Shameless

by Storm, Zee Shine

  There was no answer but I heard footsteps approaching me and froze slightly. Those footsteps didn't belong to any of my children. And yes, after all these years, I knew exactly how each of my children sounded when they walked.

  I quickly straightened and was not at all surprised to see Ziad standing there watching me silently. Oh my. He looked really good. I swallowed hard at the picture of handsomeness he presented. Now that I knew him in ways that I never imagined, he seemed more than a little appealing, dressed smartly in a white buttoned shirt and khaki pants with his dark hair neatly styled.

  "Good morning, Mrs. Sawyer," he murmured with a smile.

  I folded my arms and leaned back against the fridge. "What're you doing, Ziad? Get out of here."

  His eyes brushed the length of my body and he said, "You look absolutely gorgeous."

  I felt myself blushing at the tone he used and the hooded gaze he kept trained on me. "Thank you," I whispered. "But you need to get going."

  "Don't worry," he replied in a low voice. "I told them I needed to use the bathroom."

  I gave him a pointed look. "Your place is like thirty seconds away. You didn't use the bathroom there?"

  Ziad smirked at me. "When you gotta go, you gotta go. I didn't want to go then."

  I started to smile because he was being cute and charming but then his eyes went down to my lips and remained there.

  "No," I said firmly.

  He gave me a pleading look. "Just one," he whispered. "Just a peck. And then I'll leave."

  I shook my head even as I allowed his hands to slip around my waist.

  "Zi-"

  "One kiss," he whispered urgently and touched his lips to mine.

  The electricity that ran throughout my body at his daring move made me gasp but I didn't push him away and he didn't step away either.

  "Mmm. Sweet. Maybe just one more," he murmured and dropped another peck on my lips, a little noisily this time. And when I didn't protest, he did it again. And again. Just dropping kisses on my lips until my arms had no choice but to wind around his neck before we really started to kiss.

  Damn it. I wanted him again and it was obvious he was eager to take me right there. He made a sound of arousal while caressing my back sensuously. God, he smelled so good and I told him so between kisses. His response was to smile and reply, "Guess you don't have to dunk me in your tub this time."

  I finally drew back, fighting to come to my senses because any of my children could walk in on us.

  "I missed this," Ziad confessed breathlessly. "Touching you."

  I reached for a tissue and wiped my lipstick from his mouth. "You need to go. Please."

  His brown eyes were full of arousal as he looked down at me. "There's just one more thing I really wanted to do," he told me in a husky voice.

  "What?"

  Without taking his eyes off mine, he slowly moved his hands down my back to my ass and cupped it before giving it a little squeeze. I could only stare at him in shock.

  "Sorry," he murmured to me. "But that was in my way when I came in and I just had to."

  I was kind of dazed by his behaviour. And more than a little turned on.

  "You are becoming so inappropriate these days," I told him.

  Ziad took his hands off my ass then and sighed. "You're so beautiful, it's hard to resist," was his easy reply. "And as long as we're on the topic of being 'inappropriate', how about we take this upstairs and really make each other's day? I can be quick."

  I laughed out loud at that and shoved him away before going over to the counter. "Oh, yes, I know you can be but we're not doing a quickie while my children are right outside. Now go to school."

  Ziad studied me with narrowed eyes but his expression was amused.

  "Fine," he said with a shrug and turned away. "Leave a man frustrated. You have a good day, Mrs. Sawyer."

  I frowned at his back and called out, "Skye. Call me Skye, please."

  Ziad paused at the front door and cast me a long, heated look which made me want to call him back and ask him to finish things like he had suggested.

  "Okay," he said softly. "Take care, Skye."

  ....

  I thought about him after he left while doing the housework. His quiet charm and unashamed approach, his eyes which grew more and more mischievous every day and his touch which became bolder with every encounter we had. And I also couldn't stop thinking about how hot he looked in that school outfit or how proper he appeared when he was burning with so much desire underneath.

