by Kylie Kent
“Stop right there GQ, don’t you dare move a muscle.” Turning I dig through my clutch for my phone, finding it I hold it up excitedly. “I need to capture all this perfectness.” At his shocked look, it crosses my mind that he might not actually want me to take photos of him in a state of undress. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Baby, you can take as many pictures of me as you want. In fact, your camera roll should be filled of pictures of just me.”
Smiling I snap away, it’s a perfect shot. Looking at the picture I say, “this is fucking amazing, really.” Throwing the phone back down on the dresser, I look up at Zac. “At least now, whenever I’m in my bed by myself I can look at this picture and scream your name when I make myself come.” I smile as sweetly as I can manage.
Zac’s eyebrows raise and within five seconds he has me over his shoulder and storming back towards the bed. Landing in the middle of the bed, I haven’t even had time to get my bearings before he’s on top of me and his lips are slammed onto mine.
Zac’s hands hold my head in place, tilting it slightly, allowing him the access to my mouth he hungrily seeks. I can feel this kiss all the way down to my toes, tingles running through my body, arching my hips up, seeking the friction that my core is desperate for. My hips meet nothing but air. I groan out loud at the disappointment and frustration of not being able to get the friction I’m desperate for.
Zac laughs into the kiss, pulling away he looks at me with those emerald green eyes. Mesmerising, that’s what they are, his eyes, they draw you in and hold you captured. I’m lost, so lost to this man.
“Patience sunshine, I plan on taking my time with you tonight. I rushed too much earlier, but now, now I’m going to savour you.” He runs wet kisses down my neck and back up, nibbling on my ear. “I will treasure your body like it was made to be treasured.”
I can feel how wet I am, I can feel the moisture dampen my centre. Wrapping my legs around his waist I arch my hips up again, my core just grazing Zac’s hardened cock. But it’s not enough. Letting out a moan, I try again to arch my hips up, only to have Zac pull back, into my ear he whispers, “this greedy pussy of yours is going to get you into trouble, sunshine. What am I going to do with you?”
“You could start by giving me what I want, now, Zac. I need you inside of me now, dammit.” I moan as his cock barely grazes my pussy. “Please.” I’m at the point that I don’t even care that I’m begging, I mean, I don’t recall ever being so wanton that I was reduced to begging.
Zac laughs, he sits up and runs his hands down the sides of my ribs and back up, my body arches up towards him. “I fucking love how responsive your body is to my touch, sunshine.”
I reach my hands up to touch him, run my hands over his pecs, he catches them before I get to those lickable fucking abs.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Shaking his head, he puts my arms up over my head. “Leave ‘em there, or I will tie them down.”
I can’t help the moan that escapes me as I think about being tied down and at his mercy. I’ve never even considered letting any man tie me down before but the thought of Zac tying me down, that sends tingles straight to my core.
“So, it seems my sunshine likes the thought of being tied up, served up on a platter for me to devour, to worship this body as I see fit.” His stare pierces through me, I moan raising my hips, only to groan out when they meet nothing but air. Zac stands from the bed, staring down at me he orders, yes orders, “don’t fucking move.”
He walks into his walk-in wardrobe, coming back out holding a long piece of thin black rope. My eyes are drawn to the rope as he gets closer, kneeling over the top of me as he watches my expression for what seems like forever.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
Without hesitating I look him straight in the eyes, hold my arms out towards him with my wrist together, palms facing up, I say, “yes, without a doubt.”
I feel Zac shiver at my answer, he leans down and kisses my lips softly before whispering, “thank you.”
Zac coils the black rope around both my wrists, pulling at the knot. Picking me up like I weigh nothing at all, he positions me in the centre of the bed before raising my arms and tying the rope to the head of the bed. Kneeling between my legs he spreads my thighs as wide as they will open, staring down at my still covered pussy.
“I actually don’t know where to start, what to devour first, should I start up here” he says, palming my breasts and tweaking my nipples, “or,” moving one hand down my stomach he cups my now quivering centre, “should I start at the promise land, and give my pussy the attention she is so greedily seeking.”
