"What? Now?" I teased. Ziad turned to kiss me then, very, very passionately. He was definitely hard again.
"Mmm, all right. But this time, I'm going to be on top," I told him because I wanted that orgasm he had denied me without meaning to.
He cleared his throat. "Okay. No problem," he murmured, pulling me on top of him effortlessly.
Oh my God. He really did want to have sex again right away. I bent forward to taste his mouth while straddling him. Maybe just one more time. One more time and then, I would go home and forget this deliciously illicit night ever happened.
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Chapter 9
Zi
I never watched porn. It really wasn't my cup of tea. The first time I had been introduced to it was when Jacob had started to watch it and he thought it'd be cool to share the excitement. I think he was 14 around then. It seriously made me cringe on a soul-deep level even if it did make my dick hard against my will.
But I had closed the door on that experience years ago. However, it was Thursday afternoon and I was in my room finally making use of that huge television for something other than watching soccer.
I couldn't stop thinking about the other night in the woods with Skye. It had been so hot. I'd known it would feel good but I hadn't been prepared for just how good. Even though I'd tried to be gentle and romantic, once I'd started thrusting inside her, I had completely lost control of myself. All I could focus on was the sensation of having my dick in a place that felt like heaven or something. I had wanted it to go on and on.
Being intimate with a woman was incredible. Having her under me or over me, just surrounding me with her scent and softness, those moans...her experienced touch on my body. How had I stayed without it for so long? We did it three times before she told me she needed to leave. I could barely keep my eyes open after that but I walked her safely back home and then came back and slept off the lethargy.
For the first time since I had started schooling, I was late to class. I didn't even care anymore. I spent the entire day thinking about her and all the things we did. All the ways she took pleasure from my body and made me hers over and over. I needed it to happen again. And soon.
So the porn I was watching was an education. I didn't want to be clueless the next time we hooked up. I really wanted to please her just like she had pleased me. Thank God she hadn't been able to tell that it had been my first time. That would have been truly embarrassing.
I was watching a guy eating out a blond woman on TV, something that was being shown in exquisite detail and I was taking mental notes when my door opened and someone stepped inside my room.
I almost had a heart attack. Shit. How had I forgotten to lock the door? I scrambled to turn off the TV but that was when the batteries in my remote refused to cooperate. The video was muted but the woman was writhing in bed and the man's mouth was moving over her pussy like it was his last meal on earth and my sister was standing there watching all of it.
I felt a sickening sensation in the pit of my stomach and stalked over to the TV to manually push a button on the side which made the screen go blank. My features were screwed up in a grimace when I turned to face Aaliyah. She was just regarding me nonchalantly with one hand on her hip and her head cocked to the side.
"Sorry, did I interrupt something, brother?" she asked me in an innocent manner.
I just scowled at her. Okay so she'd walked in on me watching porn but she could have apologised or excused herself and left immediately. This was so like her. Making people feel even more awkward than they already did.
"What do you want, Aali?" I asked her sourly. Her presence in my room had taken care of the erection I'd been sporting. "Haven't you heard of knocking?"
Aaliyah gave me a careless shrug. "Haven't you heard of locking the door when jerking off?" she countered. "There's no need to feel bad about it. It's healthy. I mean, I'm actually quite relieved to know that you do masturbate. I was really starting to worry about you, Zi."
I closed my eyes for a moment and prayed for patience. I'd given up expecting her to respect boundaries years ago.
"I need a hot date for the Halloween party this Saturday," she continued as though nothing had happened. "Will you go with me?"
Was she serious? I opened my eyes and studied her expectant demeanour with a growing sense of incredulity.
"Aaliyah, I'm your brother," I said to her slowly and firmly. "I can't be your hot date, okay. That's...that's just-"
"Fucked up?" she cut in and then nodded abruptly. "It's fine. I didn't mean to sound creepy. It's just that..." Her gaze lowered for a few seconds and then came back up to meet mine. "I didn't want to show up alone." She waved a hand at the TV. "Carry on."