  He was clearly so into me and I revelled in that attention after not seeing him for four days. He made me feel sexy. And when I say 'sexy', I mean really sexy. He made me become aware of parts of myself which I had subconsciously buried for years. And with that awareness came a newfound confidence; a sense of pride in my own femininity.

  A couple of hours later, I was in bed reading a book when my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Ziad. He had sent me a picture of his bare upper body after unbuttoning his shirt and had captioned it, Look what you missed out on this morning.

  Holy heaven. Those pecs. Those muscles. That toned, golden body. Was that really all for me right now? Pushing my book away, I quickly typed up a message.

  - Where are you?

  Bubbles appeared on my screen as he typed a reply.

  - In the bathroom at school. Turns out I really had to go this time.

  I couldn't believe he was texting me from school and not attending his classes so I told him to stop doing it and get back to his lessons.

  - I will if you send me a picture, was his response.

  - No way. No pictures. It's too risky.

  - I won't show it to anyone. I promise.

  Oh God, what was happening to me? I should be completely against the idea. If this ever got out...

  But the vixen in me wouldn't listen. She wanted this. She wanted to send him a picture and bask in his reaction. In his appreciation of her body and beauty. So I snapped a selfie without my face, just me lying in bed and my skirt riding a little too high on my thigh before I sent it to him.

  My pussy was feeling tight. I was so turned on, I was rubbing my legs together, wishing he was there in bed with me and we could do all kinds of naughty things. Shit, where was my conscience now? It had attacked me so viciously on Thursday night but now, it seemed to have gone on holiday.

  His response came through a few seconds later.

  - God, that is so sexy. Skye...I want more.

  I ached to give him more but I had to be the adult here. He was in school for God's sake.

  - Zi. You need to go to class. Please.

  - Can I come see you tonight? Just for a while?

  I took in a deep breath. I didn't think I could say no to him at this point because I wanted to have sex with him again. Really badly. He was making me feel like a hormonal teenager today.

  -Ok, fine. But right now, you gotta go. Bye. No more texting.

  My breasts ached as I stretched out in bed, too wound up to go back to my reading. I actually groaned with frustration thinking of tonight and how hot it was going to be.

  Why did he have to be in school?

  ....

  "How am I doing? Am I slow enough for you?"

  He pumped in me as I lay underneath him, his chest crushing my breasts and hands gripping my hips. God, he was getting good at this.

  We had done it twice already since he'd come to my place tonight. As usual, Jacob had gone up to bed leaving Zi alone in the game room. I'd gone to him and locked the door behind me. We'd kissed hungrily while removing each other's clothes and done it right there on the couch. Hard and fast. I loved the feel of his firm body against mine.

  Then we'd grabbed our clothes and checked to see that the coast was clear before quietly going upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms at the other end of the hall from where my kids slept. We had fallen into bed before starting to kiss and touch each other again. It was like we couldn't get enough and it felt awesome.

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sp; This time, I'd asked him to take it slow and he was definitely trying. I kissed him again, twirling my tongue against his while grabbing his hair. When he climaxed after me, he gasped into my neck but didn't bite me because I had asked him not to earlier.

  We were getting careless though. Reckless. I wanted to make him do more things to me. Take it to another level. I wanted to see what else that body of his was capable of. What else he could make me feel as I schooled him in all the ways of lovemaking. He was a very passionate, very eager student.

  And the things he said to me during sex.

  You're so beautiful, so sexy.

  God, I love your body.

  I can't resist this. It's all I can think about.

  Please, Skye...I need you to...

  His voice was the sexist thing. I felt like I wanted to disappear in another world with him where we didn't have to hold back whenever we fucked and he could really let himself go.

  That was the last thought on my mind when I fell asleep that night with his arms wrapped around me and his breath stirring my hair.

  ****

  Chapter 13

  Ziad

  Almost every religion in the world contained teachings about the concept of heaven and hell. Mine did too but I forgot all about that when I was with her. She was my heaven. Period.

