CHAPTER 6
FAST AND FURIOUS
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Madison
Zach drives, hitting every red light in town while I sit in the passenger seat, getting more nervous by the second. There’s no doubt what Zach has in mind because I’m thinking the same thing, too. I’ve been on a sex starvation diet longer than a woman in the prime of her life should. All because of a no-good man who took a wrecking ball to my self-esteem, then stuck the knife in deep with his dirty dick, cheating ways.
Still, a niggle of doubt worms its way into my brain, asking questions meant for one purpose only–to shame and guilt me into second-guessing myself.
Good girls don’t run off with virtual strangers to have sex. Zach isn’t exactly a stranger.
Good girls don’t put out until at least the third date or after the three magic words are spoken over a romantic candlelight dinner with the right music, mood lighting and wine. I’m not looking for a marriage proposal.
Good girls should play hard to get. I want to get off without the help of batteries and a vivid imagination for a change. I want the real deal. A man. I want Zach, like yesterday.
Good girls don’t like sex. Nope. Not falling for it. Shut up, brain. I like it, I want it, and I’m getting some.
Grr...damn red lights.
By the time we pull into Zach’s driveway, my nerves are shot and I’m tired of silently arguing with my conscience. Zach turns off the engine and pulls the key from the ignition. When he flashes me his baby blues, I’m a goner.
I throw off the seatbelt, climb over the center console onto his lap, and plant my lips on his. He wraps his hands around my ass as I awkwardly fold myself around his body, with one knee leaning heavily against the door and the other weirdly sticking through the space between our seats. My body spontaneously combusts when his tongue swipes over mine. I finger through his hair, digging into his scalp as he pulls me toward his groin.
“We should go inside,” he murmurs against my lips. “More comfortable.”
“Yeah, sure,” I gasp. “Inside.”
He pops open the door, and I lose my balance when my knee suddenly goes sideways with nothing to support it. Thank goodness Zach is still wearing his seatbelt, otherwise we’d both be on the ground, rolling around like weirdos who’ve tossed dignity into the wind.
“Got ya.” My arms flail, and I let out a miniature scream as Zach catches me, saving me just in time before my head cracks against the glass. “If we don’t get inside, someone’s calling the cops on us.”
His chuckle ripples through my body like a bumpy roller coaster with lots of twists and turns. Maybe I should be embarrassed at my total lack of cool, but I’m an eager beaver hankering for a thick slab of meat. Geez, throw me a bone, and suddenly, I’m a ravenous wolf chomping at the bit.
“Then hurry it up, man. We’re wasting daylight.” I snicker, surprising myself with my cheeky bravado.
Luckily, Zach isn’t put off one bit by it. In fact, by the gleam in his eyes, I think he’s enjoying my playful side. He growls as I straighten my skirt, then lunges at me in full attack mode. My heart explodes with a sudden burst of excitement as he grabs my waist and knees and hauls me over his shoulder.
I laugh so hard I lose my breath. I’ve never been whisked over a man’s shoulder before. It’s the kind of thing that only happens in movies, never in real life, especially not in my life. Zach, outside of hockey, is playful and damn adorable.
He trudges up the steps as I bounce giddily over his shoulder with my skirt scrunched high on my thighs and my butt sticking in the air. And I don’t care who in the world sees us. I’m happy and carefree. Something I haven’t been in a very long time.
Once we’re inside his house with the door closed behind us, all bets are off–along with every stitch of clothing we put on this morning. I don’t know exactly how Zach did it, but he stripped the shirt off my body and set me on the ground in one fluid movement. If that isn’t impressive, I don’t know what is.
I kick off my shoes and shimmy out of my skirt while he pulls his shirt overhead. I practically salivate over his pecs. He flexes, and even his muscles have muscles. He flicks the button on his jeans and slides them down his meaty thighs, and my heart momentarily stops. The man is gorgeous. Like, all capital letters, drop dead, kill me if this is a dream, finest specimen on earth, G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S.
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his chest. My breasts smash against his rock-hard torso as he captures my lips with his. I’m so caught up in his touch and taste that I hardly notice when my bra band slackens.
He’s good. So good.
He lifts me from the ground, carrying me through a doorway and down a hall as we bump into door jambs and walls, neither willing to give up on the world’s longest, toe-curling kiss.
Zach flops me on the bed, and my boobs bounce free of the lacy cups. I slide the straps off my arms and shimmy to my elbows. Zach stares at me like a starving man, turning my insides to total mush. The huge, tented bulge he’s sporting beneath his boxers doesn’t hurt either. I bite my lower lip and silently thank the sex gods, the kama sutra, and “The Good Girl’s Guide to Bad Girl Sex” book I’ve dog-eared and marked up with scribbled notes in the margins. It’s about time I get some use out of what I’ve read.
Zach strips down to his birthday suit, and I gasp. His cock bounces free, thick and angry. It’s so big it should have its own zip code. Heat spreads across my chest, then follows a path straight to the slick, wet spot pooling between my legs. He loops his fingertips into the thin straps high on my hips and drags my panties down my thighs. His eyes burn, turning as dark as midnight.
He slings my panties across the room and stares at the crux of my thighs, soaking in my feminine folds. I lick my lips, loving the attention and the sight of his thick shaft growing thicker and stiffer by the second.
I drag my bare feet upward and allow my knees to fall open. Zach fists his cock and gives it a hard tug.
“This isn’t going to take long, but I promise to make it up to you.” His voice strains as he works his jaw. Sweat beads on his brow as waves of heat flood the air between us.
