swipe of his tongue, he coaxed me to open for him, and the moment I did, he thrust his tongue inside, seeking mine.
A moan, not sure if it was mine or his, hit my ears. I needed more. Needed to feel him pressing against me.
Without breaking the kiss, I clambered up and straddled his lap. I bit down on his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth with my teeth, and moved my hips, grinding my clit in circles against his hard shaft. I was already desperate for him.
Pulling back, I climbed off his legs and stood in front of him. I ripped my shirt up over my head, sending it flying across the room, then quickly unclasped my bra, discarding that too.
A playful grin lifted his lips. “I like this show. Way better than the movie we were watching.”
I sent him a stern look. “Less talking, more getting your clothes off.”
“What if I don’t want to?” he pouted.
I was now completely naked with my hands on my hips. I started to turn, looking for an article of clothing to pick up as I pouted right back. “I can go home and use my vibrator then.” Because two can play that game.
His eyes flared. “Next time, bring it with you. I want you to show me.”
I raised a brow. “Show you how I get myself off with my toy?”
He nodded. “Fuck yeah. I want to watch you.”
That had my need shooting up even more. I definitely wanted to do all the kinky things with him.
He tore his shirt over his head and then pulled a condom from his pocket.
I raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled with a shrug. “Stuck it in there earlier. Figured we’d need it at some point tonight if we didn’t make it up to the bedroom.”
He wasn’t getting an argument from me. I appreciated a well-prepared man.
My focus firmly riveted to the very obvious bulge in his pants, I licked my lips as he hastily removed his sweats and rolled the condom down. Straddling his lap again, I sighed as I seated myself on his thick cock. God, I loved how perfectly he filled me.
One arm wrapped around my back, and he fisted his other hand in my hair, bringing my mouth down to his. This kiss held no gentleness, just pure need. I rocked my hips, and with each movement my clit rubbed against his pelvis.
His mouth left mine and trailed down, sucking on my pulse beating wildly in my neck.
It sent me higher and higher. With the hand in my hair, he pulled me back enough where he could cup my breast, then lowered his mouth.
I fisted his hair, holding him tightly to me as he sucked and flicked my nipple with his tongue.
I moved against him over and over, rotating my hips. Loosening my grip on his hair, I ran my fingers through the unruly strands. A sigh of pleasure slipped from his lips, and I opened my eyes to see him watching me.
So much emotion stared back at me. He was such an open book. All of it right there on his face. And I could never give him that. He eventually deserved someone who could, and I had no doubt he would find her. But I would enjoy being with him while I was able to.
He gripped my hips, stopping me from moving, and I gasped when his hand landed with a thwack on my ass.
“On your knees on the couch,” he ordered, lifting me up.
I scrambled off him and did as he asked, resting my forearms against the back of the sofa.
Standing behind me, he ran his hand over my tender ass. “How’s it feel?”
“Fine,” I answered without thinking.
“Hmm. I might need to fix that.”
I shook my ass, inviting him to do it. He smacked it hard. Once, twice, and the third time I moaned loudly from the contact. Jesus. Never knew how much I would enjoy this.
“Tell me I’m the only one who’s done this for you.”
I swallowed, surprised at myself for even allowing this. But I trusted Zack. Completely. Something I couldn’t say about anyone else I’d ever dated.
“You’re the first,” I whispered.
He growled and slapped my ass a few more times before lining up his cock with my entrance again and surging forward.
His thrusts were powerful, bottoming out inside me with each drive forward.
“Play with your clit, baby.”
Reaching down, I pressed hard against the tender bud, circling it as he drilled into me. I screamed out as I came, but he didn’t stop, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me he could.
“You’re going to do that again for me.”
I shook my head. “I can’t.” I was already spent, collapsing onto the cushion in a heap of satisfaction and exhausted bliss.
“Yes. You can.” He slipped out and guided me onto my back. Grabbing one of the throw pillows, he placed it under my ass, raising my hips up off the couch. Stepping back between my legs, he slid back in. Spots appeared in the corners of my vision as the new position hit a whole new sensitive spot.
And it wasn’t long until I was clinging to Zack’s arms, crying out his name again.
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned as he leaned forward and continued to pump into me. “You feel so good. I don’t want to stop.”
I trailed my hands up the corded muscles of his biceps and over his chest, scraping my nails over his skin as I went. “I like making you feel good.”
His muscles twitched as I moved over his torso, around to his back. He smirked. “Got another one for me?”
My mouth dropped open, and I shook my head vehemently. “I’ll die.”
He chuckled. “I doubt that.”
“Well, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to walk.”
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
“Fine. But you’re carrying me up to bed then.”
He laughed. “I think I can manage that.”
What the hell was he trying to do to me? Could I possibly come again? He seemed to like a challenge, and I rarely backed down from one either. So, I lost myself in the feel of him. His cock gliding steadily in and out. The sounds of our bodies moving together.
He picked me up and yanked the pillow out from underneath me, laying me flat on the sofa and stretching out on top of me. Bracing his weight on one forearm, he began moving again, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each thrust.
I hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
He kissed my neck and then trailed up to my lips, muffling my moans.
I clung tight to him, holding on with every ounce of energy I had left. My walls clenched around him, and I felt the beginnings of another orgasm. Holy hell. How was that even possible?
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
His weight pressed me into the couch as he powered into me, and I shattered. In a way I’d never experienced before. He grunted and groaned low in his throat, and with one more powerful thrust, he exploded too. We held onto each other as we both struggled to get our breathing back under control.
Finally, he climbed off me, and the loss was visceral. I barely registered his command of, “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
Feeling completely exhausted, I let my eyelids drift shut. I stirred again as he picked me up, cradling me in both arms as he carried me out of the room.
After that, everything was a blur.
Until I woke in the middle of the night, still naked, and curled up along Zack’s body, my head on his chest. Feeling totally comfortable and still satiated, I closed my eyes and let myself fall back to sleep.