16. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ZEKE
H er wrist probably wasn’t the only thing sore now. I’d fucked her so hard that she almost fainted, but she seemed to enjoy every minute of it. I thought maybe she’d feel guilty when she woke up, but I didn’t. It had been two years since I saw her and last night meant more to me than anything.
Whether or not she was going to open her heart to me was a different story. I wanted her to get to know me; I wanted her to learn everything about me, my faults and all. Maybe she did feel something since we slept together. Maybe her heart was opening up to something new.
Sasha stirred in the bed. I watched her quietly as she caught up on her rest. She was still naked under those clean sheets and our clothes were where we had left them last; dumped on the floor.
She had slept on my chest for most of the night. It meant more this time because I knew she wanted to. I couldn’t rest my eyes at first no matter how tired I was. My adrenaline had almost drowned me.
Her sleepy eyes finally danced open. I got up from the couch and sat next to her on the bed. She looked around the room, at first kinda hazy until finally landing her gaze on me.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
Sasha’s eyes dropped to the sheets which still smelled like dirty sex. Her mouth opened when she lifted the white material and shoved it back down again. “Why am I naked? Oh my god, we slept together, didn’t we?”
My mouth cracked open. She forgot? How the hell did this happen? She was begging me last night. She really begged me. I was a grown-ass man but I wanted to scream in frustration. “You seriously have no clue what happened last night?”
Her expression relaxed and then a wicked smile appeared on that gorgeous face of hers. “Of course, I remember. You’re right, not easy to forget.”
“What a fucking relief.” I breathed out an exacerbated breath. “You had me there.”
Her elbows rested on her knees and she wriggled her toes under the sheets. I should have been under there with her, naked, admiring that body of hers. Why wasn’t I? Oh, that’s right. “I made a quick call to some old buddies of mine. They’ve secured us a plane ride.”
“Like on a military plane?”
“Yeah.”
“And where are we going?”
“Back home. I got your FBI contact from your little black book. Smart move keeping him under the contact, Fred-Bown-Ingleburn.
“I figured it would be better to write that than blatantly jot down FBI,” she said proudly. “It’s so stalkers like you don’t figure it out.”
“But I did figure it out.”
She shrugged. “I guess it wasn’t so smart after all.”
Sasha went quiet but there was a question I needed an answer to. “Can I check something with you?”
“Sure.” She looked back up at me. “What’s up?”
“Any regrets from last night?”
“None.” She responded as quickly as I hoped she would. “How about you?”
“Maybe one,” I said and caught the worry in her eyes. “One simple regret. That I didn’t tell you who I was sooner.”
“You know as much as I hated that you lied to me, I think the timing of you telling me the truth was perfect,” she claimed. “You were right. I would have pushed you away. I would have found a way to get you off that cruise and when this shit went down, you wouldn’t have been there to protect me. I’ve thought about it and you were right.”
“Sasha, you underestimate me. Even if you had kicked me off, banned me from every cruise liner there is, I still would have found my way onto that boat.”
“Because that’s what stalkers do.” She chuckled.
“Not all of them are as resilient as me.”
“Or annoying.” Her grin widened until she caught a disarming thought. “I just don’t get how Nick fooled me so easily. I mean you kept your distance, but Nick, he was cruel making me feel for him, and then shoving a knife in my back. It hurt.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I did a full background check on everyone you work with, including Nick,” I assured her. “There were no red flags which meant that in between meeting you and these fuckers showing up, he was bought off. He fooled me too, Sash.”
She must have sensed the disappointment I had in myself. I slumped my shoulders and they felt heavier. Nick was definitely not what I expected.
“Okay, enough about Nick,” Sasha said, rubbing her stomach. “I’m starving and I know I showered last night after we had sex, but right now I feel like a bath.”
“You can get everything wet except for your bandage.” That came out dirty. Sasha just smiled. “I mean, just make sure you don’t get your bandage wet.”
Sasha threw the blanket off her, giving me a wonderful view of her body. She scooted off the bed and walked to the bathroom and I caught a glimpse of her glorious, round ass.
She looked over her shoulder at me. “You’re more than welcome to join me.”
Join her? Was she kidding me? The answer was yes. Fuck yes more like it.
Sasha disappeared behind the door. She turned the faucet on and the sound of water hit the bathtub as it filled up. I tore off my clothes that I’d dressed myself in the morning and left them next to the couch.
