by J. B. Baker
“Girlfriend, huh?” I snicker. By now I’m only one pace away from Zac. I flick my head. Promptly, he lets go of Zoey. She sidesteps Zac and skips to my side. Feeling her standing next to me is the best thing in the world. “You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah…just. Thank god you are here,” she says between nervous breaths.
“You know how these things are…when couples argue,” says Zac, trying to explain himself. I immediately notice the subtle truculent gestures he makes – he’s preparing for a fight. It’s an instinct I have; I can pick up a move before it is even made.
“I sure do. Now fuck off and leave your imaginary girlfriend alone,” I say.
“Imaginary?”
“Yeah, because as of this morning, Zoey and I have been going steady. So, that makes her my girlfriend. And you really don’t want to know what I do to guys when they pester my gal,” I growl.
“I have to warn you that I can’t let this go through.” Zac swallows deeply. “I’m a black belt in…”
“In bullshit,” I snarl. I feel Zoey shudder next to me. “Anybody who has to announce that shit is full of the stuff.” I step closer until only a hand’s breadth separates my face from Zac’s. “Do you really want to go through with this?” I ask half lifting the relatively well-built man until he’s on tiptoes before me. I ram his back against the garage door.
I see all kinds of emotions playing on the other man’s face. The reek of too much booze assaults my nostrils. “Are you trying to knock me down with the fumes coming out of your mouth or do you want to fight?”
Zac stutters something inaudible. I feel his entire frame shuddering in my grip. I lower him down some until the flats of his feet are back on the ground. With a taut finger, I press into his sternum, eliciting a cry of pain. “If you aren’t gone in two seconds, I will stop the talking and start the beating. Assholes like you belong behind bars for frightening women – ex-girlfriend or not. For the future remember, no is no.”
Zac barely manages a nod. Without another word or a look at Zoey or me, he races around the corner and disappears from sight.
I turn to a wide-eyed Zoey. “I guess you better be a little more careful in your choice in men in the future. That one over there is a real shit bug.”
This remark makes Zoey laugh. “Would you like to come inside? I think I owe my new boyfriend a thank you for what he did.” Her eyes twinkle at me when she says this. She then proceeds to tell me how Zac cornered her when she got back home from work.
Once inside, I sit down on the sofa. I scan the room. I like it. The roof is in a triangular shape and has wooden beams crossing the space above our heads. There is one large comfortable sofa and two chairs along with a coffee table in the middle.
My gaze takes me to Zoey in the kitchen. I can feel a growl wanting to creep up my throat and spew from my mouth. What the fuck am I doing sitting here? The hottest woman I have ever seen is over there struggling with the wine bottle.
I get to my feet and walk over to where she is standing with her back facing me in her open-plan kitchen. “Do you need a hand?” I ask, moving my arms past her from behind. I press my body against hers, take her hands in mine and guide them to the countertop.
My nose is buried in her mane of red-golden hair. I drink in her scent that crawls up my nostrils, frying the neurons in my brain. Fuck, the scent is hardwired into my cock. In seconds I am hard as hell. It takes me like forever to realize what I am doing. This is the old Noah, the man who would take advantage of a tense situation for a fuck. No! I release her hands and step back.
“Noah, I need you now.” Zoey turns and presses her frame against mine, making me groan when I feel the litheness of her body against my raging cock through the fabric of our clothing. She rubs herself against me like a cat. “You’re so hard for me, Noah.” Her desire surprises me. I never expected such a reaction.
I growl an affirmation. I need her. My brief attempt at chivalry was for naught as primal urges rush over me in a torrent of heat. I pull her closer by the hips as I crush my mouth against hers. The taste of it is incredible. My tongue performs a merry dance with hers, enmeshing us in an unbreakable vice of denied passion finally set free. The kiss is all and better than anything I imagined. Zoey takes all of me in, sucking and licking my tongue with deft strokes. I counter until we have attained our rhythm that belongs only to us.
