by Zoey Parker
“We’re here,” I said with a grin as we pulled into my driveway. “Hope you enjoyed the first ride of the night.”
Chapter 3
Isabella
The whole ride back to Zane’s house, I felt drunk. I’d only had the one shot of grappa, but it wasn’t drunk from alcohol. It was drunk from lust. Zane was so sexy, so confident. Sure, he seemed like a cocky jackass but he had the sex appeal to back it up. And that car! I wasn’t even into cars, but seeing Zane’s Porsche made me even wetter. I couldn’t help but think of him ripping my pants off, propping me up on the hood, and eating me out until I came all over his face. I wanted to lick my juices off his lips. I wanted him to slide a finger in me until I was begging to take his cock. I’d never been this hot, not even for Kyle. Kyle had been charming, too, but he’d been deceptive. At least with Zane, I could tell he just wanted sex.
The dangerous thing was I was already wondering whether or not I’d want more. It had been months since I’d been with another man, and I had just gotten to the point where I felt okay about being single. But how was I supposed to stay happy about being single if I wanted someone as dangerous as Zane? Or someone as sexy, or powerful?
As we slid into Zane’s driveway, I looked around. I was impressed. Zane’s house was large and modern, done up in brick with a big front porch. It looked like the kind of house you could have a family in, not just a bachelor pad.
“Live alone?”
Zane nodded. “I like my privacy,” he said with a grin. “Except for right now, that is.”
He leaned over the gearshift and kissed me again, so hard I could feel his sharp teeth nipping at my lower lip. I shuddered with desire. I wanted him so fucking much, I couldn’t believe it.
“Let’s go in,” Zane said. He grinned at me and turned the key in the ignition. I followed Zane up the brick driveway to the front door. It was painted red, and suddenly the whole house didn’t seem family-oriented at all. It seemed lurid, like it would draw in a family of vampires. I shuddered as he opened the door and guided me inside.
The smells inside were masculine: leather and wood, with a touch of musk. The décor was beautiful, but stark: black leather couches, glass tables, dark grey paint on the walls. The plush black carpet felt amazing on my bare feet after I kicked my heels off.
“Can I get you a drink?” Zane looked at me with his eyebrows raised.
“No,” I said. My voice sounded shaky and I took a deep breath. “Actually, just some water.”
Zane kicked off his work boots and walked into the kitchen. I followed him. Everything was dark marble and chrome. I shivered again; it was a beautiful kitchen, but cold, inhuman. It somehow suited Zane perfectly. He kept his eyes trained on me as he pulled a glass down from a cabinet and filled it with ice water from the port in the fridge.
“Come here,” Zane said softly. It wasn’t a request; it was a command. My mouth went dry as I crossed the floor and went into his waiting arms. The kiss was softer, more passionate than it had been in the car. His mouth covered mine. He nipped and sucked on my lower lip until my crotch was thumping with arousal. Just as I was about to go in for more, he pulled away.
“You’re delicious,” I moaned softly. “I love kissing you.”
Zane grinned wolfishly. He handed me the glass of water. When I’d taken a sip, he pulled me close again before I could swallow. As he kissed me, I felt him drink some of the water from my mouth. My legs buckled underneath me — I was so hot that I didn’t think I could stand it. Before I realized what I was doing, I grabbed Zane’s hands and shoved them on my body. His fingers worked magic on my breasts, sliding down my sides and grabbing my ass. I shuddered and moaned under his firm touch, pressing myself against him as firmly as I could.
“Let’s get you upstairs, baby,” Zane whispered in my ear.
Shivers ran down my spine at the feel of his hot breath against my sensitive flesh. Whimpering, I pulled him closer and pressed my mouth against his. Zane groaned. I felt his strong hands gripping me and picking me up off the ground, carrying me as if I weighed nothing at all. I was barely aware of the sensation of going upstairs; I was barely aware of anything except for Zane’s warm body next to mine. I felt my heart pounding in my chest but after a few seconds, I realized it was his pulse I was feeling.
Zane kicked open a door and walked inside. He dropped me on a soft black bed. I could feel the silk sheet slipping and sliding under my skin and I shivered.
“Strip,” Zane commanded softly. He stared at me as I unbuttoned the front of my blouse and tossed it on the ground.
I kept my eyes locked with his dark eyes as I stood up off the bed and wriggled out of my pants. When I was clad in a bra and panties, I lay back down on the bed. “You, too,” I said softly.
Zane grinned at me and pulled his shirt over his head. I practically gasped when I saw his abs; they were so chiseled, they looked carved from marble. I shivered as Zane slipped out of his dark jeans. When he was left in briefs, I could see his massive erection straining the fabric. I smiled at the thought of his cock pushing inside of me. I’d been empty for so long; now I wanted Zane inside of me more than anything else in the world. I couldn’t think of anything else, only Zane. Time stood still as he leapt on the bed and crushed my body against his.
“You’re delicious,” he whispered. He pushed me down on my back and crawled on top of me.
