Chapter 8
8
Before she could respond, he plunged two fingers inside her. Her hips arched off the sofa as sensation ramped up high, higher than before.
He lapped her clit with his tongue while he flexed his fingers, stretching her. Readying her for his possession.
With his free hand, he lazily plucked a packet from his trouser pocket.
Eyes on her, he flared the condom over the wide, engorged head of his cock in one slick move.
It struck her how practiced he seemed at that maneuver, but the thought was washed away a second later when his fingers slid out of her and plunged back in.
“You’re so wet for me,” he crooned with satisfaction. “So gorgeous.”
He finished rolling on the condom and stretched over her, his golden body a stunning landscape that dried her mouth. When he fused his mouth to hers, Bethany immediately opened, her need for him bordering on insanity.
The wide crown of his cock nudged her and she shuddered. “Zach…”
“I love the way you say my name. You moan it in a way that makes me want to fuck it out of you again and again.”
“Do it. Now,” she begged.
“Ah, darling. How can I resist an invitation like that, hmm?”
He slid into her, one perfect inch at a time until she was stretched so tight that she hovered on the border between pleasure and pain.
“I’ll take care of you, Bethany. But you need to tell me if it gets too much, okay?”
Pleasure screaming through her, she nodded. She gripped his hips as he pressed into her, undulating in a stunningly smooth motion that made her even more wet.
Her renewed slickness made him groan. “Jesus, you know what that does to me?” he moaned.
Plunging deeper, he buried himself almost to the hilt. No matter how long he’d prepared her, she still couldn’t take all of him. When she whimpered, he drew back but immediately, she felt empty. “No! Please, give it to me.”
He slid himself back into her tight sheath, causing another shudder to rake through her as he stretched her.
“You love what I’m doing to you?”
“God… yes! It’s… You’re unbelievable.”
He captured her hands in his and placed them above her head while he sucked her lower lip into his mouth. “Good, things are about to get a whole lot nicer.”
His cocky reassurance pulled a choked laugh out of her, even as her pulse shot up once again.
Zachary Savage fucked like he had all the time in the world. Sure, long, expert strokes that left a trail of fire all the way along her passage, a fire he had every intention of stoking with each lazy stroke. He licked her lower lip, then grazed his way to her jaw before capturing one earlobe. A quick bite had her gasping for breath.
“Jesus. Is there any part of you that doesn’t respond to my touch? On second thought, don’t answer that. I want to find out for myself.”
His strokes increased in frequency, her hitched cries seeming to excite him. But still he maintained absolute control over his strokes.
Beneath him, sensation built. Heat flooded her, burning, consuming her as his cock filled her with each thrust. “Zach… I don’t know how much more I can take. I want… I want…”
“Not yet.” He sealed his mouth over hers, licked his tongue into her mouth before releasing her. “Let me fuck you some more. Just a little while longer. You feel so good, baby. So soft.”
Bethany wondered how he could keep such expert control when she could already feel her mind beginning to fracture as pleasure consumed her. The stark hunger on his face told another story. He was intent on devouring her, on extracting every single ounce of pleasure from her. Then extracting some more.
The idea that he wanted her this much blew her mind. But the evidence was right there in his face. He was as insane with pleasure as she was, his sculpted chest beginning to expand and contract as he took increasingly rapid breaths.
“Put your legs around me.” She complied but he shook his head, his eyes blazing a savage demand. “Tighter. I want to feel your legs gripping me the way your hungry cunt is gripping my cock.”
Her thighs shook as she clenched them tight. The move forced him deeper into her on the next stroke, taking pleasure to a whole new level.
Her jagged scream made his eyes darken. “Tell me how that feels.”
“Incredible. Oh, God, Zach, more, please, fuck me harder!”
Her throaty demand seemed to crack the last of his control. One hand still trapping hers above her head, he gripped her ass with the other and slammed into her.
His lips parted on a pained grimace as he increased his thrusts. Perspiration sheened both their bodies as they writhed together, racing towards the promise of mind-blowing release.
“Bethany! Fuck!”
He slammed into her, harder than before. She screamed, her lids heavy from near-delusional pleasure.
“No, baby,” he commanded. “Eyes on me. Watch what you do to me. See how insane fucking you has driven me.”
His eyes were crazy with lust, flames bursting through as stark need clenched his jaw tight.
“Oh,” she gasped, so unbelievably turned on by the knowledge of what she’d done to him that she screamed harder.
His smile was almost sadistically smug. “Like that, do you? Do you love that you have me at your mercy? Do you love knowing that I’d rather die than stop now? That I’d rather stop breathing than stop fucking you right now?”
“Yes! Oh, God…” The orgasm took her by surprise even though she’d known she was close. It rippled through her like the beginnings of an earthquake. All the way down her spine to coil tight within her belly. He drank her keening moan with a searing kiss.