She turned to leave and I let out a sigh and called out to her.
"Wait."
Aaliyah stopped to give me a mildly hopeful look. I felt really bad for her. She could be popular. She could have friends and even a boyfriend if she just stopped being so damn weird all the time. But even when she tried to fit in, it seemed that the kids at school had labelled her a misfit and didn't bother to let her in their social circles. It didn't help that she was always going out of her way to intimidate them with sarcasm and caustic remarks.
"I'll go with you," I told her and managed a little smile. "I don't have a date either. But don't try to kiss me or anything, okay?"
She made a face at me. "I'm not that desperate, Zi," she replied but her eyes lit up with gratefulness. "Thank you. And for God's sake, please dress up. I'm going as Cleopatra. Anyway, see ya. Hope you and your hand have fun."
Oh God. Something had definitely been wired wrong when she was being programmed before being dropped onto this planet.
....
"Man, I'm off to bed," Jacob announced and got up from the couch, stretching out his muscles.
We were in his game room and it was almost eleven p.m. After two hours of soccer practice at my place this afternoon, we'd spent some time doing our homework before he'd invited me over for dinner. Skye had made pot roast for all of us and after so many days, it felt good to be in this house. She'd been so formal during dinner and I kept waiting for signs that she would acknowledge me on a personal level but she was so careful and nervous around Jacob, Izzy and Ben.
I knew it was a school night and I should have gone home hours ago but I also knew that Abbu wouldn't mind me being here since he was already quite pleased with my academic achievements.
"Oh by the way, you can crash here if you want," Jacob told me before letting out a yawn and heading upstairs.
Practice had been tough today because we had another game coming up next week but even though I'd been right there with him on that soccer field, my body wasn't really exhausted. I felt like I could burn so much more energy before I went off to sleep. I waited for about five minutes and then I heard her footsteps approaching. My blood heated up just from the sound of it.
"You should head on home," Skye said to me quietly. "I need to lock up."
I glanced at her over my shoulder from where I was sitting on the couch. She was standing at the door to the game room with her arms folded and regarding me with uncertainty, looking so pretty in a pink, flowery dress.
When I stood up without a word and walked over to her, she stepped aside to let me pass. But I paused upon reaching her and inclined my head a little before asking, "Don't I get a good night kiss?"
Skye glanced up at me suspiciously. "I told you that was the first and last time," she whispered. "Do not coerce me into sleeping with you again. You said you'd keep this between us."
God, why did she always end up thinking the worst about me? Coerce? I mean, really? I didn't understand this level of distrust and doubt. I wanted to have sex with her again but not if she was going to treat me like some kind of villain.
"I meant what I said," I responded sincerely. "It's okay if you don't want to. You just look really pretty and I felt like kissing you."
Skye frowned at me, appearing slightly distr
essed. "Zi, you can't feel these things, anymore, okay. What we did in the heat of the moment...I already feel ashamed-"
"Please don't," I interrupted her. "It was an amazing night. Don't tell me you regret it." I let out a sigh. "Look, I can't help how I feel. It's not something I can just switch off. But I do remember what I said to you about keeping this casual."
She bit her lip while she thought about what I said and never took her gaze off me.
"Why are you like this?" she finally asked me. "So...innocent and...good and-"
"Please don't say adorable."
Skye closed her mouth, her blue eyes twinkling a little with amusement before she turned away and ran a hand through her hair. It hung loose in soft, shiny waves and I felt like running my fingers through it as well.
"You make things so hard," she said in a low voice.
I quirked my lips at her back. "No, I don't. You just take things too hard. I only want to make you feel good."
She didn't say anything. She didn't move either. I took it as my cue. Stepping up behind her, I put my hands on her shoulders and rubbed them a little. She smelled so good. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious since I hadn't showered after practice and I probably stank of sweat. Shit. This was so inconvenient.
