Chapter 4 — Zoe
His mouth is on mine, and his weight presses me into the mattress and I can already feel how hard he is through his jeans.
I need him closer. Need more. Need everything.
He breaks the kiss and pulls back. His pupils are blown wide. His hands slide under my shirt. Hot palms on bare skin. He pushes the fabric up, lifts my arms, and the shirt comes off and lands somewhere I don't care about.
My breasts are heavy and full. Nipples already hard. I'm soft everywhere, curves and flesh and real substance.
"Jesus Christ." His voice is rough. "I've been wanting to see you like this for so long."
His hands cover my breasts, and the calluses on his palms scrape against sensitive skin. He squeezes and I arch into his touch.
"I love your body." He leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth. The heat of his tongue makes me gasp. "Love how soft you are."
His mouth works my breast while his hand moves down my stomach. His palm presses against my belly, fingers spreading wide. Then lower. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of my shorts.
"Can I?"
"Yes."
He pulls my shorts and underwear down in one motion. I lift my hips and then I'm naked under him. Thighs falling open.
He sits back and looks at me. Really looks. His gaze travels from my face down my neck, over my breasts, across my soft stomach, down to where I'm spread for him.
"Perfect." His hands slide up my inner thighs. Thick thighs that he grips hard. "Do you know how many times I've thought about this?"
"Show me."
He stands long enough to strip. Shirt gone. Jeans shoved down. Then he's back on the bed and I see all of him.
He's thick. Long. Hard and heavy between his legs.
My stomach flips with want.
He settles between my thighs. The head of him brushes against me and we both make sounds.
His hand slides between my legs. Fingers moving through wetness. Then he pushes two fingers inside me.
The stretch makes my back arch. He works me slow at first, then adds a third finger and the burn is intense.
"You're tight." His voice is strained. "I need you ready."
"I can take it."
"I know you can." His thumb finds my clit while his fingers keep moving. "But I'm bigger than this."
The idea sends heat through me. I'm already so wet I can hear it when he moves his hand.
He works me until my hips are rolling to meet his fingers. Until I'm making sounds I've never made before. Then he pulls his hand away.
He positions himself between my legs. The head of him pushes against my entrance. Warm and blunt and thick.
"Look at me."
I do. His eyes are dark and hungry.
Then he pushes forward.
The stretch is immediate. Overwhelming. He's so much thicker than his fingers. The width of him spreads me open inch by inch.
"Jesus." I can barely breathe. "You're so big."
"I know." He stops. Pulls back slightly. "Breathe."
I try. He pushes in again. Gains another inch. The fullness is intense. He's only halfway in and I already feel impossibly stretched.
"Relax." His hand grips my hip hard. "Let me in."
I breathe and try to relax. He pushes deeper and I feel every inch. The drag of him against my inner walls. The way my body has to stretch to take him.
"That's it." His voice is rough. "You're taking me so well."
He keeps going. Slow and steady until he's finally all the way in. Fully seated. His hips pressed flush against mine.
We both freeze.
I've never felt so full. He's everywhere. Stretching me wide, buried so deep I can feel him in my stomach.
"Fuck." He's shaking above me. "You feel incredible."
I can't speak. Can only feel his thick, throbbing cock inside me. The way my body clenches around him trying to adjust to his size.
"Move." I finally manage. "Please move."
He pulls back. The friction is devastating. I feel every ridge, every vein, the wide head dragging against sensitive tissue. Then he pushes back in and my nails dig into his shoulders.
"Like that?"
"Yes."
He sets a rhythm. Long strokes that make me feel every inch of him. Out until just the head remains, then back in deep. My body opens for him with each thrust.
The sounds we're making fill the room. His breathing rough. The slap of skin. The wet slide of him moving in and out of me.
"Is this what you wanted?" His voice is dark. "Me inside you?"
"Yes."
"What else did you imagine?"
"You. Making me yours."
His grip on my hip tightens hard enough to bruise. "You are mine. Say it."
"I'm yours."
He thrusts harder. Faster. Every stroke hitting deep. The pressure builds low in my spine. Heat spreading through my whole body.
"I want you on top." He pulls out and I feel empty. "I want to watch you ride me."
He moves onto his back and pulls me over him. I straddle his hips. His hands grip my waist, guiding me into position.
I reach between us and grip him. He's so hard, so thick in my hand. I position him at my entrance and sink down. The angle is different. Deeper. He fills me completely and I have to pause halfway down to adjust.
"Take your time." His hands slide up to cup my breasts. "Take all of me."
I sink lower. Inch by inch until I'm fully seated on him, and my thighs are spread wide. My soft belly presses against his hard abs.
