28. Zeb
ZEB
I’m taking advantage of Frank’s sense of chivalry, and Griffin, well, he can wait his fucking turn, because Ember is all mine.
As I reposition her, I tug the bottom of her short skirt up to her hips and rip apart the flimsy strap at her side, tearing her lacy pink underwear off. I’ll buy her a new pair tomorrow.
With her back turned to my chest, I settle her onto my lap and reach around to make sure she’s ready for me.
Some better part of me—not my cock—reminds me to slow the fuck down.
Shielding her bare pussy from my housemates’ greedy eyes, I glide my fingers through her folds. She’s so fucking wet.
I ease one finger inside her, then another. My cock jerks again, desperate to be set free, but I tell it to wait a goddamn minute.
As my thumb draws circles around Ember’s clit, her breathing goes ragged. I reach up under the front of her shirt with my free hand, lift the cups of her bra out of the way, and tease her nipples, tugging and twisting until she turns to putty in my hands, her hips rolling to match my movements as I fuck her with my fingers.
“Oh, yeah, oh god, that feels so good.”
I’ve been aware of the extras in the room, but as Ember starts to lose control, all I care about is her and her pleasure.
My thumb flicks over her clit, fast, as my fingers match that rhythm on her nipples. When my mouth nips at the soft, warm skin at the back of her neck, her back arches, her body tenses, and then she comes apart, the walls of her pussy throbbing around my lucky fingers.
I breathe in the sweet scent of her, trace the pebbled texture of her breast’s hardened peak, and record the desperate sounds of her release in my mind. This is all a part of me now.
She goes limp in my arms, and I support her as she recovers, pressing kisses along the curve of her spine through her shirt.
It’s tough not to carry her off to my bedroom. I really don’t want to share, but unfortunately, that’s not what tonight’s about. Still, sharing Ember is better than not having her at all.
When her breathing slows, I unzip my jeans and lift my hips so I can push them out of the way. Frank tosses a condom packet onto the cushion next to me, so here’s one benefit to sharing—no wasting time digging around in my nightstand for protection.
When I’m wrapped up, I guide Ember’s hips to line her up over my cock. Once I’m notched in, she looks over her shoulder as she slowly lowers herself, and though I’ve never been a one-minute wonder, not even when I was young, the way she’s looking at me makes me feel like I could blow my load before I’m even fully inside her.
Turning away, she says, “My god. You’re so big, Zeb,” and my cock swells at the compliment.
That, along with the heat of her perfect pussy, and the sight of my cock disappearing inside her, is almost too much to take.
She pauses when she’s nearly fully seated, and I take a deep breath to fortify my resolve. Maybe it’s been too long since I’ve been with someone, because Ember’s hot, wet pussy is better than I remember a woman ever feeling.
My head falls back against the cushion as she starts to move on me. When she leans forward, her hands on my knees, and begins to bounce, I have to close my eyes.
The string of expletives I want to let loose would get me banned from every church in the country, but I bite them back, teeth gritted.
Goddamn, this woman is even more amazing than I imagined.
Despite my best efforts, I’m approaching my peak much too soon, and I don’t want this to end. I’m about to still her movements when she slows to a stop on her own.
Opening my eyes, I find Griffin right in front of her, and anger flashes through me. Can’t he let me have her to myself for even a few minutes? After pulling her shirt over her head, he kisses her, then kneels to play with her breasts.
He’s oblivious to the dirty looks I give him, and that only amps up my fury. I want to be the one to give Ember all the pleasure.
She starts to move on me again and becomes even more vocal as Griffin fondles her. If I were in her position, I’m sure I’d be enjoying the extra attention, so I manage to tamp down my feelings. If this is what she wants, I need to be okay with it, or at least keep my complaints to myself.
Her rules. We agreed. So whatever gets her off is her call.