He sinks to the mattress, squaring his body between my legs. My sex flexes and flutters, so ready for him to fill me, stuff me, use and abuse me for the sake of sheer, unadulterated pleasure. I spread my legs wider as he settles between my knees. He breathes in deeply, then shoves his hands beneath my butt, pulling me closer to his face.
A thousand panicked thoughts run through my head. How long has it been since this morning’s shower? When was the last time I shaved above mid-thigh? How long has it been since my last bikini wax?
But it’s too late for second-guessing funny smells and stray hairs. Zach’s face disappears between my thighs and blitzes my brain when his tongue darts between my swollen lips and laps at my center.
I groan as I fist the sheets and throw my head back. My mouth goes slack as he swirls and sucks, building the tension in my sex to a fever pitch. I tilt my hips upward and grind against his face, needing more. He circles the hidden gem knotted with a million nerve endings, and I lose it.
There’s nothing ladylike about the guttural noise that springs from my lips or the way my body convulses as the orgasm whips through me. My back arches off the bed, but Zach doesn’t stop licking and sucking until I collapse into a sweaty, blissful heap.
He lifts his head, peering through my wobbly knees with his crystal blue eyes and a sex-slicked face from nose to chin, grinning like he’s the one who had the climax of a lifetime.
“That was–” I pant. “You were–I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“I don’t dick around.” He climbs over me and leans into my body.
His hot, throbbing cock presses into my inner thigh, and I can’t wait to find out what kind of fuckery magic he can make happen with it.
***
Zach
Going down on Madison straight away wasn’t the first gameplay I planned, but when her heady, musky scent infiltrated my lungs, I knew I had to taste her. Feeling her writhe beneath me only ratcheted up the tension building in my groin. My cock’s as stiff as a steel rod and chomping at the bit to get inside of her.
The tension building between us has been palpable, to say the least. The electric energy passing between us does funny things to my brain and body. I feel more alive and energetic when Madison’s near. That isn’t something that usually happens with women who hang around the arena. Puck bunnies hang around to get laid and find a sugar daddy. I steer clear of them every chance I get.
But Madison doesn’t strike me as one of those women. She knows the game and sits on the edge of her seat when things get interesting on the ice. As far as I can tell, she hasn’t batted an eye at another player on the team. She’s focused and I plan to keep her attention centered on me.
I move over her body, dragging my chest over her soft breasts pebbled with hard, firm nipples. Her body’s the perfect playground, and I’m about to have a field day.
Strands of chestnut brown hair stick to her sweaty forehead. I brush them away, still loopy and drenched from nose to chin with her wetness.
“You’re all wet.” She giggles as I lick my lips.
“You’re delicious.” I nuzzle her neck, smearing my damp chin along her clavicle. Her head twitches, trapping my face between her head and shoulder.
She’s ticklish. I tuck that bit of information away to use later.
I nibble the length of her neck until I reach her lips. She wraps her arms around my back, scratching lightly down my spine. My cock swells needily with a mind of its own.
“Mmm...tangy and sweet,” she says, breaking the kiss.
My heart ticks off an extra beat as I nip her lower lip. She giggles again, and her breasts jiggle like gelatin against my pecs. I nibble lower until I reach the valley between her pillowy mounds. I drag the tip of my tongue around one globe, circling slowly until I’ve reached the rosy gem. I tug her nipple, drawing her into my mouth so I can worship the tiny bud with my tongue.
She wiggles and moans beneath me, scratching at my back and ass. I adjust my hips and release her nipple with a pop. Her tits jiggle, dancing beneath me in an alluring dance. I move to the other breast, repeating the motions until she’s bucking beneath me with her back arched off the bed.
So responsive.
My impatient cock weeps against her thigh, ready to play. She digs her fingernails into my ass when I slowly release her nipple. I slide my hand down her side and over her hip to her knee and lift, widening the space between her legs. My cock bounces against her inner thigh, leaving a streak of wetness glistening on her skin.
I fist my cock and glide my hand upward, guiding the beast to her hot, melting center. Madison’s eyes widen as she glances between our bodies. She licks her lips and grins, satisfied with what she sees. My heart and confidence swell with pride. I glide the tip along her entrance, and the bad boy practically leaps from my palm.
I press into her slowly while watching her eyes. The greens and golds darken, then roll upward as she presses her head into the mattress. Sweat trickles down my back as I clench my jaw, trying to hold back from slamming into her.
“Oh, fuck,” she hisses and moans when I’m in halfway. “More. Please give me more.”
I chuckle and give her all I’ve got. I plunge into her with one long thrust, sinking between her folds and basking in the hot, liquid pool she offers. She’s sheer bliss. My cock throbs, and we begin to move, slowly at first, gliding out and then plunging into her again and again. My heart roars as blood surges through my veins.
Madison’s face contorts, and her breathing comes fast and hard. Mine follows suit as she screams for more. She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her heels into my ass as I plow into her, sinking my cock as deeply as possible.
She yells my name with a choked gasp. Her silken walls squeeze around me as she falls over to the edge, milking me with her orgasm. I follow behind her, filling her with my release. My arms and legs shake, vibrating and buzzing with such intensity I’m afraid my heart will combust.
I collapse on top of her, sweaty and shaking. She caresses my back with her fingertips, drawing circles that damn near drive me insane. My body’s hyper-aware of every tingle, throb, and goosebump.
“Can we do that again?” Madison whispers against my ear a few minutes later. Her voice shakes, still catching her breath. “Only this time, I want to taste you.”
I lift my head and look into her wild eyes, knowing I’ll never deny her anything she asks for again.