23. Hyacinth
TWENTY-THREE
HYACINTH
Zane twines his fingers in my hair and tugs hard, forcing me to bend so he can kiss me even more forcefully.
Fuck, he’s so good.
How can he go from insisting we’re nothing in one moment to claiming me in front of Keith the next?
I’m going to go crazy with his strange push and pull, but right now, I want to be pulled in. I want to be wrapped up for him; I want to be owned by him.
So much for breaking his fingers.
That had been the plan coming in.
Or maybe it had become the plan when I’d seen him dancing with that woman.
Either way, I’m now moaning into his breath and clinging to him as tightly as I can. The less space between us, the better. I want to be part of him.
I want to be consumed by him.
He drops my wrists and wraps an arm around me, pressing me flush against his chest even as his fingers twist in my hair. “You’re playing with fire,” he murmurs against my lips. He lets out a harsh laugh. “Or maybe I am.”
I’d been so close to telling Keith who I was.
Seeing his face, hearing his voice, had reminded me of all the ways he’d completely dominated me and made me his.
If Zane hadn’t claimed me…
“Which of us is the fire?” I ask, nibbling on his lower lip.
Zane’s smile is a dark, deadly thing. “Both of us.” His lips crash against mine again in a desperate, messy kiss, and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth with a groan.
I open for him, feeling desperately needy.
The sounds I make are pathetic.
But I don’t care anymore.
Zane has shown me again and again that he wants me as badly as I want him. I’m not going to let him deny me anymore. I’m going to be his, completely, and he isn’t going to have a choice.
“Fuck me,” I gasp. “Right here.”
He groans against my mouth, his free hand sliding down my back until it’s squeezing my ass. “Right here?” he repeats.
“You locked the door,” I remind him.
Zane pauses, his eyes boring into mine. “You’ll have to be very, very quiet. Think you can do that?”
My eyes narrow. “You know I can.”
I’ve had years of training on how to suppress noise. Showing pain, making sounds, are a quick way to getting caught—and getting killed.
Nobody wants to hear your begging.
Ugh. I don’t need Keith’s voice in my ears, either.
Although…
I give Zane a lazy smirk. “Maybe there’s somebody else out there who wants to fuck me hard. Keith Harrington made it very clear he’s gay.”
Zane releases my hair, grabbing me by the throat instead and pushing me against the wall with an audible thud. “Your ex-boyfriend? I don’t fucking think so,” he snarls. “He’s never touching you again, Hyacinth. You understand me?”
Before I can answer, his mouth is on mine again, teeth digging into my bottom lip.
How the fuck does he know about Keith?
I groan and bend for him, clinging to his shoulders as he devours my breath. All thoughts flee my head, replaced only by Zane.
“More,” I whisper. “You said—”
He reaches between us, finding my hardening cock and squeezing it through the fabric of my dress and underwear. “I said what?” He leans in, kissing down from my lips to my throat before biting down hard.
That I’m yours.
But I don’t want to remind him of that right now, while he’s busy touching and biting me.
“That you’d fuck me,” I answer instead. I trail my hand down to his cock, happy to feel how hard he is through his suit slacks.
He looks amazing in the suit. It’s a shame I’m going to ruin this one.
I’d feel guiltier, if he hadn’t ruined so many of my outfits.
I squeeze his cock, and he bites even harder. I moan and bare my throat for him to get more of that delicious pain.
His tongue lashes against the spot he’d just bitten, and he sucks a mark into my skin as he thrusts against my hand. His fingers flex around my throat, still pinning me against the wall, and he asks, “Lube?”
I shake my head.
Zane growls, and for a second, I think he’s going to stop.
Instead, he turns around, and for the first time, I pay attention to my surroundings. The lounge is small, with a couch and an armchair behind an ornate coffee table. There’s a liquor cabinet in the corner, but I’m not interested in drinks.
“Doubt they keep any on hand in here,” Zane says. “Guess I’ll have to get creative.” He jerks me away from the wall by my throat. “Bend over the couch. Now.”
I gasp, then scramble into position when he lets me go. My head is already growing fuzzy, making it harder to think. I bend over the couch and pull my skirt up over my waist.
If he wants to take me dry, I don’t even care.
I pull my tight lace panties down and spread my legs as wide as I can to give him easy access.
Then I close my eyes to wait.
He spreads my ass cheeks, then kneels down behind me.
Confusion threatens to cut into the arousal, right up until I feel the firm press of his tongue against my hole.
It startles a gasp out of me, and he pulls away to chide, “Quiet.”
