10. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Zach
F or a minute, I was sure she was going to tell me this was all a mistake. And, of course, it would be while I’m buried deep inside her and finally seeing the world clearly for what feels like the first time in my life.
But she didn’t.
I crash my mouth to hers and tip my hips forward. She whines against my mouth, and I want to devour every sound she makes.
Mazie can get in her head, I know this. But I really felt like if she put too much thought into what was happening, she’d realize it’s a mistake. That she’d shun me, and we’d never be the same again.
Instead, it seems like things are going my way. I definitely didn’t expect this when I showed up tonight. We hadn’t spoken since that first kiss, and I was missing her. Though I wasn’t sure it would work, I hoped showing up for movie night would be enough to get back in her good graces, to pave over the hole I’d made in the road.
Thankfully, it’s been beyond what I could have imagined.
I’m not a ladies’ man. It’s something that I pride myself on. I don’t do one-night stands, I don’t sleep around. Monogamy is the only option for me.
And even though it’s been a while, I never dreamed sex could be this incredible.
It’s taking everything I have not to come too fast. Now that she’s distracted herself and thrown a slight wrench into things, I can’t let us lose momentum.
Adjusting myself, I pull out and give a quick bite to her neck, grabbing her hips and flipping her to her stomach while pulling her knees down to the floor.
She’s pushing up on her hands, which I grab and pull behind her back, holding them against her supple skin, just as above her ass, like I would with somebody I’m arresting. Then I push between her shoulder blades so her chest is flush against the couch.
A small smile plays on her face, but I know Mazie, and she’s not adventurous. In fact, this whole thing is probably quite different for her.
With one hand, I keep her wrists bound behind her back and reach around to grab her breast. I swirl my fingers around her nipple, and she moans into the couch, pushing her ass out. Exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
I slip the tip of my cock through her soaking pussy and dive into her. She squeals at the sudden and full intrusion, clenching her muscles around my cock. My head tips back with a groan.
Though I’ve been trying to hold myself together, I feel the thread of self-restraint fraying. I prefer things a bit…rougher. I’m dying to smack her ass until it turns pink and warm. But I know that’s not Mazie, and I’ll hold myself back forever if that’s what she wants.
So instead, I tighten my grip on her wrists and slowly pull out until just the tip of my cock is left inside her. Then, all at once, I slam my full length back in. Her upper body shifts forward on the couch.
I repeat the motion again, and again.
After a minute or two of repeating this, I pick up speed, thrusting into her with newfound vigor and force. Every single push in causes her to whine and moan, and each pull out has her tipping her ass higher in the air, like she’s searching for my cock.
She may not be adventurous, but she is responsive.
“Zach.”
Mmm. The way she says my name. So full of passion and desire. It unhinges me just a little more.
And causes me to start pumping into her in a way that may be considered too rough. But I keep a close eye on her face, carefully watching for any signs of pain or discomfort. Instead of either of those, her face crumples in ecstasy.
A tickling at my wrist makes me glance down to where I’m holding her hands firmly behind her back, to find her fingers wiggling against my arm. I adjust my grip, and she links her fingers with mine, squeezing tightly as her eyes shut and her mouth falls open.
She lets out a whimper and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Fuck. I’m going to come.”
Those words have never sounded so incredible.
I lean forward, resting my lips against her ear. “You like the feel of my cock inside you. Don’t you, Mazie?”
“Yes.” The word is a breathless pant.
Staying bent over her, I move a hand between her and the couch, my middle finger finding her clit and rubbing in a circular motion while I pound into her. She’s going to be sore after this.
“Zach.” She cries out my name as she starts to tremble, and her pussy clamps down on my cock.
It’s so tight I can barely move, and I choke out a groan as I spill inside her. It catches me a little off guard. Usually, I’m better at edging myself, but she’s just so damn perfect, and her body is incredible.
Aside from her back rapidly rising and falling, Mazie’s completely still. Dread pours over me. Is she okay? Was I too rough for our first time? Did I hurt her?
But then a smile crosses her face, and she heaves a content sigh.
Glancing around for something to clean her up with, I settle on my undershirt. I grab it as I pull out of her, wiping up our mess before tossing the shirt to the side.
I flop to my back against the gray carpet, taking a breath. Mazie stays bent over the couch, and I reach out and smack her ass. She gives a tiny yelp, but the sound that resonates in my ears is that of my palm against her flesh.
She finally lies down next to me, her head on my chest and arm flung over me. One leg drapes over mine, and I can feel her wetness against my thigh. It makes my dick jump.
Though most of her body is cool to the touch, her breasts are warm. I put my hands on her shoulders and push her back, a wide smile pulling up the corners of my lips at seeing that her chest is raw and red. Seems like a touch of rugburn from the couch.
