13. Ambrose #4
His fingers tightened delightfully in my curls, until a soft groan slipped from me. Zeth answered with a devilish grin before he leaned down to graze my lips.
“That more has me intrigued,” he whispered against me.
I inhaled sharply under his teasing mouth, sure he felt what his actions were doing to me below my belt. He hadn’t kissed me in nearly ten years, and now I was absolutely ravenous for him. I let out a soft sigh as I said, “Do you know how much I want you right now?”
“Then be mine, one last time, Rosie.”
One last time?
I suddenly burned up inside, both from how aroused I was, and also from anger. My hand curled in his collar, and I pushed slightly against him, ready to shove him away. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to leave me right now. I selfishly wanted him.
I’m sure he saw my conflicted expression as he stared intently at me, waiting.
Zeth wanted me one last time . Not for love, only for pleasure and nothing else.
And if I wasn’t such a fool, if I hadn’t let him sucker me into this position, we probably wouldn’t be in this situation.
Then again, I was ready and willing to do it.
Because I was so desperate, because I was so… heartsick.
This was my punishment. For when I called him a thief. For when I pushed him in the lake. For when I tried to distract him away from Annabelle.
For when I broke his heart nine years ago.
Zeth deserved far better than me, as there was nothing else I could give him but my body. He would use me before he left and continued to pursue Annabelle. But at least for this moment, I could pretend he was mine again. That’s all I wanted.
Nodding, I gripped his collar to pull him closer to me, letting him know I wanted him. Because I deserved every wicked thing that came my way. I deserved to be used.
Zeth’s face relaxed, the corner of his lips tilting as he pressed them against mine.
Instantly, a spark ignited between us as his tongue sought entrance.
I let him in to tangle with me, enjoying the way he demanded a fight.
Feeling Zeth’s mouth again was different, new, and oh so profound.
The way he devoured me made my mind swirl and my body light up into a fiery brilliance.
Caressing the sides of his face, I pulled him against me more, showing him how much I’d missed him, how much I craved his affections. And when Zeth sucked in my bottom lip, teasing me with how good his mouth would feel on other parts of my body, I exhaled and moved my hips against him.
He bit my lip with a groan before his rough mouth moved to my jaw. He claimed me there with his tongue before lowering to explore my neck with heated, stinging kisses.
I pulled at Zeth’s jacket, trying to yank it off, and he sat up enough so I could help him out of the sleeves.
My fingers fumbled at the buttons on his vest until Zeth grabbed my arms to hold them down by my sides.
I stared at him through half-lidded eyes, panting as he leaned forward to apply more pressure to where his strong hands captured my wrists and held me under his hungry gaze.
“You look so fucking good like this, Rosie. All grown up, yet prettier than ever.”
“You think I’m pretty?”
“Gorgeous,” he answered easily.
I didn’t know why I needed to hear it, but I did. He thought I was pretty, gorgeous . Oh, how those words lit me up inside. He had me trapped beneath him, but I felt so free in his grasp. Protected, as if I could just be myself. “You should tell me other sweet things while you take off my clothes.”
“There’s my daring boy.” Zeth rose to sit over my hips again, releasing my arms from my sides. “But I’m not giving in so easily.”
Instead of undressing me, Zeth unbuttoned his own vest with a tease of long fingers, circling the disc before sliding it through.
I bit my sore lip as I watched him, folding my arm under my head. While he stripped, I caught sight of the aura ring on his pinky. It was a reminder that he was mine for the moment as it shimmered purple, for passion.
Zeth shrugged off his vest with a movement that showed how well his muscles strained the thin white fabric of his shirt.
When his hands moved to his shirt buttons to pop them open, my temptation to touch him grew with every exposed inch of skin, until that fabric joined his vest and jacket in the hay.
I whistled as I soaked him in, from his confident gaze to his firm arms and torso. “My, how you’ve changed.”
Unable to stop myself, I touched his stomach, sliding my palm through the thick, soft hairs that trailed from his navel and up to his chest. A sharp contrast from the few hairs on me.
Zeth’s chuckle rippled beneath my hand. “Are you appreciating how much I’ve grown?”
“Absolutely. Makes me want to appreciate other parts of you.”
Zeth undid his trousers and pulled the waistband down until he was in full view.
My brow perked high as I cherished how clearly aroused he was for me.