I shuddered as Zane’s muscular frame covered my body. When he nudged my legs apart and pushed his hips against mine, I felt his cock through the thin fabric of my panties. I moaned, arching my hips, thinking he wanted to fuck me right then and there. But instead he slid down my body, nipping and licking at my breasts with his mouth. I gasped as he sucked on one while tweaking the other in his fingers. It felt so incredibly good that I held my breath and strained every muscle in my body. I closed my eyes as Zane slipped his hand between my legs and began stroking me through my panties. My clit was throbbing and as he brushed it with his thumb, I cried out.
“I want to taste you more,” Zane growled.
I shivered as he ripped the fabric of my panties away in a clean tear. He got to his knees between my legs and stared into my eyes until I felt a hot blush come over my face. While keeping my eyes locked with his, he slipped a finger inside of me and then brought it to his lips. I watched as he sucked my juices off his finger.
“Zane,” I whimpered. “I want you, please! Please fuck me,” I begged. “Please!”
Zane chuckled. “Not yet, baby,” he said softly. He flopped down on his stomach and licked the inside of my thigh.
It tickled and sent bolts of pleasure through my body and I moaned. His strong hands gripped my thighs and wrenched them apart. Every movement, even just feeling the air stirred by Zane’s movements, made me more aroused. I never thought I could want someone this much, never thought I’d have more desire for anyone than I’d had for Kyle. But life is full of surprises.
When Zane’s tongue touched my labia, I cried out and thrust my hips against his face. Instantly, his mouth was around my clit, licking and sucking. Pleasure seized me and I felt my hips jerking up. I couldn’t control my body; I couldn’t control the lust that was swarming through my crotch. As he kept his tender ministrations up, I shuddered and moaned loudly, throwing my head back in the pillows and keeping my eyes screwed shut. I spread my legs as widely as I could, until my hips were hurting, and rubbed my pussy against his face. His nose bumped and rubbed at my clit until I felt like I was just on the verge of a powerful orgasm. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He fastened his mouth around the swollen nub of flesh and sucked, gently slipping a finger inside my pussy and wriggling it around. Before I knew what was happening, I was coming, harder than I’d ever come before. I groaned Zane’s name and felt a gush of wetness flooding out of my pussy.
He didn’t stop licking until the last powerful wave of pleasure had left my body. “You taste so good,” he growled in a low voice as he climbed up my body and pressed his mouth aga
inst mine.
Obediently, I licked and sucked all of my juices away from his lips and mouth. Tasting myself all over Zane’s face sent a new flood of arousal through my body and before long, I was clutching and grabbing at him, desperate for more. “I want you to fuck me,” I whispered hoarsely. “I want to feel you. I need to feel you; I need you…” I trailed off as Zane started biting at my neck.
The sensation was incredible, and I arched my back, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. As my hands slid down his muscular back, I grabbed hold of his briefs and tugged them down. Zane pulled away from me with a lustful grin on his mouth. I looked down his body and gasped at the sight of his cock: brown and hard and fat in girth. I shivered when I imagined how it would feel to be stuffed over and over with his manhood. He winked at me and I shuddered with lust.
“Get on your belly,” Zane commanded in a low voice. He dug his fingers into the flesh of my hip and rolled me over until I was on my stomach.
I felt Zane’s hands smack me on the ass and I wailed. It was painful, but the pain only lasted for a few seconds. Before long, the feeling melted into a warm pleasure that spread through each of my limbs. I spread my legs and arched my back so my ass was sticking out. Zane crawled between my legs and I felt the sheets shift as he positioned himself.
When he put his hand on my ass and squeezed, I cried out. “I want you,” I moaned into the pillows. “I want you, Zane.”
“You’re gonna get me, baby,” Zane replied.
He was so big, so stiff I wasn’t even sure if I could take him. But before I knew it, Zane tightened his hold on me and slid all the way inside, until he was buried to the hilt in my wet pussy. He groaned, his cock filling me so perfectly, so amazingly.
Zane began thrusting in and out, slowly at first. I moaned and rocked back and forth to match his rhythm, straining my hips and pushing my ass against his body as hard as I could. Zane dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass and kneaded the cheeks as he rode me. His strong thighs gripped my body and I shuddered as bolts of pleasure shot through every cell inside me. I closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow, surrendering to the delicious feel of Zane taking me for his own. As he bucked harder and faster, I stretched my arms high over my head. Zane slipped a hand under my body and thumbed at my sensitive clit until I was screaming with pleasure. My lower belly clenched and tightened with arousal. I could feel my body breaking out into a sweat and Zane’s flesh slipped against mine, slamming into me with more force than ever before. Zane tangled his free hand in my hair and yanked my head back.
“You like that, baby?” Zane’s voice was hot in my ear. “You like that?”
I could only moan as the pleasure gripping my belly intensified. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until my lungs started to burn. I could feel another orgasm was close, and as Zane slowed his movements, I whimpered in frustration. “More, please,” I begged. “Please, Zane. Please!”