We’re lying silently, and I’m staring up at the ceiling while I trail a finger along her arm, when she starts giggling. My eyebrows draw together and my hand halts.
“What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know. Isn’t it all just a little…weird? Not in a bad way. It was amazing . But we’ve been best friends for years and know a lot about each other. But I never knew you were into anything rough.”
“Is that…is it a problem? I know I probably should have checked with you or something, but this wasn’t exactly planned.”
“No. You’re fine. It was…different than what I’m used to or have experienced before. But, I don’t know, maybe that’s better. Something unique between us.”
“Can I make a confession?”
When her breathing halts, and she doesn’t answer for a moment, worry creeps through my mind.
“Sure.” But her word brings comfort back.
“I was not actually as rough as I like to be.”
“Oh.”
“The rawness of your chest right now? It’s such a fucking turn on. I wanted to slap your ass red but wasn’t sure how you’d feel about that. I didn’t necessarily mean for it to be anything other than sensual, but you just do something to me that made me snap, and I couldn’t hold back. I’m sorry.”
She's already shaking her head before I'm done talking. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Zach. I’m a grown woman, and I have a voice that I’m not afraid to use. Like I said, it was different. But the whole thing was. You’re somebody I know so well, am so close to, and recognize in so many different ways that it wasn’t as if we needed to learn about each other. It’s like we just jumped right into the deep end and skipped swimming lessons.”
“I’m still not sure if you think that’s a good thing or bad thing.”
She puts a palm against my jaw and leans up as she turns my face toward hers. Her lips brush gently against mine before she says, “It’s a very good thing.”
Though she moves to lie against me again, I lose my hand in the curls at the back of her head and pull her mouth to mine. My tongue sweeps between her lips and tangles with hers. This could get dangerous. I can't get enough.
But instead, I pull back and cup her cheek. “How are you feeling? You know what? Never mind.”
I roll out from underneath her and scoop her up into my arms. She loops her hands around my neck but looks around frantically. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to draw you a bath. You’re likely to be sore after sex like that.”
“Zach, I’m fine. Let’s just go to bed.”
“No.”
She leans back and raises an eyebrow. I tighten my grip around her and start toward the bathroom.
“What do you mean ‘no'?’’
“If we’re really doing this, which it seems like we are since I just fucked you relentlessly and I’m carrying you through your house naked, I’m going to take care of you. Always. It’s not just to protect you from outside forces, but to care for you when you’re sick, or hurt, or just need a fucking break. Mazie, you’ve been everything for your sisters for so long, it’s time somebody be that for you.”
Her mouth parts, as though she’s about to protest, but it closes just as quickly. She leans her head against my shoulder and presses her lips to my neck. “Thank you.”
Once we get into the bathroom, I start the faucet and put the plug in. One thing Mazie loves about this house is the old-fashioned claw foot bathtub.
Knowing Mazie as well as I do, and having been here as frequently as I have, I know where everything is. So as soon as I set her down, I can go about finding the jar of bath salts she uses and dump in roughly a cup's worth.
I set a towel on the floor, just outside the bath, where our feet will land so as not to make a puddle, because she hates having to clean things like that up. Then I grab two new towels from the closet.
It’s not until I extend a hand to help her in that I take a glance at her. She’s stunningly, achingly beautiful. But her arms are crossed against her chest and a light smile plays on her face.
“What’s that pretty smile for?”
“You just…you fit here. You move so effortlessly, it’s like you’ve lived here for years.”
“In some ways, I have.” I close the gap between us, putting a hand at her lower back and pulling her flush against me while the other cups her cheek, my thumb running along her cheekbone. “I know you, Mazie.”
“Yeah. You do.”
Though I could get lost in her sapphire eyes forever, I have to tear away. The longer we wait, the sorer she’ll be.
I climb into the tub first, holding her hand while she daintily tests the water with her toes before moving all the way in.
The best thing about the clawfoot tub is that it’s huge. There’s plenty of room for both of us, and it has a nice, inclined back for me to lean against. Before I’ve even fully settled, I pull Mazie back against my chest, one arm around her shoulders.
Her head rests against my collarbone, and her curls tickle my chin. My body vibrates as she hums.
“What?”
One shoulder lifts slightly, and her hands glide through the water. “This just feels right. You know?”
“I’m glad you think so.” Relief floods my body and seeps out with my words.
She turns slightly and tips her head back to meet my eye. “Were you worried?”
“Of course I was. Not only did I feel like you didn’t want me to have kissed you, once it clicked you did…I don’t know. What if we had sex and you felt like you made a mistake?”
“You could have felt the same way.”