She wasn’t offering me sex but I couldn’t help but get hard thinking of her naked and wet again. My dick bounced and hauled up to a standing position.
It took me thinking of pigeons just to get it to go down again. When I stepped into the bathroom, Sash was bent over, splashing her hand in the water to test the temperature.
And I was hard again.
Pigeons. Pigeons. Pigeons. Nope. Nothing worked.
When she straightened herself up, I offered my hand to help guide her in. I followed in after her and submerged my body under the warm water. Once my legs were against the bath, Sasha sat down in front of me and rested her left hand on the porcelain tub.
It was as though she was confident with me. Sasha didn’t flinch at my touch, she smiled at me and even initiated contact. Her right hand dipped under and smoothed over my legs. Sasha’s hair was tied up in a loose bun and some curly tresses dangled from the hair tie.
It was hard not to ignore the raging hard-on I had for this girl. I was going to corrupt Sasha. There was no question about it.
“Are you ready to talk about your past?”
“Do you really want to know who I am?” Sasha nodded and leaned back against my chest. My mouth pressed right at her ear. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Where were you born? Do you have family? Siblings? What’s your favorite thing in the world to do?”
Besides her? Not much.
“I was born in Bakersfield, California to two shitty parents. They pretty much neglected me my entire life. One of the school teachers recognized the signs so she reported it to child protection services,” I said. “I jumped around from foster home to foster home, which caused me to have some behavioral issues. Ran away from my last one because the dad was a dick.” Mr. Tossling. He was the worst foster dad ever and beat me up every chance he got. It’s what prompted me to learn self-defense. I didn’t want to go into too much detail with Sasha because I didn’t want her to feel bad for me. “It got worse as I got older,” I added. “I used to steal a lot of shit to survive. Got caught. Cops said either prison or the army so I joined the army. Learned a lot of stuff including engineering. Life got better after that. Even more so since I met you.”
“Have you ever killed anyone other than the guys outside that crappy motel?”
I rustled the water gently, moving it from side to side so Sasha was covered, but her hard nipples peaked through the bubbles. “I was in the army, so yeah, I have.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
I didn’t want to lie to her. “Sometimes catching those fuckers felt like I was getting my own personal revenge on those who hurt me,” I replied truthfully. “Sometimes I think I enjoyed it, other times not so much.”
“Did you ever kill anyone innocent?”
“No.” And that was the truth.
“Have you ever been in love?”
I smiled though she couldn’t see it. “I’m in love right now.”
“I mean, before me.”
“Yes.”
“Who was she?” I felt her body tense up at the question.
“Her name was Cynthia,” I replied. “We were in third grade but she stole my spiderman pencil case and I’ve hated her ever since.”
I made Sasha laugh and it was the sweetest sound. Oh, how I loved to hear it.
“There’s been no one else?”
“I’ve had sex before if that’s what you’re asking, but I’ve never loved anyone else, other than you.”
“What made you fall in love with me?”
I remembered the day so clearly in my head. “It was when we were on our way to The Bahamas. It was our second night on the cruise and there was this little girl, I think she may have been about five or six and she was lost.”
“Lucy,” Sasha blurted. “I remember her.”
“Anyway the way she looked at you and the way you looked at her. She was crying but somehow you managed to calm her down. You made her laugh with your terrible jokes and her jokes were just as bad, but you laughed anyway,” I reminisced. “You smiled and God, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I knew right then.”
Sasha went quiet for a moment. “You weren’t working at the time,” she said. “You were a guest. So, you’ve loved me for two years?”
“Yes.”
“And you found a job on the cruise to watch me?”
“Stalk you,” I joked.
Sort of.
Sasha looked over her shoulder at me. “Do you regret it?”
“The last two years have been the best of my life,” I confessed and wrapped my arms tight around her. “Do I regret it? No. I could never regret it.” Her tongue darted out of her mouth so I took the opportunity to take it in mine. She tasted so sweet. All the time.
Sasha moaned and I swallowed the music down and when I sucked on her tongue she let out a soft sigh. My arm slipped under the bubbles and then over her left breast. Her nipples felt extra hard between my fingers when I pressed them together.
“What else do you know about me?” Sasha questioned when I pulled back from the kiss.
