Tell me what you like.”
Alexa set down the fantasy novel she’d chosen from the bookcase downstairs. She hadn’t wanted to read about real life, craving the distraction of dragons and wizards and magic.
Zack, finished with his watch shift, sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes on her. On her and hungry. Her stomach fluttered, and her heart gave a little jolt.
This day, of nothing and waiting and whiling away the hours, was the new normal. But at least she was safe. And at least she was with Zack. She was immensely grateful for both of those facts.
She played with the hem of her T-shirt. “What I like?”
Zack’s eyes tracked the movement of her fingers, and another hot flutter stole through her. “Yeah. In bed. We haven’t talked about that.”
She swallowed, suddenly very aware of every tick of her pulse in her throat. “Is that something people do? I don’t really have a good frame of reference here.”
“Yeah,” he said, smiling crookedly. “Couples talk about sex. Or, at least, they should.”
She chewed her lip, uncertainty creeping in. She met his eyes and gave a half shrug. “I…I don’t really know. I’ve never…” Another half shrug as blood rushed to her face. “It’s never mattered.”
He moved up on the bed, sitting in front of her. “It matters to me.”
“I don’t know what I like. I wish I knew what to tell you.”
Her fingers were still playing with her T-shirt, and he took her hands in his. “Do you ever make yourself come?”
Her face heated even more, but despite her embarrassment she didn’t feel the need to hide from him or to lie. “Yeah, I do.”
He glanced at the mirror in the corner and then returned his attention to her. “Will you show me?”
She was amazed that her face hadn’t burst into flames. “You want me to touch myself?”
He smiled, wolfish and slow. “Yeah, princess. I do.”
A flood of heat coursed over her skin. A throb settled between her legs, and she clenched, surprised at how turned on she was at the idea of touching herself in front of Zack.
With slow, deliberate movements she undid the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down, arching her hips up off the bed to wiggle free. Zack tugged his shirt up over his head and let it fall to the floor, and she did the same. He undid his belt but didn’t undress any further. No, instead he stood and walked to the corner and dragged the mirror toward the bed, placing it right beside her.
“So we can both watch,” he said, and then dipped his head and caught her mouth in a hot, deep kiss. His tongue stroked hers, and she squirmed slightly, in both anticipation and nervousness. She’d never, ever done anything like this before. But she didn’t want to stop.
He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, and his jeans hit the floor. So did her bra. Finally, when she felt as though her heart were about to burst from beating so hard, so fast, he broke the kiss. The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed onto the bed, moving behind her. He held her so that her back was to his chest, and he angled them toward the mirror.
“Take your panties off,” he said as he trailed hot, openmouthed kisses across her shoulders. She did, tossing them to the floor, her entire body on fire. Not with shame, but with how much she wanted this. Needed this. He kissed her neck and then raised his head, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Look how beautiful you are. How fucking sexy. God.” He licked up her neck and nipped at her skin, sparkles of pleasure dancing over her. His hands gripped her hips, and she could feel his cock, thick and hard, pressed against her lower back. “Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he whispered as he nipped at her ear. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
She eased her legs apart, and he hooked his ankles over hers, holding her open. But she didn’t feel trapped, or vulnerable, or exposed.
She’d never felt so desirable in her life. Zack made her feel beautiful, made her feel sexy in ways she’d never even imagined. His hands moved from her hips to her inner thighs, his fingertips feathering over the sensitive skin there. Her own fingers trembled slightly as she slid her right hand down, resting her palm over her bare mound. But they didn’t tremble because she felt unsure, or ashamed, or worried she wouldn’t please him. They shook only because of how much she wanted this.
Zack kissed her shoulder and then met her eyes again in the mirror, his gaze slowly sweeping down her body. She dipped her fingers lower, barely touching her clit, which was already swollen and throbbing. With a soft moan, she slipped a finger inside and then rubbed her clit in a slow, firm circle. She watched as it moved beneath her fingers, and she shifted her hips. Zack’s grip tightened on her thighs, and she inhaled sharply when she saw the dark, intense lust shining in his eyes.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice husky.
