by J. S. Cooper
“Why do you look like I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to you then?”
“I just heard myself say those words and I wondered how I became the cliché king.” He laughed. “I never thought I’d say a statement like that.”
“You never thought you’d be in love?” I knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say the words that warmed my heart. I loved the fact that I was Zane’s first real love.
“No. Never. I never wanted it.” He sighed. “Sometimes I wonder if my life was easier before you came into it.”
“So you wish you never met me?” I pulled away from him, slightly hurt.
“No. No.” His eyes pierced into mine. “Never that. I just care about you so much that sometimes I don’t even know where I am or what I’m doing. I’m consumed with thoughts of you and your well-being.”
“That’s not so bad.” I smiled up at him. “I think about you a lot as well, you know.”
“I need to know you’re safe at all times.” He paused. “And that you’ll never leave me.”
“I’ll never leave you, Zane.” I reached up and kissed him slowly, increasing the pressure of my lips on his before pushing my tongue into his mouth. He grabbed a hold of it eagerly and I felt him nibble on my tongue before sucking it. I reached my hands up to run my fingers through his hair and he cupped my ass and brought me in against him hard. I felt his hands run up my back and under my top. He unclasped my bra and I lifted my arms up so he could pull my top off. He yanked it off and my bra was tossed to the side right after it. I grabbed his shirt and undid the buttons quickly, pulling it off of him and crushing my breasts against his naked chest. I giggled as his chest hair rubbed against my nipples and he growled as he reached up to cup my right breast, squeezing and molding it to his hand.
I sighed against his lips and ran my hands up and down his back. Zane broke away from me and kissed down my neck lightly and across my collarbone. Within seconds, I felt his lips sucking on my breasts and his teeth nibbled on my nipple.
“Oh, Zane,” I moaned as he set my body on fire with desire. “Ooh.” I cried out as his mouth left my breast, but all was right again when I felt his lips move over to focus on the other one. “Stop,” I whispered as I felt his hands on my pants. “We should go upstairs.”
“Why?” He growled, and he grinned as he pulled my pants down. I stepped out of them quickly, only slightly self-conscious of the fact that I was standing there in just my underwear.
“Because we’re about to, you know.” I smiled at him, blushing.
“We don’t have to have sex in only the bedroom, you know.”
“But this is the dining room.” I looked up at him in shock.
“So?” He laughed and I felt his fingers slide between my legs. “It seems to me that you’re ready now.”
“Oh, ah.” I closed my eyes as he explored me with his fingers, delighting in the roughness against my inner skin. The tips of his fingers caressed my throbbing blossom and I felt a wanton need fill my whole body. He removed his fingers from my wetness and I cried out, wanting and needing to feel him there and inside of me. “Zane.” I moaned his name and he looked down at me with desire-filled eyes and a satisfied smile.
I grabbed a hold of his jeans and pulled them down so that I could release him from the cage. His penis leaped out at me and I took hold of it and delighted in its warmth and girth. I played with it in my fingers before slowly going down onto my knees. I stared up at his surprised eyes and maintained eye contact as I took him into my mouth. He tasted salty and warm and I slid my tongue along his girth as I sucked him. Zane grunted and leaned back against the table. His hands reached down to my head and he played with my hair as I pleasured him. I felt him grow harder in my mouth and I was excited to feel him inside of me.
“Stop,” he groaned and pulled me away from him. “I’m going to come.”
“I don’t mind.” I tried to put him back in my mouth, but he shook his head and pulled me up towards him. He lifted me up onto the dining room table and slid my panties down to my ankles before lifting my legs up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom wrapper before sliding it on and giving me a small wink. My heart was pounding as I stared at him up above me and then I felt him slide his length into me. All I could think about was how good he felt inside me, and how I never wanted this feeling to end. He slid back and forth slowly and I grabbed him towards me, urging him to go faster.
“Not yet, my love.” He shook his head and grinned, and pulled himself out of me completely. I groaned at his withdrawal and tried to sit up, but he pushed me back on the table and leaned down. Before I knew it, his tongue was on me, and then in me, and I cried out to the heavens above as he lapped me up and sucked on my sweet spot. I couldn’t contain myself and I felt my body shudder as I came furiously, all while Zane was still there licking and teasing and sucking. I lay there, overcome with emotion, and Zane looked up at me with hooded eyes. I stared at him and smiled, a sweet sleepy smile and he lifted his face up and pulled me towards him again. Within seconds I felt him push himself into me again, only this time, there was nothing slow about his movements. He slammed into me furiously and I felt him in places I never knew existed. A second orgasm built up in me and he reached his fingers down to play with me as he made passionate love to me. I screamed as his intensity increased, along with the pressure of his fingertips against me. My body started trembling as I came for a second time, and I saw Zane grinning before I felt his body tremble. I then heard his deep grunts of satisfaction before he pulled out of me.
I saw him pull the full condom off of his penis and drop it somewhere before pulling me up against him. He kissed me eagerly and I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him back.
