I’ve already slept with him once.
What will one more time change, anyway?
We are doomed either way; might as well enjoy the ride while it lasts—without illusions.
When all of this ends, so will we, because there was never an us to begin with.
My hands travel back to circle around his neck. I press myself harder against him while his palms glide over my shoulders to my waist and ass before he hikes me up. I cradle him between my legs, locking my ankles behind his back, all while the consuming, hot kiss continues awakening every part of my body.
I half expect him to place me on the counter and fuck me right here, but he spins around, walking inside the bedroom where, in short strides, he reaches the bed. I moan in protest when he drops me on it. I bounce a little, landing on my ass with my hair all over my face blocking my view of him.
Flipping it back, I watch him throw his T-shirt on the floor, freeing up his Greek-god-like body with all the hard, rigid muscles that should be carved into a sculpture for how exquisite they are. His hard-on bulges behind the zipper, and my pussy clenches remembering how it drove into me over and over last night.
A moan slips past my lips when he removes the belt with a whoosh and then lowers his zipper, taking out his cock. I bite my lower lip, imagining what it would be like to taste him on my tongue.
After all, in this moment, reality doesn't exist, and I can be as dirty as I want with him. Nothing is off limits to us if it means pleasure and satisfies the craving inside me.
His eyes darken when he guesses the trail of my thoughts, and he crooks his finger at me. I start to crawl toward him, then I pause. His brows lift, he cocks his head to the side, and I get up on my knees, gliding my palms all over my body before reaching the hem of my dress and shimmying out of it.
I shiver from the breeze blowing through the open balcony door, my nipples instantly hardening, and I moan again, pressing my thumbs against them, which sends spasms toward my core, aching to feel something inside it.
He growls when my needy whimper echoes through the space. He says in his low yet husky voice that has the power to seduce me all on its own, “Come here, darling.” I crawl close to him until he threads his fingers in my hair, pulling at it harshly and tilting my head back while his other hand strokes his cock up and down, a drop of precum leaking from the tip. He rubs his thumb on it, spreading it over the head, and steps closer so it’s inches away from my mouth.
“The way you watch me makes me think you’re in need of a dick in your mouth.” Possessiveness flashes in his gaze. “My dick. Do you want a taste, darling?” He drags the tip over my lips. I open my mouth to trap it, but he takes it back. I frown and groan when he tugs my hair, sending light prickles of pain all over me. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” And then without listening to whatever else he wants to say, I place my hands on his hips, sucking on the head and moaning when the first taste hits my tongue, intensifying the desire inside me.
Salty and musky, like something you know you shouldn’t have but will try it anyway, because if you don't, you might go insane.
Leaning back, I lick his length, enjoying the organ pulsing under my tongue while his breathing speeds up. His hold on me tightens when I close my mouth around him again, sucking him deep and putting my hand on the root of his cock, squeezing him hard.
My pussy is dripping wet, clenching with each swipe of my tongue and reminding me of how turned on I am. My free palm slides down my stomach to cup my core, pressing on my clit.
I moan around his girth, sending vibrations through him, and he growls, pulling at my hair so hard my eyes water. Dragging my mouth from the base to the tip, I suck on it, flicking my tongue over the head before gliding it over his length again. I squeeze him in rhythm with my fingers pushing inside me, each of my movements sending waves of pleasure in my body and filling my blood with much-needed anticipation of divine happiness that’s almost within my reach.
Zach stills me, pushing me back a little, and then his thumb settles on my chin before he orders, “Open.” I do as he says, and he thrusts inside my mouth easily while I relax my throat as much as I can around him. “Your mouth is so hot, baby. I could die a happy man with my dick in there with your plump lips holding it prisoner. Pleasure and pain combined in one.” His hips shift back and forth, and he groans above me. I continue to move my fingers inside me with the rhythm of his thrusts, imagining him moving between my legs, driving into me over and over again. A light whimper escapes me. The fire builds in my veins gradually as my body buzzes in anticipation. “Do you like those fingers in your pussy, Phoenix?” His thumb presses on my cheek so our gazes meet. “I bet they have nothing on my dick, do they?” He pushes back a little, leaving only the tip in my mouth, and I suck on it, my hand dropping from his hard-on to the bed, needing to have more balance or I might fall from all the things happening to me at once. “Are you dripping for me, baby?” I nod, and his hold on me softens, when he says, “Show me.”
With a tortured moan, I take my fingers from my core, which spasms in despair not welcoming the emptiness, and lift my hand to his mouth. He licks the wetness from them, his tongue brushing against my skin, making me hiss in. Then he sucks them into his mouth before letting go with a soft pop.
He wraps his hands around my neck, gently coaxing me up to my knees. He drops his mouth on mine, going for a deep kiss that boils my blood so much it’s a wonder I don't combust in his arms. The combination of both of our tastes almost sends me toward the edge, but before I can prolong it, he pushes me on my back and announces, “I’m hungry, baby, and I want to feast from the source.” He gets out of his jeans before hooking his fingers in my panties, lowering them and then tossing them away.
He catches my foot, rubbing my ankle, and gives it a light kiss before bending it and placing it on the bed and then repeats the same action with the other one, leaving a space between them as he looms above me. He leans forward, his lips leaving feather-like touches in his wake as he skims from my neck to my collarbone and then the underside of my breasts.
He flicks his tongue over my nipple, tugging on it with his lips, and then sucks a bit more before moving to the other one, doing the same thing. I arch my back, pushing the nipple farther inside his mouth, but he only chuckles against me and trails lower, leaving my nipple aching. I tremble when his breath whooshes, freezing my wet-from-his-mouth pointed peaks, and the combination of it along with the hotness rushing through my system stills the air in my lungs for a second, and I moan in resignation.
I lace my fingers in his silky, dark hair as he showers my body with kisses until he shoulders my thighs farther apart and opens me up with his finger. His hot breath on my flesh makes me jerk and exhale heavily as it fans my core before he swipes his tongue from my clit to my bottom, scooping up my wetness while driving me insane with each glide of his tongue.
My loud whimper fills the air when he slips it inside me, swirling his tongue over my walls, pushing deeper and deeper. My toes curl into the bed, my fingers pulling at his hair and keeping him in position, because if he just continues to do so, I will…
I groan in frustration when he bites on my lower lips before sucking on them as his fingers slide into me, one, two, three, and he drags his tongue to my clit, pressing against it before flicking it from side to side. I cry out as electricity zaps through me in waves, ready to hit me all at once. My body is coated in sweat, ready to let go and finally find the satisfaction it so desperately needs.