Chapter 17
seventeen
AUTUMN
My body is absolutely pulsing.
Zeke’s kneeling behind me on the bed, the most devastatingly sexy grin on his face. And although my thighs are still shaking from the positively glorious way he just ate my pussy, I’m at a loss. Because I was this close to an earth-shattering orgasm—and he stopped me.
“Did you hear me?” Zeke asks, blond hair falling in his eyes. There’s a dangerous gleam in his light eyes, and it sends another jolt of electricity through me. “You come when I tell you to come, Autumn. Got it?”
“Yes,” I murmur. I’m feeling a little desperate, but this was part of the deal. I asked him to ruin me, gave him the reins. And right now, he’s got me so... god, so intoxicated that I’m putty in his hands.
“Good girl,” Zeke says.
He flips me over again, and I eye him hungrily, taking in the smooth, taut definition of his abs.
My gaze moves down the lines that slope down to his groin, lingers on the trail of light hair that leads south from his navel and disappears beneath his boxers.
I reach up to touch him, brush my fingers over his lower stomach.
“Oh, you like the abs, huh?” He grins, not even bothering to hide his arrogance.
I nod. Because why lie? It’s pretty obvious.
“Lick,” he commands.
I glance up at him. “You want me to lick your stomach?”
“You want to lick my stomach,” he corrects. “So do it. Do what you want to do.”
I pause. He’s not wrong. I’ve been thinking about licking my way down Zeke’s abs since that night we skinny-dipped, when I saw him come running shirtless down my driveway. But it feels kind of… I don’t know—too easy? Too good to be true?
And—a thought hits me like a ton of bricks.
What if I do it wrong and he hates it? What if I gross him out?
Zeke can tell me I’m sexy, but I know I’m nothing special.
Maybe I used to be, but five years of loveless marriage changes a person—especially when you know your dickwad husband is out banging beautiful, smooth-stomached escorts. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.
But Zeke is so damn hot. I can’t take my eyes off him.
“Hey,” Zeke says, still surveying me. His voice is softer now. “It’s okay. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to—”
I lunge at him, cutting him off mid-sentence with a breathless kiss. Then, pulling back to gaze at him for a moment, I bend my head toward his stomach, brush my lips to his hip bone. Zeke’s fingers tangle in my hair, and I get a surge of boldness.
Catching the waistband of his boxers in my teeth, I yank it downwards, and I swear Zeke’s thighs flex in anticipation. I look up at him, and he’s gazing down at me, like he’s daring me to finish the job.
So I do. Taking the waistband of his pants in my hands and the elastic of his boxers in my teeth, I pull both all the way down around his thighs, gasping a little as his thick, smooth cock springs loose. Tonight, there’s no invisible woman laying claim to it. There’s only me.
Placing the tip of my tongue against one of Zeke’s hip bones, I trace my way down the sloping line of his stomach, stopping just shy of the base of his cock as it bobs in my face, and continuing back up along the other side.
Zeke’s breaths are deep. He’s just watching me, utterly still, eyes following as I lick my way across his stomach.
When I finally take his cock in my hands, pressing a kiss to the tip, he lets his head fall back.
“God fucking damn it,” he groans. “Put it in your mouth.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’m a little self-conscious as I suck him, wondering if it feels as good as it did for him last night.
But when he puts one hand behind my head and takes command of the rhythm, my fear dissipates, and I let myself go.
Even as he hits the back of my throat and makes me gag, I go with it, high on the feeling of him being in control.
When he slides himself out of my mouth and lifts my chin, it’s all I can do to keep from moaning just from the way he’s looking at me.
“God, you’re good at that,” he says. He crawls to the nightstand, swipes a condom packet from the drawer, and tears it open with his teeth.
As he rolls the condom down over his dick, he keeps his gaze trained on me.
His lips part into a grin that makes me weak.
“But we’ve got work to do. Get over here. ”
Zeke sits on the edge of the bed, and I squeal as he pulls me down onto his lap.
He spreads my legs with one hand, letting his cock spring up between my thighs as we face the floor-length mirror that’s next to the bed.
The sight of us in the mirror together, both naked, with Zeke’s arms wrapped around me and his hands roaming my body, nearly takes my breath away. It’s so, so hot.
His breath is hot on my neck as he nips behind my ear, catching my eye in the mirror.
