16. Zeth
Zeth
I pushed Amby backward until he hit the kitchen wall with a needy groan that caressed my skin. When one of his hands twisted in my shirt, I welcomed it, and when his other hand slipped around to cup the back of my neck, I followed his unspoken command to kiss him.
But I wasn’t in the mood for obeying yet.
I wanted Amby to know how much I wanted him to stay in my life.
I crushed his lips with a demand for his breath as I pressed against him.
Then I easily claimed his wrists and guided his arms above his head to hold him still while I explored every inch of his daring mouth.
Just like before, capturing Amby like this sent a thrill through me that pushed me to grip him harder. His sharp gasp told me he wanted more, so I held him at my mercy to explore lower, pecking sweet kisses on his jawline.
When he leaned his head back to the wall and moaned in encouragement, I accepted his offering and focused on his exposed throat.
Kissing a trail along his buttoned collar, I found his thumping pulse with my lips.
His perfume tickled my nose, so I paused to inhale the musky-sweet scent of sandalwood mixed with vanilla. Manly and sweet, all Amby.
“You smell so good,” I said, licking his neck.
Amby broke free from my grip on his wrists and found my hair. He slid his fingers over my scalp while I cherished the scented spot. “I put perfume on for you,” he whispered. “I wanted to run into you today, so you can do exactly what you’re doing to me right now.”
His husky admission sent need vibrating through me that Amby responded to with a shiver of his own. I wanted to pay attention to him, feel all of his responses and hear all of his moans.
I loosened his tie to reveal that patch of skin I saw at the pub. Only faded bruises remained where I sucked on him in the barn.
“I love seeing my marks on you, Rosie.” I kissed one softly. “Shall I make more love bites?”
“Mm, yes, please bruise me with your mouth wherever you want,” he whispered against my ear.
Fuck .
I sucked on Amby’s exposed neck to claim him, savoring him. He tasted delicious, salty. I wanted to taste all of him. He said to bruise him wherever I wanted, and the thought of worshiping Amby from my knees made my mouth water. Half the fun was getting there.
I opened his jacket quickly, and Amby shrugged it off. He bit his lip playfully as he leaned back again, pressing his palms flat against the wall without me even needing to pin him there.
Oh, I liked that. I rewarded him with a husky, “You’re such a good boy.”
“I’m your good boy,” Amby replied so confidently that my knees weakened. I got lost in his brown eyes until he boldly moved his hips out against me.
“Fuck yes, you’re mine,” I growled with approval, needing my words to be true, needing this moment to be more than an escape.
How did I fool myself into thinking that I would ever be satisfied with only a fraction of Amby?
Looking wasn’t enough, not when I enjoyed everything about him, from the way his smile lit up the whole room, to how he was always so kind, no matter what happened between us.
I thought I lost him completely when his goodbye broke me apart, yet here he was again, willing to be my lover.
He stayed perfectly still as I undid each of his shirt buttons and followed with rough, suctioning kisses. Red patches appeared on his toned chest and filled me with pride until I reached the waistband of his pants. There, a trail of dark-red hair begged for my attention.
I dropped to my knees and licked the skin of his lean stomach, using my tongue to dip into his pants. He gripped my hair to hold me still while he took in a sharp breath. I thought he might stop me, but he pressed me closer.
“Beg me to keep going,” I commanded against his stomach. “I want to hear you beg for my mouth.”
Amby spread his fingers against my head as he slowly raked his hand through my hair. Then his fist clenched in my tendrils, and he tugged my head back to make me meet his eyes. “Please… suck your boy dry.”
“Yes…” I groaned, so happy my boy needed me. It felt right to please Amby like this, and I didn’t lose any control by doing so either. I made him wait as I pressed my lips against the hardness in his pants and huffed hot air through the cotton.
Amby smoothed back my damp hair with a gentle touch.
When his fingers drifted along my cheek, I closed my eyes and moved into his touch, treasuring it.
Amby held me softly for a moment before making a featherlight trail to my mouth, where I parted my lips in invitation.
I was desperate for him, but he rubbed his thumb against my bottom lip, teasing me with delay.
I didn’t mind because he touched me so… lovingly.
I could only pant with longing while he explored my upturned face with his wonderful adoration.