My hands that had frozen on her hips because of the kiss’s intensity start to move up her body. I take one of her breasts into my hand while with the other I round her back. Zoey shudders against me, deepening the kiss and pulling on my belt angrily. When she opens it, I pull away. “No, we can’t do this.”
Zoey frowns. “Why not, Noah?” I can see that her mind is working like crazy. I can see the confusion, and to some extent, the hurt plays on her face.
“It’s not you, Zoey.”
“What is it then?”
“I don’t want you to think that I am using you,” I say. I can see that she’s pleased to hear this. At the same time, I see the disappointment at being denied the pleasure of us being together more intimately skirt her face.
Zoey moves closer and plants a kiss on my lips. “I am a big girl. There’s no need for you to worry about that. I want you, Noah Jackson. I always have. Now, stop fucking everything up and do the right thing,” she whispers into my mouth, ending her speech with a little lick of her tongue.
I chuckle. “I do tend to say the wrong stuff when we are together.”
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me. I want to thank you properly for defending me earlier. It was so he-man and sexy.” She licks my lips again. “Do you know how wet I am for you right now?”
I say nothing – this woman is incredible – placid pools do run deep, I think, referring to her habitual equanimity. I just succumb to her need. The entire time, my cock stayed erect and ached with wanting. When I feel her hand brush against it through my briefs, I know there is no way back. I need to claim Zoey Brooks this night, and there is no turning back.
“What do you want me to do with this?” Zoey squeezes my cock through the fabric of my briefs. Her voice is a melodious purr.
I grab her by the ass and pull her closer. At 6’2’’, I tower above her. I look down into her ocean blue eyes. I can see her need reflected in them. “I…” I am speechless I realize. Zoey is so different to what I expected. Usually, I make the calls with women. Now, it appears that she is calling the shots.
“Tell me, Noah,” she hisses. Her mouth is barely a finger’s width from my lips. I can smell the scent of coffee and her lust on her breath. Her tasteful perfume mingles with it and that of her healthy body musk. It sends the neurons in my head into a series of kamikaze swirls – this woman drives me nuts with wanting.
Another slight stroke of my cock makes me instinctively flex my hips. Another waft of her fragrance sends a fresh jolt to my erection. I bury my nose in hair and inhale deeply.
“Tell me now,” she says more forcefully as she slides her hand into my briefs from above. I groan when I feel Zoey’s hand circling the tip of my cock with her thumb and fingers. She pushes me back so that she can look into my eyes while she is doing this.
A naughty smile plays across her mouth. She licks her lips, her pink tongue leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. “Tell me,” she says once more, her voice laced with traces of her covetousness. Her treatment of my erection is relentless – circle, stroke, pull and then circle, stroke, pull – I almost forget where I am as I let her have her way with me. “Tell me what you want, Noah?”
I do not say a word as I flip Zoey around and pinion her on the counter. She lets out a small shriek that only increases my ardor. I hitch up her work skirt until it moves above her ass. Moments later, I grip the edges of her panties, pulling on them with my hands until they slide down her long legs. Like a crazy man, I get down on my knees and bury my face in her ass.
“Oh, Noah…argh.”
“Consider yourself told,” I hiss, licking her pussy from b
ehind. “You’re as sweet as a peach.” I relish her taste and the way she squirms for me. I hear her nails scratch the counter surface. With my hands firmly on her ass, I continue lashing at her sex with my tongue, while I massage her hard ass cheeks. I’m like a starving man after being given his first meal in weeks. I treat Zoey’s soaking pussy with the same relish as he would the food.
Fuck, she’s so tight and sultry. I move my right hand down her backside. I can’t resist slapping it – Zoey shrieks. I slip it between her legs that she has parted for me slightly so that I have better access. I insert two fingers inside of her.
“Oh, Noah. I need to feel your cock inside of me.” She arches her back to make her point. Now, I have even more access to her ass and pussy; I can’t resist licking her heat for a few more heartbeats.
I kiss my way over her curves until I’m standing upright behind her. Seeing Zoey bent over with her legs spread is so damn hot. I move lower and kiss the crook of her neck. “I’m going to fuck you hard now. I am going to give you what you want.”
