by Anne Conley
“Help me.”
Wordless, she took a step forward and fumbled with his shirt buttons while Zane undid his belt. The clinking noise and rasping of the belt going through the loops filled the room before he pushed the button through the hole and unzipped his zipper. Meanwhile, she continued fumbling with the buttons on his shirt with numb fingers, slowly exposing skin. Beautiful, smooth, muscled skin.
With his shirt open, Lettie ran her suddenly sensitive hands over his chest, marveling at how everything felt. She’d never actually touched a man who looked like Zane, and as she touched his chest, she grazed an erect nipple, making him exhale harshly.
Even though she was practically naked, and he was still mostly dressed, she felt unbelievably powerful. It was clear he was more than a little bit turned on by her, and she wanted to see how far she could take this.
She pushed his sleeves off his shoulders, exposing his tattoo. While he fumbled with his cufflinks, she traced it with her fingertip. Find Them Hot, Leave Them Wet. The look on his face when he’d told her it was a moment of carelessness with his brother told her he was trying to downplay the seriousness. As she moved closer to get a better look, her breasts brushed against his chest and broke his restraint.
Before she could examine the scar and start asking questions, Zane grabbed her hips and spun them both around, pushing her back onto the bed. He stood over her, shucking the rest of his clothes quickly, his eyes never leaving her body.
Lettie simply watched him exude power and restraint. It was intoxicating, his eyes raking across her body. She could practically feel where they landed as they scraped across her face, down her neck to her breasts and even lower, then popping back up to her face. His gaze was an abrasion across her flesh, the roughness of his eyes leaving goose bumps in their wake. The look was something physical, a touch that scorched her skin. She was so hot she could barely lie still while he stood there and scrutinized her as if memorizing every curve of skin.
Zane reached down to her ankles, bringing them up. He kissed first one, then the other, right below the strap of her shoes. She had never experienced a man’s lips on her feet like that and was surprised at how sensual it felt. His stubble rasping against her flesh, the tip of his tongue slipping out across her skin.
“These shoes have been driving me crazy all damn night.”
“The shoes?” She knew guys liked shoes more than they let on, but really? If she hadn’t been so damn turned on right now, Lettie would be cackling. But the look in his eyes told her this was no laughing matter.
“The shoes … that dress … you,” Zane whispered as he dragged his hands up her legs, wrapping them around his hips where she could see the outline of an enormous erection through his boxer briefs. “Unwrapping the present is now at the top of my list of favorite things to do.”
Grasping the edges of her panties, he pulled them off, leaving her a puddle of sensations as the fabric stroked her skin. Trailing his fingers down her legs, he grabbed her calves and adjusted them back around his hips. Her heat pressing tightly against his erection, she couldn’t help herself and rubbed against it, watching his eyes roll back into his head as he lowered himself over her. When his lids raised again, he stared into her eyes. It was off putting—the intensity of him being so close to her—but there was absolutely no way to escape. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
“This is better than I expected.”
“We haven’t done anything yet,” she pointed out, a little alarmed at how her voice sounded.
Zane kissed her, his tongue delving inside her mouth like a marauding invader, and she was a willing captive. It was a slow kiss but didn’t lack any intensity as he made his wishes clear. Her body was on fire, with his warmth surrounding her, and his weight a comforting presence on top of her. When he pulled back, he bit her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth with a groan before moving down to her neck.
“You should see yourself. You’re fucking gorgeous. The most amazing thing I’ve seen.” He spoke between kisses—hot, wet, brands on her skin—leaving a trail down to her breasts.
Zane moved between her thighs, his hot length pressing against her as he kept mumbling words every woman wanted to hear. That’s what she told herself. He was skilled in the art of seduction, and she was no different than any other girl. When he reached for her breasts, though, Lettie arched her back, trying to get him to touch the right places. What the right places were, she had no idea. She had to trust him to find them. Judging by the feel of his strong fingers as he plumped up the mounds for him to kiss, he would do the job marvelously. She would let him get what he wanted and would not get hurt in the process. She would enjoy his skillful loving and then move on. That’s what he wanted. Even if he didn’t know it.
He said he wanted more, but that was his inherent maleness speaking, saying whatever was necessary so he could procreate. She was going into this with eyes wide open. Lettie wouldn’t get hurt.
Zane dipped his head into the valley of her cleavage and inhaled deeply, as if she were the most decadent dessert to savor. With his eyes closed, his long, dark lashes rested on his cheeks, and he was a picture of sultry desire. But when he closed his lips around one nipple while he twisted the other between his fingers, Lettie very nearly came off the bed.
She had been vacillating between arching her back and pushing up her hips, an uncontrollable writhing on his bed. But when he started sucking hard on her nipple, she arched her back so much she almost did something unnatural, as if that would get more sensations where she wanted them. Lettie had no idea, but this felt good. She let her instincts take over.
Each pull of his mouth on her as he sucked made everything more intense. Each twist of his fingers on her other nipple sent shocks of sensations straight to her core, where his stomach rested, and she couldn’t stop alternating arching her back and pressing her pelvis into him.
Nothing was working.