She alternated her strokes in her favorite pattern, slow circles and diagonal flicking brushes. “Mm-hmm.”
“What do you think about when you touch yourself like this?”
His fingers inched higher on her thighs, almost at the seam now. One finger brushed the outside of her lips.
“You.”
He smiled against her skin and trailed more kisses over her neck as she continued to massage her clit.
“What about me?”
“Everything. God, everything. What it would feel like to kiss you. What your skin would taste like. What it would feel like to have your hands on me. Your mouth. To have you inside me. How good you’d feel and smell and taste and sound.”
He caught her earlobe in his teeth and tugged gently. “Fuck, princess. Me too. The night after Sean and Sierra’s engagement party, I had the sexiest dream about you. Do you want to hear it? Should I tell you my fantasy while you touch yourself?”
“Yes, please,” she sighed out, rubbing her clit, her hips rocking a little.
In the mirror she could see how wet she was. Could see that Zack’s eyes were glued to her hand between her legs. He shifted against her, his hard cock hot and thick.
“I dreamed that you’d come home with me after that party, and that the second we were alone in my apartment, you were on your knees, and my cock was in your pretty mouth.”
“I want that,” she said, her clit throbbing. “Then what happened?”
“I couldn’t take any more, and I fucked you up against the wall, hard and fast, and you came so hard that you screamed my name.” She shifted her hips restlessly and whimpered. “Then we moved to the bed. And then the shower. And then the floor. Over and over again, until neither of us could move.”
“I want all of that too,” she murmured, her skin slightly damp with sweat.
“When I woke up, it only took me a minute to get myself off, and I came so fucking hard, thinking about how much I wanted you.”
“Oh God, Zack,” she moaned, arching against him. His words seared through her, exhilarating and surreal.
“Look how wet your pussy is,” he said, and she moaned again, louder this time. “Do you like it when I talk dirty to you, princess?”
She managed to nod. “Mm-hmm. I do.”
“What do you like about it?”
A week ago she wouldn’t have known the answer to his question or had the confidence to answer it, but things were different now. She was different now.
“Because you want to do those things to me, and I want all of it. I love you, and I want all of you. The sweet parts and the dirty parts. The strong parts and the soft parts.”
“I don’t have any soft parts right now,” he said, moving his hips against her, and she smiled, feeling light and free and happy despite everything. “Alexa.” He kissed up her neck, his mouth hot and sweet against her skin. “I love you.” He laid his hand over hers and started moving with her, and after a second she drew her hand away. His hand was so much bigger, his skin so much rougher than hers, and the contrast was delicious. The sight of his fingers moving over her clit was almost unbearably hot, and her insides pulled and tightened. Heat licked down her spine and settled between her legs, adding to the throb there.
“Like this?” he asked, touching her the way she’d just done, his strong fingers moving against her clit in alternating circles and firm strokes.
“Yeah,” she sighed out. “Just like that.” Her hips started to shake, and he took his hand away.
“Not like this. I want to taste you.” Before she could say anything, he’d moved off the bed and onto the floor in front of her. He tugged her hips to the edge of the bed, and she eased onto her back. She watched him in the mirror, the muscles in his back flexing as he settled himself between her legs. Burning pleasure shot through her as he closed his mouth over her throbbing, aching pussy in a hot, openmouthed kiss, swirling his tongue over her swollen clit.
Her hips jerked, and her back arched off the bed. “Holy fuck! God!” she cried out as she fisted her hands in the sheets. She pressed up onto her elbows, her eyes darting between Zack in front of her and their reflection in the mirror. Splotches of red dotted her skin from her neck to her breasts.
His teeth scraped gently over her tender flesh, and he moaned. “You taste so damn good, sweetheart. Fuck.” He bit out the last word before closing his mouth over her again, sucking and licking. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t move. All she could do was feel and watch as he worked his mouth against her, his big hands on her hips, the muscles in his arms and back taut and gorgeous. His stubble rasped against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, adding another layer of sensation.
He moaned against her, and the added vibration coiled everything inside her into hot, glowing knots. His tongue swirled over her again, and he sucked her clit into his mouth. She broke, all those knots unraveling as she came against his mouth, her hips bucking, his name falling from her lips over and over again, and her entire body felt like a heartbeat, pleasure throbbing outward from her core.
