by Ford, Mia
But Zoe is holding my hips down, and she takes her mouth off my cock, a wicked smirk curling at her lips.
“Not yet, Seth,” she says. “This is my turn. As soon as we’re finished, you can fuck me as hard as you want.”
“How hard is that, exactly?” I manage to ask.
Her eyes darken, her lust clear. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I feel it tomorrow.”
My hands dart out and grip her hair, preventing her from lowering her head to my cock once more.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel it next week,” I promise.
She grins and lowers her head as I release her, instead tangling my fingers in her hair. I surrender to her touch, my whole body arching in the chair.
This is what I needed, all this time. Having given in, everything feels so much easier now. I have Zoe in my reach now.
And I’m not about to let her go again.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Zoe
Having this kind of control over Seth is heady. He’s following my every demand, submitting himself to my touch and writhing beneath me. My hands grip his hips as I lower my head and wrap my lips around his cock once more, my tongue rubbing against his length and curling around the tip.
Yet I still cannot help myself from shuddering at the thought of what’s to come. I know just how hard Seth can pound into me, and I can’t wait to have him inside me once more, throwing me down against the mattress and sinking deeply within me.
First, though, I’m going to follow up on this promise. I take more of Seth’s cock into my mouth, and he hisses above me.
“Yes!” he says. “Take all of me in your mouth. Suck out everything I have.”
I hum around his cock, letting him know that that was what I planned on doing. He chokes at the vibration, and I would grin if I could, humming again. His hips jerk under my hold, and I dig my fingers in deeper, knowing that I’m probably leaving marks, as I keep him from thrusting upward.
I give a long, experimental suck. This time, I can’t prevent Seth’s hips from bucking up, and I quickly relax my throat as his cock slides in deeper than I expected. It takes me a moment to adjust to the sensation, and I have to pull back a little before I gag on it. Then I suck again.
This time, I move with his hips, lifting my head slightly as he thrusts upward. I bob up and down on his cock, taking my hands off his hips to toy with his balls, rubbing them and pinching them as he chokes and writhes above me, his hold on my hair almost painfully tight. I love what I’m doing to him.
“No more,” he gasps. “Zoe, I’m going to come.”
Yes, I think. It’s exactly what I want, just as I promised him. I want to taste your cum!
I hollow out my cheeks and suck hard. With a strangled shout, almost bucking straight off the chair, Seth comes, his cock tightening in my mouth before it releases ribbons of cum into my mouth.
I lap it up, licking around his quickly softening cock, and pull back, licking my lips. Then I look up at him.
“Interesting taste,” I say. “Want to taste?”
I don’t give him the chance to answer. I reach up to wrap a hand around the back of his neck, and drag him down into a fiery kiss, tugging his tongue into my mouth. His tongue swirls around my gums, and I know he can taste the cum on my lips.
“Did you taste yourself?” I ask huskily when I pull back.
“Yes,” he groans, boneless in the chair.
I chuckle. “We’re not finished yet. Now I’ll have you fuck me, just as you promised.”
His cock twitches at my words, and I reach out to grip it tightly, rubbing my fingers in the cum and saliva that is covering it. I can already feel it hardening in my grasp, and I give it two hard tugs, pumping my hand up and down. I want to feel every part of Seth in me, and I’ll tease him until it happens.
It doesn’t take much for his cock to harden. He gasps at my ministrations, oversensitive after already releasing his orgasm once, and he writhes helplessly in his chair as I rub my fingers around the tip, already smearing pre-cum around his cock as I do so.
“Look at you, so eager,” I tease. “What do you want, Seth?”
“You,” he growls, looking at me with wild eyes. “I want to feel your body around me.”
A shudder goes through me at his words.
“Then let’s make it happen,” I manage.