She moaned, hoping that would get her needs across. Lettie tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing him harder onto her breasts, hoping for relief.
“What do you need, baby? Talk to me. Tell me what you want. How you like it?” Zane muttered against her skin, his voice sounding hoarse and guttural, sending yet another shot of need coursing through her veins.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “More. Harder. More.” Jesus, she didn’t know what she needed or how to say it.
Zane scooted down on the bed, moving his mouth down to her belly, giving Lettie a bit of respite. Her breaths echoed through the air of the room, ragged and harsh, as Zane continued branding a trail down her belly with his tongue. He reached her pussy and Lettie didn’t even care. This had never been her favorite part of intimacy, and thankfully, none of her exes had done much down there. But for Christ’s sake, she wanted Zane to do something, and hopefully this would be the thing that would help her insides uncoil.
Lettie lifted her head as he tossed her legs over his shoulder and watched her while he blew a breath of air over her clit and folds. The contrast in temperatures raised goose bumps on her skin, and Lettie squirmed a little. Zane wrapped one of his hands around her thighs and clamped down, holding her still.
With his other hand, he slowly pushed into the folds of her pussy while his eyes went to his work, deep in concentration. “Fuck,” he murmured as he pulled his finger out, no doubt covered in slime or whatever went on down there. As grossed out as Lettie was by what he was doing, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and it felt incredible. Her eyes widened as Zane put his finger in his mouth and sucked off the juice with a low moan.
She’d never done that. Lettie had masturbated. A lot. She even had toys and watched porn to get off, but she’d always washed up at the sink afterward, cleaning her things carefully. She would never in her wildest dreams imagine the grin that spread across Zane’s face after he’d tasted her.
“You enjoy th
at?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“You have no clue, do you? I’ve never seen a pussy this gorgeous. Or tasted anything this amazing. And I’m going to spend all night destroying it so no one else will get to enjoy it like me.”
Alarmed, Lettie pushed herself up to her elbows. “What the fuck does that mean? Destroy it? Don’t do that. I like my pussy the way it is.” The words were out of her mouth before she could try to come up with alternate meanings for them, but with Zane’s wicked grin as an answer—right before he buried his face between her legs—Lettie didn’t have much time for thoughts of any kind.
He raked his tongue across her clit, back and forth, rapidly bringing her to a precipice. It was like he’d pressed a magic button.
She needed more. Her hands went back to his hair, pressing him to her, closer, harder. But as soon as she did, he stopped his tonguing and sucked.
The sensation was so sharp, ricocheting all through her body, she practically jackknifed off the bed and couldn’t be still. Her legs were spread-eagle, pressing into the mattress, no longer on his shoulders where he’d put them. Zane raised his face.
“Have you never done this before?” he questioned, but she didn’t want him to stop.
“Not this fucking good. Don’t stop!”
“Okay. You hold your legs back … like this.” He lifted her legs and pushed them against her chest. As she wrapped her arms around them, Zane lowered his head again, redoubling his efforts.
He sucked her clit between his lips, bit down with his teeth, and flicked it with his tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, he pushed two fingers back inside her and pumped them in and out until he found her g-spot. If he hadn’t already been making her feel so amazing, Lettie would have been shocked because no guy had ever been there before. She had begun to wonder if the g-spot was no-man’s land or something.
Zane had found it and pressed against it, curling his fingers to push against that part of her inner walls.
Lettie went blind for a minute.
Gray surrounded her vision while every synapse in her body fired. She screamed her release as it wet Zane’s face. Incoherent blubbering fell out of her mouth as he continued his motions while she came down, releasing first his teeth, then stopping his tongue, then easing up on the suction, and finally, removing his fingers.
Meanwhile, Lettie’s body had turned to jelly, and her breathing was almost a breathy, moaning noise in the room. Zane kissed the insides of her thighs as he rose from the floor where he’d been kneeling.
Okay. Okay. He could totally destroy her pussy. She would allow it.
And she had the presence of mind to realize how hard he was. Outlined by the jersey fabric, his erection straining against his boxer briefs looked almost painful.
He looked awfully proud of himself, though, as she lifted her gaze to his face. She managed to sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed, putting her hands on his hips.
“My turn,” she said, sounding saucy and proud of herself for not falling apart like a schoolgirl after her first orgasm. Not that it was her first orgasm per se, but it was by far the best one ever. But he didn’t need to know that. She still trembled and quivered and knew she couldn’t stand. “Lie on the bed.”
Zane complied, and his powerful frame practically dwarfed the king-sized mattress. Lettie had given blowjobs. In fact, she rather thought she was pretty good at getting guys off fast that way, and it had served her purposes, especially with the last one. The sex with him was so bad, she’d preferred to get him off quickly, and after he passed out, she’d get herself off.
But something in the look Zane was giving her told her this was different from everything she would ever know. If he had gone down on her so well, would he think she wasn’t any good at it? A rare moment of self-doubt flashed through her, and he seemed to see it.
“You don’t have to take a turn. I think coming inside your pussy will be just as amazing, if not more, than inside your mouth.”