Zack nipped at her thigh, and she ran her fingers through his hair. He smiled up at her. “I think we found something else you like.”
She flopped down onto the mattress, her limbs shaking. “Uh-huh.” Closing her eyes, she let herself bask in the golden afterglow filtering through her veins. He kissed his way back up her body, trailing his wonderfully talented mouth over her stomach, her ribs, her breasts—lingering over her nipples—her neck, her ears, and finally her mouth. He kissed her, and she could taste herself on his tongue. Fresh arousal rolled through her, and she cupped his face, his stubble rough against her palms.
“Thank you. That was amazing,” she said, threading her fingers into his hair.
He kissed her again. “You’re welcome, but I’m not done with you yet, princess.” He pulled her up to sitting and stood, shucking his boxer briefs. A bead of moisture pearled at the tip of his cock, and she licked her lips, surprised at how badly she wanted to put her mouth on him.
As though he could read her mind, he smiled, that cocky half smile that melted her insides. “Another time.” He picked his pants up off the floor, then retrieved his wallet and pulled a condom out.
“I don’t want to use that,” she said, and he stilled, his hands dropping to his sides, the foil square still in one hand.
“You don’t?”
She bit her lip and shook her head. “I don’t want anything between us. I just want you. I’ve never done that before, but I want to with you.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, and his voice came out strained, almost rough.
“I’m on birth control. So unless you have a reason why we can’t…” She trailed off and shrugged.
“I’m good. I have to get tested all the time. For fighting.”
“I want you, just you, inside me. Skin to skin. Just us.”
He took a deep breath and dropped the condom, just letting it fall to the floor. “God, yes.” He closed the distance between them and kissed her, hard and deeply and urgently. And then he was behind her on the bed again, urging her forward. “I want that too, and I want to watch.” He moved them to the edge of the bed, directly in front of the mirror, and she knew what he wanted. What they both wanted. Rising up onto her knees, she straddled him, her back once again to his chest. He lined up his cock with her soaking wet entrance, slicking himself through her folds. With his other hand, he exerted gentle pressure on her hip, urging her down. She sank onto him, moaning as he filled her. She watched, fascinated, awestruck, as his bare cock disappeared into her. Both of his hands settled on her hips as she sank all the way down, loving the tight fullness of him inside her. Loving that there was nothing separating them. Loving him.
“Oh God, princess.” He ground the words out, his forehead pressed to her shoulder. “You feel so good. So perfect. God.”
She rocked her hips against him, reveling in the sight of him buried inside her. “I love how you feel, Zack. So big and so damn good.”
He made a quiet growling sound and, with his hands firmly on her hips, guided her up and then down again. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror, from them, from the intensely erotic sight of his cock sliding in and out of her, over and over again.
He kissed her neck and rolled his hips, and she tipped her head back against him. “Look at you, sweetheart. Look,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
She raised one arm and curled it around his neck, threading her fingers into his hair. He was so gorgeous it almost took her breath away to look at him. His thick brown hair a mess. His eye blackened and a little swollen. “Look at us.”
“Us. I fucking love that there’s an us.”
She never, ever wanted to forget this moment. The sight of her and Zack twined together, his gorgeously thick, naked cock moving in and out of her in sure, steady thrusts. The pleasure of his body inside hers. This gorgeous man, who was kind and sweet and strong, who loved her.
“Me too. God, me too.”
He moaned and picked up the pace, his grip harder on her hips. “I’m gonna come inside you. Yeah?”
She wasn’t sure why, but the idea turned her on so much that she started to come around his cock, pleasure shimmering through her blood. She clenched around him as her orgasm rocked her, obliterating everything except the beautiful fullness of his cock inside her, the fullness of her heart, the fullness of them.
“I love you. Fuck, Alexa, I love you.” He pushed himself deep, and she felt each pulse of his cock as he came inside her.
She slumped against him, her heart racing, sweat slicking her skin. He kissed a lazy path from her shoulder to her neck, and she closed her eyes. “I love you too.”