“Argh, mmm.” I don’t know whether I moan or groan, but whatever noise I make has Zac sending me his trademark panty melting smirk. Leaning down he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking right through the lace of my bra, his other hand paying attention to my other nipple.
“Oh god, Zac, please.” I’m not sure what I’m begging for, for him to stop, or for him to keep delivering this sweet torture.
Releasing my nipple, he moves to the other side as he puts it in his mouth, he asks, “please what baby? All you have to do is ask, and I will happily deliver.” He sucks harder, flicking his tongue.
When he finally releases my nipple and raises up, he stares down at me. “I fucking love these tits, I could drown in these tits.”
“Please don’t stop,” I’m begging again, going out of my mind with need.
“You don’t even have to ask, because I’m never going to fucking stop worshiping your body, sunshine.” He unclasps my bra from my back and raises the straps up to where my wrist are tied. My breasts falling free, my nipples are hard and wanting his mouth back on them. Unconsciously, I raise my body up towards him as much as I can.
Zac grabs both of my breasts, squeezing and tweaking my nipples. Moaning out loud, I question, “is it possible to come with you only touching my breasts, because right now I think it’s a high possibility, oh god.”
He chuckles, “that’s something we will have to test out one day, but not today, I’m hungry and haven’t eaten dinner yet.”
This both confuses me and riles me up. How dare he tease me to the brink only to leave to eat? “You want to stop and eat food now? Are you kidding me?” I’m sure if my eyes could send daggers his way they would be.
He looks at me, shaking his head amused. Reaching down, he grabs the fabric of my panties in both hands and pulls. I hear the tear, the ripping sound. Why this has me turned on I don’t know, but also I don’t care. Zac brings my panties up to his nose and inhales.
“I fucking love the smell of you.” He throws the panties over his shoulder and onto the floor as he says, “mmm, I’m not hungry for food, sunshine, I’m fucking starved for the taste of you on my lips.”
That’s a meal I can be down for, well technically he would be the one that would be down. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Trying to get him to get on with it, I remember how good he was with his tongue earlier and I can’t wait to get that tongue on me again. Zac starts kissing his way down my stomach. He skips my pussy, lifts my left leg and lays wet kisses from my knee up my inner thighs, stopping just short of where my pussy is begging for his attention. Putting that leg down he repeats the action on the opposite leg.
By the time he rests his shoulder in between my legs, I am crazy with lust, need, I can feel my body quivering, I can feel the moisture seep down my thighs. Just as I think Zac is finally going to put his mouth on my most needy parts, he leans down to my very inner thigh and bites.
“Oh god!” I scream out. The pain of the bite is quickly eased as he licks over the spot. Then he bites again, just higher than the previous bite.
“Argh.”
There’s pain, but then there is a pleasure, a kind of pleasure I’ve never felt before, it’s intense and I want more. As Zac is licking the bite mark, I’m relishing in this mixture of pain and pleasure. He turns his head and bites my other thigh, again I squ
irm and moan, yell out loud. I expect to feel his tongue on my thigh where he bit me, but instead he licks me, from the bottom of my pussy to the top. He licks slowly and by the time he reaches my clit it only takes one circle of his tongue to send me over the edge.
Screaming out his name, I buck as I squeeze his head between my thighs, keeping him in place. Zac continues to lick me, swirling his tongue around and around my clit, riding the wave. I think I see stars. Zac lays soft kisses on the lips of my pussy as my body relaxes into the bed.
When he raises he’s head to look at me, he says, “that is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Your face when you come, I could watch it over and over again.”
I’m breathing heavily, still catching my breath from the orgasm of all orgasms; my chest rising and falling in fast motions. “If you’re trying to kill me by orgasm, mission accomplished. I think I just died and went to heaven.”
Moving up my body he kisses my lips and I can taste myself. “I don’t want to kill you by orgasm baby, just ruin you for all other men.” At the mention of other men his face becomes hard, I’m realising he has a very strong jealous streak, but apparently so do I, so I guess we’re even there.
