Chapter 36 #2
I do as I’m told, noting the little skip my heart does when he calls me ‘baby’. It’s only a letter off from his usual ‘babe’, but it feels worlds different. Better. As Zeke stands, I try—and fail—not to absolutely ogle the six-foot hunk of tan, naked man as he moves behind me. He slaps my ass hard.
“Lean down onto the couch.”
I comply. With my palms on the sofa, I widen my stance, shivering as Zeke presses up against me from behind.
He runs a hand along my upper back, guiding my torso down, down, until my ass is at the angle he needs it.
With one hand on my waist, the other hand spreads my ass cheeks, putting every single part of me on full display.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “This view… and that fucking tattoo…”
Spanning my waist with both his hands, Zeke notches his cock at my entrance and, with the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard, slowly sinks himself into me.
We’ve done this once before. Fucked, I mean. But this time—whether it’s because of the angle, or the way he just called me ‘baby’, or the fact that he’s mine now—something feels different. Hotter. More explosive. More vulnerable.
Zeke pulls out all the way, then goes in again, his hands still on my waist. I’m groaning along with him, relishing the way I can feel his hardness as it moves inside me, pressing in until I can’t fit any more of him.
“You like how I fill you up, baby?”
“Fuck yes.” I look over my shoulder and he’s grinning at me. “I love it. I need you to fill me up in every way possible.”
The muscles in his stomach flex and shift with every thrust of his pelvis, and I wish it were humanly possible for him to pound me like this from behind while I run my tongue along his abs. But alas, a girl can’t have everything.
“Every way possible, huh?”
He cocks his head, flipping the hair out of his eyes. He seems to be considering something as his hands slide easily over my ass, his hips never breaking rhythm. His right hand trails down to find my pussy, where he gently flicks my clit.
“Every possible way.”
I don’t even know what I mean by that, because he’s wearing a condom. It’s not like he’s going to blow inside me, fill me up that way. All I know is I need more of him. His tongue, his fingers, his dick. His ass. I don’t even know. Just something. I’m so crazy for him I can’t even think straight.
“Okay, baby,” he says, his voice soft.
With the fingers of his right hand still teasing my clit, his other hand moves lower on my ass, his finger brushing my rear entrance. My pulse quickens slightly. I’ve never done this before. But I wanted more, and he’s giving me more—so I exhale and let my muscles relax.
He works the tip of his finger in slowly, gently, still fucking my pussy with his dick and strumming my clit like a goddamn fiddle. The man is a master multitasker.
I don’t know how he’s keeping all three things in rhythm, pounding out the bass line with his dick and keeping the strings going with his right hand, but it’s a damn symphony.
And on top of that, the teasing he’s doing in my ass…
the heat in me is building. Every slam of his hips against my ass, every flick of his hand down below, every dip of his finger inside my rear…
“Fuck, Zeke,” I gasp out. I’m writhing my hips against him now, desperate for release. My arms are barely holding me up. “That feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah?” He tosses the hair out of his eyes again, and when he speaks, it’s through a bared, dazzling grin. “Good. I knew you were a dirty girl.”
“All the way in, baby.”
The words feel weird in my mouth, but I like it. I like calling him that. I like telling him to push his finger in my ass, take me in whatever way he wants.
But he slows down a bit, looks at me questioningly. He clearly wasn’t expecting that. “Really? You like it?”
“Zeke, if you don’t fuck me as hard as you possibly can right now, keeping your hands in exactly those places, I swear to god—”
“Fucking-A, hot stuff!” He bursts out laughing. “No need to lose your shit on me here. I got it, I got it. Let’s fucking go.”
He pulls his dick out to the tip, and then, with a grin that’s absolutely wicked, shoves into me with enough force to send my face into the back of the sofa.
And he stays like that, pounding into me from behind while my nails dig into the couch cushions, my entire body alight with an electricity I don’t know how long I can contain.
