He fists his cock, his own hand barely able to fit around it. He strokes himself, watching my reaction. I’ve heard of men who are hung like porn stars, but to actually have one standing in my bedroom? It’s almost as terrifying as it is enticing.
He steps forward and my panicked eyes dart from his length to his eyes. He kneels on the bed, kicking his boots off then his jeans.
“You okay?” he whispers, the corner of his mouth raising. I nod a little too quickly and swallow. “You sure? We can stop.” He tucks an errant strand of hair from my face. Who is this man? Where is the evil man society deemed unredeemable? It’s as if he’s a different person when around me, not at all the man I was taught to despise.
“I’m sure.”
“That was your save point. There’s no going back now. I won’t stop, won’t be able to.” He shakes his head, and I smile. There’s my bad boy.
He straddles me, the head of his cock pressing into my thigh. My mouth parts and my breathing picks back up. His hand slips under the waist of my sweatpants, and I close my eyes.
“Open your eyes,” he murmurs. They pop open automatically, finding his looking right back at me. Dexterous fingers slide under the material of my panties, and my legs widen to allow him to go further. His mouth opens as the pads of his index and middle fingers slip over my clit and brush against my wetness. My body bucks with pleasure, my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Gently, he presses a finger into my * and a mewl vibrates through my chest. Pleasure soars up my legs, resting right at the tip of his finger as he slowly thrusts it in and out. My hands fly to my sides, my nails digging into the sheets for strength. My body pulses with the urge to plummet into ecstasy. Just as I think I can’t take any more, his finger withdraws. Panting, I lift my head, irritated. I find him climbing off the bed.
“Not just yet.” He slips his finger into his mouth and looks around my room casually. “You a virgin?” he asks nonchalantly.
“What?” The question takes me by surprise.
“Are you a virgin?” he repeats. Sitting up, I close my legs.
“Does it matter?” I rebut.
He glares at me before a smile flashes across his face.
“Yes, it fucking matters. You’re tight as hell, and the way your body responds to my every touch, it’s…” He shakes his head. The way he says it, it makes me sound alluring, but the way I see it, I come off inexperienced. Something I doubt is very sexy.
“No, I’m not a virgin.”
He looks at me with confusion, so I explain. “I had sex once, with a guy who was—” He holds up a hand, his jaw flexed and eyes closed like my words pain him.
“I don’t need the details. Otherwise, we won’t ever get to what either of us really wants, ‘cause I’ll be out there killing some bastard.” I can’t help the smile that instantly fits my face, a laugh bursting at the seams of my lips.
He smirks, running his hand through his hair.
“That funny?”
I shrug. “He was kind of a jerk.”
He steps forward, his hands fisting the sides of my sweatpants and panties.
“Did someone break my poor rookie’s heart?” He jerks them down my legs, revealing the little bit that was covered. His eyes sweep up and down my body unforgivingly. My pubic hair contrasts against my skin; I should have shaved, or waxed—something.
“Fuck me,” he whispers, his words hitting me hard. My down-to-earth appearance seems to turn him on, which is confusing. I am so different from the girls I’ve seen at his club. Everything I thought I knew about him seems to be wrong. Tilting my head to the side, my hair falls in my face.
“You’re not what I expected, Zeek.” The words escape from my mouth before I can stop them.
He crawls onto the bed, his fists supporting his weight.
“What did you expect? A cold-blooded killer? Someone who doesn’t believe in forgiveness? An animal incapable of mercy? Someone who likes to fuck hard and leave his mark?”
Shrugging my right shoulder, my eyes not faltering from his, I say, “Actually, yeah.”
He scoffs, looking down briefly before hitting me with gorgeous dark eyes. “I’m all of that, baby, but I am also a man who can’t lock down his emotions, who has desires that are irrational. And you, you hit every one of those faults.”
I smirk at the idea that he thinks of himself being human is a flaw. Reaching out, my nails scratch under his chin, the whiskers rubbing against the pads of my fingers.