“Next time, we’ll try and come at the same time,” he whispered in my ear and lifted me up. “And now, we can go to bed.”
“Shouldn’t we clean up first?” I looked around at the mess.
“No.” And with that he carried me up the stairs slowly and to his bedroom before laying me down on the bed. He stood there and watched me as I stretched and he smiled down at me sweetly. “I think I could watch you naked in my bed for hours.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.” I smiled and squirmed. “I’d rather you lay down in the bed beside me.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I need someone to keep me warm.” I grinned up at him.
“To keep you warm, huh?” He fell on the bed next to me and reached over and ran his hands across my breasts. “Is that all?”
“Yup.” I grinned and moaned as I felt the excitement build up in me again at his touch. “I want to feel warm and toasty.”
“I’ll give you warm and toasty.” He laughed and sat on top of me, straddling his legs across mine. He reached down to his penis and I felt him rubbing the tip of it against my opening.
“Zane,” I groaned as I felt myself growing wet again.
“Yes, my dear?” He grinned as he caressed me with his member. He was now hard again and he brushed it up against me with intensity, allowing it to rest at my entrance for a second before pulling away.
“Nothing.” I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him before running my hands across his firm butt.
“Nothing?” He pushed himself into me halfway and I groaned as he pulled back out of me. He then rolled over and faked a yawn. “I think I’ll take a little nap.”
“You suck.” I rolled over to stare at him, my body still a quivering mess.
“Oh yeah?” He rolled over so he was facing me and his eyes sparkled. “I thought you liked it when I sucked?”
“Pervert.”
“You wish.” He reached over and kissed my nose. “You’ve got such a cute button nose, did you know that?”
“No.” I smiled back at him, staring into his eyes.
“I want to bite it, it’s so cute.”
“You want to bite everything.” I laughed.
“I do?” He smirked at me. “If you say so.
”
“You love to bite.”
“I’d love to bite your butt.”
“What?” I looked at him curiously. “My butt?”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “Does that shock you?”
“You’d have to want to do a bit more than that to shock me.” I laughed. “A lot more.”
“What if I told you I wanted to take you in the ass?” he whispered, staring at me intently.
“What?” My voice was loud and shocked, and he laughed.
“You should see your expression right now.” He ran a finger across my cheek. “I’m guessing that means you’ve never done it?”
“Done what?” I could barely get the words out.
“Made love in the backdoor?”
“Made love in the backdoor?” I laughed. “I think it’s generally known as anal, and no I haven’t.”
“Hmm.” He licked his lips. “So I guess I can still take your virginity.”
“Zane.” I hit him lightly in the chest. “You’re gross.”
“It’s not gross.” He laughed and his eyes teased me.
“Have you done it?” I looked at him, with a slightly sad feeling.
“Uh oh.” He looked at me with uncertainty. “We’re not going to have the sex talk, are we?”
“The sex talk?” I was confused.
“The how many partners, how many different places, how many positions talk?”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” I paused. “But I suppose if you want to.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never found these conversations to be very helpful in relationships.”
“I thought you haven’t been in relationships before.” I frowned.
“I’ve never been in love. Of course I’ve dated. I’m not a monk.”
“Okay.” I felt jealousy stirring in my stomach. “So have you made love in the backdoor before?”
“Uh oh, what have I done?” He sighed. “Lucky, don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.” I protested. “I just want to know.”
“Then yes, yes I have.”
“I see.” I looked away from him, trying to ignore the gnawing at my heart. “And was it everything you had hoped it to be?”
“What?” He looked bemused. “Anal sex?”
“Yes.”
“It wasn’t all that.” He laughed. “I could take it or leave it.”
“I see.” I looked down and he grabbed my chin so that I would look at him.
“I’ve never made love to someone with a pussy as sweet as yours, my dear.”
“Zane.” I blushed furiously at his words.
“Well, it’s the truth.” He grinned at me and leaned forward. “Your pussy was made for my cock.”
“Zane!” I shook my head at the crudeness of his words, while delighted inside that he had said them.
“I fit in you perfectly. Your body was made to welcome me. It was made to pleasure me. It was made to turn me on.” He growled. “I can barely look at you without wanting you.”
“Liar.” I happily blushed again.
“It’s true. I want you like no woman I’ve ever wanted before in my life.”
“And I guess there have been plenty of them?”
“We’re definitely not having this conversation, Lucky.” He licked my lips and stared into my eyes. “I’m with you and the past doesn’t matter, okay?”
“I guess.”
“Okay?”
“Okay,” I sighed, wondering just how many women he had been with. He was gorgeous and rich; he must have been with plenty of women. And I bet they were all beautiful, a lot prettier than me, with perfect bodies. Zane could have any woman he wanted. I felt insecure as I lay there in his arms. Why would he want me when he could have any of those women?
“Lucky, look at me,” Zane sighed. “Please believe me when I say that I don’t want to be with anyone but you.”
I stared at him in amazement, wondering if he had a wiretap on my mind and was now able to read my thoughts as well. As I gazed into his blue eyes, I could see the love he had for me shining through his irises.