  Every day became an experience in happiness and pure pleasure because she didn't say no to me anymore. I saw her whenever I wanted and she was always ready for me. The night she had fallen asleep in my arms in the spare room, I'd spent long minutes just gazing at her sleeping face and then slowly, trailing my fingers along her lips, her jaw and her neck. The next morning, I'd done the same thing and made her wake up with a smile.

  But then she'd panicked because it was seven a.m and she didn't want to let her children see me leave the house. It was cute seeing a grown woman freak out like that while I dressed and gave her a kiss before calmly making my way downstairs. Jacob met me at the door. He had been working out in the front yard and had just been on his way inside to take a shower.

  "Oh, hey," he had panted while brushing past me. "I didn't know you slept over. See you at school, bro."

  And that was that. I had walked home with this goofy grin on my face and spent the day texting Skye in between classes and building up the anticipation until I could see her again at night. She happened to confess that she was starting to have naughty fantasies about fucking me while I was all dressed up for school so I decided to fulfill them.

  I ambushed her in her kitchen the next morning after she had already dropped off Jacob, Izzy and Ben and I tried something different. Stand-up sex. Holy hell. It was incredible. She clung to me the entire time while I rocked my hips against hers and then she demanded for me to go faster.

  "I thought you wanted slow," I said in confusion and stopped thrusting for a few seconds. Pleasing her was so important to me that I hated to hear any complaints from her.

  To my surprise and delight, Skye actually growled at me in frustration and begged me to keep going. My pants were down just around my ankles and my shirt was unbuttoned but I hadn't taken it off and this beautiful woman wanted me something bad and was letting me have her whenever I pleased. I felt like I was the luckiest guy on the planet.

  She taught me how to make her cum, what to say and how to rotate my hips exactly the way she liked to help her achieve climax. I began to learn how to hold back my own orgasm until it was okay for me to let go which was after I had put that unrestrained, happy smile on her face.