I stand and drag him up with me, pressing my body against his once more. It’s different this time; we’re both naked other than the t-shirt Seth is wearing, and I get rid of that quickly, impatiently tugging it over his head so I can run my hands up his smooth chest, feeling his sinewy muscles. I scratch my nails over his hard nipples, and he groans against my throat as he mouths at my pulse.
“Bed,” I gasp.
I step back, dragging him with me until we reach the bed. I drop down onto it, sitting on the edge, and he steps between my legs, knocking my knees further apart in order to settle there comfortably. I wrap them around his hips and cross my ankles at the small of his back, tugging him in close. His cock sits between us, until I’m almost sitting on it, and I shudder at the feel of its throbbing heat, now completely hard.
“You don’t know how good you look right now,” Seth says in a low voice. “Your lips are red from being stretched so perfectly around my cock and your body is trembling, desperate for me to fuck you.”
“Yes, fuck me hard,” I hiss, gripping his shoulders.
But turn around is fair play, it seems. Seth leans in closer and kisses me deeply. His fingers find my breasts, and he pinches my nipples in much the same way I just did his, massaging the thick skin around it. Sparks fly across my skin and I gasp against the kiss, breaking it as I throw my head back.
“So needy, Zoe,” Seth croons. “Needy for my cock to be in you.” I buck my hips, trying to make him hurry up, and I almost sob at his next words. “But you have to wait. First I’m going to drive you right to the edge of sanity before I fuck you.”
My eyes roll back. It sounds deliciously torturous. I know this is my payback for what I just did to him, and I whine as I wriggle against him, gasping as his fingers dig into the thick skin of my stomach before trailing downwards, leaving fiery trails in their wake.
I almost forget to breathe as he presses his fingers against my entrance, teasing by not entering me. I know he intends to draw this out for as long as I can.
Well, two can play at this game. We’ll see who gives in first.
I feel his other hand rubbing circles around my breast. I capture it in my own hand, and his fingers still against my vagina, pressing lightly, not enough to be satisfying. His eyes meet mine and read the lust I’m feeling in his darkened eyes.
Then, never taking my eyes off him, I raise his hand and slowly wrap my lips around his fingers.
The air around us turns electric, sizzling around us. Seth is barely breathing as he stands stock still while I lazily suck on his fingers, curling my tongue around them in much the same way I had done to his cock not long ago. My gaze turns challenging.
“Well?” I ask him. “Your turn.”
“That’s not playing fair,” Seth manages to say.
I smirk and release his fingers.
“Neither are you,” I say.
We stare at each other. Then, without any prior agreement, we move. Seth’s fingers slip into me just as I put his fingers back in my mouth, sucking hard on them. Seth’s fingers pump in and out of me, scissoring and curling; his nails scratching my inner muscle walls. We’re both shuddering, and it’s a race as to who will break first, and give in to what the other wants.
In the end, though, it’s me. I gasp and drop Seth’s hand as he thrusts a third finger into me without warning, the tips of his fingers pressing teasingly against my g-spot before they withdraw again.
“I win,” Seth says with a dark chuckle.
He withdraws his fingers. They’re slick with moisture from my body, and his eyes are intent on me.
“I got to taste my
self,” he said. “it’s only fair that you get to do the same, don’t you think?”
He presses his wet fingers against my lips and I open them, inviting him to push his fingers inside. I moan at the taste, and Seth shudders as my tongue laps at them, sucking every bit of moisture off them.
When he withdraws his fingers, we both pause for a moment, panting. My legs are trembling with need, now, and his cock is achingly hard against me, twitching against me as though it’s begging to sink into me. Neither of us are going to last much longer at the rate that we’re going.
“Seth,” I moan. “Fuck me, now.”
His hands find my hips and he grips them tightly.
“As you wish,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, Zoe, exactly as you like it.”
I moan, this time without words, at that. This is what I’ve wanted all along. The last few times were amazing, more than I could have imagined it would be. But there’s something special about knowing that we’re both here because we want to be, and not just because circumstances have contrived to accidentally bring us together. I’ve chosen Seth, and, now, Seth has chosen me.
