by J. S. Scott
There was no real pain, and he soothed her with his tongue after the arousing nips and pinches. The combination was so erotic that her core was vibrating with tiny spasms, and she lifted her hips in frustration.
“Zane. Please. I ache.”
“I want you to ache,” he acknowledged hoarsely as his hand moved down her belly. “I want you to feel, baby. I want you to experience everything.”
His fingers brushed over the square of silk over her pussy, making Ellie shudder. “What I want right now is to experience you fucking me,” she insisted. She’d waited so long for this moment, and her body was demanding she experience the main event.
“You will,” he answered huskily, his words muffled against her breasts. “But not yet.” He pulled on her thigh. “Open for me, Ellie. Spread your legs and let me touch you.”
His voice was so demanding, so persuasive that she obeyed immediately, spreading her legs apart, feeling so vulnerable that it was almost frightening.
Then, she forgot about her apprehension as Zane traced a finger over the lips of her pussy through the silk, and then promptly gave the panties a hard yank, breaking the strings and causing the garment to come apart in his hand. He tossed the ruined underwear to the floor, after he pulled slow and steady on the thong, letting the soft material slide sensually between the cheeks of her ass.
Totally exposed, Ellie had a hard time not clamping her thighs together, but once he touched her, she was completely lost.
His fingers slid easily through her wet folds, all of them working together as his thumb flicked over her clit while he still caressed the rest of her sensitive pink flesh.
“Oh, God. That feels good. So good.” Ellie closed her eyes, her back arching as his talented fingers aroused her to the point of insanity. She felt him moving down her body, his hair occasionally brushing her bare skin.
“I hope this feels even better,” he answered with a growl.
She squealed as she felt his hot, wet tongue slide over her, zeroing in on the tiny bundle of nerves that was pulsating against his mouth. Zane gave no mercy, devouring her pussy like he hadn’t eaten in months. His actions were carnal and raw, his entire face buried between her thighs.
“I can’t take it anymore, Zane. Please,” she whimpered, her hands sinking into his hair as she felt her impending climax.
Her hips rose up as his fingers found the tight entrance to her sheath and experimentally slipped one finger into her untried body, and then added another. “Baby, you’re so damn tight,” he cursed, lifting his head for a brief instant while he fucked her with his fingers.
Ellie couldn’t reply. Her muscles clamped around his fingers and his tongue brushed over and over her clit; this time, her orgasm rolled over her like huge waves of relief and ecstasy. “Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged, her hands urging Zane’s mouth harder against her as she gyrated her hips to grind her pussy against him.
The force of her climax stunned her, the strong pulsations rocking her body, not wanting to cease.
Ellie clung to his hair as Zane continued to torment and tease, wringing every drop of pleasure from her that he could get. He licked at the juices she’d released during the powerful orgasm, keeping her in a constant state of arousal.
“Fuck me, Zane. Please. I need you,” she whimpered, thrashing her head from side to side.
She might have already come hard, but her body wouldn’t be satiated until the two of them were joined, locked together with his body pressed against hers. Inside her.
“Ellie…sweetheart, I don’t have a fucking condom.”
His face was suddenly above her, his eyes feral and dark as he looked at her with so much longing that it yanked at Ellie’s heart. “I thought all guys carried condoms,” she murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I don’t…I haven’t…oh, fuck! It’s been a long time for me. Years,” Zane rumbled. “I got tired of the bullshit and gave up after I found out my girlfriend was moving on to greener pastures. If I need it, I get myself off.”
The thought of Zane stroking himself to orgasm was so erotic that Ellie had to close her eyes on his intense expression. “Fuck me, Zane. I think you already know that I’ve never been with anyone, and when I went to a follow-up appointment here in Rocky Springs, I asked my doctor to give me birth control.”
“Why?” Zane asked in a graveled tone.
“I was on it before I was kidnapped. I had bad periods. But I do it now to make myself feel safer. Don’t ask me to explain, because I don’t understand it myself. But Dr. Natalie said it’s normal to feel afraid of something happening again.”
“I know I’m clean,” Zane told her bluntly. “But I want you to see the medical documents.”
“I don’t need papers. I just need you,” she answered, opening her eyes and feeling the warm rush between her thighs as she met his tortured gaze. “I trust you,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear.
Zane stared at her for a moment before he leaned down and kissed her with a longing that her soul immediately answered. She opened to him, let him take her mouth as roughly as he wanted. Ellie wanted to feel his desire, and she kissed him back just as savagely.
He didn’t warn her before he pushed his massive cock into her, nor did he hesitate. One stroke and he was deep inside her, and then he stopped, burying himself to the root and pausing so she could get used to his size.
She pulled her mouth from his, panting. “You’re so damn big.”
Zane let out a groan of pleasure before he replied, “Baby, you’re so tight and wet that I’m not going to last very long. Fuck! This all seems so surreal.”
Ellie agreed completely. The momentary pain of accepting a cock as big as his was beginning to fade, and her body was insisting he move. Wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively, she swiveled her hips against him, her body begging him to fuck her.
