by S. Morayla
“Shite, you’re soaked.” I moan as his thumb presses on the little bundle of nerves.
My body burns for him.
I hunger for his lips.
“You’re so beautiful, Natalee.” He kisses me sweetly, gingerly. His finger pushes inside me. Another moan escapes my lips as my head falls back against the pillows, a myriad of sensations surging through me.
“How did I get so fucking lucky?” he whispers into my neck, continuing to kiss and suck my exposed flesh.
“How did I?” I counter, feeling him smile against my temple. He slowly sinks another finger into me and I shudder, my breathing becoming rapid.
“I need these off you, Natalee. Is that okay?” At this point, he could ask me to jump off a bridge and I’d gladly oblige. I nod, but that’s not good enough for him. “Tell me,” he says, his voice demanding.
“Yes, it’s okay.” He pulls his fingers from me and my body instantly aches from their absence.
“Lift up, love, so I can take these off.” I do as instructed.
He sits back and tugs the shorts down my hips, throwing them to the floor. He kisses my leg all the way up to my pussy, then stops and lavishes kisses on the other leg.
I’m hot, so horny.
He continues kissing up my body.
My pelvis, my stomach, my ribs, he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. He gently bites down, his other hand rolling my nipple between his fingers. My back arches, wanting more.
He opens my legs wide on the bed. “Leave them like this. I want to see this beautiful pussy, do you understand?” I nod. Seriously, who is this guy? It’s turning me on, the way he talks like this, so in command. He kisses my inner thighs, then licks me. Oh. My. God. I am pretty sure I just came, it’s been so long. I try to put my legs together, but Zayne stops me, and spreads them further apart.
“I said keep them apart. I’m going to eat this pussy and I want to make you writhe, beg for more. I want you to yell in whatever language you spoke last night. I want you come on my tongue. I want you to watch me. Do you understand?”
“You want me to speak in Italian?” My voice quivers in pleasure and uncertainty, unsure I heard his request correctly.
“Yes, Natalee. Now, tell me.” Growling his demand, he sucks on my inner thigh, causing a moan to clamber out of my throat.
I nod my head, unsure I can vocalize the words. “No, Natalee, tell me.”
“Yes,” I breathe out in a soft whimper. His tongue is so close to my core, I can’t think straight.
“Yes, what?” He lifts his head, eyes alight with desire and possession.
My body is heated, needing relief. “Yes, I understand.”
“Do you want this, Shorty? Do you want my mouth on your pussy?
“Sì, Zayne. Sì, per favore.” I’m breathless and wanton.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. Tell me what you just said.” He is driving me crazy.
“Yes, Zayne. I want your fucking mouth on my pussy.”
He smiles at me before putting his hot mouth on me. Sucking my clit, he inserts two fingers inside of me. My hands fly to his hair. I should be ashamed, but it feels too good to let that stop me from grinding myself onto his face.
His eyes are intense; they watch me watch him. I never knew it could be so fucking hot to watch.
My nipples are so hard. Without even realizing it, I move my hands up my body and pinch them. Pulling back, he blows on my drenched pussy. The cool air hitting my heated flesh causes me to hum my appreciation.
“You like that, Natalee?” His golden brown eyes mirror the desire burning within me. He blows again, his fingers still assaulting me at a steady pace. My breathing comes out in short pants.
“I’m not going to ask you again. Tell me, Natalee. Do. You. Like. This?” His lust-filled eyes fix on mine as he annunciates the last four words with intoxicating potency.
“Yes,” I breathe out with no hesitation.
“You taste so fucking good.” A moan glides from Zayne’s mouth, causing me to writhe further.
His head once again goes between my legs. The scruff from his cheek burns, but not in a bad way. It makes me that much hotter for him. His tongue circles my clit, sucking and licking while his magical fingers move in out of me at a punishing pace.
I never take my eyes off him while he works over my pussy. My self-control balances delicately close to the edge. Dancing along a precipice. No longer able to control the rush of sensations, the world around me explodes into colors. I hear myself moan.