I kept my hand over her breast and toyed with her bud. “I know that you hate dark chocolate,” I replied, sweeping my lips onto hers. “I know that it takes a lot for you to trust someone especially since that trust was broken by the people who were supposed to love you the most. I know you like either scrambled eggs or omelets and hate runny eggs. You like to bake desserts but hate cooking, unless you have the full recipe in front of you.” I swallowed down before I whispered into her mouth. “I know that you taste the sweetest, you have the most beautiful eyes and your ass makes me want to sink my teeth into it.”
Her head was still twisted and she looked back at me. She was hungry but not for food. “Anything else?”
“I know you like it when I do this.” My hand slipped lower, down her stomach and right to her eager pussy. My finger crept through her folds and lightly scraped over her clit. When she let out another moan, I kissed her and felt the vibrations of the sounds in my mouth.
“Mmmm.”
We were already submerged in the bath but I could tell the difference between the water and the wetness from her pussy. It felt sticky between my fingers.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for me, aren’t you?” Her right hand clutched the edge of the bath before she flung it around my neck. “Tell me you’re a good girl, sweetheart.”
“I’m a good girl,” she moaned. The water splashed the faster I flicked her clit. “Oh, god.”
“Tell me you’re my good girl.”
“I’m your good girl.”
It was probably in the moment that she said that. Of course, she never really meant that she was mine, regardless of how badly I wanted her to be.
“You’re gonna drench my fingers with your cum, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Look at me, sweetheart.” She twisted her neck again to face me. “Kiss me.”
Sasha snatched my lips with her mouth and slipped her tongue inside. We kissed and at the same time, my fingers ravished her pussy, flicking back and forth, sweeping it in her folds and fucking her with my longest finger.
Her body shuddered and she broke the kiss. “Zeke.”
I could never get sick of hearing her call out my name like that.
“Good fucking girl,” I whispered.
Sasha took some deep breaths like she’d just finished a marathon. There was no way she couldn’t feel my cock dig into her back.
The water wasn’t as filthy as my mind but having sex with her in the bath wouldn’t be good for either of us, but I was sure damn tempted enough.
“I want to hear you again,” I mumbled. “Do you think you have it in you for one more?”
“Maybe just one,” she purred.
Her bud was soft but as soon as I played with it again, the blood rushed toward her clit.
Sasha’s mouth opened wide and she arched her back, which meant her ass dug into me more. That only made me so much fucking harder.
She was so pretty and even more beautiful when she came, but I needed to work harder if I was going to hear her climax once more.
“You’re such a gorgeous little thing, aren’t you?”
Sasha was voluptuous and had curves in the best places. Her skin was soft and a little fluffy especially over her belly.
One finger remained inside her pussy while my thumb circled her nub. Her arm stayed firmly around my neck. The water ran down the side of Sasha’s breasts when her spine curved again.
Her second climax erupted twice as hard. “Oh fuck,” she yelled and rode my finger at the same time, seeking that high.
“Good girl.” I kissed her neck. It took longer for her breathing to return to normal and when she did, she settled comfortably between my legs again. “You can relax now.”
Sasha’s fingers threaded my hair. It felt magical having her in my arms, the only place I wanted her to be.
I got out of the tub first before I helped Sasha. She grabbed one of the towels that hung on the rails and passed it over before getting one for herself. Sasha kissed my cheek and walked out of the bathroom.
My clothes were back in the bedroom. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to get dressed. When I stepped out of the room I noticed Sasha standing against the desk, buck naked with her towel on the floor. Her right arm rested on the chair behind her.
I’d give this girl as many orgasms as she wanted but I thought she didn’t have it on her to chase another.
“You okay there, sweetheart?”
Sasha never said anything. She just walked over to me and placed her hands on my chest. Sasha shoved me back toward the chair in the corner of the room. One hard push and I fell back onto the leather. My hands lay flat on the arm rest.
Sasha’s fingers clutched the light gray towel and she tugged at it. I sat up a little so it could go past my ass. She then snapped it toward her and tossed it against the wall. I watched it drop to the carpet.
Now we were both naked and my dick was still hard from hearing her cum.
I followed her eyes when she bent down in front of me then fell to her knees. I wasn’t expecting this but damn I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t dreamt about her mouth around me.
“Sasha,” I whispered. Her eyes were still on me. “What are you doing?”