When he started to move, Ellie felt elated. When he started to enter and retreat, pumping into her like his life depended on it, she knew she’d never be the same. The intimacy of their primal connection was physically explosive and blissfully emotional.
Ellie wallowed in Zane’s possessive claiming of her body, and she raised her hips to meet every frantic stroke of his cock as their bodies tangled together in one big mass of heat and need.
He reached between their bodies, searching and finding her clit. “Come for me, Ellie. I can’t wait any longer. Not this time. But I’m not fucking leaving you behind,” he grunted, his finger stroking urgently over her clit as he continued to slam his cock inside her over and over again.
The stimulation on that tiny bundle of nerves forced her to explode, her body feeling like it was being torn to pieces as she started a strong, different kind of climax that she’d never experienced before. “Yes. Oh, God. It’s too much.”
“Let go, baby. Take what you want,” he urged desperately.
All she wanted was Zane, and that included seeing him get off. She clung to his sweat-laden shoulder, their bodies sliding together erotically as the pulsations became strong, and then impossibly more intense.
“Zane!” She screamed out his name as sensation overwhelmed her.
He covered her mouth with his, as though he wanted to claim her exclamation of pleasure as his. The kiss was rough, covetous, and greedy, and Ellie welcomed it. She shuddered with ecstasy as the crescendo started to calm, the muscles within the walls of her sheath clamping down on Zane’s cock.
Ellie’s short nails dug into the skin of his back, needing to find purchase to keep her grounded.
He yanked his mouth from hers. “Fuck!” he groaned, lifting his upper body on his forearms, his head thrown back, every muscle in his body tight as her contractions made him spill himself inside her.
Ellie was panting, her body spent, but her heart was still racing as she watched Zane in his moment o
f release. He’d never looked more gorgeous than he did right now, his pleasure seemingly so acute that it was almost painful.
Finally, he relaxed, resting his body on top of hers. Ellie gently threaded her fingers into his hair and cradled his head against her shoulder as they both struggled for breath.
“Jesus! Did I hurt you? Please tell me I didn’t,” Zane said between ragged breaths.
She smiled as she stroked his irresistible head of hair. It was perfect. He was perfect. “You didn’t hurt me. You were worth waiting for, Zane.”
He rose up, causing her fingers to slide out of his hair as he speared her with an intense stare, a look that seemed to be searching to see if she was telling the truth.
Stroking her fingers over the five o’clock shadow on his jaw, she repeated, “You didn’t hurt me. Really. My first time was more amazing than I could have dreamed about. Thank you.”
“Christ! Don’t thank me for something I’ve desperately wanted for so long. It’s not like I was doing you a favor.” Zane broke their stare as he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. “It should have been longer and much gentler,” he answered in a self-deriding tone as he stroked his hand over her hair and down her back.
She sighed. “It was mind-blowingly amazing.” Her spent body was relaxed and still humming with a pleasant post-coital bliss.
“Then you’re easily pleased,” Zane remarked with a lazy humor in his voice.
“Are you having performance anxiety?” she teased him.
“This was a first for me, too. Maybe a little,” he admitted freely. “I can assure you, I’ve never had any problems before.”
Ellie let out a startled laugh at his sudden arrogance. “I’m sure you haven’t if what just happened was any indication of your previous performances.”
“They never mattered, Ell,” he replied hoarsely. “This time, I wanted everything to be good for you.”
She had to swallow the lump in her throat before she could speak. “I’m glad it was you,” she told him simply, unable to express how much it meant to her that he gave a damn.
All this time, Ellie knew she’d been waiting for this day, this evening. She’d been waiting for Zane Colter, even though he had always been an impossible dream that she just couldn’t let go of.
“It will always be me,” he grumbled, putting a possessive hand on her ass. “This wasn’t a one-timer. I still have all those dirty thoughts about you that I need to make a reality.”
Ellie thought for a moment before she spoke. “Zane, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything more.” He’d been hurt by a woman before, and she wasn’t going to force their relationship.
He bolted into a sitting position, taking her with him. She ended up sprawled over his legs, and struggled into a sitting position right in front of him. He grasped her bare shoulders tightly, his expression troubled. “I do need something, sweetheart,” he remarked darkly. “I need you. I need both of us to commit to this crazy connection we both know exists. I can’t ignore it anymore, Ell, and I don’t want you to either. I didn’t use a damn condom because I never planned on this being a one-time fling. It’s complicated, but I’m past the point where I give a damn. Let’s make things as damn confusing as we want them to be. Explore this with me, or I know we’ll both regret it for the rest of our lives. At least, I know I will.”
Her heart skittered as she watched his expression. It went from dark and confused to stubbornly determined. Zane wanted her to be…his.
“Monogamous?” she questioned, making sure she understood what he wanted.
He nodded sharply. “For both of us.”
She smiled. “I didn’t wait this long to toss you away for another guy.”
