15. Chapter 15 #3
His voice is quieter now as he kisses the corner of my mouth, drawing his finger back before pushing into me again with one slow, deep drag. A moan leaves me, and his jaw tightens at the sound.
“Fuck.”
His mouth covers mine again while his finger fucks me slowly, each stroke making me wetter around his hand. I hold on to him, my body gradually relaxing into the rhythm.
When he adds another finger, the stretch makes my whole body tighten.
He feels it. His mouth slows against mine and his thumb moves over my clit.
“Easy, baby.”
I breathe through it, my thighs gradually loosening around him as the pressure eases and his fingers begin moving again. This time the stretch feels different.
Fuller.
Better.
My hips start moving with his hand before I even realize what I’m doing. He pulls his mouth from mine, his eyes dropping between us before slowly lifting back to my face.
The heat in his gaze makes my cheeks burn.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Do you have to say everything you’re thinking?”
One side of his mouth lifts. “You really want me to answer that?”
“No.”
“Smart girl.”
I try not to smile, but then his thumb rubs my clit and whatever I was about to say disappears. I push into his hand as the pleasure builds, his fingers still fucking into me while his mouth moves to my neck.
I grip the back of his neck, keeping him close. “You can stop teasing me now.”
“Can I?”
“Yes.”
His mouth brushes my jaw and I can feel the smile he’s trying to hide.
“Bossy as fuck with my hand in your panties.”
I bite his bottom lip.
There’s something about the way he says it that sends a little thrill up my spine.
Then he pulls his hand away. I let out a shaky breath, my hips lifting at the sudden loss of his fingers inside me.
The metallic click of his belt buckle cuts through the haze in my brain and my stomach flips.
He pulls his belt free and tosses it onto the floor, then sits back on his heels between my legs.
Without his body covering mine, I get the full effect of him kneeling there—broad shoulders, bare chest, all that muscle and ink taking up what suddenly feels like most of my bed.
His eyes burn into mine as he unbuttons his jeans and reaches inside, wrapping his hand around himself.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me.”
Like I could look anywhere else.
He pushes his jeans and boxers down far enough to free himself, his fist wrapped around the thick base of his cock, and my lips part before I can stop them.
Holy shit.
I knew he was big. I’ve felt him pressed against me enough times to know, but seeing him with his fist wrapped around it is something entirely different.
It isn’t just bigger than Liam’s. The comparison is almost ridiculous.
His hand moves slowly over him, the muscles in his stomach tightening and his jaw clenching with the effort to stay in control.
That gets me almost as much as watching him stroke himself.
Something darker settles into his expression.
“Look at it, Lilly.”
Heat rushes into my face, but I keep watching while his fist works over him again, slower this time.
“You like watching me fuck my hand?”
The bluntness of it sends another rush of heat through me.
“Yes.”
His eyes lift to mine and stay there for a long second before one corner of his mouth pulls up.
“Ready to beg for it, snowflake?”
I swallow, but the nerves twisting through my stomach don’t stop the smile tugging at mine. “I thought you didn’t need an invitation to break in.”
He chuckles, low and rough.
“There she is.”
He leans over me and the mattress dips under his weight, one hand planting beside my head while the other stays wrapped around himself, guiding the thick head between my legs.
The first slick brush over my clit wipes the smile right off my face, and his mouth twitches when he sees it.
He does it again, sliding slowly through my wet pussy and back over my clit.
“You’re going to ask me nicely.”
“Zed...” My hands find his shoulders and he rubs against me again. “Please.”
“Please what?”
I stare up at him because he knows exactly what I want, and the asshole is going to make me say it anyway.
His thumb catches my jaw, tipping my face toward his while the head of his cock presses against my entrance, teasing me with just enough pressure to make me want to push myself onto it.
“What do you need, Lilly?”
Make love to me? Have sex with me? Put it in?
Every option sounds ridiculous in my head, and somehow even worse with him watching me, all that weight and muscle held above me while he nudges right against me and waits for an answer.
His eyes narrow slightly, reading the panic on my face.
“Want me to fuck your little pussy?”
My breath catches.
Jesus.
He says it so easily, in that low, rough voice, like he hasn’t just put the filthiest words anyone has ever said to me straight into the middle of my bedroom.
“Yes.”
His brow lifts.
“Yes, Zed. Please.”
“Then say it.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I bite my bottom lip and glare at him, hoping he’ll take pity on me.