“You’re a goof.” I kissed him.
“I want to make love to you again so badly,” he growled in my ear. “I want to feel my skin on your skin.”
“You feel it now.”
“I want my cock to feel the heat of your pussy as it slides up in you and makes you quiver and tremble,” he whispered again and I blushed.
“Zane!”
“Maybe soon.” He smiled wickedly. “If you’re pregnant, we can have all the unprotected sex we want.”
“Oh.” My eyes widened at his words. “I guess we can.”
“And if you’re not, will you go on birth control?” His voice was hesitant.
“Birth control?” I frowned.
“Well, if you’re not pregnant, then we want to make sure you don’t get pregnant.” He laughed.
“Oh, yeah.”
“I’m all for safe sex and condoms, but when I make love to you, I want to feel all of you. I want to smell, taste, hear, and feel every emotion in your body as I make love to you.”
“What if I’m already pregnant?” I looked at him with an anxious expression. It seemed to me that he was hoping I wasn’t. It seemed to me that he didn’t really want me to have a baby—his baby.
“If you’re pregnant, we’ll do the right thing.” He smiled tightly. “We’ll go to the classes and get the books and get ready to welcome a baby into the world.”
“Okay.” So nothing about marriage then, I was disappointed in myself and in him. How could I expect him to want to marry me? He barely knew me. He knows you well enough to let you sleep in his bed and stay in his house though, a voice whispered in me. Shut up, the other voice shouted. Marriage is a big step. Just shut up. I plastered a wide smile on my face so Zane couldn’t see how let down I felt.
“We should go to the doctor tomorrow and check.” He stared into my eyes. “If you’re okay with that.”
“That’s fine.” I smiled tightly and pressed my face into his chest.
“We’d be a regular little family then,” he whispered into my hair. “We’d be connected for life.”
“Yes, yes we would,” I whispered against his chest, and at that moment I knew. I knew that despite all my worries and concerns, I wanted to be pregnant. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man in it, it didn’t matter to me how he was in it, he just needed to be in it in some way. I wanted to love and hold onto Zane Beaumont forever, and at times like these, when I was cuddled against his warm chest and could feel his breath on my skin, I felt like it was a possibility. I felt like we had a real shot.
Finding out that he had had a crush on me as well when he had been going to the diner made my heart soar. I knew that to some people, it may have been creepy that he had tried so hard to get me to that party to get to know him better, but that just made me love him more. It showed me that what we had wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing. He had been noticing me for all those months as well. We’d had a real connection in the diner. It wasn’t just on my side. What I dreamt about for myself and for him could be a real possibility. I knew that if we had a baby, it would bring us even closer together. A baby would bond us for life. That’s what I hoped at least. I just wanted to hold onto Zane forever.
“Penny for them.” Zane pulled me back slightly so he could look at me.
“I was just thinking that you do a great job at keeping me warm.” I smiled at him sweetly. “You’re like my personal blanket.”
“I see.” He grinned at me. “Do you need some inner heat as well?”
I cocked my head and pretended to think. “Well, I do feel a slight empty coldness.”
“I see. Well I can’t let that continue, can I?”
“I hope not,” I grinned back at him and then pushed him back onto the bed before straddling him. “Though sometimes I like to make myself warm.”
“Oh?” His eyes clouded with desire as I rubbed myself back
and forth on him.
“Yes, sometimes I like to take control.” I grinned and watched his face as I slid down on him and started rocking back and forth.
“I have to say, I like it when you take control.” Zane grinned and reached up to bring me down for a kiss, and as I rode him, I felt myself losing control. I felt the heat rising through me quickly and as I felt my first climax trembling through my body, I knew I was in for another wild night.
Chapter 5
Zane
It was still dark outside and I laid as still as possible so I wouldn’t wake up Lucky. I laid staring out the window and imagined that the stars I saw twinkling were those of my mother and Noah. Though, I didn’t really know where my mother was or what had happened to her. It was as if a whole part of my life was unknown to me. I continued watching the stars and held Lucky close to me as she slept in my arms.
“Everything okay?” she whispered sleepily, and I froze.
“Yes, sorry for waking you.”
“You didn’t wake me.” She turned over and stared at me. “I’ve been awake for a while.”
“Oh?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.” She smiled sweetly and my heart stirred with an emotion I had never felt before.
“I didn’t want to wake you either.”
“Well, we did a good job of that.” She laughed and stretched against me. “What were you thinking about? You look so serious in the moonlight.”
“I was thinking about my mom.” I kept my voice light.
“You think about her a lot, don’t you?”
“Yeah, her and Noah.” I attempted a smile. “I have memories that sometimes flash in my mind as if someone was putting a photograph in front of my eyes.”
“Oh?” I could tell that Lucky wanted to know me, so I continued.
“I was only six when my mom left, you know. And Noah was four.” I frowned. “We didn’t really understand what was going on. Every morning I would take my blanket and sit at the top of the stairs, waiting for her to come home.”
“Oh, Zane.”