Zayne’s name falls from my lips as if I were reciting a litany and he’s my deity. My body quakes with incredible spasms. I lie there, letting it rush over me. Suddenly, Zayne’s weight on top of me. He kisses me and I can taste my salty need on him. That should gross me out. Instead, it turns me on more.
“Thank You, Shorty.” Disbelief colors my face. I should be thanking him and his tongue.
“Why are you thanking me? I didn’t do anything,” I offer in a husky whisper.
“Oh, but you did.” He kisses my forehead. “You opened up to me and gave me a piece of you.” Kissing my nose, he slides the sheet up between us. I look at him, bemused. He kisses my chin.
“That was for you. I know you needed that. I want to make love to you, Natalee. I want to make love and worship your body for my pleasure as well as yours, but only when you’re ready to give all of yourself to me. Not just your body, but your heart, mind, and soul.” I blink a few times, wondering if I hadn’t done that. I thought I had.
“No, you needed a release and I was all too happy to provide you my services. That was a taste of what is coming when you decide to fully let me in.”
He kisses me lazily and my body winds up yet again. I feel the pull deep in my stomach. Pulling back, his hooded eyes stare down at me.I want to stay in this moment with him forever.
No pain, no hurt, no misery.
His thumb caresses my cheek.
“What are you thinking, Natalee?”
As You Are
I stare down at her, waiting for her answer. Her sated eyes look up at me, making my dick even harder, if that’s possible. Her delicate throat swallows. I’m hoping she doesn’t say this was a mistake, because honestly, that would crush me.
“I’m just trying to understand how you want a relationship with me.” Her eyes pierce my own. I can’t believe she has no idea how special she is. “I’m just incapable of understanding how it is that you can feel this way toward me. You barely even know me, or anything about me,” she whispers, her palm caressing my unkempt cheek. I slide off and pull her to her side so we are face to face. Her eyes implore, wanting me to spill.
“I know more about you than you think,” I tell her, running my fingers through her damp hair.
“Like what?” Natalee’s eyes shine with curiosity and innocence. I swallow the thickness amassed in my throat. I’m about to tell her all the things I have observed, but if I don’t say these things right, they might come off as stalker-ish and creepy. I don’t want to be that. I want her to know I see her deeper than what she puts out.
“Your favorite color is purple, though green is a close second. It reminds you of Colorado and your dad. You bite your thumbnail when you’re nervous. You also fidget when you start to become anxious. You love Ironman and Thor, but I think you only like Thor because of Chris Hemsworth. You have great taste in music, very eclectic.” Her eyes roam over my face, astonishment gleaming. “Many times, you withdraw into yourself, even when surrounded by loads of people, but when I’m able to pull a genuine smile from you, your entire face lights up like a night sky when fireworks go off.” Her eyes close, then slowly reopen when my knuckles graze her from temple to cheek.
I need to see her eyes. “You worry your lip, like you're doing now, when you're listening and breaking down all that is said to you. Your body responds to mine, especially when I’m this close to you. Your face is flush, your breathing has picked up. Your eyes have glazed over and your lips are tingling becau
se they want to feel mine. Your body likes this because it wants the same as mine,” I tell her, my eyes drifting down to her soft lips.
“What’s that?” Natalee asks in a breathless whisper right before I kiss those incredible lips. I continue giving her feather light kisses across her cheek, down her neck. My hands still cupping her face, I tilt her head to gain better access before slowly making my way back to her mouth. Her breathing has become ragged. My dick now hates me; my balls tightening up, soon to be blue.
My tongue sweeps along her bottom lip before gently biting it, wanting her to open her mouth for me. Finally, she allows my tongue to enter and I slowly sweep the inside of her mouth. My right hand reaches around to cup the back of her head while my left goes around her waist, pulling her on top of me. Her heartbeat is beating just as fast as mine. I could kiss this girl forever, if she would allow me to. I break the kiss and our choppy breaths twine together, each of us trying to suck oxygen into our depleted lungs.