I didn’t deserve his kindness, but I would take it for as long as he offered it to me.
When Amby pushed his thumb inside my mouth, I rewarded him with a deep groan as I immediately sucked him in, relishing the comfort in connecting so intimately. Having any part of him in my mouth again was perfect. Yet, Amby needed me elsewhere.
My hands fumbled at his waistband while still worshiping his thumb, and I unbuckled his belt with a rough tug of leather that had him grunting. I found his buttons to unfasten them swiftly.
“Zeth,” Amby got out with a ragged breath that pleased me. I wanted to make him speechless. Gazing up to him, I caught his eyes half-lidded with desire for me. He was so handsome. That strong jaw, those tousled curls, that adoring look as I teased his thumb with my tongue.
When I leaned back to separate from his hand, Amby placed his palms back against the wall again. He tilted his head and willingly offered his whole body to me.
That trust was beautiful. He was the one to make me speechless.
Amby was giving himself to me, body and soul.
I felt that in the barn too, when Amby held me close, but I closed off my emotions and fled.
This time, I was ready to appreciate the blessing Amby granted me.
If he was daring enough to trust his heart in my care, then I wanted to keep it safe while I held it.
Fuck, I adored him. I kissed Amby’s stomach and parted his pants, pulling them down to free him. Then I leaned in to lick the underside of his cock from base to tip with one long, slow stroke. Amby sucked air through his teeth before he let it out.
When I kissed the silky skin of his head, he shuddered and bucked against my lips, demanding me to go beyond gentle kisses.
He was a grown man, he knew what he wanted.
I slid my rough jaw along the side of his cock and licked the soft skin at his base before sucking him there.
Amby’s answering growl was low and approving, and damn me for loving it.
I nuzzled into his springy hair and appreciated his musk before sucking on his base again, leaving my mark.
I made sure he whimpered at the edge of pleasure and pain before I let his skin go with a soft pop.
“Aye, there’s my naughty boy,” I said against him, moving to span my hands around his hips.
My grip wasn’t gentle as I pushed his ass against the wall.
“You want my mouth quick and rough, don’t you?”
“Yes, my body is yours. Do what you want with it.”
I knew it was, but I was grateful to hear him say it. I grabbed his shaft to draw him into my hungry mouth to show him just how I planned on making my body his.
Amby let out a passionate sigh. I growled ever deeper against him, drawing him in as I fisted around his base.
He tasted so heavenly, I thought I was dreaming.
I sucked him this way for a long moment, tightening my fist often to hear him whimper.
When I moved faster, his heavy breaths filled the air and his hands touched whatever they could of me, caressing my hair and roving over my ears and my spread jaw.
Then he held my hand on his hip and stroked over my bare arms.
When his hands found my shoulders and stiffened, I knew he was close to spilling, so I opened my hand and slid my lips all the way down his firm shaft, welcoming the feel of his head against the top of my mouth.
Amby groaned roughly and tugged on my hair to remove my mouth. “You… are certainly no gentleman. Just how I like you.”
I huffed up at him with a wicked grin, knowing full well he pulled me off to stop himself from losing control.
He was right. I didn’t want to be gentle, or polite.
I wanted him to fall apart in my mouth, but I didn’t mind prolonging his pleasure too.
I leaned forward again to lick his sensitive head.
Sucking in the tip, I caressed him with my tongue until his thighs shook and he bucked against me.
“Zeth, please touch yourself for me,” he said, “I want you to come with me.”
My moan of agreement came only seconds before my greedy hands found the buttons of my pants.
I released myself and promptly stole some of the wetness at my tip to make stroking easier.
Pleasure washed through me, and I groaned from the dual sensations of sucking Amby and fisting myself.
I needed him closer, so I reached around Amby’s hip to grab his ass cheek, squeezing him until I heard his sweet groan.
My grip tightened, and I pulled him toward me to take him so deep that his cock hit the back of my throat.
“You handle me so well,” Amby moaned, his hand gripping my hair until tears stung my eyes, and I relished it.
His words spurred me on to go faster, and I used my rough grip on his ass to control him.
My peak was building fast. I tugged his cheeks apart and nudged my middle finger over to find his hole.