Before she finishes, I’m shaking my head. “Never. No single second has ever been a mistake with you, Mazie. Do I wish we got together sooner? Maybe. But our relationship has grown and blossomed and turned into something that brought us to where we are.”
“Where exactly are we?” There's a hesitation to her tone, a true curiosity.
Is she serious? After that, how does she not know?
But wait. This is Mazie. The girl who overthinks like it’s her job and questions her self-worth on a regular basis.
“I want you to be mine, Mazie. Exclusively. And all that entails. Dates, sleepovers, making dinner for each other. I want to be with you as often as possible. And, of course, more sex.”
“Is it all going to be that rough?” Though her tone holds true curiosity, I can tell she’s slightly concerned as well.
“Was it too much for you?” It’s better I know now.
“It was just different. Not necessarily in a bad way.”
“Mazie. I need you to be honest with me. I won’t ever hurt you, and I won’t do anything you don’t want to do, but my proclivities tend to lean more to the rough side.” Now’s the moment she has to be honest. Will it change things? Truthfully, I’m not sure.
It’s like there’s a beast caged inside me that just needs to be let out sometimes, and if I can’t do that with her, maybe there’s just no hope for us after all. I hate to even think that way. Mazie’s all I’ve wanted for longer than I even realize. But I’m not sure I can turn that part of me off.
When she doesn’t answer, I take her chin in my hand and tip her face toward mine. “Answer me.”
She tries to shrug away, but I won’t let her. “Honestly, I don’t know. I obviously enjoyed myself, and I know you did too. But that was my first time ever having sex outside of the bedroom.”
My brows shoot sky high before my jaw clenches. There’s shock mixed with anger and jealousy. Not that I have any right to feel that way, I could have told her a long time ago that I wanted to try things. Well, I guess I could have maybe figured it out for myself and told her. Though the more I think about it, the more I’m sure I was just lying to myself for years.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you I plan to fuck you in a bed plenty?” Though I’m trying to make light of things, she doesn’t laugh.
I hang my forehead against her shoulder and take a deep breath. “How about a mix? I can rein myself in for you here and there if you’re willing to be adventurous for me.”
She nods slightly and licks her lips. “I can agree to that.”
The water has started to chill. “Are you sore? Should I add more hot water?”
“No. I’m good. I’m tired, actually.”
Trailing my lips along her supple skin from her shoulder to her neck, my dick pulsates, and I know I won’t last long without being inside her again. “Can I stay the night?”
“I was hoping you would.”
“With you. In your bed.”
“Where else would you stay?” She sounds so confused. Like I haven’t spent many a night in her guestroom. But before I can ask, she shakes her head and wipes her wet palm down my cheek. “You said we’re doing this. Right? So if you’re really going to make me yours, if you’re going to protect me from everything, you need to be in bed next to me.”
“Thank fuck.” I crash my lips to hers, gripping her messy curls tightly as I tip her head back. As much as I want to stay in this tub and kiss her and fuck her, it’s cold and it’s time to stop when her body shivers, and not in the sexy way.
I separate myself from her and step out of the tub, chills racing down my spine as I wrap a gray towel around my waist. Grabbing a pink one from the hook, I hold it wide open for Mazie to step into. The second she does, I wrap it around her and rub my hands up and down her arms while I pull her against me. Briefly, I press my lips to the top of her head.
Part of me is tempted to scoop her up and carry her off to her bedroom, but a more rational part of me decides to let her lead the way.
She links her fingers through mine and pulls me into her room. Holding the towel tightly around her chest, she looks around the room before turning to face me. But she won’t look me in the eye. “Um, I don’t know what you want to wear.”
“I’ll just wear my boxers from before. That’s usually all I wear to bed.”
“Okay.”
I run my fingers down her arm as I walk past her and into the living room. Our clothes are scattered all over the floor, and I scoop up every garment I can find.
Dropping them on the bed, I sift through them until I find my boxer briefs and tug them on. Mazie comes to stand next to me, still clad in her towel, and carefully picks through the clothes, her fingers delicately holding up my shirt.
Silently, she turns to look at me with raised eyebrows.
There are few things sexier than a woman wearing your shirt. I smile and nod.
I stifle a groan as she drops the towel and pulls the shirt over her head. Of course it’s swimming on her and hangs below her ass. But she smiles and moves the rest of the clothes off the bed before turning down the covers.
At home, I normally sleep sprawled across the whole bed. But here, I’ll have to be on one side. She crawls onto the bed and right up the middle, before settling down in the fetal position more on the right side of the bed.
I scoot in behind her and loop an arm around her waist, tugging her against me before pulling the blanket up to cover us both.
For the first time ever, I fall asleep wrapped around my best friend.