He lowers his mouth to my ear, and his hot breath ruffles my hair. “The ones all over my fucking chest.”
My eyes drop back down, and sure enough, the veneer of ink covers a cluster of thick, twisted scars. A lump of emotion clogs my throat, but I swallow it down. They must have been carved into his flesh long before he got the tattoos. How did he get them? Are they the reason he doesn’t like to be touched? I open my mouth to tell him that I didn’t even notice his scars. I mean we all have them, some are just on the inside. But before I can utter a word, he wraps a hand around my throat, cutting off my words and my air.
“You don’t want to fucking play with me, Lily, because I will eat you alive.” His grip relaxes just enough for me to speak.
Instead of reassuring him about his scars, I give him snark. “That would require some touching though, wouldn’t it?”
He grunts a response, a humorless smirk pulling the corner of his mouth upward as a wicked glint flickers in his dark eyes. “I will touch you whenever and wherever the fuck I want.”
Pretending his hand isn’t still locked around my throat, I place my hands on my hips. “Is that so?”
“That’s the deal you signed up for.”
“Is there anywhere I’m allowed to touch you?”
He lets go of me. “Forearms. Or below the waist is fine.”
I glance down, unconsciously running my tongue over my lip when I see the clear outline of his hard cock straining against his pants. He wants me, but he won’t admit it. I wish I knew why.
A menacing growl vibrates in his chest. “You want a taste, buttercup?”
Not taking my eyes from his impressive bulge, I nod.
He inhales deeply, his abs tightening and the thick muscles of his thighs growing taut. He has an incredible body, and I want to feel it for myself. I want him to let me in. I need him to let me in. “Then go ahead.” He grits out the words like they pain him.
Not giving him a second to change his mind, I drop to my knees. He flinches when I trail my fingernails over his zipper. I bite down on my lip to stifle a giggle and look up to find him gazing down at me with an expression of unrestrained hunger. My insides contract with white hot pleasure. I’ve never seen him like this, at least not with me, and it fuels my courage. Still, my fingers tremble on his zipper. And when I reach into his boxers and free his magnificent cock, he trembles too. His entire body shudders as he lets out a deep groan. It’s possibly the hottest sound I’ve heard any man make—ever. This is my way in with Zeke. This is how I get him to trust me.
Wrapping my hand around the thick base, I squeeze. Precum leaks from the slit of his crown, and I dart out my tongue and lick it off, stifling a moan as his taste fills my mouth. He hisses out a breath. I want all of him inside me, but I want to draw this out for him too. I’m going to give him the best head he’s ever had in his goddamn life.
“You taste so good.” I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, and he grunts appreciatively, rocking his hips forward, but I pull back, taunting him just a little.
Huge mistake.
Zeke snarls, the animalistic sound vibrating through him and into me, and fists his giant hands in my hair. “Don’t fucking toy with me.”
I take a deep breath through my nose right before he shoves his cock all the way into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. Tears stream down my cheeks. Saliva dribbles down my chin. He pulls back an inch, and I take the opportunity to suck in air, preparing for him to drive inside again, which he does half a second later, barely giving me any time to recover.
I place my hands on his hard thighs, my fingertips digging into his taut muscles and holding me steady while he fucks my face. Ezekiel Cavanagh is wrong if he thinks this is going to break me. So very wrong. I relax my jaw and my throat, the way I was taught a long time ago. Tears prick at my eyes for a different reason now, but I blink them away, anchoring myself to this moment right here. To Zeke’s scent. His touch. His powerful hands on my head. The way they hold onto me, almost reverently as he drives his cock in and out of my mouth.
My heart leaps when I glance up and find him still staring down at me, a look of awe and desire on his face. His dark eyes shutter closed. “Fuck!” he grunts.
I continue to watch him, my eyes swimming with tears. A stray drop rolls down my cheek, and he wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. That one simple act makes my heart ache for him. My beautiful Zeke. So damaged, but so desperate for someone to love him. He and I have more in common than he will ever know. I blink away my tears and stare into his eyes. Edging forward, I swallow every single inch of him, my throat constricting around the crown of his cock. His eyes roll back in his head. His grip in my hair tightens.
“Mother … fucker!” he growls, holding my head in place as thick ribbons of salty cum streak down my throat. I inhale through my nose and swallow again, and Zeke’s thigh muscles tremble beneath my fingertips.
Our eyes remain locked as he slowly slides out of my mouth, and I lick the drool from my lips. “Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that, buttercup?”
I figure it’s a rhetorical question, so I don’t answer. What would he say, or do, if I told him the truth? Instead, I smile up at him, thrilled that, for a few seconds at least, I made him lose control.
He grabs my jaw, squeezing roughly. “Here I was, thinking you were a delicate little flower, Lily. But you’re …” His dark eyes narrow.
I’m what, Zeke? Tell me.
He doesn’t finish his sentence. His Adam’s apple bobs, and he looks away, breaking the connection between us as effectively as if he’d severed it with a knife. Releasing his grip on me, he tucks himself away and zips up his pants. Then, without another word, he stalks out of the room, leaving me alone on my knees.
Chapter
Nineteen
LILY
Xander runs his fingers along my neck and rests his other hand on my thigh, sending shivers up and down my spine. I lean against his solid chest, trying to focus on the movie he chose for us all to watch, but I’m way too distracted by his hands and the fact that he, West, and Zeke are only wearing sweatpants. There’s so much toned muscle on display, it’s a wonder I can concentrate on anything at all.
“Is the movie boring you, buttercup?” Zeke asks after he catches me staring at him.
I squeeze my thighs together and squirm in my seat. “No. It’s just I can’t help thinking …” My cheeks flame with heat.
Xander presses his mouth to my ear. “Can’t help think what, shorty?”
“Um.” I press my lips together.
West winks at me. “Use your words, princess.”
Zeke switches off the TV and the three of them stare at me expectantly. Wetness seeps into my panties. They might not even be down for this. I moisten my lips. “I was thinking that there are way more interesting things that the four of us could be doing, is all.”
“Holy fuck,” Xander mutters.