“Just like that baby. I’m so close.”
His nostrils pinched together as he reared back and hooked his gaze on hers.
“Zach!”
“Yes, Peaches. Now! Right fucking now!”
He slammed into her once, twice. His teeth bared on a savage growl as her orgasm ripped through her. Spasming wildly beneath him, Bethany heard her screams echo through the large room and bounce off the walls.
“Jesus!” His gorgeous hair fell over his forehead, framing his stunning face as he bucked wildly on top of her, spurting his long, endless release inside her.
The pleasure-pain reflected in his eyes made her want to touch him, kiss him. When she struggled against his hold, he finally set her free.
Pushing his hair back, she levered herself up and kissed his mouth, her eyes still wide open and connected with his. His groan was long and deep, the connection searing, unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
A feeling of vulnerability crept over her. Absurdly, she felt as if Zach was looking deep into her soul and allowing her a glimpse into his. She saw beauty, pleasure… and pain.
He broke the connection first, his head dropping down until his forehead touched hers. Their breaths mingled as he slid his arms around her shoulder and pulled her close.
Her thighs shook with tension and she loosened her hold on him.
“Did I say you could let me go?” he demanded, but his lips curved in a smile against her shoulder.
“I’m so liquid right now, not all the ballet training in the world can make me keep this pose.”
His head slowly lifted, his eyes gleaming with keen interest. “You’re a trained ballerina?”
“Was. Unfortunately, my ass started to grow when I was fourteen and hasn’t stopped growing. I had to give up hopes of becoming a world-famous prima ballerina and settle for being a not-so-world-famous events organizer.”
His interest grew. “So just how… flexible are you?” The question was so blatantly sexual that her barely lowered pulse spiked higher again.
“Why do you want to know?” she asked, despite the blush creeping over her skin.
“Because I want to know just how… adventurous we can get together.” Lust slid over his face. He licked his lips in a purely predatory way that made her stomach muscles clench hard.
Unbelievably, he started to get hard again inside her.
At her shaky breath, he grimaced. “Let’s continue this in the shower. I want to know all about your dreams of becoming a ballerina. And the hot topic of your ass growing.”
He laughed at the glare she gave him. A moment later, they both groaned as he pulled out of her.
Zach reared back and looked down her pink sex. “You’re so fucking beautiful down there. I could eat you all over again.”
Her visible shudder made him laugh, even as he drifted his knuckles over her still tingling sex.
“But first, a shower. And some food for you.”
He stood up and held out his hand to her.
As Bethany followed his tall, lean body, she tried to make sense of the myriad emotions tumbling through her.
She’d just experienced the most incredible sexual episode of her life. Elation, confusion and trepidation fought within her.
* * *
Zach sensed her roiling emotions as he led her to the bathroom.
Heck, he was still reeling from what had just happened on the living room sofa. He’d never come so hard for so long.
And that command for her to look into his eyes as he came? Where the hell had that come from? The last thing he wanted was for any woman to look into his soul.
The blackness of his soul and the barren echoes of pain that had been a part of him for so long he hardly noticed them anymore—these were the last things he wanted to share with Bethany; this sweet, slightly vulnerable yet brave woman who hadn’t run a mile when she’d caught a glimpse of the sort of man he was underneath the civilized gloss.
But somehow, in fucking Bethany, the need to connect with her at that point had become visceral, necessary. His need for her had certainly been enough to propel him onto an Indigo Lounge trip after he’d sworn never to set foot on one of his planes again.
And, boy, had it almost blown his cock off with the intensity of it.
His cock, which had woken again when she’d mentioned her ass and her former intention to be a ballerina, grew harder.
As they passed a large cheval mirror, he glanced at her reflection, saw her flushed body still sweaty from their exertions and fought not to flatten her against the wall and fuck her all over again.
Time, she needed a little time to recover.
Truth be told, so did he.
He still hadn’t shaken off the residual panic he’d felt when he’d returned to find her gone. The sense of loss and disappointment had been so acute he’d wondered whether he’d lost his mind. He’d been in the process of calling his security people to track her down when she’d turned up. That in itself stunned the hell out of him.
When had he felt strongly enough about any woman to track her down after she’d walked away from him?
Never.
And yet, the thought of Bethany Green, a woman he’d known for barely two days, walking away from him?—
Soft hands touched his back, and his mind melted.
Whirling, he faced her in front of the mirror.
Blue eyes, lightening now she wasn’t caught in the maelstrom of sensation, stared up at him. When they dropped to his mouth, heat shot into his groin.
The unabashed way she wanted him excited him more than he’d been excited in a very long time. Her eyes flicked to his again, and he saw the hesitation in their depths.