"I need to shower," I said to her in a regretful tone even as my dick started to grow hard just by her closeness and the feel of her skin under my fingers.
She still didn't say anything and her posture was so stiff. I licked my lips. Maybe just a kiss or two. If she didn't mind.
Slowly, I pushed her hair aside and pressed my lips to her neck. I read up on that online while I was supposed to be concentrating on my classes today. Most women were pretty sensitive there. I hoped it was true for her as I kissed the soft, scented skin.
I swear I felt her pulse quicken against my lips and suddenly, my hands were aching to hold and squeeze her breasts. I just wanted her naked and I wanted my dick inside her. I almost groaned in frustration not just because I was horny but because I had told myself to be more in control the next time and try to go slow. Instead, I was probably going to embarrass myself all over again.
I stepped away from her helplessly, trying to get myself to behave but it was so damn difficult. Skye turned to look at me with flushed cheeks and eyes that appeared sleepy, her soft lips parting as she dragged in a long breath.
"You can use mine," she said softly.
My brows furrowed in puzzlement. "What?"
She took another breath and that caused me to look at her breasts. Her nipples were hard. Oh, fuck.
"My shower," she added to my disbelief.
I tried not to look surprised but I failed. But at least I stopped myself from asking, 'Really?' like an idiot.
Skye reached out to take my hand in hers. "But you can't stay the night," she whispered, tugging on my hand so that I would follow her upstairs. "You have to leave right after."
My head was swimming. After? After what? The shower or sex? I didn't want to push my luck though so I stayed quiet as we made our way to her room.
Oh, man. That was a nice-looking bed. My gaze lingered on it but Skye shook her head at me. "No. Not there."
I nodded. Of course. It was the bed she shared with her husband. She wouldn't want me there. I realised that I didn't want to be there either.
After locking the bedroom door, Skye gestured for me to follow her into the bathroom. I simply stood there and watched while she ran a bath and then dropped a bath bomb in it. Wow. Was she planning on bathing me? How was I going to stand that? I was already so aroused and almost ready to explode.
After she was done, she sat on the edge of the tub and regarded me speculatively. I tried not to squirm. Can we please just do it already? Her mouth quirked a little as she looked at me as if she knew exactly how much in agony I was in that moment.
"Well? Are you going to get in? I thought a warm bath would clean you up as well as relax your sore muscles after all that training you did today," she said sweetly.
I swallowed. If I got naked in front of her and she kept looking at me like that, I would just cum right there.
"Skye," I whispered, wishing she wouldn't torture me in this manner. I couldn't do all this. I wasn't used to it. Maybe if she wasn't an older woman, I wouldn't mind being a little clumsy and awkward but I didn't want her to be disappointed in me or worse...laugh at me.
She got up and came over to me then and without a word, started to undress me. She was quick about it too. Her experienced hands made sure I was naked in no time and then those same hands guided me over to the tub.
"Get in," she said in hushed tone.
I did, sighing at the feel of the warm water on my skin. My muscles were indeed a little sore but in a way that I was used to. However, once I sank into the bathtub, I felt so grateful that she had opted for this instead of the shower. It was deeply relaxing and stimulating all at once.
Skye waited for a few seconds, her eyes taking me in and filling up with what I was starting to recognise as desire.
Then she said, "I'm going to hell for this," before pushing down the straps of her dress and letting it fall to the floor.
She wasn't wearing a bra but her panties were pink and lacy and when she removed those too, my erection strained against my stomach in such a painful manner that I wanted to cry.
"You're so beautiful," I breathed out instinctively.
She gave me a small smile. "Thank you for saying," she whispered and then stepped inside the tub.
"I mean it," I said softly. "It's true. You are beautiful. I just want to-"
Her finger came up to my lips to silence me as she lowered herself carefully on top of my thighs, the water sluicing over her breasts. I cried out a little at the contact and Skye hushed me again with wide eyes.
