“Damn, Sadie,” he groaned, his pale eyes slitted and glinting silver in the reflection of the sun off the water. He drank me in from my eyes on downward, running his hands over me as if he were touch starved. Maybe he was, considering who his lover was.
I ground against him, making him gasp, and he grabbed my ass, sliding me harder over his cock, his sexy jaw locked.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” His mouth came down on mine, and we kissed, fucking with our tongues since we couldn’t get closer with our bodies. Was that Vandal’s cum I could still taste in his mouth? I needed him so bad I wanted to flex my hips on one of his downstrokes—catch the tip of his cock with my pussy and push down on him, take him deep inside me.
I clawed at his arms, needing more, but he wouldn’t let it happen.
He carried me, fighting and scratching, from the water. He was laughing against my mouth, as though my desperation for him was amusing.
“Poor little Sadie needs cock,” he whispered against my lips.
“Yes!” I whined. “Please!”
“We don’t have a condom, sweetheart. You’re going to have to settle for something else.”
I pouted at him like a spoiled brat, and he slapped my ass, the lake water making it sting worse than it would have otherwise. Without apparent effort, he went to his knees and laid me out in the grass. Just when I thought I’d get my way after all, he shifted downward, his hair brushing along my wet stomach.
“No! Where are you—”
And then his mouth was between my legs, teasing at my clit. He draped my leg over his shoulder, and when I tried to push his face away, I ended up gripping his head instead, desperate and afraid the pleasure he was giving me would stop.
“Please,” I panted.
He slid a finger into my pussy, then curved that digit, rubbing inside me as he sucked my clit, reading my every small cry and shift of my hips until my frustration crested, my orgasm bursting through me, the ecstasy curling my toes and making me scream, my back arched and my heels digging in, like a woman possessed. The pleasure spilled over into sobs of relief as my body bucked under his mouth. He didn’t stop until I forced his head away, and I fucking loved him for it. No man I’d ever been with had done more than a token job of going down on me, but Zero seemed to love it, which made it unbelievably hotter.
When the aftershocks still trembled through me, he crawled up my body. I was limp with exhaustion, but I knew he’d suffered long enough—his sexy, evil mouth had gotten both Vandal and me off, and he needed to be taken care of too.
I struggled to sit up, but he pushed me back, straddling my ribcage under my breasts. Kneeling above me, he stroked himself, his big hand on his big cock, his eyes hazed and half shut with desire. His lips moved as he stared at me, but no words I could hear came from his mouth.
“Open,” he said, his voice low.
Embarrassed, but too tired to argue, I parted my lips, waiting for him to do all the work himself. I gladly would have helped, but he had his own ideas. He fucked his hand as he stroked his cock, unashamed at his own arousal, my body heating again as I watched him. So much muscle and grace, and his dick was big and straight and beautiful, his dripping precum onto my breasts.
“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you that first day,” Zero said, as though his thoughts were flowing out of his head uninhibited. “Little badass in your Bride of Frankenstein T-shirt, looking like you’d kick ass and take names if someone lent you a step-stool.” He chuckled. “That fucking mouth of yours. This sexy body.” He groaned, groping my breast with his free hand. “You make perfectly reasonable men into fucking perverts.”
Wow—he remembered what was wearing the first day I was here?
He grabbed my chin. “Let me see your tongue.”
I complied without complaint, not even feeling self-conscious about it. Anything he wanted was his for the asking.
“So fucking pretty.” His breath caught, and he shuddered, but his gaze didn’t leave mine as he braced himself with one hand beside my head. Hot cum lashed my face, the next jet going directly into my mouth as he pumped it full. He groaned and dipped a finger into my mouth, into the mess he’d made, and painted my lips with it. “Are you going to swallow that for me, gorgeous, or are you going to be a bad girl and spit it out?”
Staring him in the eyes, I swallowed.
“Fuuuck.” He smeared the cum on my face along my cheek. “Such a messy girl. Such a good girl.”
He fell over beside me but dragged me with him to lie on his chest. I rubbed my cheek against it, wiping the cum into his chest hair and giggling when he made a sound of disgust.
“Rude.” Affectionately, he picked a piece of grass out of my hair, then grabbed a handful of my hair and wiped his chest with it. We rolled around wrestling and panting until he was hard again.
“Go wash off and cool down, you fucking weirdos. I’m trying to work here.”
Both Zero and I sat up and glanced up the lawn to the patio table, where Vandal was sitting at his computer.
“I thought you were working in your office,” Zero accused.
“It’s my house. I’ll work wherever I damn well please,” Vandal shot back. “You’re too nice to her, you know. She’s going to think you’re soft.”
Zero gave him the finger. Vandal chuckled and kept typing.
We ran down to the water hand in hand, and Vandal ignored us while we splashed and horsed around, not getting involved other than to occasionally tell us to shut the fuck up.
Chapter 13
Leaving the cottage was exciting. Not only was I getting away from Vandal and his churlishness for a few hours, I was also going somewhere with Zero. This was going to be fun, even though we were only running errands. The lecture Vandal had given Zero about not leaving me alone anywhere—not even to go to the restroom by myself—seemed ridiculously paranoid. Zero didn’t look amused. He only nodded and solemnly promised to follow orders.
Zero let me choose the music, and I opted for a local radio station, listening with fascination when the news came on. I hadn’t heard a newscast since the day before Vandal first caught me in his backyard. It was weird to think the world was still carrying on without me. Apparently, world leaders didn’t care whether I was paying attention. I had no idea what the date was. Even days of the week had ceased to have any meaning in the world Zero and Vandal lived in.
“You like listening to the news?” Zero asked me when it was finished.
“I don’t know. I was raised listening to the news, so it’s both comforting and terrifying—the same as it is for everyone else, I’m sure. You don’t listen to the news?”
“It’s not my preferred subgenre of horror. The real world has very little to do with me, other than elections. I always vote for the same party. I could be existing at any place, in any time, and it would make no real difference to me. Sometimes the news gives me ideas, but usually it kills my creativity and makes me depressed. If there’s an emergency, my family will call and tell me.”
“Your relationship with them seems kind of strange.”
“I think it’s pretty typical. We spend a lot of time keeping in touch with each other but none of us seem to like each other very much. Everyone is always busy telling everyone else how to live their life, so I stay out of it is much as I can.”