Thirteen #2
I tilt my head back as he runs his fingers through my hair. Zac reaches behind me, squirting shampoo onto his hands before rubbing his fingers through my hair. Massaging my scalp, he watches as I lean my head into him, the fruity smell of the shampoo filling the air.
I have never had anyone wash my hair before, other than at the salon.
I don’t recall a time since my mother died that I have felt so cherished and loved.
I wouldn’t say that Zac loves me. I mean, how can he?
We’ve only known each other a few days, but the feelings I have for him are deep and unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
I tilt my head back again, and he rinses out the shampoo before repeating the process with conditioner. Zac reaches around and turns off the shower. I have completely submitted my body to his will by now.
Grabbing some fluffy white towels off the shelf, he wraps one around himself, and I can’t help but notice the impressive erection he is currently sporting.
Drying me just as thoroughly as he washed me, he bends down and lifts one foot, resting it on his thigh.
He drags the soft fabric of the towel from my ankle to my thigh, stopping right before the spot that I’m now aching for him to touch.
Smirking up at me, he puts my foot down and brings my other leg up, repeating the process.
This time, he does rub the towel between my thighs.
As I let out a moan, he pulls the towel away and stands up.
He knows what he’s doing to me. He knows I’m aching for his touch there.
His fingers, his mouth, his cock… right now, I’d take any of them. I’m not picky.
Picking up a clean towel, he wraps my hair up before guiding me out of the bathroom and straight into his walk-in wardrobe. I can’t help but let out a frustrated groan. Zac looks back at me and chuckles.
Chuckles. The asshole chuckles at me. As I’m standing there, slightly fuming, yet still very turned on, he hands me a shirt and a pair of sweats.
Looking me straight in the eye, he says, “Get dressed. We need to talk.”
Arghh, what the hell? He expects me to get dressed and talk? I’m so worked up I’m surprised I’m not combusting. Holding the clothes out to the side, I look up at him.
“Either you are going to get me off right now, or I will march my naked self out to your bed and use my own fingers to finish what you started in there,” I huff, pointing in the direction of the shower.
Zac’s eyebrows raise towards his hairline.
He tilts his head, slowly perusing my body from my feet to my head.
Before I know it, he comes towards me, bends at the waist, and has me draped over his shoulder, storming towards what I can only hope is his bed.
He slaps my ass, the sting registering the same time I’m floating and landing on the cloud-like mattress of his bed.
Yes, this I can work with. Just as the thought crosses my mind, Zac is hovering over me. He has one hand around my neck, squeezing, but not tight enough that I struggle to breathe. His other hand is cupping my pussy.
Bending down, he growls into my ear, “This pussy is mine. It’s mine to play with. It’s mine to pleasure.” He dips a finger in and out of me slowly and nibbles on my neck. “Sunshine, the only way this pussy is getting off is from my hands, my cock, or my mouth. Do you understand?”
I can’t help but shiver at his words, my core clenching around his finger.
“Oh, god.” Moaning, I attempt to lift my hips, anything to get that extra friction my core is desperate for. Zac continues to tease me, slowly inserting just the one finger.
“Please.” I’m reduced to begging.
“You need more, sunshine?” Lifting his head, he looks directly into my eyes.
“Yes, more. Please, Zac,” I beg, attempting to lift my hips again.
“I’ll get you there, but first you have to tell me…” Bending, he sucks a nipple into his mouth.
“Ah, god. Tell you what?”
Letting go of my nipple with an audible pop, he lifts his head up, smirking at me. “That this pussy belongs to me and only me.”
I’m just about to tell him anything to reach the orgasm that’s floating on the horizon. “It’s yours, all yours. Now please, let me come.”
My body feels like there are thousands of live wires circuiting throughout, goosebumps coating my skin and a light sweat covering the surface. Zac withdraws his finger and begins circling it around my clit.
Leaning down to whisper in my ear, he says, “I can’t wait to watch you come, to watch you fall apart from my fingers. There’s just one more thing I need from you before I can let that happen.”
“Oh my god, Zac, I don’t care. Whatever you need, it’s yours, just please.” I don’t even care what I’m agreeing to.
“After I give you the pleasure you need, you and I, we are going to talk,” he demands. “Tell me you understand that is what’s going to happen, sunshine.”
“Okay… Yes, god… Okay… Talk… we will talk after.” I’m reduced to a babbling mess I’m so worked up.
Chuckling, Zac lowers his head to my nipple again. Licking it once, he says, “Glad we can agree on things so easily,” then proceeds to suck on my nipple, while roughly inserting two fingers inside me with increasing speed.
My back arches off the bed. “Yes! Oh god. Yes!
Please don’t stop.”
Zac circles his thumb around my clit while thrusting his fingers inside me. He moves his mouth to my other breast, squeezing tighter around my throat, and I see stars. My body starts to involuntarily shake, my core clenching around his fingers, as I scream out his name through my release.
Zac draws every inch of pleasure from me as I slowly come down from my orgasmic high. He lifts his head to meet my eyes, raising one eyebrow.
“Better?” he questions with the cockiest grin plastered on his face—like he doesn’t know how good he is at that.
“Mmhmm,” I mumble, feeling completely relaxed. Zac raises off the bed and walks back into his wardrobe, only to reappear moments later wearing a pair of dark denim jeans and a black shirt. He must notice the disappointment on my face at him being clothed, as he laughs.
Roaming his eyes up and down my sprawled-out body, he says, “Babe, we can either have this talk with you dressed, or as naked and spread out as you are now. I don’t mind either way.”
“Or you could strip those jeans off and let me return the favour,” I suggest.
“Oh, you will definitely get a chance to return the favour, but first, we are having that talk.” He smirks.
Realising I’m not going to get out of this, I grunt as I get off the bed. “Fine, but I’m getting dressed first.”