“So. Fucking. Sweet,” he growls.
He loves going down on me, has done since our very first encounter. My body is shaking with the tense pleasure of his tongue working over me by the time he decides I’ve had enough. He straightens himself up and leans into me, resting his cock against my ass cheeks.
“Still got those eyes closed, angry girl?” he rumbles into my ear.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He’s moving, then, sliding something chilled and solid up the inside of my leg again. It starts to vibrate as he pushes it against the entrance of my pussy. “Get ready,” he tells me. “This is gonna feel very…full.”
He slides whatever he has in his hand—a vibrator, must be—further, further, further inside me until the hilt of it is pressing up against my clit. The intensity of the vibrations increases, sending a shockwave of pleasure rippling over my skin.
“Oh…my…god.”
“We’re not finished yet,” Zeth says. I understand immediately after what he has planned. He thrusts his hips against my ass, the tip of his cock sliding down between my ass cheeks, and I draw in a sharp, nervous breath. I haven’t done this before. Not with something already inside me.
“Trust me?” Zeth asks, pushing a little harder.
I try to slow the thunder of my heart, utterly conflicted by the rolling beginnings of the orgasm building low inside me, and the prospect of how I will cope with what he’s about to do. “Yeah. Yes, I trust you.” I exhale, trying to prepare myself.
A deep breath is not enough, though. The burning heat of the pain that lances through me when Zeth pushes slowly into my ass is overwhelming. I grab onto the headboard, handcuffs digging deep into my skin, and I brace myself against the all-consuming sensation. He’s not even close to being all the way inside me when he stops, leaning around my body to work the vibrator inside my pussy, his other hand working my clit.
“Relax. Breathe, Sloane.” He kisses my shoulder, licking at my skin, growling as I tighten and tense around him. “You say when. You’re in control.”
I don’t feel very in control in my current position, tied to the bed and impaled on his cock, but I know he’s not lying to me. I may not feel in control, but I can make this stop at any moment. I can just say the word and it will be over. But…but I don’t want it to be over.
Because underneath the pain and the burning heat…it feels good.
“Slowly,” I whisper. “Just…go slow.”
So he does. Millimeter by millimeter, Zeth carefully begins to rock against me, easing himself inside. With each and every minute movement of his body against mine, my muscles lose their tension. It’s not long before I’m moving with him, tilting my hips back, testing out the boundaries of what I can take here.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect,” Zeth groans. “This is killing me. I just wanna fuck you so hard. Bury my dick inside you ’til my balls are slapping that tight ass of yours.”
“Then…then do it.” I know I’m going to be living on a knife-edge, regretting and glorying in those words as soon as they’ve left my mouth, but I still say them.
Zeth lets out a carnal, inarticulate sound as he draws himself out of me and then thrusts back inside. He’s shaking, his body vibrating against me as he fucks me. I never thought it would be possible to come like this, but I can feel it building inside me even now. The small pulses of pleasure shooting through me because of the vibrator are intensified a hundredfold by the sound of Zeth’s own pleasure firing through him. It pushes me over the edge.
My arms and legs pull in as my orgasm rips through me like a bullet out of a gun. Zeth’s fingers dig into my ass, fingernails breaking the skin, as he climaxes at the same time. I can feel him pulsing inside me, filling me, claiming me as his.
Neither of us can breathe, speak, move when it’s over. Zeth presses his forehead into my back, fighting to fill his lungs, until I can’t bear him inside me anymore and I twist away. I slump down onto the bed, my hands still held up over my head, and Zeth works to free me.
“You think the neighbors heard?” he asks breathlessly.
“Buddy, if I had any neighbors, they’d have called the police on your ass a long time ago.” My body feels thoroughly stretched and sore in the best kind of way. I collapse on top of him, my head on his chest, my hand over his heart—it’s still galloping inside his ribcage.
“You’re gonna have a heart attack one of these days,” I muse.
Zeth laughs, stroking one hand up and down my sweat-slick back. “If I do, don’t resuscitate me, angry girl. That would be the best fucking way to die.”
Chapter Three
Zeth
Three Weeks Later