“Damn,” his voice rises. “Country girl turned city girl. That’s awesome, though.”
“Yeah. I can’t wait to get out of this town and I’m sure it can’t wait for me to be gone.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because everyone hates me.”
“You don’t give people enough credit. Not everyone hates you. In fact, you’re sort of growing on me. Even if you are still a pain in the ass.”
Smiling inwardly because he’s sort of growing on me, too, I stress on the reasons that I’m not wanted. “I’m the reason everyone lost their beloved gym teacher and coach—the reason you lost your aunt and uncle.”
“I think everyone just searches for someone to blame whenever something doesn't go the way they want. The truth is, that’s exactly what I did. I wanted to believe you were lying because it was easier than facing the truth. Everyone might believe that you threw yourself at him, but in the end, only the truth matters. You and Uncle Jay know what that is.”
“Why do you call him that? Uncle Jay?”
“Have since I was little. I had a speech impediment and couldn’t say my r’s, so I just started calling him, Jay. It just stuck all these years.”
“That makes sense.” I can feel my eyes getting heavy again, so I let my head rest into the pillow.
Giving the blanket a pull, I yank the corner out from underneath him. “We can share.” I drape it over his waist.
“Thanks.” He tugs the blanket up over my shoulders. “Get some rest,” he says. Our bodies parallel with each other and his warmth radiating underneath the blanket.
Feeling like I need him closer, I take his arm and wrap it around me then flip to my other side. I scoot back until I’m pressed against his chest. He doesn’t retract, he just lets his arm hang over my side. His fingers touching the bare skin of my stomach as my shirt hikes up. Goosebumps trail downward from his touch.
His breaths become heavy as his head moves closer and I can feel his exhaled air hit the back of my neck. My entire body shivers at his touch, though it’s warm and inviting, and everything I want. Yet, I still want more. I scoot further, allowing him to completely engulf me in his arm.
When he begins drawing his fingers against my stomach, I let my eyes close. My mouth falls agape as I take his hand in mine, pushing it down further. He resists for a moment and I can feel him tense up under my touch. “I don’t know, Nadia. You might still be a little intoxicated.”
“I’m completely coherent.” I push his hand down more, and this time, it dips beneath the waistband of my shorts. The tops of his fingers graze my pubic bone. As he smooths them down, my cotton panties dampen while heat flares inside of my stomach.
Sucking in, I pop the button on my shorts. He pushes himself down to slide my shorts and panties off my hipbone and I wiggle out of them.
My top leg drapes toward him, giving him better access as he begins circling the pads of his fingers around my clit, sending shocks of electricity through me. “You sure you want this?” He seeks clarity again and I wanna scream at him to just put his fingers inside of me.
“More than anything,” I say with a cracked voice. Reaching behind me, I stretch my arm down and cup his cock on the outside of his sweatpants. He’s touched me before, but I’ve never touched him, and to say it’s not disappointing would be an understatement. It’s apparent that girth doesn’t run in the family, because he’s twice the size of Jordan. He also has magical fingers that make me feel like no man has ever made me feel before. Then again, he’s only the second to ever touch me. But, I can’t even make myself feel this good.
Two fingers slide inside of me. Curled and long, and so satisfying as his knuckles hit my entrance. Instead of sliding in and out, he pumps them in a come hither motion, hitting my g-spot and making me feel like I’m on the verge of combustion.
I begin rubbing him harder and faster through his pants and then tug them down, sliding my hand down his boxers. His silky smooth head greets my hand and I rub the tip of it, sweeping up the precum and then start stroking in slow and steady motions. My arm is bent in a weird position, so I flop over on my back. Dropping my legs open and arching my back.
He releases a muffled groan as I pick up my pace. His fingers digging deeper inside of me. Everything that has happened leaves my mind and all I can focus on is this—this incredible feeling and the moment where he brings me to the height of pleasure.
As I reach my climax, I squeeze his cock tighter. “Uggh, I’m…oh, god, Zack,” I cry out as I feel myself come undone—just like he planned. I crumble at his mercy. Bucking my hips and riding his hand through my orgasm.
“I want you so bad, baby.” He moans into my ear.
“Then take me.”
Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out and climbs on top of me. Reaching over to his night stand, he slaps his hand around until he retreats with what I believe is a condom.
In a quick motion, he tears the top off with his teeth then slides it on himself. I can’t see his face, only the whites of his eyes in the soft glow of the streetlights that shine through the uncurtained windows. He looks down at me, our eyes connecting as our body connects on a whole new level. His cock slides in slowly and smoothly.
With the rise and fall of his hips, he fills me up completely. My body slides back inch by inch until my head hits the headboard.
Gripping his shoulders with both hands, I begin rocking myself into him from underneath. Everything about him right now is perfect. My hands slide down, then up his shirt against the ridges of his abs until they’re placed on his hips.
Zack kicks the blanket off of us then grabs my leg and lets it hang over his forearm. My body curled up and taking everything he’s giving to me.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Nadia.” The way he says my names unleashes butterflies in my stomach. Racing heart, sweating palms—he makes every part of my body feel alive.
My fingertips dig into his sides as he lunges harder and faster. He’s so long that I can feel him pulsate against my belly button. Moans of pleasure escape me as he mimics my sounds with heavy and unfulfilled breaths.
The head of his cock swells inside of me as he vibrates his pelvis against me. “Fuck, baby,” he groans before his movements freeze. He gives a couple more pumps inside of me then collapses on my chest.
Unsure what to do with my hands in this intimate moment, I decide to just wrap them around him. His tee shirt is drenched with sweat and I realize that neither of us took our shirts off. “That was incredible,” he tells me before pressing his lips to mine, soft and gentle.
I smile against his mouth. “Yeah, it was.”
“No regrets?”
“None at all.”
He kisses me again before climbing off me. He stands up and disposes of his condom then points me in the direction of the bathroom, so I can clean up, even letting me take the lantern.
Once I’m alone and the door is closed, a huge grin creeps up on my face. I shouldn’t feel this happy after everything that happened tonight, but I can’t help. This guy drives me wild in the best kind of way.
17
Zack
Her brown sugar hair envelops my face as I take in a deep breath, reveling in the floral scent.