CHAPTER 12: ZOEY
“Yes, Noah. Take me now.” I need this man inside of me this very instant. My mind is full of the dreams and visions I had of him pleasuring and fucking me. And now I have the guy exactly where I want him. “Fuck me, Noah.” My hero and savior – somehow, the incident with Zac has worked on me like an aphrodisiac. I have never been so wet between my legs before.
“Are you on anything? Do we need a condom?” he asks.
This frustrates me despite the reasonableness of his question. I want him now, and I will deal with the consequences later. Gone is levelheaded Zoey and welcome, ‘Miss Wanton Horny Bitch.’
“I get regular tests,” he adds.
I turn around. “Stop ruining this and fuck me,” I hiss at him, my eyes like daggers. I rip open my white shirt, exposing my bra. I glower at him as I begin to unbutton his shirt. I can’t help looking down at his cock. So far I only felt it. Seeing it for the first time makes me wetter still. I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.
It’s too much for him. In moments, his hands are on my breasts. He unclasps my bra, forcing my tits to bounce out. Noah growls his approval and promptly takes a nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. After I pull his shirt off, I grab his erection, pulling him closer to me.
“Oh, Noah. That feels so good.” I knew it would. I moan again and pull on his cock when he flicks his tongue on my nipple while he massages my other breast with one hand. Another moan escapes my mouth when his one remaining hand skates over my pussy.
“I am going to fuck you now, Zoey.”
“Yes, do it now.” I pull on his erection, guiding it to my wet pussy. When I feel the tip brush against my folds, I cry out. The touch is so light, but it is what I have been craving ever since I saw this man. “Oh, my God,” I scream when Noah flexes with his hips, slowly entering me. I let him in easily despite his girth. That is how aroused I am and in need of this man.
It feels better than anything. Oh, my God, Noah feels so good inside of me. I can’t believe that we were in such need of each other that we are fucking on the kitchen counter. It feels as if his big cock is splitting me apart. I’ve never had a man so big before.
I cry out. With each tentative thrust, Noah constantly hits a spot inside of me that sends electrical waves from my pussy all over my body. It’s so fucking amazing to feel his tip press against my cervix and pull back again.
My nipples are as hard as pebbles, and my tits feel so great in his hands. Fuck, this guy sure knows how to massage a pair of them. If he keeps his mouth shut, he knows how to treat a woman, point. There’s a spike of delight and a slight pain when he tweaks my nipples with his fingers. The sensation is hard-wired to my clit, and I fucking love it. “Oh, Noah, yes.”
“Feels good, huh?”
“Yes, yes, you feel so good,” I hiss.
I can feel the palms of my hands trying to become one with the cold granite surface on my kitchen counter as I press them down. The feeling of his cock moving back and forth between my wet lips is beyond anything I have ever experienced with a man before. Fuck, I can barely think. This man has robbed me of all of my cognitive functions. I hold my breath as he pushes his erection deeper and deeper. Noah is working me really slowly now. I know that he’s trying to pace himself lest he gushes inside of me – NO!
“You can’t come inside of me. I am not on the pill,” I hiss into his ear.
“Okay,” he responds between deep breaths.
Is that all he has to say? My mind loses this brief lucidity the moment Noah starts to pound me harder. Being stretched to the limit down there stings a little, making it almost too much to bear. Letting go is so worth it though. When Noah’s thumb rubs against my clit, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain makes my belly muscles pull together, and my butt cheeks shudder. The combination of his big cock and thumb has me muttering incoherently like a fool.
He kisses my neck and nibbles on my earlobe. He is so deep inside of me - the feeling is sensational. I arch my back – I need more of him if that were even possible. It feels like I can’t move; I don’t even want to breathe. Sometimes I think that I’ve forgotten how to do many things since having Noah Jackson inside of me.
With his hands on my hips, Noah fucks me just the way he wants to, and I fucking love it. I would be this man’s whore if he asked me to. He’s so damn sexy. I can barely hold this position we are in. I press my lips together when Noah leans down again to plant a kiss on my lips. At the same time, his deft fingers continue to spoil my clit with expert ministrations.