He was allowing me to get so close. But then my gaze snapped back up to his eyes, the part of him I loved most. I saw lust there, perhaps something more.
I wanted to see how deep I could fall into those dark pools.
“How can I contend with that?” I raked a hand over my hair, feeling so hot now.
“Ah, darling, there’s nothing you need to do but enjoy,” Zeth purred, leaning back over to capture me in another fiery kiss.
I grabbed Zeth’s bare arms to kiss him back, letting his warmth surround me like a blanket.
My palms smoothed over his shoulders, over his scar, and down his body.
Breaking away from his lips, I hummed pleasantly as Zeth kissed along my face and to my shoulder.
As he tugged my collar aside to taste my skin, I planted several wet pecks against his neck, doing the same to him as he did to me, each spot leaving a mark.
I wouldn’t be the only one being claimed today.
“You’re talented with that mouth of yours,” Zeth complimented with a low hum, and I moaned in response as I sucked his skin.
Pulling away, I asked, “Would you like to see what else I can do with it?”
“Is this the more you offered?”
“Why don’t you lay back and I’ll show you?” I moved onto my elbows, nudging him up, and grabbed his waist.
But Zeth’s hand pressed against my chest to push me back, and I landed with a grunt. “No, from down there.”
My blood rushed at that demand. I nodded quickly, my mouth twitching as Zeth removed my glasses, set them to the side, and shifted on his knees until he reached my face. When Zeth’s hand planted in my hair, I gasped. He tugged it gently to pull me toward him, and I took his cock wholly right away.
“Fuck, Rosie,” Zeth groaned as he tilted his head back. “I’ve missed you. Everything about you.”
Everything? I closed my eyes against the sting of tears that formed from his beautiful words. He missed me. After all the cruel things he’d said to me about breaking up, about ruining things with Annabelle, he missed me.
I needed to focus on pleasuring him, nothing more. So I hummed my reply against him, delighting in the sounds he made, relishing his taste. Able to open my eyes now, I glanced up to see his face full of euphoria as he watched me.
“So beautiful,” he groaned, loosening his grasp to caress my hair.
A pathetic whine escaped my throat before I could repress it.
Hoping he didn’t hear that, I pulled back enough to pay attention to the tip of his cock.
When Zeth let out a heavy moan, it sent such a thrill through me.
I was so absorbed in him now, giving him all the attention he deserved, all the attention I’d craved to give him since seeing him again.
“Rosie,” Zeth panted. “I’ve fantasized about you taking me again, but you’re far better than my dreams.”
I pulled off to look up at him. When I planted a firm kiss against his hard length, keeping my eyes locked with his, his thumb tenderly circled a spot on my scalp.
Then he pulled away and let me go, and I licked my lips, barely able to take a breath before he shifted and bent to claim me in a rough kiss.
His hands found their way between us and made quick work of my shirt buttons, popping them free as I adored the muscles in his arms. My fingers dipped into the curves and grooves, and Zeth’s palms explored down to undo my trousers to expose me more.
Straddling my waist, Zeth captured my hands to pin them above my head like before.
I was vulnerable with my shirt and trousers flung open for him to leisurely view.
When he licked his lips, looking ready to devour me, I whimpered.
I liked this Zeth who did what he wanted with me.
I tried to pull out of his grasp enough to take his hand, but Zeth held me still.
Damn him for being so rough, and damn me for liking it.
When Zeth’s hips began to rock against me, pleasure took hold of me, and I bucked into him. Feeling his wet cock against mine sent waves of bliss swirling through my body. I arched my back, yearning for more of him as my skin broke out in fever.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Mm,” Zeth hummed and kissed my shoulder. “You’re being such a good boy.”
“Yeah?” My voice cracked. Yes, I was Zeth’s good boy. At least I was that. My fists clenched. I was aching to touch him. When I tried to break free from his grasp again, he thankfully let me.
“Zeth…” I want to be yours. I threw my arms around his neck to pull him against me, hoping he could feel how much I wanted this. He was mine again. I wanted to tell him so badly how he made me feel, but I couldn’t.
Instead, I let my head fall back into the hay, allowing Zeth to take full control as he kissed me, as his hands touched me everywhere.
I held him so close, there was nothing between us but passion.
This felt so good, to voice my pleasure as he moved against me, to grope every part of him I could.
Until my hands tightened on him, and I let out a string of moans that told him I was close.