  I was addicted to her and craved her moans and the sound of our bodies slapping together, urgently, fiercely. Like it was the only thing that mattered. I belonged inside her because everywhere else just made me feel out of place. I had it bad for this woman whom I'd known basically all my life and I was loving every minute of it.

  ~~~

  Skye

  His head was buried between my legs for the first time. I had tried to stop him but he had been so insistent. We were in the woods in the backseat of my car on Thursday afternoon while the kids were all at Armaan's place, hanging out in his soccer field where he'd set up some refreshments. Just a friendly get-together because we hadn't had one of those in weeks as neighbours. I was supposed to be there. I was going to be there in about five minutes.

  Just as soon as this boy was done with me because he told me he wasn't going to let me go until he had made me cum this way. He said it was important to him. Dear Lord.

  "You're so wet," he breathed against my pussy where he was bent over me in the backseat. "I just love how wet you are for me."

  My work skirt was pushed up to my hips, my blouse was unbuttoned with my breasts trussed up in a lacy bra and my panties were dragged away to one side as he slowly licked me with that tongue of his. It was torture. He was being so careful and methodical. No. No, that wasn't the way to eat pussy at all. At least not mine. I lay there for about a minute while he turned me on bit by bit and watched the treetops from the windows of my car, losing myself in this strange, new world of illicit pleasure.

  Zi lifted his head after a while and looked at me. "You're not moaning," he said in a matter-fact-voice. "What am I doing wrong?"

  My eyes widened a little in amusement. I wanted him to pleasure me like a man does to a woman, yes, but sometimes, he could be so freaking adorable. He never made me feel bad about one single thing.

  "I'm not being aggressive enough, isn't it?" he continued to speak and his tone grew concerned. "Is that how you like it?"

  The way he asked me those questions made me feel as though him eating me out in the correct manner was the equivalent of him winning a soccer trophy. That's how much it meant to him.

  "Come here," I said to him and gestured with my fingers.

  Ziad came up and I brought his head down to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. Then I trailed my mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Yes, I do like it rough." His body gave a slight tremble at those words. "I want you to suck on my clit while pushing your finger inside me and then lick me all over until I'm dripping wet. And then...I want you to take your fingers out and fuck me with your tongue while rubbing your face in my pussy. And I don't want you to hold back."

  When I finished talking, he drew back to give me a hot, highly-turned-on look before murmuring, "Yes, ma'am."

  Then he went to work and did everything exactly the way I had asked, to the very last detail. The whole forest must have heard my moans by the time he finished making me cum. We didn't have to be quiet here. Zi knew that too because he came back up and fucked me so hard and so loudly that we probably scared away some of the birds. Those deep, rough moans of his were music to my ears.

  "Yeah. Oh, god, yes, baby," I gasped as he drove that beautiful cock inside me unceasingly while groaning in his husky voice, our sweaty bodies brazenly sliding over each other.

  I cried out at my second climax just as his phone started to ring loudly in the front seat.

  "Oh, shit," he grunted while continuing his pounding. "No, no, no, not now, please."

  He sounded like he was about to cry while I just wanted to giggle.

  "What? What happened? Just ignore it," I told him with a grin.

  He started to go really fast then as the ringing continued as if he was desperate to reach the finish line.

  "Zi," I laughed at him. "God, slow down."

  "No," he panted with his eyes screwed shut. "It's Abbu. I'm late for practice. He's going to be so mad. He hates it when people are late."

  He said each of those sentences in a rush with every thrust he made and I had to clamp my lips together to keep myself from laughing again since he was clearly very worried.

  "Hey. Can you do that thing you do...with your pussy when-? Oh, fuck!" he groaned, throwing his head back and finally shooting out his load when I squeezed his cock with my vaginal muscles. "Oh my god, yes," came his growl as he drained himself, sweat running in rivulets down his neck.

  Finally, he collapsed on top of me, breathing hea
vily while still dragging out his moans. "Skye," he whispered and licked the sweat from my heaving breasts. "I love-" Zi paused all of a sudden and then I wasn't sure what happened but he was quickly pulling out of me and grabbing some tissues to wipe himself off.

  I sat up as well to adjust my clothes while he handed me the tissue box and hurriedly typed a message on his phone. He appeared so grim when he was usually quite cheerful after sex. I figured it had something to do with Armaan. It couldn't be that bad though.

  "I'm so sorry to just rush off like this," he said to me while hastily putting his clothes back on.

  I gave him a sweet smile. "No problem. You go on ahead. I'll be there soon."

  Ziad nodded and then looked over at me with those sated, sensual brown eyes, his hair sticking to his head due to the sweat. His lips were pink and swollen and I just wanted to kiss him before he left so I leaned in and did exactly that without even considering what it would mean. After I caressed his shoulder and sat back, Zi just stared at me with his mouth slightly open.

  "Tonight?" he finally asked me in a whisper.

  I chuckled at his eagerness. "Maybe we should take a break, Ziad," I suggested lightly. Didn't he feel tired? I sure did.

  He shook his head firmly. "No break. I'll come over. Please don't say no."

  I didn't and he quickly got out of the car while I squeezed into the front seat. I was about to drive off when his head appeared in my window again and startled me.

  "Zi," I gasped slightly, putting a hand over my heart.

  He just gave me a serious look and said, "You called me 'baby'."

  I did? When? It must have been during sex so I opened my mouth to let him know that it had probably just slipped out in the heat of the moment because I was so used to saying it with Cole but he just thumped on my door and straightened.

  "Roll up your window, Skye," he told me before sprinting away.

  I watched him go in the side view mirror and sat there for the longest time, wondering what in the world was happening. He claimed he was okay with being casual but then he got kind of possessive and emotional. I didn't know what to do since he didn't give me the impression that he was unhappy with the situation.