"You have to be quiet," she said worriedly.
I exhaled roughly. "Yeah. Sorry."
She leaned forward and her lips met mine, so moist and sexy as she made love to my mouth and then dropped a few kisses on my jaw and neck as well. Her hands smoothed over my shoulders and biceps before moving to my back which caused her breasts to press against my chest.
My own arms encircled her curvaceous body, pulling her harder against me as we kissed. I wanted to bury myself inside her so badly. Skye let out a soft moan when my hands dared to cup her ass and squeeze it slightly. She seemed to like it a lot so I did it again while kissing and licking her neck.
Then suddenly, she grabbed my hair with one hand and lifted herself a little only to guide my dick inside her and then move against me as she began to take me in deeper.
"Aaah," I said a little too loudly and then, buried my face in her neck and sank my teeth in her skin to stop myself from groaning again. My best friend was right there sleeping just down the hall.
"Can you go faster?" I asked her in a strained voice. I couldn't wait anymore. I no longer cared about taking my time and showing her I was mature enough or something. I just wanted her to make me cum.
Skye increased her pace and water sloshed against the sides of the tub as she slid up and down my cock, her arms tight around my neck and her breasts crushed against my chest as we both panted.
"Skye, oh my God," I breathed out and screwed my eyes shut at the hot, overwhelming sensation of having my dick pumped by her pussy. I felt like I was going mad, so intense was the pleasure. It obliterated all reason and sense.
I kissed her again as I felt myself start to cum but she whispered into my mouth, "Wait. Not yet. Just wait a while."
I can't wait. Fuck. I can't. I tried my best though and did it for her, resisting the urge to explode inside her like a cannon ball.
She breathed harder and clutched my hair again, rotating her hips in what felt like circles, fucking me so hard.
Then she moaned a little, it almost sounded like she was complaining and I wasn't sure what I did wrong but she clenched her muscles around my dick and gasped suddenly. We were wet all over from the water in the tub so I couldn't tell if she was
cumming or not but she seemed to be doing something like that so I bit hard on my lower lip and finally let myself go.
It was the most powerful physical sensation I had ever experienced. It made me want to cry and laugh and scream all at the same time. This felt even better than the last few times we had done it. Even hotter. My head fell back against the tub and I kept my moans as low as possible for her sake. Fuck. What had I been missing out on all this time?
I could keep doing this forever. But I was finally feeling tired and sleepy and just wanted to take a nap. I felt kind of hungry too. Skye was already moving away from me and getting out of the tub. She hardly let me hold her afterwards. I thought women liked that sort of thing. Wait, forget about women, I would like that sort of thing as well.
"Here."
She was holding out a towel for me while she herself was dressed in a short bathrobe, her hair wet and skin glowing. So damn beautiful. She felt like home and I wished I didn't have to go. I made myself move though. It took me a few minutes to dry myself and then put my clothes back on again. God, I really did feel exhausted now. But I knew if she asked me, I'd be ready to do it all over again. The pleasure was so addictive.
"I could stay over in the spare room," I suggested while towelling my hair dry. I'd done it a few times before when I came over here so it wouldn't even be a cause for concern or suspicion. "I can let Abbu know."
"No," she said quickly and hugged herself, looking all worried again. "It's too risky. You shouldn't spend the night."
I didn't want to sound whiny so I said nothing and decided to leave. Before I turned to go though, I tried to give her a kiss but she stepped back from me and shook her head.
"Just sex, remember?" she pointed out to me in a flat tone. "You can't kiss me whenever you want, Ziad. I'm married."
I stared at her for minute. She sounded so cold now. So distant. It hurt. But she was right. I was the one who had assured her that I would be okay with casual sex. It wasn't her fault that I had caught feelings. She wasn't responsible for that.
"Good night, Skye," I said and walked out of there quickly. My eyes burned as I blindly made my way over to the front door and then let myself out without making too much noise.
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