I swallow my sound, but I crane my neck to look at him in disbelief.
He can’t really be doing this.
This isn’t something men like him do. I’d done it for Keith, once, and while I’d enjoyed it, he’d acted like even receiving it was a chore. He never even suggested returning the favor.
Zane hums in approval, then his tongue goes back to tonguing my hole. It’s as aggressive as his kisses on my lips had been, and he spreads my cheeks wider. The tip of his tongue threatens to push inside of me, then he groans when he breaches my hole.
My face heats up, and I have to force myself to breathe as the pleasure pulses through my body. My erection rubs against the side of the couch, probably smearing pre-cum all over it.
I don’t care.
I lean forward and clutch the couch.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I can’t come from just this.
I have to breathe through it, like I would pain, but this is worse, somehow. It’s unfamiliar, and good, and the only thing that hurts is my heart hammering so hard in my chest that it could burst through.
“Fu—” I start, but I swallow down the word.
Quiet.
He wants me to be quiet.
I want to do that for him.
I want to do everything for him.
Zane’s tongue is magic.
In my mouth, in my ass, he uses it like he would a weapon, and as he tongue-fucks my hole, I have to fight back the moans that want to escape me.
Each time it delves inside of me, my fingers tighten on the couch cushion, and I have to stop myself from grinding into it to chase the feeling of more.
When I’m on the edge, my balls tightening dangerously, Zane pulls back. He replaces his tongue with his thumb, pushing in insistently.
“Nice and loose for me now,” Zane says in his husky voice. “You’re ready, aren’t you, Sin?”
“Yes,” I answer hazily. “Please. I need you.”
He fucks me with his thumb until I let out a needy whine, and he chuckles before pulling it out. Cloth rustles, and a belt unfastens. I hear him spit into his hand, then the saliva-covered head of his cock is pushing at my hole.
It’s not great for lube, but I don’t care.
I need him inside of me.
Inch by agonizingly slow inch, he starts to work his way into my ass. He squeezes my hips, his grasp tightening when he finally bottoms out inside of me. He’s breathing heavily, and I wonder if sweat is trickling down his brow despite the relative cool of the room we’re in.
What is he going to say when we stumble out of this room looking well-fucked and satisfied? His fancy three piece suit isn’t surviving this unscathed.
His perfectly styled hair will be disheveled and his expression will be so raw and it will all have been because of me.
Because he wanted me too badly to care about appearances anymore.
I thrust back against him and squeeze, dragging his cock along my insides. He’s stretching me so wide, destroying me from the inside out, and my mind soars from it.
Zane grunts, the sound low but audible above the soft hum of the air conditioner, then without warning, he picks up the pace. His hips rock against mine, and he mutters a curse the next time I clench around him.
It’s almost a game, to see what sounds I can get out of him instead of the other way around.
I brace myself against the couch and rock back harder. My ass slaps against his thighs, and I like that sound. It’s visceral. Secret, but still us.
I clench as he pulls out, making the drag all the more delicious.
“You…” Zane growls. He bends forward and places his hand on the back of my neck. “Take it, Sin. Show me how much you belong to me.”
I moan and nod fervently, loosening my muscles once more.
Letting him have me, however he wants me.
His grasp is harsh, as punishing as the pace he’s setting, and he squeezes even tighter when his thrusts stutter. Heat spills into me as he comes with only a grunt. He leans over me, reaching around to my cock and gripping it like he is the back of my neck.
I gasp for air as the pain shoots through me, but his cock rams my prostate, and the pleasure slams into me. All the sensations amalgamate into one, confusing and terrifying and so overwhelming that for three beautiful seconds, there’s nothing but us in the entire world.
Zane strokes me through my orgasm, his cock sliding out and letting several drops of cum drip down onto my leg. He’s breathing hard, and it’s only when I’m whining in oversensitivity that he releases both my neck and my cock.
“You made a mess,” he says, his voice low as he holds his hand up to my mouth. “Clean it.”
I part my lips and obediently suckle on his fingers. My cum is warm and bitter, but it doesn’t matter when Zane is looking at me like that.
Like I’m somebody who matters.
He catches his breath while I clean off his hand, but I don’t think he’s come back to earth just yet because he doesn’t panic about the disarray we’re both in.
His mask fell somewhere along the way, and his perfect suit is wrinkled.
He tucks himself back into his pants, securing the belt back into place.
I stand up, pull my underwear up, and let my skirt pool around my waist again. I wait patiently, afraid of ruining the moment.
Zane’s opening his mouth to say something when someone tries the doorknob.
We both freeze.