“Can’t you do it both ways?” It was more of a taunt than a question, and she saw it for what it was: a desperate move toward self-preservation.
“Baby, we’re going to do it all the ways before this is over.”
Oh, Zane … Promises, promises.
He’d be like the rest of the men she’d been with: promising a full night of pleasure yet falling asleep as soon as he blew his load. But after that oral work, she wouldn’t mind.
Tugging his underwear down, Lettie admired his erection, holding it in her hands like she were measuring it. As if she could.
Long and thick, it was heavy in her hand. His pubic hair was neatly groomed, and she was thankful for that. The thick rod jutting out of the nest of curls was nothing short of magnificent.
Giving it a long lick, like a lollipop, she relished the reaction from Zane. He froze on the bed, his face a mask of tortured pleasure. It was an experimental lick, and the experiment was good. She did it again.
And again.
Wrapping her lips around the bulb at the top, she gave it an open-mouthed kiss, listening to the low hiss of pleasure from Zane before swirling her tongue around the tip. Lettie worked her mouth up and down the shaft, licking, kissing, and suckling little places all while Zane held perfectly still, blowing out hisses and groans.
She’d decided she had teased him enough and went for it. His head propped on a pillow, he watched her every move as she took his length into her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Lettie.” The noises he made were galvanizing, and she moved faster, sucking harder, taking him deeper. His moans got louder, his hisses piercing the room as noises of her slurps and sucks filled the air. He tangled his hands in her hair but didn’t take control. She still had the freedom of movement and the illusion of control as she wrapped her hand around his cock and used it to help. Her grip squeezed and tugged along with her mouth until she felt his feet push into the bed.
“I’m coming,” Zane warned, and Lettie took all of him into her throat, pushing her nose against his belly while he tightened his hand in her hair. She felt the hot, ropy jets of cum as they hit the back of her throat, and pleasure and pride rippled through her.
She was sure he’d had a number of women do that, but the fact he’d announced he was about to come told her most women didn’t make the choice to swallow it. Maybe she had done something to stand out from the throngs.
Of course, that thought immediately made her feel cheap and reminded her what this was. Lettie was a conquest, someone who had told him no a dozen times before finally relenting. So far, it was an amazing experience, and she knew she’d look at him fondly in the future—a future where he was with women who didn’t give head as good as she did.
At least she would always have that.
Zane was still breathing heavily, making light grunting sounds with each exhale, and she cleaned him with her mouth as best she could. His hands had loosened in her hair, but he still had them there, eventually tugging her up into his arms.
“Goddammit,” he muttered against her mouth as he kissed her languidly. They savored the taste of each other, blending the flavors together. Her limbs were still pretty oatmealy from her previous orgasm, but making him come like that had turned her on again. She kissed him back, though, biding her time, hopeful he wouldn’t let her down and they could actually have all the fucking tonight. “I thought you’d be sweet, but after that, I know you like it a little dirty. What else is there to learn about you?”
Breaking apart from their kiss to look up at her, his scrutiny told her everything she needed to know. All the fucking would be happening tonight.
“You need to learn I’m a bit impatient.”
“I think I already figured that out, Miss Harder, More.”
She slapped his chest playfully, sitting up to look down at him. “You ready to go again already?”
He
looked affronted. “I’m thirty, not sixty.” He rolled over on top of her. “Roll over and I’ll show you how ready I am.” His warning growl set her body in motion. Suddenly on fire, Lettie complied as his hands went to her hips and raised them.
Okay, this wasn’t her favorite sexual position. The one time she’d done it with her ex, he’d acted like her jiggly ass turned him off, and even as often as he asked for it, she refused after the first time. But Zane acted like her jiggly ass was awesome, the way he was grabbing it and squeezing her ass cheeks together.
His hands drifted lower to her ankles. He kissed each ankle reverently, making her forget, briefly, the view he must be getting with her in this position. Then, he ever so slowly removed her shoes before his hands traveled back up her legs to her hips.
“Lower your head, baby.” She rested her head on the mattress and felt Zane’s fingers pushing into her from behind. “Yeah. I think you like it a little dirty. A little rough. Am I right?”
On a whimper, she closed her eyes and nodded, giving in to the sensations. There was absolutely nothing she could do from this angle, and the way he was pressing his hand on her shoulder, she couldn’t do anything if she wanted to.
And then he started moving his fingers faster, stroking her g-spot with each pass in and out of her. A resounding smack filled the air, and then her ass was on fire.
“Shit,” she moaned into the mattress.
She’d unleashed a beast.
Chapter Nine
Zane had never been with a woman like Lettie, and he knew right now, in this instant, he never would. She was unbelievable, and that was before she’d given him the blowjob to rival all blowjobs.
Responsive. Check.
Vocal. Check.
Knew what she wanted. Check.
No gag reflex. Check.
And she was beautiful, sweet, sassy, funny, and loved animals. Zane couldn’t find anything wrong with her. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers as he slapped her ass, and he knew she liked it. She wasn’t a masochist that he could tell, which was great because he wasn’t a sadist. And even though he suspected Logan was, he didn’t think the dude would open up enough to tell him boo on the subject.