He doesn’t.
He waits, still pressing against my entrance, slick from rubbing over me, close enough to give me a taste of what I want without giving me any more.
“Zed.”
“Hmm?”
“You know what I want.”
“And I want to hear the fucking words come out of your mouth.”
My face gets hotter, and the satisfaction that moves across his expression tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Let me help you out.” He shifts slightly over me. “Repeat after me. Zed.”
I narrow my eyes. “Zed.”
“You are.”
“You are...”
“The most handsome man I’ve ever seen, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Oh my God.” The laugh comes out before I can stop it, and his grin breaks loose. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Too long to remember?” He settles against my entrance again, and my laugh dies almost instantly. “Try this then.”
His mouth lowers until his lips are almost touching mine, and when he speaks again, the humor is gone from his voice.
“Zed, please fuck me.”
My stomach flips as the joking disappears from his eyes too, leaving something much hotter behind while he stays pressed against me and waits for me to give him exactly what he wants.
I swallow.
“Zed, please fuck me.”
For a second, he doesn’t move. His gaze stays locked on mine, his jaw tight, and I feel the hand on my hip close harder before he lowers his mouth to my ear.
“That’s my good girl.”
He shifts his hips and presses forward, the thick head pushing into me, and the first stretch steals my breath.
My hands fly to his biceps, nails digging into hard muscle as he works himself farther inside me, giving me time to adjust to his size.
“Oh God.”
He doesn’t stop, but he doesn’t rush either. He holds himself over me, completely in control, watching every change in my face while he gives me another thick inch.
My eyes go wide, and my body instinctively tries to pull away from the stretch.
“I know, baby.” His voice is low, almost soothing, but the slight curve of his mouth tells me he’s enjoying this way too much. “You’re doing so fucking good for me, sweetheart.”
“It’s too—!”
My fingers tighten around his arms when he presses deeper.
“Shh.” His thumb drags slowly over my bottom lip. “Take it, Lilly.”
I shake my head even though my thighs are already opening wider for him, and his eyes darken.
“Your body’s telling me something different.”
Fuck.
He presses forward again, slowly stretching me around him until I don’t know whether I want to pull away or drag him closer. I shift under him, trying to find some relief, but his hand closes around my hip and holds me exactly where he wants me.
There’s nowhere to go.
“Eyes on me.”
I look up and find the amusement gone from his face.
He works himself farther inside, his jaw tight and his breathing heavier than it was a minute ago.
“That’s it.” His hand tightens on my hip when I squirm. “Don’t run from me now.”
I’m not sure I could if I wanted to.
He is everywhere—his weight over me, his hand holding my hip, the thick stretch of him opening me a little more every time he moves. The pressure is almost too much until something starts to change, the sharpness slowly giving way to a heavy heat that makes my grip on his arms loosen.
He feels the change immediately.
“There you go, snowflake.”
His mouth lowers beside my ear as he pushes the rest of the way inside until his hips finally meet mine.
I cry out and he stops.
For a few seconds, neither of us moves. I’m so full I can feel my pulse everywhere, my body still trying to adjust to having all of him inside me while he holds himself above me.
“Fuck.”
I open my eyes and find him looking down between us. Something about seeing the control slip off his face makes heat curl through my stomach, and when he catches me watching him, his eyes snap back to mine.
“There.” His thumb strokes once over my hip. “You took all of me.”
My eyes drop between us too, and my breath catches at the sight of him buried all the way inside me.
Holy shit.
I tighten around him without meaning to, and his entire body goes rigid.
His fingers dig into my hip and his eyes close, jaw clenching before he looks at me again.
“Do that again.”
“What?”
“You fucking heard me.”
There’s no smile this time.
I do it deliberately, squeezing around him, and the sound that leaves his chest sends a thrill straight through me.
“Fuck, Lilly.”
For the first time since he climbed onto this bed, he looks like being buried inside me is making control cost him something, and I like it way more than I should.
He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me, deep and slow, while he draws back. The thick drag of him through me makes me suck in a breath against his lips as he leaves me almost empty.
He pauses there before thrusting back, slow enough that I feel myself stretch around every inch of him, only this time the pleasure comes with it.
My fingers curl into his shoulders when he does it again, keeping the same deep, controlled rhythm.
“God...” I breathe.
His forehead drops against mine, and I feel his restraint in every muscle—the tension in his shoulders, his abs, the tight set of his jaw.