My cries were hoarse and pained but Zane listened. He rode me harder and I could feel my juices soaking the sheets. I felt his cock twitching and jerking inside of me, and as he groaned I knew he was coming, too. We stayed locked together in ecstasy for a moment, breathing as one.
When it was over, Zane slid off me and pulled me close. Our skin was hot and sweaty but it felt good to be wrapped up with the man who had just ravished me more thoroughly than any other man ever had.
“That was incredible,” I murmured softly.
Zane grinned. “I told you you’d like the ride,” he said.
I lay back in wonder, too exhausted to even reply. I had no idea that sex could be like this. With Kyle, it had been good. He’d always made sure I came, and he knew what positions I liked. But with Zane, it had been downright explosive. I couldn’t believe I’d lived on the planet for almost twenty-seven years and not known sex like that existed. I felt almost cheated.
“God,” I said aloud. “Wow.”
Zane rolled onto his side and grinned at me. “Wanna do it again?”
Chapter 4
Zane
Isabella was a wildcat, all right. I only had to get her inside before she practically threw herself at me. It was the hottest night I’d had in a long time. Isabella had a fantastic, tight pussy and she’d gotten so wet for me; it had been like a dream. She made the sexiest little whimpering cries when I was eating her that I had to stop or else I would have come before even sticking my cock inside of her. No doubt about it, she’d been a fantastic lay. I was glad I’d picked her up from the restaurant.
After our first fuck, we lay around in bed. Isabella’s stomach grumbled and I took her down to the kitchen and heated up some of the leftover lasagna I’d had from family dinner over the weekend. I could tell Isabella thought it was intimate, to eat with me in the middle of the night. But she was going to find out sooner or later I didn’t want her to stick around. No matter how great a woman was, I never wanted her there in the morning.
Still, that didn’t stop me from fucking her twice when we got back to bed. The second time was slower, more intense than our first had been. Isabella and I spooned, with my arm wrapped around her and pulling her up and down on my cock. I’d come almost instantly when she looked up at me with her wet blue eyes. She was so sexy I couldn’t stand it. I’d never been with a woman who pushed all my buttons the way she did.
The second time happened just as we were falling asleep.
“What’s your secret fantasy?” I asked her in the dark. I expected some answer about some rich asshole, or something stereotypical. But instead she sighed.
“No one’s ever asked me that before,” she said softly in her deep voice. “It’s embarrassing.” She coughed and I could tell she was blushing harder than ever.
“Try me. Trust me, I’ve heard some weird shit.”
There was a silence. I could tell she was blushing, even though it was dark in the room. After a few seconds, she began to speak.
“My fantasy starts with me going to the doctor’s office,” she said softly. “And he inspects me everywhere. He has me get naked and get on my knees and blindfolds me, and walks around looking at every single part of my body.” Her voice turned slightly husky and I knew she was turning herself on. “And I can’t touch him; my hands are in cuffs at the sides of the table,” Isabella added. “By the time I feel his hands on my body, pleasuring me, I’m not actually sure if it’s the same doctor who saw me in. It could be anyone; it could be a total stranger. But they know exactly how to touch me, and before I know it, I’m coming.” She paused and took a deep breath. “That’s my fantasy. Obviously, I’d never want it to happen, but…” She sighed again. “I bet you think I’m really fucked up, don’t you?”
I chuckled. “I don’t think you’re fucked up at all,” I told her. “That was really hot.” My cock had sprung to life listening to Isabella talk about how she wanted some fuckin’ creep of a doctor to feel her up. But when I felt her soft hand on my thigh, I forgot all about her fantasy.
Turning towards her, I crawled on top of her and pushed her legs apart, lowering myself between them and thrusting until she was hoarse and crying out with the force her own orgasm. We were slick with sweat and panting hard when it was all over.
I couldn’t believe it, but I’d actually let her fall asleep in my bed. It had been years since I’d let a woman spend the night. Most of the time, it was wham bam, thank you, ma’am. But not Isabella. The sex had been incredible and tiring, and afterwards I was feeling so tired that I’d just let her drift off. I didn’t even wake up once — that was how wiped out I felt after fucking Isabella Bianchi raw.
Incredible.
In the light of the morning, I regretted my decision a little bit. Isabella reached for me when she woke up. I gently pushed her away and climbed out of bed. When she turned to me, I noticed she was wearing a slightly hurt expression.
“I need a shower,” I said as I walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water.
I’d only been inside f
or a few seconds when I heard the door open and Isabella slipped inside. She was naked, and my mouth watered at the sight of her perfect, luscious breasts swinging from side to side. Her skin was perfectly pale and I could see the faint imprint of a bikini top around her breasts. Lust tore through me and it took everything I had not to sink to my knees and take one of her perfect, pink nipples into my mouth and suck until she was begging me to fuck her.
“Can I shower with you?” Isabella pouted at me and stuck her lower lip out.
There were three hickeys on her neck — vicious-looking black and yellow bruises. I grinned. I loved leaving my mark on a girl.
I shook my head. “Sorry,” I said in an irritated voice. “I need to be alone in the shower.”