13. Chapter 13 #2
His lips soothes over the spot, guiding my head back with his hand to expose more of my skin.
I understand what I’m doing by handing him this. At least, I think I do. And maybe that’s why I push. The fact that he’s recreating every word I give him makes me want to know how far he’ll go.
“You were…” I almost lose my nerve. “On your knees in front of me.”
Zed lets his hand slide from my neck. His pale eyes stay fixed on mine as he sinks smoothly to his knees. I stare at him, speechless and unbelieving.
On his knees, he’s almost at my height. His beautiful face is level with my chest, staring up at me like a demon who’s just found religion in my destruction. My pulse trips over itself.
His hands rest lightly at the backs of my thighs, not moving higher, not presuming.
Waiting.
“Keep going.”
My thighs press together instinctively. I can hardly think, let alone speak. The sight of this enormous, terrifying man on his knees in front of me, staring up with that completely unashamed expression, is doing unholy things to me.
Zed Mercer is on his knees…because I told him to.
Something reckless and stupid sparks in my chest.
“In my dream, you rolled over,” I say sweetly, fully aware I’m playing with fire.
“And then you waited for a treat.”
His eyes lift slowly to mine, pale and unblinking. The silence that follows is thick.
Then his mouth curves into an amused smile.
“You little fucking menace.”
The words barely leave him before his hands clamp onto my hips.
I gasp.
And then I’m off the floor.
I squeal as he rises in one smooth motion, taking me with him. The room tilting when he stands to his full height.
“Zed!”
My heart goes wild.
He turns with me and walks the short distance to the bed. Without warning, he drops me onto the mattress hard enough to bounce.
The sheet tangles around my legs, and my hair falls into my face. I barely have time to catch my breath or sit up before he’s on me, one knee sinking into the bed, both arms braced on either side of my head, caging me in.
“Rolled over for you, did I?”
I can’t stop the giggle. He sweeps my hair back from my face, his fingers catching lightly at the side of my neck.
“Had your fun?” His mouth twitches. “Now tell me what I actually did to you.”
I bite my lip to hide the giddy smile and try to look away. He catches my jaw with his hand and turns my face back. The weight of his attention is pinning me just as effectively as his body.
“Now, Lilly.”
I wet my lips and immediately regret it when his eyes drop to watch.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll start improvising.”
I swallow, the threat settling hot in my belly.
“I told you,” I try. “You were kissing me.”
“And?”
“That’s…that’s it.”
His pale eyes hold mine. Then he leans closer, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear.
“The way you were moaning didn’t sound like I was just kissing you.”
His words send a hot pulse straight to my clit.
He pulls back again, one brow raised, waiting.
“I…” My voice cracks. “You were…touching me.”
“Touching you where?”
His eyes hold mine with the familiar steadiness that always makes me feel like I’m halfway to confession before I’ve even opened my mouth.
“Lilly. Where.”
I can’t bring myself to say the words. I shake my head, pressing my lips tight.
“Fine. I’ll guess.” His hand slides down my arm, fingertips barely grazing my skin. “Here?”
I shake my head.
He moves lower, brushing over my collarbone, then down between my breasts through the sheet.
“Here?”
Another shake of my head has him sliding lower, over my stomach.
“Here?”
I shake my head again, breathing faster now. Every touch feels electric. My body is so wound up from the dock, from the dream, from him in general that even the lightest contact makes me twitch.
He catches the sheet I’ve been holding in front of myself like a shield and pulls it down to my hips. My breath catches when he stops at the waistband of my panties.
“Here?” he asks, his voice dropping.
I hesitate, then shake my head again.
Zed’s eyes flash before his hand moves between my legs, his fingers brushing over my soaked panties.
I gasp, my hips jerking up.
“Right here,” he says, voice rough. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
I nod and feel him run two fingers slowly up the center of my panties, tracing from entrance to clit and back down again.
“This where I touched you, sweetheart?” he drawls.
My eyes flutter shut. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve felt down there—anything I’ve done with my own fingers pales in comparison. My hips chase his hand without permission.
When he presses a little firmer against my clit through my panties, a broken moan slips out of me.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Let me hear you.”