“You ruined me for all other men from the moment our eyes connected from across the bar,” I tell him honestly and he groans. He stands up and drops his pants and briefs to the floor in one go, freeing one hell of an impressive erection. I didn’t know there were such things as beautiful cocks before, but his is a freaking work of art. I’m staring. I know I am staring at it, he knows I’m staring at it.
He picks a condom up off of the side table and I have the sudden thought I’d rather he doesn’t use one. I don’t dare voice this opinion, though. I watch as he slides the condom down his shaft, tugging a few times as he makes his way back to my bed, wishing I had a camera to capture that material.
Smirking, he settles between my legs. “I can’t wait to feel your pussy choke my cock, I’ve been dying to get back inside of you from the moment I slipped out of you today.” Raising my hips trying to reach him he chuckles and slaps my pussy lightly. “Such a hungry, greedy pussy, what am I going to do with it?”
I don’t think he’s actually asking me the question, but I answer anyway. “You’re going to fuck it and you’re going to fuck it hard,” I demand.
I watch as his body shivers before he lines the tip of his cock up to my entrance. “That dirty mouth of yours is trouble, sunshine.” He pushes into me in one hard thrust. Buried to the hilt, he steadies himself, leaning down he whispers into my ear, “I fucking love your dirty mouth.” And with that he pumps in and out, slowly at first and then faster.
Lifting one leg and resting my calf on his shoulder, the angle allows him to go deeper, every thrust hitting that sweet spot inside. My arms are straining, I can feel the rope burn forming on my wrist, but the pain is adding to the immense pleasure.
“Oh god, Zac, it’s so good, don’t stop.”
Grunting, he slows he’s pace as he says, “there’s nothing in the world that could get me to stop fucking you, Alyssa. I’m going to be fucking you for the rest of my life.” Hearing him use my name Alyssa, instead of sunshine or baby, I know he truly believes what he says.
Zac pulls out and I growl at him, he just laughs and spins my body over so I’m on my hands and knees. Looking over my shoulder, I see him lining himself with my entrance. He looks up and smirks, I can feel my pussy tighten at the sight, a smirk downright dangerous to woman kind. Zac groans and slaps my ass. I let out a screech, but the pain quickly becomes pleasure and I hear myself asking for more.
“Again,” I say looking back at him.
“Gladly,” he replies, laying a slap on my other cheek before rubbing his hands over the sting. He’s pumping so hard into me, if it weren’t for his current hold on my hips, I’m pretty sure I would not be able to hold myself upright now.
He lays two more slaps on my ass before leaning over and biting my shoulder. The bite does it. I come screaming his name. I feel Zac jerk inside of me. I feel his come spurting out, filling the condom. He roars my name out so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole building heard it.
My lifeless body collapses on the bed, I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I barely register Zac untying the rope and rubbing my wrist before pulling the blankets back up over me. I’m so tired, that I don’t fight it when I hear Zac whisper into my ear, “go to sleep baby, we always have tomorrow.”
I look up at him. “Promise?”
“I fucking swear it,” he says, kissing me on the forehead, then my nose, then my lips.
I’m woken by the soundtrack of Rocky, which I’ve come to know as Bray’s ringtone. Grumbling, I make half-conscious demands. “Turn it off or I’ll break it.” Slapping my hand across the bed in an attempt to make the sound stop, my hand meets a solid wall of muscle. I hear Zac’s groan as he rolls over.
“What? There better be a good fucking reason for you to be calling this fucking early.” There’s a short silence as he listens to Bray on the other end of the phone, and then Zac’s getting up out of bed. “Fuck, okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Rolling onto my back, I open one eye to see Zac throw his phone down on the bed he just got out of. He walks around to my side, leaning down he kisses my forehead and whispers, “I have to go handle something, go back to sleep I’ll be back before you know it.” Nodding my head, I close my eyes, letting sleep take me over.
