Chapter Ten #3
He got the khaki shirt off one shoulder, but it snagged on his other elbow. Maxie grabbed the shirt and almost ripped it off. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him. She’d been stealing glances at him forever. She liked him in that uniform, but she liked him out of it even better.
She didn’t know where to touch first.
Surging off the wall, she pressed her lips to his chest and stroked her hands up and down his sides.
“Whoa, Beauty.” He caught at her nightie. “You’re not the only one who gets to have fun.”
The loose material lifted easily, but the bandeau was snug across her breasts. Zac swore when it didn’t pull off easily. He slid his hands underneath, cupping her breasts as he tried to work the gown off. Maxie groaned. Skin. Finally.
Crossing her arms, she tugged at the garment. It turned loose, and her breasts popped out. She raised the white silk over her head but let out a surprised squeak when heat and wetness surrounded her nipple.
She froze, blinded, as Zac sucked her breast.
Arousal poured through her, arching her body into his.
He wrapped his arms around her as his head bent low.
The tug of his mouth was strong. With every suck, a pang resonated deep in her belly.
The knot cinched tighter, growing hotter.
The white nightie slipped from her fingers as she let her head fall back.
Threading her fingers through his hair, she held him to her. Her fingers tightened responsively when he licked at her and sucked strongly. The bite was just… Ohhhh. Lifting one leg, she slid her knee against his thigh. It felt so good. Her pussy ached, and her skin was sensitive everywhere.
“Zac.”
He turned loose, only to give his attention to her other breast. He nuzzled it with his nose and kissed the underside. “You are so beautiful.”
Maxie held him to her, loving the sensation of his hard chest and the rasp of the whiskers on his cheek. Her breasts felt full and hot. She wanted this. She wanted him. She pecked kisses across his shoulder and wrapped her leg higher around his hips.
They rolled towards her, and she moaned when his erection pushed between her legs, right where she needed it the most. She rubbed helplessly.
“God. Damn.” He ground against her hard, pumping twice before pulling away. “Hold that thought too.”
Maxie let out a cry of distress and tried to keep the contact, but then he was tugging at her panties. Her hands were jerky as she reached for his zipper. Yes. Clothes off. She was so turned on she could think of nothing else but getting close to him, feeling him inside her.
Grasping the waistband of his pants, she pushed them down.
The room was getting warm and humid as the shower sprayed nonstop.
She swiveled her hips as he stripped her bare, his hands big and hot and male.
They fought with the clothes until they dropped to the floor, and the two of them stood together, naked and aroused.
Zac said nothing, simply grabbed her about the waist and hauled her into the shower. Maxie gasped, clutching at him as he pressed her to the slick wall. The kisses he gave her were rougher, more explicit. She squirmed against him and felt his erection pressing at her belly. He was thick and long.
His hand tangled in her hair. Water was falling all around them, trailing over sensitive skin and splashing onto exposed flesh. Maxie shivered. The water was too hot, then too cold. Either way, it was shocking.
“Hurry,” she begged.
He hitched her up, and she circled her legs around him.
The position left her open and vulnerable.
She caressed his chest as he backed her up against the shower wall.
His body was a thing of wonder to her. She loved the tapestry of muscles, the layers of bone and sinew.
His breath was warm against her neck, and she boldly caressed lower and lower.
When she finally wrapped her fingers around his erection, his forehead dropped against her breastbone.
She kissed his temple and stroked him down below. He was pulsing in her hand, impossibly thick, his skin incredibly silky. “Mmm, I like you wet too.”
She lifted herself, and they both shuddered when the tip of his cock brushed her sensitive flesh. She rubbed it front to back and back to front until it bumped against her clit.
Sensation swarmed her. She couldn’t take it anymore. Rocking forward, she positioned him at her opening. His hips jerked when he settled into the soft notch, and he penetrated her.
She groaned with pleasure, and he shoved in another inch.
“Fuck. Wait.” He yanked out abruptly. “Just a second.”
She was confused when he set her on her feet.
Was he stopping? Why? That hand of inhibition that hadn’t even been allowed in the room suddenly wrapped around her heart.
It squeezed viciously, and she huddled back against the wall, unsure of what to do or what to say.
