Chapter 28 #2
“It’s so sexy,” he says. “The way you need me.”
He has no fucking idea. I’d take him like this every day if I could. Done waiting, I grab his cock and press it against my hole, but Zeke jerks out of my grip.
I almost sob.
Almost.
But then his hands are on me. He spins me to face him, grabs the backs of my thighs, and hikes me up onto the counter. Body pressed against mine, face this close-up, I’m treated to that small soft smile he sometimes gets.
“Hey …”
I almost groan, and not in a good way. “Okay, I’d find all of this insanely sweet if I didn’t need you inside me right fucking now.”
He must sense that I’m serious because he doesn’t argue, just reaches down, positions himself, and starts to push in.
His size takes my breath away. He’s larger than I remember, the stretch more intense, and just when I’m questioning how the hell I fit him last time, he slips inside and pushes forward with that same steady thrust he used with his finger until he bottoms out.
I let out the breath I got caught on and finally relax. Sore or not, being filled by him is indescribable.
“Oh no …” I murmur.
“What’s wrong?”
“I …” How the hell do I say this without sounding like a total freak? “You … fit.”
“Fit?”
Fuck it. Just talk. “Sex with you is so out-of-this-world amazing that I’m scared when you leave, I’ll never get to have that again.”
“Charlie …”
“Ignore me.” I slap his ass, and it lets out a satisfying thwack. “Just move.”
Zeke chuckles, and instead of giving me the pounding I crave, he leans in, fingertips brushing my cheeks, and draws me into a slow, deep kiss.
I want to complain, but … damn, he can kiss. As his tongue moves lazily in and out of my mouth, he starts to rock inside me. Short, deep thrusts that make me fuzzy and cause my cock to throb in protest. Somehow, it manages to be exactly what I want and nowhere near enough.
I don’t think anything with him will ever be enough.
My hands slide from his firm shoulders to his bulging biceps and then tuck under his arms to wrap around his back.
We hold each other close, his hand buried in my hair, as his hips rotate in a slow, sensual rhythm. The drag of each thrust is incredible but barely brushes my prostate, and that thing needs to be pummeled.
I shift and whine into his mouth.
“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?”
“I need you to stop holding back. I need you wild.”
His gaze sharpens, and then without breaking eye contact, he takes my hands and stretches them over my head to pin to the mirror. My back arches, shoulder blades against the cool glass, and I close my legs around him to steady myself.
His first thrust pulls back slowly, then slams home. Over and over, he tortures me. Slow withdraw before pistoling his hips forward with a force that rattles my teeth.
His jaw is clenched, intense gaze swirling in my gut, and as each thrust gets steadily faster, I melt. His cock pegs my prostate. Hard. Unrelenting. It goes on and on until my hands are straining against Zeke’s hold.
“Please …” I beg. “I need to touch myself.”
“You already had your turn.”
His hand tightens around my wrists as his other grabs my chin and forces me to meet his eyes.
Our gaze holds, and his thrusts speed up.
Everything gets hazy around the edges as the high I’m building to intensifies.
Pinned here like this, I’m completely helpless to anything Zeke wants to do to me, and if the steady pool of precum I’m leaking is any indication, I really fucking like that.
He releases my chin, and his attention drops to where his hand is roaming down my chest, over my ribs, before coming to a rest on my hip. Fingers bite into skin, and then he finally gives me what I want.
He unleashes on me, hips pounding into my ass with a steady whapwhapwhap that gets faster and louder, along with our breathing.
Zeke’s grunts hit my ears, the smell of his sweat makes my head swim, and my cock is pulsing, throbbing, as the ache in my balls increases.
They’re pulled so tight to my body, and still I can’t come.
My release is so close but hanging that bit out of reach.
“Please,” I whine.
He grunts, and then his hand disappears from my hip and closes around my cock.
I almost sob with relief. My legs tighten around him, coaxing him harder, faster, sweat forming between our skin.
His hand jerks me tight and fast, and then he rasps, “Look at me.”
The second my eyes meet his, it’s over. His mouth drops, whole body stiffening as he slams back tight against my ass. Zeke’s head drops backward as he lets out a long groan, but through it all, he doesn’t stop jerking me.
And seeing Zeke let go like that is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
My gaze zeroes in on a bead of sweat rolling down his arched throat, over his pec to skim his nipple before plunging down to his abs.
My ass clenches tight as tingles erupt in my balls, and then my cock gives a massive throb, and I come so hard, my shoulders leave the glass, and the only things holding me up are Zeke’s steady hand and my legs clutching his waist. Each pulse is fucking ecstasy, and Zeke strokes me through it all until I collapse back against the mirror in a sated puddle.
He chuckles, pulling me into his arms, lips pressed to my hair, and we sit there like that for so long I almost drift off against his shoulder.
We need to shower.
We need to get back.
But I’m finding it so hard to stress about that while I’m still full of Zeke, his naked body flush with mine.
His lips leave my hair, and hot air ghosts over my ear instead. “For the record,” he says, “you fit too. And that doesn’t just scare me, Charlie. It’s fucking terrifying.”
I pull back, trying to read his face. “Why?”
“Because not only have I never had that, it’s terrifying because … well, because you make me want to stay.”