“Argh, Noah!” It’s too much; too much all at once.
“Come for me,” he hisses into my ear. “Come for me now.” His fingers circle my clit a few more times. His big cock twitches and ploughs into me with relentless zeal.
I press my forehead against his hard chest, relishing in the scent of sex – of us. It feels like I’m trying to escape Noah’s relentless lunges. He continues to bite, suck and kiss my neck. He fucks me harder upon seeing me writhing below him. He pulls back so that he can look into my eyes. It’s the closest I have ever felt to anyone in my life. I can literarily see into his soul and he into mine.
The sensation is magical. I can feel him all over and inside my body. His flesh, his being and everything that is Noah are now also a part of me. I love it, and I never want to let go of it. Our gazes never once unlock. I can see so clearly, clearer than ever before. I revel in the feral expression on his face that is also the sweetest thing I have ever seen. It’s all for me – I am doing this to him.
“Zoey, you are so beautiful; I can’t last for much longer.”
No, no, not yet, just a little more…yes, Noah, keep fucking me. The heat swells over my body like molten lava. Inside of me, Noah’s cock seems to reach epic proportion as it swells in size. My pussy accommodates him by clenching and goading his flesh further until a blinding light flashes before my eyes.
It appears to consist of all of the colors in the rainbow. At the same time, paralyzing pleasure flows over me, claiming my entire body as I come apart below him. I can still feel him swelling inside of me as I melt onto his cock. His heavy breathing intermingles with my deep cries as I attempt to inhale as much air as possible lest I collapse onto the kitchen counter.
Noah cries out. At the same time, I feel him slide out of me. I need to close my eyes and rest after my orgasm, but I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I want to see him come apart for me. I need to see how Noah climaxes because of me.
All of the muscles on his body tense. I reach out. I need to control this. I grab his cock and start to jerk it. It feels silky smooth from the juices of my intense orgasm. His face contorts into a sublime rictus as I pump and pump. It feels so good. I reach forward and cup his balls with my other hand. I am addicted to this man. I want him to shower me with his love.
He cries out in the most feral snarl imaginable. I grin at him, my gaze never leaving his. In moments, I feel a warm sticky
substance spray onto my belly and breasts. Some of it even reaches my face and mouth. I lick my lips, relishing his taste as I continue to bask in this hedonistic carnal encounter. It feels so delightfully dirty to have this Greek god of a man ejaculate all over me. It’s as if he is laying claim to me for all eternity.
“Jesus, Zoey. That was incredible,” says Noah, collapsing onto me.
“Yeah, I had the most unbelievable climax.” I feel my legs shudder beneath me. If my upper body weren't pinioned on the counter by Noah’s weight, I would have slid onto the floor.
I purr contently when he kisses my neck. He grips my chin in his hand and kisses me like he truly needs me. My heart swells in my chest as I find myself kissing him back passionately and with the same force. I’m saddened when I feel his cock slip away from me. It’s as if our divine connection has been broken.
With his departure, the last vestiges of orgasm finally leave me and reality sets in. I start to feel a little apprehensive. I don’t want to be left in a position in which I would get hurt again. My breathing speeds up until the only thing I can hear is my heart pounding in my chest. Zac hurt me even though I didn’t love him anymore.
And what about Noah? Is he even able to have a relationship? Does he want or need one? James Jackson is of that opinion or otherwise he wouldn’t have told me what a great couple we would make. He said that Noah really likes me and that it was the reason he behaved like such a fool around me.
With my heart hammering away like a cylinder in an engine, I wait for Noah to say something. To tell me that what we had just done was incredible was a start. Now, I need a little more reassurance. I relish feeling him close to me. He seems as reluctant as I am to release our hold of each other no matter how uncomfortable the counter is. For the moment, he seems content to have his nose buried in my hair.
“Zoey?”
I tense when I hear his voice. I don’t know for how long we have been standing in my kitchen holding on to each other. “Yes.”