“I don’t know what I’d do if you did. I’ve never felt like this before. Jesus! I’m jealous of any other man who even gets your attention.”
“Because of what happened to me?” she queried softly.
He hesitated before answering. “I’m not sure. It’s like when you disappeared, I realized that I might have lost something that I should have pursued a long time ago. I’ve always been attracted to you, but I thought you deserved a hell of a lot more than the mad scientist who knows nothing about a real relationship or romance. And you were Chloe’s best friend. Hell, my entire family is almost like family to you. It could have ended up awkward if you weren’t interested.”
Tears welled up in Ellie’s eyes as she watched Zane make himself so vulnerable. How could he have ever assumed she wouldn’t want to go out with him? “I was infatuated with you when I was in high school, and it never went away, even when you came back to visit when you were in college. But you were so smart, so handsome, and so rich. I told myself that someone like you could never care about a chubby, plain, and desperately poor woman like me. So when you were home, I kept my distance when I could so I didn’t make a fool out of myself.” Her heart felt like a fist was tightening around it, and her tears flowed faster.
“You were curvy, something that got me hard every time I looked at you, sweetheart.” He pulled her into his lap and held her like he couldn’t let go. “I loved your beautiful blue eyes and crazy sexy blonde hair. You’re beautiful, Ell. You always have been. But what I’ve always liked about you is that you accept me the way that I am. Hell, I’m thinking you even like me the way I am.” Zane took a deep breath before he asked, “So can we try this? Can you be happy with a guy who isn’t exactly polished with romantic words or one who doesn’t always know what to do when you cry like you’re doing right now? Oh hell, why are you crying?”
She smiled at him through her tears. “Because, even though you profess not to be a romantic guy, I think what you just said was probably the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”
They stayed in Denver for the next few months, and Ellie was happier than she could remember being in her entire life. Most of the day, she worked at her own desk in Zane’s enormous office that he never used. Most of his time was spent in the secured research area of the enormous building.
Strange, but she’d never quite realized just how big or multinational his laboratories actually were, or just how much responsibility he took onto his broad shoulders. Occasionally, she had to remind him that he alone wasn’t responsible for curing or preventing every health issue in the world.
Lately, he’d smiled and laughed more than she’d imagined possible. She cherished every naughty grin and amused bark of laughter that left his mouth, because she thought he took himself way too seriously.
With ongoing counseling, not only was Ellie starting to recover from her traumatic imprisonment—although there were some things that might never quite go away—but she was also starting to see herself differently. No longer did she look at herself and see a woman who wasn’t the least bit interesting or attractive. She saw herself as a woman who was trying to improve herself, be what she should have been before she’d been kidnapped.
With Zane’s permission, she’d put a workshop in his finished basement, using the downstairs kitchen that he’d never even touched to set up shop. Slowly, her Internet business was growing, and Ellie was studying and experimenting every chance she got. Her products were beginning to catch on, and suddenly everybody wanted to try some of her aromatherapy fragrances.
Every weekend, she and Zane would go somewhere she’d never been before, and she’d started to actually explore the world outside Rocky Springs and even beyond Denver. Even though she’d always love her beautiful hometown in the mountains, she loved the fact that Zane surprised her with a new destination to see at the end of every week.
Last weekend, he’d flown them to California so she could see the Pacific Ocean, and they’d played like children for two days on the beach.
The nights belonged to them, and Zane had made it his mission to see how many ways he could pleasure her body. Turned out, he really did have very dirty fantasies
about her, and she had cried out with pleasure through every one of them.
Ellie had reached her goal for weight gain, so she tried to spend as much time getting off her butt as possible. Zane had an indoor pool in his Denver mansion just like he had in Rocky Springs, so she tried to swim every evening, and tried to do some time on the treadmill as often as possible. So far, her weight had stayed steady.
Though, if she were honest, the workout Zane gave her in bed every night was probably why she wasn’t gaining weight. He’d taken her to just about every restaurant in the area that he personally liked, every single one of them fantastic.
Her only complaint was that he wouldn’t let her settle her old debt with him. He refused to let her pay for anything, nor would he take any part of her paycheck as his assistant to try to pay him back for all that he’d done for her in the past. In fact, he refused to even acknowledge that she owed him anything.
It was the only thing they ever really fought over.
Unlike some couples, the remote control was never an issue. She loved watching the science channels with him, and he’d become almost as addicted to her crime shows as she had always been. They rarely missed an episode of Supernatural, but if they did, they were quick to pick it up on demand. It seemed they were equally quirky about what shows and movies they watched.
Tonight, she’d left him watching a documentary on TV to go down to her workshop and pack some products. Ellie made it a point to make sure her orders got out for delivery quickly.
“I missed you,” Zane’s voice said huskily from behind her.
She’d heard him coming downstairs, but hadn’t expected to suddenly feel his hard body pressed against her back. She startled, nearly dropping the candles she was packing.
He stretched out his hand and caught the box expertly, setting it back on the counter.
Ellie’s heart still racing, she turned around in his arms. “You scared me,” she told him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.