But Zac’s attention wasn’t on her. He’d turned away from her, and she felt achingly bereft.
She pressed her hands against the wall at her sides, fingers clenched into fists.
The shower door banged open, and he bent over, reaching for his pants.
“Oh,” she said weakly when he took something out of a pocket.
She blushed impossibly hotter. The strip unfolded, revealing what had to be an economy-sized pack of condoms.
He made quick work of the first one, tearing off a square and ripping it open with his teeth. Maxie watched, incredibly hot and bothered, as he unrolled the latex sheath over his rigid shaft. She felt shy but aroused. Embarrassed but engrossed.
When he touched her, she felt stiff and uncoordinated.
He looked at her, water from the shower streaming over his face and trailing off his chin. His eyes narrowed at her expression. Catching the shower nozzle, he deliberately directed it at her.
She gasped as water splashed over her bare body. The slap of it was shocking, and she wiped her face and sucked in air.
The oxygen stuck in her lungs when he caught her by the waist. He lifted her as easily as if she were a feather, putting her right back where she’d been.
He pushed himself between her legs until they were spread wide, and she caught at his shoulders for balance.
His cock pressed against her opening again, but this time there was no hesitancy.
He watched her face as he thrust into her, hard and deep.
“Oh!” Her body bowed as water streamed over her and heat burned inside her. “Oh God!”
He began to pump, and her thighs shifted against his hips. She pulled them higher, locking her ankles at the back of his waist. He felt huge burrowing inside her, spreading her and filling her.
But the way he moved.
Maxie came a bit undone. Her body clenched, and she pointed her toes convulsively. “Zac,” she moaned.
“Maxie,” he rasped in her ear.
The water made their skin slick as they moved together. It stung against sensitive flesh, drenching their hair and gliding down their legs. For Maxie, it was freeing. Being with him this way, so open and sexual, solidified something inside her, something that had been unsure and afraid.
She kissed him and raked her fingers over his skin. She wrapped herself around him as his thrusts became more intense. The rhythm was jagged and rushed, but she needed it that way. She needed him.
He lifted her a bit higher, and she rolled her head against the wall.
Her breasts were jouncing with every thrust, and he was pressing right against her clit.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. With her hands biting into his butt and her hair clinging to his shoulders, she came.
She dove into the sensation headfirst without taking a breath.
It left her dizzy and thrilled and totally wrung out.
By the time it was over, she sagged against him like a rag doll.
He shagged her almost desperately, still straining towards his own peak. Eager to help him, she slid her hand down to where they were connected. When her fingertips brushed against his balls, he jerked like she’d just pulled a string.
She held him as he came, his hips spasming as the pleasure rode him hard.
He braced one hand against the wall, and Maxie realized he was carrying all her weight. She reached for the slick floor with her toes.
“I’ve got you,” he grunted in her ear.
He caught her other leg before she could slide it down. He was still inside her, but he wasn’t making any attempts to disconnect their bodies. They looked at each other, eyes blinking as the water still poured over them.
“Right where I want you.”
Maxie let out a shaky breath. Her muscles were weak, her insides were quivering, and warmth was emanating deep inside her belly. She hadn’t known sex could be like that. So hot and intense, desperate and demanding, yet thoroughly satiating and emotional.
Her eyelids drooped, and she rested her forehead on Zac’s shoulder.
“All right.” His voice was gruff as he tucked her wet hair behind her ear. “I think it’s time we found Sleeping Beauty a bed.”
When Sunday morning rolled around, Zac was holding Maxie.
They were lying together on her big king-sized bed, but as close as they were, a twin would have sufficed.
Their bodies were spooned together with her back pressed against his chest. Her bottom cushioned his softened cock, and her toes rubbed his shins.
He could hear people moving about in the kitchen downstairs, but he was nowhere near ready to get up. He spread his hand wider over her stomach and felt her breathe as her chest slowly rose and fell. She was awake, he knew, and it encouraged him that she seemed too comfortable and content to move.
She wasn’t sneaking away this time.
“Zac?” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask me anything you want.”
She ran her fingertips along his forearm. “If your family is in Chicago, why did you leave? Why did you come here?”