“I want you to watch while I fuck you, Autumn. I want you to see every single place I touch you, every place I lick and grab. Because you’re sexy as hell—and I don’t know what your loser husband was thinking not fucking you silly every single night, but that dude doesn’t have two damn brain cells to rub together. You got that? You’re perfect.”
He’s fisting his cock while he talks, never once taking his eyes off me.
I’m blushing, but I don’t care. My body is desperate for him, my pussy aching to be filled.
With both of us watching in the mirror, Zeke lifts my hips, lines himself up with my entrance, and pulls me slowly, slowly down onto his cock.
I can feel myself stretching around him, hear his growl in my ear as he sheathes himself inside me.
His length alone makes me let loose a whine.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Good god, glorious fucking fuck.”
Still inside me, Zeke grinds himself in a slow, wide circle against my ass, making sure I can feel his hardness inside from every angle.
He grins at our reflection in the mirror, cups my breasts in his hands, and kisses my neck.
His cock feels so full inside me, so hard, and the sight of him fondling me is mind-blowingly hot.
I still don’t know what the hell I’m doing here, getting it on with Will Holloway’s little brother—in front of a mirror, no less—but I do know one thing for sure.
Zeke does not fuck like a twenty-three-year-old.
“God, you’re tight,” he breathes, locking eyes with me in the mirror. He lifts my hips, then slams my ass back down again, ramming himself up into me. I moan, and his eyes spark. “This pretty pink cunt of yours—it’s—it’s fucking fatal. Jesus fuck.”
With his arms still around me, he brings one hand between my legs, the other to my mouth. He shoves two fingers between my lips and commands, “Suck.”
I purse my lips around his fingers, and Zeke gets to work down below, dragging one slender finger through the dripping folds of my pussy, circling my clit.
The way he grinds his cock deftly inside me, hitting every wall from every angle, while using his fingertips to stroke and flick my clit is a goddamn art form.
And watching him do it. The arrogant, sex-drunk look on his gorgeous face as he admires my body… it’s un-fucking-believable.
“That feels like heaven,” I moan. The heat between my legs is building now. I’m sucking harder on Zeke’s fingers, melting back against his chest, my hips tensing. “That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare st—”
Zeke slides his fingers from my mouth and gives my pussy a playful little slap. His grin is devastating. “I’ll stop when I wanna. And I told you—you’ll come when I let you come.”
“You’re the woooorst,” I moan, flinging myself back against him and bowling us both over backwards onto the bed, laughing, his cock still buried inside me.
Zeke rolls us over and squeezes my ass. He pulls his cock out from between my legs, and yanks my hips to the edge of the bed. He leans over me, tousled hair falling across his face. “Oh, babe. You know I’m the best.”
With that, he slings my legs up over his shoulders, gives his cock a few sharp tugs, and then plows into me as deep and hard as he can. And I swear I see fucking stars. His thrusts are slow and rhythmic, meant to hit me in just the right spot—which he does. Oh god, does he.
“How… the fuck… are you… doing that,” I breathe, struggling to get the words out between breaths. I’ve used every toy in the store, tried every freaky Cosmo tip, even sat on the damn dryer, and nothing—no one—has ever felt like this. It’s like fucking magic.
Zeke grins, moving one hand back to my clit as he thrusts. “I told you. Best you ever had.”
And that does it. Whether it’s the long, deft strokes of Zeke’s erection against my inner walls or the featherlight touch of his fingers on my clit, I don’t know—but the pleasure he’s been building up inside me explodes without warning, and I shatter.
The room, the moonlight streaming through the window, Zeke’s sweaty, chiseled face above me—all of it blurs, and I let go with a moan that I’m not even sure is really coming from me.
Zeke’s grinning down at me, his cock still hard inside me and my legs still wrapped around his neck. “You’re welcome, hot stuff.”
“Oh my god,” I breathe, still struggling to regain myself. My legs and hips feel like jelly. “Arrogant even in bed.”
“Especially in bed,” Zeke corrects. “Now roll over. Let’s see if we can do that again—with me along for the ride this time.”
Dutifully, I roll over onto my stomach, raising my hips so they line up with Zeke’s, who’s standing behind me, no longer on the bed.
“That’s it,” he says, running his hands along the curve of my hips.
He gives my ass a stinging slap, watches it jiggle.
Then, with a low, muffled sort of groan, he bends down and sinks his teeth into my ass cheek.
I gasp—because it does hurt—but the desperate growl of need I hear in Zeke’s throat is so goddamn sexy, I’m one hundred percent into it.