40. Chapter Forty
Chapter forty
Iwant to tease Zenn at the word properly, since we're clearly already touching, his mouth on my neck, my ass pressed right up against his hardening length.
The question and the pause dissolve any lingering shreds of insecurity though, and I slide my hand up his neck, tugging his thick hair. "Yes, please."
That's all it takes for his hand to cup my jaw and pull my head around so he can take my mouth in a bruising kiss.
It's nothing like when he first kissed me against the tree.
This is instantly hot, hard, a passionate, brutal claiming.
His lips crush mine as his tongue demands access to my mouth.
I open for him, moaning at the sensation of our tongues intertwining, his teeth nipping at my lips while he roughly strokes his other palm across my nipples through the fabric of his shirt.
I half expect his hands to drift lower immediately, but he's not in any rush, seeming to revel in the simple pleasure of holding me in place to consume me through deep, exploratory kisses.
It's filthy as fuck, and I want more. I want him to spin me around and pick me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. I want his hand between my legs, where he'll find a slickness that has nothing to do with the water we're in.
Instead, he kisses me until I'm breathless, panting, tugging at his hair when he never quite lets me get in a full breath before his mouth greedily takes mine again. I'm not the only one trembling when he finally spins me around to whisper against my lips. "You should tell me to stop."
"Don't you fucking dare," I groan, winding my fingers through his damp hair to seal his mouth back to mine. I know it was an empty threat when his hands slide up my ribcage to cup my breasts as he devours my mouth all over again.
Finally, he pulls his lips from mine, drawing a pitiful whimper from deep within me when his teeth drag along my swollen bottom lip. "I want to see you, and then, I want to taste you."
Half wild with desire, I lift my arms above my head so he can tug his soaking shirt from my body.
It hits the rock with a slap when he tosses it away, hands trailing to my hips, where he runs his thumbs across my bare skin, eyes dropping to roam over the crisscrossed strips of now-sheer fabric hardly concealing my chest. "This is fucking hot, but I need you naked. Take it off."
I undo the hidden hooks down my side before he impatiently takes over, easing the bandeau away from me to gently set it on the stone. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, he growls. "Are you going to let me have these too, pretty girl?"
Smirking, I lightly scrape my nails down his chest and stomach until I feel the rock hard length of his cock straining against his undershorts.
Stroking him firmly, I reply, "Only if you're going to let me have this.
" Desire floods his face as he pulls the lilac silk down my thighs before lifting me to sit on a higher section of the underwater ridge, exposing my full breasts to the chilled air and letting his hungry gaze drop to watch my nipples pebble.
Instinct has me moving to cover my chest, but Zenn grabs my wrists, shaking his head and pressing my palms against the coarse stone on either side of me.
"Keep them there. I told you, I want to see.
" Then, he takes a step back, licking his lips as his eyes lazily trail over me with such intensity, I swear, I feel him touch everywhere they linger.
He traces over my lips, my breasts, the plane of my stomach, before sinking lower and shamelessly taking in the apex of my thighs, the lapping water hiding absolutely nothing.
Eyes blazing with need, Zenn rips off his shorts, palming his cock as he looks me over, hissing a drawn out, "Fuuuuuck.
" My mouth waters at the sheer fucking size of him.
When he had me pressed against that tree, I could tell it wasn't insignificant, but holy gods, is that an understatement.
It's getting very hard to keep my hands pressed against the damn rock when I want them wrapped around him instead.
"Zenn, please." I whimper again, hardly caring that I'm begging him to touch me already.
His arrogant smirk makes my toes curl, then I suck in a sharp breath when thick flakes of snow land on my chest exposed above the water.
He's on me in seconds, pushing my legs wide and stepping between them to cup my breasts, chasing the icy drops with the heat of his mouth as he licks and sucks at the tender flesh, lips reverently tracing the bare skin over my heart.
I arch into him when he rolls one hard nipple between his thumb and finger, taking the other into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth before sucking at the tight bud. in a way that both soothes and heightens the spark of pain.
"Oh fuck, that feels good." I didn't mean to say the words out loud.
His ego doesn't need inflating when he's already playing my body as expertly as that damn guitar, and knows it.
My core clenches when he repeats the rhythm again and again before shifting to the other already sensitive nipple and doing the same.
My fingers twist in his hair, and he groans with every sharp tug without relenting, the pleasure building between my legs coiling tighter and tighter.
It's almost enough to send me over the edge.
I can't take any more of this torment. I need him inside me.
Fingers, tongue, cock, I don't care. I just need something to relieve the ache that’s been building since his lips met my skin.
I grab his hand from where he's stroking the underside of my breast and place it on my inner thigh. "Touch me."
The low chuckle that reverberates around my nipple is one of pure delight.
"So greedy." His thumb strokes higher and higher, almost reaching the exact place I'm desperate for him, when he flattens his palm and drags it roughly up my body, between my breasts, to the column of my throat.