Seth grabs my knees and urges me forward, until I’m half-sitting, half-standing on the side of the bed, and I lay back, allowing him to do what he wants. He leans over me, taking my wrists in his hands and lightly pinning them on the other side of my head, his lips capturing me in a searing kiss.
As our tongues tangle, I feel him enter me, his cock breaching the ring of muscles on my vagina, and I gasp against his mouth, making him deepen the kiss as he pushes further into me, inch by inch. He isn’t going very fast, and I feel every ridge of his cock as he slowly slides it in deeper, making me writhe against him, my hips desperately bucking up to try and take more of him into me.
Finally, though, his hips are pressed against mine, and he breaks the kiss, each of us panting harshly. His face is hovering above mine, and he is all I can see and feel right now. My entire world has narrowed down to his body and the cock that is pulsing deep within me.
“Move, Seth,” I groan. “I need you even deeper inside me.”
Seth rocks against me, his cock sliding against the walls of my vagina, and sparks fly as he brushes against my g-spot, making my eyes flutter closed as my back arches off the bed.
Then he begins to pull back, teasingly sliding out slowly. I can feel the tense muscles of his body, and he’s trembling with need just as I am, but he’s drawing this out, not wanting this to end any more than I do. He pulls out until only the tip is inside me.
Then he slams back in, hard and deep, and I cry out, my eyes rolling back. After that, Seth sets a punishing pace, his hips pistoning in and out, picking up speed as he finds his rhythm. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, which push me up against the mattress with each slam of his cock, my knees trembling so hard that I don’t think they’ll hold me up for much longer.
“More!” I cry. “Faster! Deeper!”
Seth’s thrusts speed up even more, and I’m little more than a writhing mess beneath him. My legs give out, but he releases my wrists in order to grab my knees before I can slide down, forcing me to hook them around his hips. The position gives him a new angle to thrust in, and he hits my g-spot every time, making white and black spots dance around my vision. I want to stay like this forever, feeling him and his thrusts and the building inferno around us.
“I’m so close, Zoe,” Seth pants. “Let go and let me feel you come with me!”
I try and hold off for as long as I can. But it isn’t going to last, and my body finally stops fighting. I shudder, my muscles clenching around Seth, as my orgasm hits me so hard that I momentarily black out. Seth thrusts deep into my limp body a few more times, and then he thrusts in deep as his cock releases cum into my body as well, and he shudders at the force of it.
For a long moment we sit like that, still connected, trying to collect ourselves. That was incredibly intense. It was different to all the other orgasms we had shared before this. It felt so much more intimate, as though we were truly connected as one for that brief moment.
Finally, Seth pulls out of me, and I shudder at the feeling on my sensitive muscles. I push myself up onto the bed with my trembling legs, and he collapses beside me, as exhausted as I am.
Without a word, almost by unspoken agreement, we catch our breath, and then we slowly crawl to the top of the bed. Seth pulls the covers back, and I slide gratefully under them, my head sinking into the soft pillows.
There’s a small part of me that’s worrying about tomorrow. This has already happened before now. Both times after we had sex, Seth had invited me into his bed for the rest of the night, and, both times, I had woken to hear him telling me what a bad idea it had been.
Perhaps Seth sees something in my tight frame. Because he runs a soothing hand over my shoulder.
“Sleep, Zoe,” he murmurs. “I promise, everything will be okay in the morning.”
I don’t know if I want him to promise that, especially after everything that has happened between us. I don’t know if I believe it. But his hand is still rubbing my shoulder, and I allow the soothing motion to lull me into sleep.
The morning would come, regardless of whether I slept now or not. I’m too exhausted to fight it anymore, though, so I fall deeper into the darkness.
Then, from far away, I hear Seth’s voice once more.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I love you.”
