“Saw all this hair,” he said in that dark, delicious growl that vibrated through his hand and against my skin as he moved it up my neck to tug menacingly at my locks. “Remembered the way you worried ’bout losin’ it all, how fuckin’ thrilled you were to have it back. See you stayed true and haven’t cut it since. Like the length, like the colour, but like the weight of it more ’cause I know what it means to ya.”
I didn’t understand what he was doing. His position was threatening, and he was clearly angry with me, but his hand on me was sexual, driving me wild as his fingers rhythmically released and tugged on my hair, as his thumb swiped up and down across my jugular.
And he was reminding me of our history as if it mattered to him, as if he ached with memories just as much as I did. Which couldn’t be true, or he wouldn’t have ignored me for the past three weeks.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, staring up at him with wide, unblinking eyes.
He dipped even closer so that his lips whispered across my own and his thick-lashed crazy-beautiful eyes were the only things I saw. “Seducin’ ya properly.”
“What?”
I gasped as his teeth nipped into my lower lip and rasped over it. “You heard me.”
“I…” I swallowed. “You’re fucking me.”
His chuckle was hot against the bare skin of my neck as he tilted my head with the hand in my hair and bit sharply at the junction of my throat and shoulder. He smiled against my skin as I trembled.
“No, but I fuckin’ well plan on it. You wanted me to touch you, Lou, you wanted to tempt the fuckin’ beast? Well, here he is. Now, tell me has anyone been inside this young, fresh pussy, Lou?” he asked me in a way that suggested the answer had better well be no. “Anyone stretched you so much it burned but ya loved it anyway?”
I was panting loudly already but when one of his big, hot hands clamped over my panty-covered sex and he ground the heel of his palm against my clit, I struggled for breath.
“Answer me.”
I felt his command down to my bones because he had helped form me. His words in ink on paper were my Bible, his attention my place of meditation and his hands on my skin? The same hands I’d dreamt of every day for a decade. That I’d prayed for with more fervency than any virtues I’d been told to worship at church. They were my ultimate blessing.
My mind rolled like a loose marble in my sexed-up head but I still found the nerve to say, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
A snarl rolled up from his gut, through his barrel chest and into the air between us. I stared into his eyes as they stormed, whipped up like a sky at siege with itself.
“Remember you asked for this, little girl,” Zeus ordered, his face savage with desire and all I could see as he leaned over me. “You begged me to touch your pretty young pussy and now I’m not going to stop until your cum is drippin’ from my fingers like honey.”
His strong fingers tightened around my neck as I strained against him. Pinned against the table top like a butterfly, splayed open by the width of his hips between my legs and held down by the hand at my throat and the other pressed deeply into the sensitive place above my pubic bone. I was utterly helpless, held captive by a man with warning labels sewn into the very lining of his soul.
And I wanted him so badly, I shook with it.
“I dare you to try,” I taunted, poking the bear just to see what it would do.
A wicked grin cut across his face. “You say my name when you come.”
I opened my mouth to refute his arrogance but the sharp sound of fabric rending and the slight pain around my hips distracted me.
He’d torn off my underwear.
My fingers curled around his rocky biceps instinctually, just in time for me to brace against the first touch of his blunt, thick fingertips to my shamefully wet sex.
He hummed his approval low in his throat. “So wet. You like the thought of me finger-fuckin’ you on this table, in the middle a this club? Betcha wish there was someone to watch, to see how goddamn magnificent you’ll be when you break apart at the seams.”
I groaned as he slid his entire hand over my sex, up and down so that my wetness spread everywhere, all over his fingers, from one side of my groin to the other and all the way over my asshole. It should have been embarrassing to have him play with my arousal like that but I loved the sloppy sounds my pussy made under his touch, the way he trailed his index finger deeper to play over my entrance and his thumb lagged behind to brush hard at my clit.
He hadn’t even penetrated me yet and I was shaking.
“Wanna feel this pussy leakin’ all over my dick while you work it,” he rasped in such a low rumble it was nearly indecipherable. “Wanna see your face as you struggle to take alla me in this tight cunt. Tell me, Lou, when I first break through, will you cry pretty tears for me?”
“Fuck,” I cursed as one finger swirled at my entrance, deeper and deeper with each pass until he was at the thin barrier. Panting but unable to give in without one last barb, I said, “You don’t like it when I cry.”
“New rule. You’re allowed to cry when I claim you as mine.”
“Zeus.” I squirmed under his firm hold as another finger joined the first and thrust shallowly in and out of my sloppy pussy. “Please, take me.”
His chuckle wafted across my mouth as he bit into my bottom lip again. “No fuckin’ way the first time I’m takin’ my girl is on a table in the middle of this fuckin’ club. ‘Sides, you gotta earn my cock, little girl.”
“And how do I do that?” I whined as his calloused thumb rubbed tight, firm circles into my clit, working my orgasm to the surface like a cork from a bottle.
I was going to burst open, rational thought evaporated and blood carbonated with pleasure as my cum spilled forth against those sinfully thick fingers playing between my thighs.
“Show me how fuckin’ gorgeous you are when you come all over my hand,” he said.
And just like that, I broke apart. The orgasm crashed through me like a great wave, pulling everything that I was into its wake until I shattered and spilled between the junction of my thighs, against the great boulder of the hand against my sex.
I had orgasmed before, both with Reece and by myself at home in the dark hours of the night with only girlish thoughts of Zeus to lead me there.
This was so much better than that.
I lay spent and boneless against the table, twitching slightly in the aftermath, pussy pulsing against his hand as he shifted to cup his big palm over my sex.
I jerked when he gave it two quick, gentle pats and said, “Good girl.”
Fuck me but that was hot.
Using the little energy I had left, I went into a crunch so I could watch him as he brought a wet thumb to his mouth and smeared my cum against his lower lip before sucking it into his mouth.
“Fuckin’ delicious,” he groaned.
“Please let me touch you now.”
His heavy-lidded eyes studied me splayed out on the table for him for a long minute before he reached down and carted me into his arms. Immediately, I wrapped myself tight around him even though I could feel my sex drench his tee where I pressed against him. I shoved my face into his neck, breathing deeply of his forest-and-tobacco scent, and I struggled not to cry.