My breath is coming too fast, my thoughts scattering every time his hits that low register that makes it feel like he’s speaking directly into my core instead of my ear.
I make a sound in the back of my throat. It is not a dignified sound.
I press my lips together to stop more from coming out, and he notices.
“Stop pretending you don’t want this.”
That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do since I met him. Pretend I’m less affected than I am.
His head dips to my mouth, kissing me through the shaky breath I can’t seem to get under control.
“No more hiding from me, snowflake.”
Before I can process his words, his fingers hook into the side of my panties. He tugs the fabric aside, exposing me completely. Cool air brushes over my skin, and I inhale sharply when I feel his thumb drag up my bare pussy.
The room is still dark enough to make this easier. The shadows hide the scar left by the accident that ended my skating career. I cling to that darkness as his thumb moves over me again, slower this time, spreading my wetness across my lips.
“Do you know how fucking wet you are?” he asks, his voice annoyingly smug.
Before I can answer, his mouth crashes down on mine. He licks into my mouth as his middle and index fingers start rubbing firm circles over my swollen clit.
My back arches and a moan slips out before I can stop it. My thighs tighten around what his fingers are doing to me.
Zed groans into my mouth, the sound dark and satisfied.
“That’s it,” he says against my lips. “I love those little fucking sounds you make for me.”
Every stroke sends sparks shooting up my spine. I’m so close already.
His breathing is heavier, his kiss deeper. He’s feeding off my pleasure, and that realization only makes me wetter.
“Tell me how I did it,” he demands. “Harder or softer?”
I can barely think. My legs spreading wider on instinct, “A little…harder.”
He adjusts, pressing firmer, tighter circles that make my back arch.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, low. “Keep going.”
“You were…kissing me…”
Zed waits, still rubbing my clit in mind-melting strokes. I can’t say it. The words stick in my throat.
“Tell me where?”
I hesitate for what feels like forever. Then I pull my T-shirt all the way up, baring my breasts to him.
Zed goes still. His eyes move over me slowly, deliberately, and the weight of his attention makes my nipples tighten and ache.
His reaction is a deep groan before his head drops forward, hovering just above my chest. His mouth closes around one nipple.
He sucks hard, then bites down gently, his tongue flicking as his fingers rub me faster.
The dual sensation is too much. My hands fly to his head, fingers threading through his hair and pulling desperately.
He switches to the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth, then teases it with quick strokes of his tongue. His groans vibrate against my skin. I arch my back, pressing myself harder against his mouth. Every pull of his mouth sends a sharp pulse straight to my core.
My nails bit into his shoulders, and I fist one hand in his hair. I feel his fingers slide down, teasing my entrance.
“No,” I gasp, panic cutting through the pleasure. “Not—not there. Please.”
Zed stills. His eyes fix on mine but he doesn’t push. Relief and fresh heat crash through me at the same time his fingers move back up, accepting my no with no further argument.
“Only this?” he asks, his voice rough. “Just my mouth on your tits and my fingers on your little clit?”
I nod frantically as he catches my nipple between his teeth again, sucking hard while his fingers work me faster.
The pressure builds higher and higher. His tongue flicks my nipple to the same rhythm and speed as his hand. The wet heat of his mouth combined with the relentless pressure on my clit is destroying me.
“Listen to you,” he says, switching to the other breast. “Such pretty little sounds. Making a fucking mess for me.”
My hips grind against his hand.
“That’s it.” His voice gets darker. “I want this pussy coming all over my fingers. You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t stop it even if I tried. It’s building inside me until release is the only thing I’m chasing.
“Come on,” he urges, fingers rubbing faster right where I need it. “You’ve been holding it in all day. I want to see how pretty you break.”
The orgasm slams into me without warning.
I cry out, my body seizing as pleasure explodes through every nerve.
My thighs clamp around his wrist, my hips jerking.
And I come harder than I ever have. Wave after wave crashes over me while he keeps rubbing me through it, his mouth latched onto my breast, sucking and groaning like my pleasure is feeding him.
“Fuck yes,” he swears against my skin. “That’s my girl. Soaking my fucking hand.”