I'm getting close to threatening violence when he swipes his thumb firmly across my bottom lip then unexpectedly shoves two inked fingers into my mouth.
At the same time, his other hand slips to my ass, sliding me higher on the stone ridge before he bends to press his tongue to my clit.
Intense shocks of pleasure radiate through me.
A muffled cry for more escapes as he sucks at my clit, flattening his tongue against my drenched core and licking me over and over while his fingers slip in and out of my mouth, deliberately stroking my tongue and lips, while his are worshipping the most intimate part of my body.
Why is that what feels so illicit when his face is buried between my thighs?
"Fuck, you taste as sweet as I knew you would," Zenn growls, increasing the pressure and speed of his tongue against that sensitive bundle of nerves as my legs start to tremble.
He doesn't relent, devouring me intently as I suck the fingers he's pushing into my mouth.
I'm so close, so fucking close. When his teeth graze me ever so slightly, I let go, giving myself over to the intense waves of pleasurable bliss as the orgasm crashes over me.
He keeps licking and stroking, gently bringing me down from the heights of mindless ecstasy before tugging me into his chest and pulling us off the ledge into the middle of the pool. My fingers brush over lips swollen from his forceful handiwork, and he grins down at me.
"You look far too smug for a man who hasn't even come yet." I reach up and brush thick snowflakes from the dark gold strands of wet hair and his beautiful warm skin.
He laughs, tugging me closer until one arm is hooked around his neck. "Trust me, I easily could've—just from the taste of you, the sounds you make. Seriously fucking hot." He ducks his head to give me a sweet, gentle kiss. "Whether I come or not."
Despite his honorable words, the taste of me on his lips and that impressive length against my stomach have me craving more. Trailing my hand down his chest, over his hip, I wrap it around his cock and stroke, whispering, "Does that mean you don't want me to do this?"
He shakes his head, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Oh, I definitely want you to do that." He moves us toward the wall of dark rock at the back of the pool.
"Aly, fuck." I squeeze harder at the thought of getting to see him out of control for once.
I slide my hand up and down, feeling powerful with every groan that slips from that beautiful mouth.
Still boneless from the mind-shattering orgasm he gave me a few minutes ago, I don't protest when he unwraps my hand to sit me on another edge and spreads my legs wide so he can step between them again.
I throw a hand back for balance when he leans in to kiss my neck, wincing as I discover the rocks on this side of the pool aren't nearly as smooth.
The pain is quickly forgotten when Zenn kisses my palm then guides my hand back down to curl around his length, using me to firmly stroke himself a few times.
Now, I'm the one teasing. "So demanding." But the command lacing that move was pretty fucking hot, so I grip a little tighter, swirling the pad of my thumb over the head of his cock.
"Oh gods, do that again," he moans, sinking his teeth into the sensitive spot on the side of my neck, making me squeeze harder. Digging my nails into his chest, I swipe my thumb over the head of his cock again, and again, relishing the feel of him swelling in my hand. Just as I sense he’s approaching his limit, I loosen my grip slightly and soothe over the nail marks in his chest with soft kisses, knowing it's the opposite of what he wants right now.
Too fucking bad; I smirk—it's my turn to play.
He's panting against my neck. "Stop being so damn cruel.
" It's practically a growl, followed by a hissed breath when I glide my thumb over his tip one more time.
"Trust me, pretty girl, you do not want to start this game when you have no chance of winning it. "
He palms my breast roughly, sucking at the tender flesh where his teeth were buried in my neck.
Then, his thumb is brushing quick, hard circles over my clit, and I gasp, trying desperately to draw my thighs together, but he's standing in between them, giving me no choice but to absorb the pleasure gathering at the base of my spine.
He plunges two fingers deep inside me, curling them to press deliciously against that sensitive spot. Gods, I need to move.
"Eyes down, Aly," Zenn demands. "I want you to watch. Look how beautifully your body responds. See how perfectly you'll take me when I finally fuck you."
That filthy fucking mouth. I flush and obey, dropping my gaze to watch, mesmerized by the swirling black ink on his fingers sliding in and out of me, torturously slow.
My hips tilt, chasing every stroke while his thumb mercilessly strums my clit.
Determined not to cede all control, I spread the moisture beading at the tip of his cock, down the silken rock hard length of him, and start stroking again, relishing his sharp inhale at the feel of my hand wrapped around him.
My legs start to shake, and I clench around his tormenting fingers, whimpering his name at the intense sensations.
"That's it," he croons sweetly, knowing full well he took the power back in as little as a heartbeat.
"Let go for me. Let me feel you come apart again.
" That last word is so damn arrogant, I almost wish I could defy him, but with one final curl of his fingers, I tip right over that edge, shattering into a million pieces.
My only retribution is to take him with me, clawing at his back and stroking him harder until he braces a hand on the rocks above my head, groaning with pleasure as he finds his own release.