Chapter 24 #3
Nia pressed her back against the shelves, one hand slipping to the waist of Zanta’s trousers.
“Take these off,” Nia ordered, slurring a bit, her tongue occupied by nipple.
Zanta fumbled with the fastenings, breath harsh, and shucked them off.
Nia wasted no time finding the wetness beneath soft black curls.
Her fingers circled Zanta’s clit, drawing forth a soft moan.
Zanta’s chest arched further into Nia’s attentive mouth.
The sound seemed to linger in Nia’s ears, ringing through her mind and filling her with determination to hear more, to give this gorgeous, strong woman even more pleasure than she’d given Nia.
Nia pressed closer, crowding Zanta as her fingers worked. The wooden dick brushed Zanta’s inner thigh, and she shuddered. Nia rubbed it between her legs, gently at first, before breeching her folds to rub over her clit and entrance.
“Nia.” Zanta grabbed Nia by the back of the neck, pulling her head up and kissing her hard.
Nia hitched Zanta’s leg up around her hip, bare foot propped on the edge of a crate.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Zanta? Open you up on this stranger’s cock?
” She pressed the head to Zanta’s entrance, angling her hips.
Nia had selected one of the others, not John or Logan.
And she didn’t know who it might be modeled after, if anyone.
Maybe it was the Deep Water Demon himself, wouldn’t that be exciting.
Zanta clutched at the shelf behind for support, her dark eyes half lidded as she gazed down at Nia, long eyelashes brushing her cheeks.
“Please…” Her voice was husky with lust.
“Please what, sweet? Tell me.”
“Fuck me. Fill me up with that beautiful cock.”
Nia angled Zanta’s hips forward, bracing one of her feet on the shelf behind Zanta and hoping it was as sturdy as it looked. She pressed forward, watching Zanta’s eyes roll back as she breached her. Zanta’s lips parted in silence.
Nia absorbed Zanta’s reactions hungrily, slowly entering inch by inch, careful not to go too fast, knowing that a dick made of wood was much more difficult to accommodate than one of flesh and blood.
“You okay?” Nia asked, low in Zanta’s ear.
“Yes. Move, please.” Each word came out in short pants. Breathless but no less demanding. Nia resolved to tease her just a bit, stopping only halfway in before pulling back as slowly as possible.
Zanta whined. Impatient and needy. Nia could almost feel her body tightening around the wooden cock, trying to draw her in.
She bit her lip, resisting the urge to give in to Zanta’s every desire.
Instead she resorted to slow, shallow thrusts, building pleasure gradually.
Zanta tried to move her hips to take Nia in deeper but couldn’t manage it from that angle.
She laved kisses across Zanta’s throat, loving the way her pulse fluttered against her lips. How her breath shallowed with every thrust. Zanta’s fingers dug into her bare shoulder.
But the control was wearing her down. With Zanta’s weight half on her thighs, her muscles were starting to tire. And that wouldn’t do, not till she left Zanta a quivering, satisfied heap on the floor, as she’d promised.
Nia pulled out, barely giving Zanta a moment to breathe, let alone complain, before she flipped her around and reentered her in one swift stroke.
Zanta cried out in surprised pleasure, clutching at the shelves for stability.
Nia framed her waist with her hands, holding her in place and fucking into her.
As she watched Zanta’s tight, wet heat close around the cock, she began to think of it as her own.
The bare expanse of Zanta’s back flexed, still striped in warm gold light from the slats in the pantry door.
She was the most beautiful woman Nia had ever slept with.
Her figure a perfect hourglass beneath Nia’s hands.
She marveled at the sight of the wooden cock disappearing into Zanta, at the wetness coating her thighs and smearing Nia’s front.
Zanta’s moans filled the small space, her hips rocking back in time with Nia’s thrusts.
She was losing herself, body trembling. Nia knew this was just sex.
They’d agreed on it, but right now it felt like Zanta was all hers.
She buried her fingers in Zanta’s hair, about to pull her up and kiss her neck and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
“Em…oh, Em…” Zanta moaned.
Em. Emilie. Nia’s hips stuttered, something unnamable slicing through her enjoyment, cutting off the possessiveness that was taking root in her. Zanta didn’t seem to notice the falter or what she’d said, too lost in whatever fantasy played out in her head.
Right. It was just sex. Zanta could imagine whomever she wanted while Nia fucked her. It was none of Nia’s business, as long as she got what she wanted in the end. Her treasure.
Nia revitalized her rhythm with renewed vigor, racing to the finish line as Zanta’s moans reached a crescendo and she finally tipped over the edge. Nia imagined her clenching around the wooden cock, riding the wave of pleasure till her limbs trembled.
They slumped to the floor, bodies nestled together like a pair of spoons, Nia still seated inside. Nia gathered Zanta against her chest, kissing the little sweaty curls of hair that stuck to her skin and waiting for the last wave of pleasure to pass.
Zanta looked at her, a lazy smile on her lips. “Now look, we’re both a heap.”
Nia laughed and hoped it didn’t sound hollow, pushing down the hurt that still curdled in her gut.
“So we are. But do me the courtesy of fucking me on a bed next time, and I’ll really show you bliss.”
Zanta’s breath caught, pupils widening. With one last kiss on Zanta’s brow, Nia unseated the wooden cock.
They dressed each other with shaky limbs, tucking the dick into Nia’s deep skirt pocket and giggling when they inevitably tripped over hems and stockings.
Nia’s hurt ebbed under Zanta’s easy smile.
Laurent glanced up as they exited the pantry.
“Oh good, you’re done. Could you fetch me some onions on your way out? They’re in that basket there.”
Zanta’s ears reddened comically, but she retrieved the onions and handed them over like some sort of peace offering. Laurent, for his part, accepted them graciously with only a stray wink thrown in Nia’s direction when Zanta’s back was turned.
“I should get going,” Zanta said, straightening her clothes and shooting one last smile over her shoulder to Nia. “I’ll see you later?”
Nia nodded, and the captain slipped out the door.