Zeke’s hips thrust and his fingers work, doing exactly what I asked him to. My stomach’s tightening, my thighs are shaking, and the unmistakable heat of impending orgasm is rising inside me.
I’d give anything to turn around and kiss Zeke right now, devour that mouth I hear making ungodly noises behind me as he slams into me again and again, but I can’t.
I’m getting closer, so much closer, holy fuck, I’m getting closer—and from the way he’s sheathing and unsheathing himself so rhythmically inside me, I think he is too.
I think we’re going to go together. I think he’s going to get me there.
I think if he just circles my clit again, just like that, just like that—
“Mother fucking fuck!” Zeke roars, and my vision blurs.
I know I must cry out, too, because I hear it—but I’m flying so fucking high I can barely tell it’s me.
I feel Zeke deep inside me as my pussy clenches around him, can feel his thumb putting pressure on my clit, still present with me even as he comes hard.
His thumb moves my bud in a slow, hard circle, and I writhe beneath him.
I let him milk every single ounce of pleasure from me there is.
And then my legs give out, and so do his. We collapse in a heap on the floor, heaving and panting, both of us completely numb and absolutely electrified all at once. I roll over, moving closer to Zeke.
“Holy shit, hot stuff,” he says. His arms wrap around me, and I lay my head on his chest. It moves up and down as he breathes, trying to catch his breath. “Not bad for an old, married couple.”
I roll my eyes, laughing. “Fuck off. You better watch who you’re calling old.”
Zeke’s chest is shaking with laughter beneath my cheek. “Or what? You’ll spank me?”
“No, that’s your job.”
Zeke kisses the top of my head, and I nestle into the little spot between his shoulder and his collarbone. It’s like it was made for me.
The pendant Zeke gave me is lying on his stomach, where it fell when I rolled off my back and into his side. He lifts it, his fingers stroking the brilliant red of the gem inside while he clears his throat.
“I’m really glad she got to tell us what happened,” he says, his voice soft in the stillness. “It sucks I won’t be able to get it out there for her like I wanted to, but maybe… I don’t know. Maybe we can do it a different way.”
I stop, looking up at him sharply. “What do you mean? Why won’t you be able to get the story out there?”
He shrugs, and my head bobs with his shoulder.
“I told you, baby. I’ve got a job now. I signed a contract.
Carter did me a favor, and it’s my turn to work off the debt now.
Even if I were to win that contest—and that’s a big fucking if—I don’t think I can juggle both the job and the show.
We’ll have to figure out a different way to get justice for Lena. ”
“Wait—what?” I push up to my elbow, looking straight down at him. “I heard you say that earlier, but I didn’t realize—I didn’t think you actually meant—”
“Autumn, it’s fine. You’re more important than a show.”
“No! I’m not letting you give that up for me. That show was your dream.”
“Nah,” he says. The sudden, tender look on his face makes me catch my breath. “I’m looking at my dream right now.”
I study him for a minute, allowing his words to settle inside me. It’s crazy, but I believe him. I actually trust the words he just said—and the realization of that makes me staggeringly, earth-shatteringly happy.
“I love you,” I blurt out, brushing a kiss to his lips. I’ve been waiting to tell him all night, the words simmering inside me. He grins at me, strokes my cheek.
Even though I believe Zeke, that fixing shit with me was worth it to him, this isn’t over. Whether he gives himself credit for it or not, he gave up something huge for me. Sacrificed the thing he wanted most to help me. And I fully intend to step up to the plate for him, too.
But first—right now. I need him again.
My fingers trail down those washboard abs of his, tracing lines between them. With the growls coming from Zeke’s throat, I can already tell homeboy down below will be raring to go again pretty soon.
“Good thing you’re young and virile,” I say, pulling him to his feet and pinching his tight, juicy ass. “It’s time for round two, motherfucker.”
And sure enough, homeboy rises to the challenge again.
And again.
We use all three condoms.