He cupped her face and tilted her head up. “You don’t have to be afraid to tell me what you want, Bethany. You hold nothing back between us. If you want to kiss me, you kiss me. Whatever you want, you take it. Because I sure as hell won’t be holding back when it comes to you. Understood?”
Her eyes widened, this time with excitement and a hint of that trepidation he’d seen earlier. Whatever her asshole ex had done to her, the bastard had made her doubt her sexuality and femininity. He barely stopped himself from cursing and waited for her to answer. When she didn’t, he passed his thumb over her lower lip. Felt it tremble beneath his touch.
“Bethany? Tell me what you want.”
She sucked in a huge breath. “You. I want you so badly I can’t understand it. We just had sex, and yet I want you again. Like right now?—”
Relief smashed through his chest. Sex he could deal with, even if this brand of crazy sex held something new he wasn’t altogether familiar with.
Grinning, he kissed her. “Glad you feel that way, baby. I wouldn’t want you to think I was a crazy sex-obsessed monster who devours orgasms for breakfast.”
“Sex god.”
“Excuse me?”
“Sex god. That’s what I thought you were the moment I saw you.”
He felt his grin widen. “And I thought you were going to leave before I got the chance to get my mouth on that juicy cunt of yours.”
Her husky laugh made him harder. “You thought I would leave?”
“You stood in that goddamn doorway for so long, I thought you’d turned into a statue. Then you walked in and Johnny Boy Band got his horn-dog eyes on you. I wanted to smash his teeth in.”
“Jax is a sweet guy.”
An unpleasant feeling threatened to ruin his mood. “He wanted to fuck you. I wanted to smash his face in.”
Her smile dimmed a little, and he realized he’d nearly growled his response. But he didn’t take it back. The parts of himself he could reveal to Bethany needed to be revealed up close and immediately. He didn’t want there to be any misapprehension when it came to what he wanted.
“Does that worry you?” he asked, holding his breath for her answer.
“I don’t know. No one’s felt that way about me before.” Again, pain shadowed her eyes.
Again, he fought back his curse. “I feel that way about you now. I’m insanely possessive about you. The thought of any other guy getting close to this”—he pulled back to gaze over the perfection of her body—“makes me insane.”
“We’ve known each other barely two days, Zach.”
“I knew how I felt before I even saw your face.”
Her breath fractured. “What… what are you saying?”
“That I don’t know what the hell this is. But no other guy is going to come near you while we figure it out.”
“And how exactly are we going to figure it out? I don’t even know where you live or if I’ll see you again once this trip is over.”
“You’ll see me. That I can promise you.”
Questions filled her eyes. Questions he wasn’t ready to answer because he hadn’t figured out the answers yet. And especially when his cock was fired up strongly enough to hammer nails. Tugging her after him, he resumed his journey down the hallway.
Her fingers jerked in his when they entered the bathroom. He glanced at her to find her eyes riveted on the wide bath, her features pale.
“What is it?”
“I don’t do bathtubs…”
Zach tugged her close and drifted his mouth over her jaw and neck. “For what I have in mind, the shower is better.”
He felt her relief and pulled back. “What exactly do you have against bathtubs?”
She shook her head, her hands sliding up his chest as she leaned in closer. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, if you don’t mind?”
“I do mind. But I’ll let you distract me with those delicious nipples you’re rubbing against my chest.”
He walked backward with her into the immense shower, programmed the temperature settings on the electronic panel and turned on the large square showerhead. Six jets spewed warm water into the space where he directed them. He glanced over to the wide bench on the far side of the shower enclosure and dismissed it.
That would come later. For now, he had a more urgent wish.
“I’ve frisked that tight, plump ass of yours. I’ve held it as I fucked you on the sofa. But I haven’t actually seen it naked yet. So, Bethany Green, how about you turn around and show me that hot little ass of yours, huh?”
* * *
“There’s nothing little about it,” Bethany replied, the old insecurity about her ass rising to the fore, despite the hungry heat in Zach’s eyes. “It’s ridiculously large.”
“Show me.” His hand drifted to his cock and grasped it. Bethany watched, mesmerized as he caressed it lazily, his tongue darting out to touch his lower lip.
The motion of him stroking his cock was so hypnotizing, she locked her knees to keep from sliding into a stupid puddle of need. When he made his demand again, she shook her head. He was so gorgeous and she… she couldn’t turn around.
“Zach…”
“Turn the fuck around. Now.” The demand was rough. Urgent.
Steam rose in the room, unfortunately not enough to provide any camouflage. But it was enough to raise her already soaring temperature.
“You make me come over there and you’ll regret it,” he warned.
She squeezed her eyes shut for several seconds. Then, slowly she turned, presenting her back and her worst feature to the probing gaze of the most beautiful man in the world.
Silence.