"Fuck." His hands move to my hips. Gripping. "You look incredible like this."
I start to move. Slow at first. Rolling my hips, and finding the rhythm. He fills me completely with every downward motion. Perfect.
"That's it." His voice is strained. "Ride me."
I pick up speed. Lifting and dropping. Taking him deep over and over, my breasts bouncing with the movement. His eyes are locked on them, dark with hunger.
"Touch yourself." He says. "I want to watch."
I slide my hand between my legs. Find my clit. The combination of him inside me and my fingers on myself is almost too much.
"Don't stop." His hips thrust up to meet me. "I want to see you come on my cock."
The words send heat through me. I move faster. Chasing the feeling building low in my spine. He's so deep at this angle. Hitting places inside me that make me gasp.
My thighs start to burn but I don't care. I need more. Need it faster and harder.
"Dean." His name comes out broken.
"I know." He sits up, wrapping his arms around me. His mouth finds my neck. "I've got you."
He takes over the rhythm. His hands on my hips, moving me up and down on him. Using his strength to lift me and pull me back down. The sound of skin slapping gets louder. Wetter.
"I can't—" My whole body goes tight.
"Yes you can." He thrusts up hard. "Come for me."
The orgasm hits and my inner walls clench around him. Pulsing. I bury my face in his neck and hold on while my body shakes. He doesn't stop moving. Keeps thrusting up into me through it. Drawing it out until I'm gasping.
When I finally go limp against him he kisses my shoulder. My neck. Then he shifts us, laying me on my stomach.
"One more." His hands grip my hips, pulling them up. "I need one more."
I'm on my hands and knees now. He positions himself behind me, and the head of him pushes against my entrance and then he's sliding back in. He fills me completely and I have to drop to my elbows.
"You okay?" His voice is rough.
"Yes. Don't stop."
He pulls back and thrusts in hard. The force of it pushes me forward, and his hands grip my hips, holding me in place while he sets a brutal pace. Every thrust is deep. Hard. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room. I can feel him everywhere. Stretching me. Filling me. Claiming me.
"You feel so fucking good." One of his hands slides up my back, gripping my shoulder. Using the leverage to pull me back onto him with each thrust. "I've wanted this for so long."
I can't form words. Can only feel him. His thick cock driving into me over and over. My body taking everything he gives. His other hand moves around my hip, and slides between my legs. His fingers find my clit and I cry out.
"I want you to come again." He doesn't slow down. Keeps thrusting while his fingers work me. "Come on my cock."
The pressure builds faster this time, and my arms shake. My thighs tremble. Every nerve ending is on fire.
"Dean." I'm close. So close.
"That's it." His voice is strained. "Let go."
His fingers press harder, and his cock hits deeper. The combination breaks me apart. I come with his name on my lips. My whole body clenching around him, and inner walls pulsing.
"Fuck." His rhythm stutters. "I can't—"
He thrusts deep one last time and holds there. I feel him pulse inside me. Feel the heat. Feel every throb. He says my name against my back, rough and raw.
We collapse together. His weight covers me for a moment before he pulls out, and the loss makes me feel empty. He disappears to the bathroom, comes back and pulls me against his chest. His hand moves up and down my back.
I press my face against his skin, and breathe him in. His heart is still pounding.
The clock on his nightstand says eight forty.
"What are you thinking?" he asks.
"That you have to leave in an hour."
His hand stills on my back. "I know."
"I don't want you to go."
"I have to."
"I know." My throat is tight. "Just come back."
"I will."
"Promise me."
"I promise." He tilts my chin up. Makes me look at him. "I love you."
The words hit me in the chest. "What?"
"I'm in love with you. I have been for years."
Tears burn behind my eyes. "Dean."
"I need you to know. Before I leave."
"Then tell me again when you come back." I kiss him. Hard. "Tell me when you're safe."
He pulls me closer. "I love you."
"I love you too."
We lie there until the clock says nine forty-five. Then he gets up and starts getting dressed. I watch him transform. Black jeans. Black shirt. His cut. Boots. He's not the man who just made love to me. He's someone harder. Someone capable of violence.
When he's ready, I walk him to the door, now wearing his shirt and nothing else. He kisses me in the doorway.
"Be careful," I say.
"I will."
"Come back to me."
"I will."
Then he's gone. The sound of his bike fades and I'm alone.
I go back to the couch. His shirt smells like him, and the ache between my legs reminds me of him. I sit in his living room with all the lights on and I wait.
The hours crawl. Eleven comes and goes. Midnight. One am. Two. I think about Perry, and about Dean walking into the same danger that killed his friend.
The fear sits in my chest like a living thing.
But I don't regret it.
Instead, I wait for him to keep his promise.