I won’t remember those words in the morning. And, now, I don’t know if I’m dreaming. But I smile, anyway, and snuggle into the warmth that is surrounding me.
Chapter Thirty
Seth
I wake before Zoe, but like every other time, she has slept in my bed. Today, though, I continue lying there, studying her features, soft in sleep. She’s lying in my arms, her head on my shoulder, and I can’t even think about pushing her away. Instead, I pull her closer and close my eyes.
I remember the words I had whispered to her as she fell asleep. A smile had curved her lips when I said them, but she was already asleep, and I doubt she remembers them. I don’t even know why I said it.
But I don’t regret it, I realize. I really have fallen in love with Zoe Jones; this is the very truth that I’ve spent all this time running from.
I open my eyes and look at the photo of Rose, Alicia and I on the bedside table. Seeing it, for the first time, doesn’t bring me any pain.
Rose was special to me. She’ll always be special to me, I know. But she isn’t here anymore. And I know she’ll be the first one to cheer for me as I begin to move on with my life. Somehow, in the wreck my life had become, I managed to find someone else to love. Not in the same way I loved Rose, but just as deeply and wholly.
As though she senses my introspection, Zoe stirs and blinks open her eyes. She looks blearily up at me.
“Any thoughts of kicking me out this morning?” she slurs.
“None at all,” I assure her.
“Good,” she says, and closes her eyes again.
I chuckle, the sound reverberating through my chest, and she smiles against my shoulder.
“As much as I like the idea of sleeping in, we have approximately fifteen minutes before Alicia bursts in here,” I inform her. “Less, perhaps, if she remembers that she didn’t get to see you last night, making her run to me in righteous indignation.”
“Good on her,” Zoe grumbles. She yawns and opens her eyes again. “What were you thinking about?”
“Rose,” I say honestly.
Zoe tilts her head, curious.
“About what she would think?” she asks.
“I know what she would think,” I say. “She’d be the first in line to slap me for being so slow.” I pause as Zoe chuckles, and then my voice becomes serious. “Are you okay with that? Rose isn’t just going to go away.”
Zoe snorts. “I’d be more worried if she did. Seth, I know how much Rose means to you.” She smiles softly. “I’m just honored that you can make room for
me in your heart, as well.”
My heart swells in love. How did I get so lucky to have this woman in my arms, especially after how badly I messed up?
“Well, we better get up, then,” Zoe sighs, levering herself up on her arms. “Do we have time for a shower?”
“A quick one,” I warn her.
She makes a face at me and slides out of bed. She wriggles her bare hips as she walks to the bathroom, and she throws a wink over her shoulder at me before she snaps the door shut.
I groan and rub a hand over my face. She’s going to be the death of me.
We both manage to shower and dress in ten minutes. I peer into the hall. There’s no sound of movement from Alicia’s room, but that doesn’t really surprise me. She was no doubt completely exhausted after last night.
“Come on,” I whisper.
Feeling somewhat childish, we creep past Alicia’s room. She’s just beginning to stir, and we hurry down the stairs, laughing quietly at each other. Once we get to the kitchen, I flick the switch on the kettle, yawning; coffee would be much appreciated right now.
“Coffee?” I ask Zoe.
“Yes, please,” she says with feeling. She leans against the dining table with a yawn of her own. Then she looks at me, her expression conflicted. “After Alicia wakes up…there’s something that I’d like to show you.”
“Show me?” I ask, startled. “What is it?”
“I’ll show you when we get to it,” Zoe says firmly, rolling her eyes at me.
I open my mouth, perhaps to try and make her tell me, but then I hear thundering footsteps upstairs. They cross the hall, and I hear my bedroom door slam open. There’s a pause, and then Alicia rushes down the stairs.
“Daddy, you let me go to sleep!” I hear her yell. “I missed Zoe!”
She tears into the kitchen, still in her pajamas, her face red with anger. It fades, however, as she sees Zoe standing there.