More silence.
Then… “Jesus, Bethany… How can you think…? Fuck!”
Her head whipped back, damp hair clinging to her cheeks as her gaze sought his. But he wasn’t staring into her face. His gaze was riveted on her ass, a look so reverent, so intensely awed, that it weakened her knees.
He couldn’t possibly love her ass… could he?
One step was all it took to bring him within touching distance of her. Instead, he reached up to one side of the showerhead and plucked a bottle off the shelf. Bethany didn’t care what it contained. She couldn’t look away from the stark hunger stamped on his face.
He flicked open the top with his thumb and tilted the bottle.
Cool liquid landed on her lower back, making her gasp at the contrasting sensations.
Still, without taking his eyes from her ass, he caressed his hand over his cock one more time, then began spreading the liquid all over her wet globes.
Sensation shot through her, which had nothing to do with his heated touch, although that in itself threatened to blow her mind.
“What… what is that?”
“Shhh, don’t speak right now, baby. I’m in ass heaven.”
“Seriously? Ass heaven?”
He slapped her ass hard enough to sting, then groaned. “God, I just made your ass pink.” He slapped it again for good measure then reverently rubbed the lotion in, squeezing and caressing her flesh over and over.
With each caress, she felt her sex dampen, liquid heat oozing to join the cream of her earlier orgasm, making her slicker than she’d ever been in her life.
When Zachary gave an animalistic growl, she groaned with the eroticism of it. That finally drew his attention. Whatever he saw on her face made his silver eyes darken. He jerked forward and pressed his chest into her back. His growing stubble grazed her cheek as his sharp teeth caught her earlobe.
“Remember what I said about putting my cock between these sweet globes?”
“Yes?”
“Brace your hands on the wall, Peaches. I’m about to make good on my promise.”
She braced. He stepped forward.
The feeling of his hot, velvety, stiff cock sliding between her ass cheeks was the most sensational feeling in the world. Bethany’s mouth dropped open as her thighs trembled with the strength of her feelings.
“Jesus… How…?”
Zach gave a broken half laugh, half groan. “You feel it, too. It’s insane how good it feels, isn’t it?”
He pressed himself more deeply between her globes, slid his cock up and down. She’d never guessed how sensitive she was until she felt his cock head caress the space between her pussy and anus. At the first pass of his crown against her tight opening, she jerked as a different sensation spilled over her.
“You like that?”
“It feels… different.”
He slid over the entrance again, pressing the ridged and veined underside of his cock against her. Again, sensation weakened her knees.
The thought had never even occurred to her that she could like anal play. Despite her close relationship with her vibrator, she’d never been bold enough to venture past her pussy.
Now insanely erotic, and God, yes, frightening thoughts tumbled through her head.
Could she…?
She shook her head to dispel the thought. Zach laughed as if he’d read her mind.
“What are you thinking of, naughty girl?”
“Umm… nothing,” she gasped as he increased his pace.
“Keep thinking those thoughts. Watching you blush all over makes me harder.”
She glanced around wildly, looking for something solid to hold on to.
“God, I love your ass. The way it cradles my cock. Look over your shoulder, baby, watch how great your ass looks.”
She glanced down over her shoulder and nearly lost her mind at the sight of Zach’s cock cradled between her butt cheeks. Her nipples tightened harder and her sex grew wetter, plumper with need.
His large hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he pumped harder. The rough passes over her tight anus made her cry out. Unbelievably, she felt an orgasm creep closer.
“Oh!”
He pressed her forward until her nipples grazed the cool tiles with each thrust. Cold at her front, hot at her back. The contrasting sensations pulled her closer to the edge.
Zach’s ragged breathing told her he was close too. “Fuck, Peaches. This feels even better than I imagined.”
“Hmmm.” She couldn’t form coherent sentences any more than she could stop the climax that encroached.
Releasing her hips, he cupped her jaw with one hand, and with the other, he slid his fingers down her stomach to tease her clit.
The pressure on her jaw increased, forcing her mouth open. Still fucking her butt cheeks, he slowly slid two fingers inside her sweet heat and two in her mouth.
“Suck,” he instructed.
Too much. Way too much sensation tumbled her over the edge. As her cheeks hollowed from sucking his fingers, Bethany clamped her eyes shut and moaned her fiery hot release.
Several seconds later, Zach buried his face in her shoulder and shouted his own release as he spurted his hot semen all over her ass.
Strong arms banded around her as the showerheads jetted over them. When they could move without the aid of the shower wall, he grabbed another bottle, this time a shower gel. He washed her from head to toe, then washed himself before turning off the shower. She turned to grab a towel, presenting him with her back once more.
His groaned hiss made her freeze.
“Ah, Peaches, I can’t wait to show you my toy room in Marrakech.”