“The way I feel about you, Natalee, is more than just physical. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but you anchored yourself deeply into my soul. You have gained access to my heart with just one look, one touch. Something powerful has connected us. I want you to explore this with me. See where it leads. I know you’re scared, but so am I. Being with you would be an honor.” Our eyes meet as I draw lazy circles on her back.
“You have no idea how you make me feel. I want to be the guy you come to when you're having a bad day. I want to be the one to hold you when you cry. I want every part of you. The good and the bad—hell, even your worst.” Her intoxicating scent permeates my senses. Feeling her perky breasts on my chest as she takes in shallow breaths throws my hormones into overdrive, but I shove them down.
“You came into my life and it's as if my world became brighter. When you push me away, I won't lie, Shorty, it hurts. I've never been so open with someone. I want things I've never wanted and even though you tell me you're not ready, I don't believe you. The way you look at me…your eyes tell me different." I lightly touch her skin and her body pushes further into me.
"The way your body responds to mine shows me that's not true.” My fingers rake through her hair, until I’m cupping the back of her head. Bringing it forward, I let out a low growl. “Try as you might, your body doesn't lie. Your lips may say one thing, but this magnetism between us is real. I can wait, though, because I know it will be worth it." Her body comes down on mine like Jell-O. I hug her to me, allowing my admission to resonate and take hold.
Wetness falls on my chest and I lift Natalee’s head to see tears escaping her almond-shaped eyes. My heart constricts, fearing I’ve pushed her too far.
“Why are you crying, Shorty?” I whisper, my fingers wiping the tears away.
“That was beautiful.” She shakes her head and rolls to her side. I roll with her, keeping my arms around her until we are face to face once again. “I guess I just never thought you saw all those things. I mean, I knew you liked me, but there are still shadows that cloud my happiness. I need to fix myself, Zayne. I need to be happy on my own before I can attempt to give another person myself. I want you, but not in the way you need me to. You are asking for a commitment I can’t give right now. I want to so badly, but my insecurities and fears still eat at me daily. One thing can set me off, even in a room full of people. How can you want to be with me like that? To know something so insignificant can set me off back into the abyss of my own mind?” Natalee asks, her eyes devoid of emotion.
“I want you to fix yourself. I want you to be happy, but I know there is a flare in your soul pushing through all the bleakness. Every day, the steps you take…you may not see the difference, but from when I first met you to now, the change is staggering. I don’t want you to depend on me to make you feel good. I want to help you see how strong you are. I want to uplift you and help you grow. I want to help make every aspect of you branch out, push you to do better. I don’t know how you have done it, but the smile on my face never fades at the thought or mention of you. You say you’re broken, but I disagree, as I’ve told you before. Let me help you put those pieces back together, let me show you how good we can be together.” I wait, studying her for a few moments, allowing her to gain her bearings. My gaze sweeps over her face.
“I know you want to be with me, too, Shorty. Why do you push when I pull? Or pull when I push? It drives me crazy. I can see how you respond to me.” Her lips hover just above my own. “Your body instantly relaxes, your eyes dilate before closing, and your breathing speeds up. I know you need me just like I need you,” my gruff voice tells her, eliciting goose bumps on her skin. “Admit it.” She lets out a heavy breath.
“I’m getting there, Zayne, but I’m so sorry. I’m…” I assess her slender throat as it continually swallows, her eyes spinning in turmoil. “I’m just not ready yet. Can you give me more time?” Her eyes hold the same agony her voice is conveying. How can I turn her down? If she feels like she’s not ready, I can’t push her. I need her to be ready. I need her to come to it on her own in her time. Even though I’m more than ready, I’m not an arse. All I can do is sit back and hope I’m not waiting in vain.
I duck my head to conceal my disappointment before raising my eyes back to her. By no means will I ever make Natalee feel guilty for telling me how she feels.
“Of course, love, when you’re ready, you’ll know and I’ll be here.” I wish I could say making that statement didn’t cause a fissure in my heart, but it did. I want her to see what I do, but I’ll never push her to do anything she doesn’t want. Tears slip from her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Zayne. I know I’m fucked up.” Her sobs come fast and uncontrollable. I pull her swiftly into my chest.