Stupid question. I already knew what she was about to do.
“You got to have a taste of me last night but I never had a chance to taste you.”
I wasn’t about to argue with her if this is what she really wanted.
I gulped when her soft hands touched my thighs. She was the prettiest girl in every room and especially right now when she helped my cock spring to life. Since her left hand was injured, she grabbed me with her right. Sasha’s jaw dropped and she covered my dick with her lips.
Holy shit. The warmness and wetness of her made my head loll back onto the chair. “Such a pretty fucking mouth you’ve got around my cock.”
She moaned and the vibrations rocked me from the base to the tip.
A few wet strands of her hair fell to the front of her the moment she took me in further. I wanted to watch her properly so I sank deeper into the chair to give her better access.
“That feels so good,” I encouraged. I lifted the hair that fell down and secured it to her head. “So fucking pretty.”
“Is it okay?” she asked when she removed her mouth from me. Sasha wiped the saliva from her lips with the back of her hands. “It’s my first time.”
Hold up, what did she say? “This is your first time?”
“Yeah,” Sasha nodded. “I’ve never done this before.”
Didn’t seem like it, but it meant so much to me that she allowed me this privilege. Maybe she trusted me more than I realized.
“Keep going, sweetheart, you’re doing really well.” Her lips covered me again and Sasha’s mouth felt perfect around my dick.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and ignited the vibrations again. I was tempted to ram my cock in her mouth and fuck her throat, but that would be cruel, especially for her first time.
I bucked my hips slowly, enticing her a little to go deeper. She reacted by pushing her mouth further down. I groaned, “Fuck.”
Sasha went faster and if she wasn’t careful it would be the first time she swallowed cum as well. Her right hand grabbed the base of my cock and her mouth rose and fell at the same time she jerked me off.
“That’s it, baby—fuck, so good,” I praised. “You’re doing so good sucking my cock. Take it all in your mouth.” It was dirty talk but I didn’t think she’d actually do it. Sasha removed her hand and then her mouth. Saliva dangled between her lips and my dick. She looked so beautiful. “Good girl.”
I wanted to cum in her throat, on her breasts, and ass too. But the way she looked right then, a little submissive and needy, I was aching to fuck her.
I gently pulled her off and she frowned. “Everything okay?”
My Sasha thought she had done something wrong. “Stand up, sweetheart.”
I helped her to her feet and then lifted her body before wrapping her legs around my hips. She immediately took my tongue in her mouth and kissed me. The leather chair was warm when I fell back onto it, this time with Sasha in my lap.
She placed her hands behind me, lifted up and impaled herself onto my cock. We both groaned at the same time. I used my hands and encouraged her hips, guiding them up and down and around. “That’s it. Ride me.”
God damn she was still wet and I was as hard as stone. I pushed her toward me and my mouth closed in on her breast. My teeth sunk in and then I sucked down to ease the pain. I wanted her to be rough. I wanted her to use my cock to make herself feel good.
“Zeke, oh, god.” she yelled. “You’re so hard.”
My tongue flicked her nipple and she mustered another moan. I swapped breasts to give the other the same attention and her bud was hard and ready to play.
My cock couldn’t go any further, but Sasha bounced as hard as she could while chanting, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her back arched a little as she tried to chase the friction in that sweet spot. My hands slid up her spine, toward her neck, and finally clutched her hair tight. My fingers tugged just enough to elicit a soft yelp.
“You’re taking my cock so well,” I told her. “Jesus, I’m so hard.”
“Zeke, oh god. I think I’m gonna cum.”
“Don’t think, baby, just cum on my dick.”
My hands found her hips and I lifted her body then slammed her back down on me. Sasha squeezed my shoulders and closed her eyes. She looked so beautiful when she came. “Yes!”
I couldn’t hold it any longer. I shot my load straight up her pussy and let out a guttural moan. “Fuck.” Sasha stilled above me. My heart jumped and my breaths were lightning quick. My arms tugged Sasha toward me and I held her tight. “Stay like this please.”
I didn’t want her to get off me. I wanted to stay like this forever, buried inside of her warmth. She was bound to get sick of me. I knew it. I was just a phase for her. She was going to wake up one day and realize I was a mistake, that this was a mistake. Until then, I was going to keep her safe and love her with every bone in my body.