The next time I wake it’s to my own phone blasting out. I really need to remember to turn these phones off when I’m sleeping. Seeing that it’s my boss calling, I answer the call trying not to sound like I’m not asleep.
“Hello, this is Alyssa,” I say in the most professional tone I can muster while also covering a yawn.
“Hello Alyssa, It’s Nicki. Thank goodness. You’re the first nurse to answer my call this morning; we’re short staffed. Five nurses have called in sick. If you can make it here within the next hour and a half, there is a twelve-hour overtime shift with your name on it.” Nicki doesn’t take a single breath as she rushes out the request.
I’m tempted to say no, to choose to stay in this bed, this comfy, warm bed that smells like Zac over going to work in the cold and depressing hospital. Then I remember how much extra money I could make with twelve hours at overtime rates and my decision is made.
“I’ll be there Nicki.”
“Thanks, see you soon.” She doesn’t give me the chance to say goodbye as she disconnects the call. Jumping out of bed, I order an Uber and rush through getting dressed. I’ll shower once I’m home and can get into my scrubs. It’s not until I’m sitting in the Uber that I get a chance to send Zac a message to let him know I’m going into work.
Alyssa: Hi, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been called into work so had to leave your comfy bed, as much as I’d rather stay in it all day. Xoxo
I debate the xoxo added to the end of the text but decide to just send it, if he doesn’t like it, too bad. I don’t have long to dwell on how he will take the xoxo because my phone blares out “Stuck Like Glue.” Groaning at the song, albeit with an enormous smile on my face, I peek up to see the Uber driver looking at me through the rear-view mirror. I silently apologise before answering the call.
“Hel—”
I don’t even get the full hello out before Zac is interrupting my greeting. “Sunshine, where are you?”
“Well hello to you too babe. You know most people start a conversation with a greeting like hello, howdy, I’d even take a g’day mate,” I say in a saccharine sweet voice.
“Hello beautiful, now tell me, where are you?”
He sounds annoyed but I have no clue what I’ve done to annoy him. Even an annoyed Zac is a hot Zac. Seeing how far I can push him, I say, “well at this very second, I’m in an Uber on my way back to my apartment.”
“Take this turn John, it’s quicker,” I say to the driver pointing to my left, he swerves the car left at the last minute resulting in th
e car behind us blaring their horn.
This does not go unnoticed by Zac. “Why can I hear tires screeching and horns blaring? Please tell me you’re okay, sunshine. Actually, just send me this Uber driver’s details, I might need to have a word with him about how he should drive with such precious cargo.”
He sounds so serious I have to laugh, which doesn’t ease he’s distress. “You might think I’m joking, but I assure you I am not.”
“Oh, I have no doubt you’re not joking, but I also know I have no intentions of doing what you just requested either. I’m fine, and John here is getting me home as quick as he safely can. I have one hour and fifteen minutes to get to work, so as much as I’d love to sit around and chat all day, I really have to go. I’m just pulling into my townhouse now. Bye Zac. I’ll talk to you later.”
I hang up without letting him add anything else. Giving John a thanks and a wave, I’m out the door and running towards my townhouse.
Chapter Twelve
Zac
Stuck in the police station for two hours waiting for my brother to be bailed out is not how I thought I’d be spending my morning today. The mother-fucking asshole from the club last night tried to press assault charges against him. The charges were dropped as soon as Dean delivered the CCTV footage. The video showing that fucker hits Alyssa across the face before Bray pounces on him.
I get a text message from Alyssa on my way back to the penthouse, on my way back to my bed where I left her. “Fuck!” Hitting her name, I call her rather than text her back. She’s in a fucking Uber on her way back to her place. Alyssa hangs up on me though before I can talk her into turning around and going straight back to bed.
“Dammit!” I hit the steering wheel and turn to look at Bray. “Stop fucking laughing, this is all your fault you know.”
Bray raises one eyebrow at me. “Tell me brother, how is it my fault that your girlfriend is going to work instead of waiting for you in your bed?” He uses hand quotation marks around girlfriend, that just pisses me off more.