“No, baby, you’re not. You’re human and you need time. I understand. Please, never think you can’t tell me exactly how you are feeling. I want you to tell me the truth always, no matter how harsh or difficult it is. Alright?” Instead of verbalizing a response, she nods against my chest. I run my fingers through her hair, my thoughts miles away. Analyzing, breaking down all we’ve confessed. Soon, Natalee’s breathing evens out. My heart feels crushed, but my soul is ready to fight for this girl. And I will, because no matter what, I know she was made for me.
Bad Day
“Hey, Zayne, what’s up? Where’s the rest of the squad?” Keri inquires from across the counter. Her eyes skid around the coffee shop, looking for the lads.
“Sorry, just me. I wanted to surprise Shorty. I know she comes here most afternoons before returning to her dorms to study.” Keri’s lips spread into a smile.
“Ah, I see. Well, I think she’ll be here soon. Whatcha ordering?” Her eyes flit behind me, the line growing by the syllable. I glance back, seeing the annoyed faces of the patrons waiting to place their orders. I turn my attention back to Keri.
“I’ll have tea, and whatever ghastly coffee Shorty drinks.” Pulling money from my wallet, I hand it over to Keri, who efficiently gives me my change with a coy smile.
“Good luck, Zayne,” she says as I walk away from the counter. Grabbing the tea and coffee, I turn around to the bustling bistro, my eyes scanning the café for a table. Luck is on my side today. I find an empty table near the back.
My phone reads 1:37 p.m. I know she should be here soon.
My back instantly stiffens at the sight before me. Chris’ snake-like beady eyes connect with mine through the window, his arm around Natalee’s shoulders, hugging her closer to him. He looks down at her and tells her something. She looks up at him and laughs. My heart stops before pounding something fierce. What the hell? Like a lion stalking its prey, I can’t tear my eyes away from them.
Shorty, the woman who holds my heart, the woman who has the ability to crush my soul, is walking, laughing, and allowing that vile, arrogant arsehole to touch her.
When they enter, my chest tightens, my heart aches. She hasn’t taken her eyes off him. Hasn’t made a move to push his beastly arm away. My mind swirls in confusio
n. Was he the reason she was so hesitant to give herself fully to me? I know they study together, have English together, but she’s never mentioned more. I search my mind for signs pointing in this one direction, yet nothing pops up. Gordon Bennett, I’m a bloody plonker. Of course she would never tell me about him.
I continue to be a voyeur, watching them decimate my heart with each passing second. No matter how much I want to turn away, I can’t. My eyes lock on his. Maybe I’m being paranoid, maybe they are just friends.
My word ceases to turn, anger flows through my veins in treacherous waves. My breathing halts. Red—all I see is red.
Chris gives me a scathing grin before covering Natalee’s mouth with his own. Jumping to my feet, I bulldoze my way through the customers, needing solace from the scene playing out before me.
Stomach churning, I make it outside before the bile threatening to escape becomes reality. I suck in a deep, confused breath, then another and another. I continue to stomp down the sidewalk toward my car.
“Zayne, are you alright?” I close my eyes, hoping this is a sick joke. “I saw what just happened inside, but I’m confused. Why are you so upset? I thought you knew those two have been hooking up for a while.” Lexi’s annoying, too-sweet voice tells the tale I never wanted to see or hear, stopping me dead in my tracks. Lexi’s hand snakes around my midsection.
“What did you just say, Lex?” I ask, a hard edge to my voice.
“That they’ve been hooking up for a while?” she asks innocently. She stands before me, her manicured finger trailing down my chest. “I’m sorry, baby. I thought you knew. Wait…” her mouth forms an O, “are you two hooking up as well? She didn’t tell you about Chris?” Anger assaults me and I clench my fists at my sides. I side step Lexi, unable to speak, humiliation and agony burning through my essence. I hear the clacking of her heels against the pavement as she keeps up with my angry strides.