Operation Owl (Beyond Fairytales)

by Tara Quan

  Chapter Six

  Maya didn’t know how much time passed before Zack eased his fingers out of her and stood. Still reeling from her climax, her breaths too shallow to fill her lungs, she leaned against the door. Who knew remaining upright could be a continuing struggle?

  She opened her eyes and watched him peel off his T-shirt. It joined her pile of ruined clothing, followed soon after by his jeans and briefs. She licked her lips as she catalogued his defined chest and shoulders, the toned shape of his arms, and the shadowed ridges lining his abdomen, averting her gaze after she passed his navel.

  “Like what you see?” His crooked grin belied his confidence.

  Suspecting which body part he meant, she took a deep breath and continued her scrutiny. Filled with blood, his penis was much darker than the rest of him, with prominent veins snaking toward the engorged head. With an arched eyebrow, she reached forward and traced the ridge with her index finger, frowning when the appendage grew even larger.

  A drop of moisture emerged from the very tip. He brushed it with the pad of his index finger before taking a step closer. He caught her chin with his other hand and pressed his wet digit against her lower lip. “I asked you a question.”

  Displaying a bravado she hadn’t known she possessed, she snaked out her tongue to taste. Then she favored his sculpted body with a slow, sweeping gaze and batted her eyelashes. “This is me—falling at your feet.”

  He sighed. “You’re hard to impress. Do you know how many hours of pain and suffering this took?” He made a circular motion around his chest.

  She shrugged. “You didn’t exactly do it for my benefit.” Jealousy, inexplicable and unwanted, hindered her appreciation.

  He placed his hands on either side of her head. This close, she could see beads of sweat forming at his temples. “Practice makes perfect. And yes, I’ve had quite a bit of that since the last time we kissed.”

  She licked her lips. “While we’re on this topic….”

  He pressed his thumb over her lips. “I don’t expect you to still be a virgin—”

  She swallowed. That was going to be problematic.

  “—but it’s probably best you don’t tell me about all your past boyfriends at this particular moment.”

  It wouldn’t take long, considering the list’s brevity. She lifted her chin. “So what happened to you not kissing me?”

  “You won.” He bent his neck, bringing his lips a breath away from hers. “And so did I.”

  He captured her mouth as his hands lowered to palm her breasts. Pinching her nipples, he silenced her moans with his kiss. Already over-sensitized, she arched her back into his hold. A deep-seated yearning clawed at her belly. Damp heat spread once more between her thighs. Pleasure and pain coiled into a rope of ecstasy, winding tighter with each skilled caress. Her toes curled, her inner-muscles spasmed. Not yet ready for another complete surrender, she flattened her hands against his chest and pushed, the effort so weak it might as well be an invitation.

  He countered her move by pinning her wrists to the door, his mouth moving down to close over her abused nipple. Thought ceased, leaving only a roaring in her mind and an inferno that threatened to burn her from within. She writhed, uncertain if she was struggling to break free or urging him to do more. His grip as unyielding as his mouth, she remained his prisoner as he switched to her other breast and forced high-pitched cries from her throat.

  When he stopped, their chests both heaved as if they had run a 10k. She couldn’t tell if the moisture slicking their skin was rain or sweat. She sagged back as he unearthed his wallet from his crumpled jeans, watching in anticipation and trepidation while he pulled foil packets from the black leather.

  “Three?” She couldn’t resist asking. It seemed an odd number.

  He kept one in his hand, dropping the rest to the ground. “I’m a fan of multiple backups.”

  Curiosity prompted her to request, “May I?”

  He lifted an eyebrow as he handed her the condom. “Just so you know, this isn’t how I pictured our first time.”

  She glanced at him from under her lashes. “So you pictured me?”

  “Hell, yes.”

  “How do I compare to your fantasies?” She searched for directions on the silver foil and found nothing of use.

  He pointed at his erection, which, to her surprise and mounting concern, had become even more pronounced. “What do you think?”

  “Sure this will fit?” Latex stretched, but the size discrepancy seemed significant enough to warrant confirmation.

  His brows drew together. “You have done this before?”

  “Of course I have.” It being on a banana in health science class didn’t negate her experience. Curious, she lowered herself onto her knees for a better view. When she closed her fingers around his engorged member, it lifted. Even more liquid leaked out. Remembering the taste, she licked her lips.

  “Now you’re torturing me on purpose.”

  She looked up at his face to see an interesting mixture of resignation and cockiness. She felt empowered and smiled. “I’m not doing anything.”

  He fisted one hand in her hair. “That’s kind of the problem.”

  Though she lacked firsthand experience, she’d come across plenty of reading material on the subject. “Are you trying to tell me the condom needs lubrication to go on smoothly? From my mouth, perhaps?”

  “Maya—” A low warning.

  She fluttered her eyelashes. “Yes, Zack? Do you want something?”

  His eyes narrowed as he pulled her head closer.

  Unfazed by his silence, she parted her lips and ran her tongue over the smooth head. She’d rather liked the way he tasted. Encouraged by his low masculine rumble, she closed her mouth around the tip. His fingers clenched tighter, but he remained still, allowing her to decide how far she wanted to go. Relaxing her mouth, she brought him farther in.

  He cradled her nape as she moved back and forth, taking him deeper with each motion. She learned his shape with her tongue, circling the hardening shaft while she explored. Even as the submissive act made her abdomen tighten, even as damp heat gathered at the apex of her legs, anxiety warred with desire. He was almost too big for this. His girth forced her jaw apart. She couldn’t accommodate his full length—not without choking. How could he possibly fit inside her?

  His hips jerked. “Enough.” He held her head still and stepped back.

  Licking her lips, she met his gaze. The time to stop this had long since passed, and she wanted him too much to slow down.

  Yanking her up, he snatched the condom and tore the packet apart to reveal a circular piece of latex.

  She reached for it. “Can I do the honors?”

  “Not now.” It was his turn to speak in single-syllable words.

  He smoothed the condom on and stepped forward. Her back met the door. His right hand closed around her neck, his thumb resting between her collarbones. Her stomach somersaulted.

  He tipped her head back, forcing their gazes to lock. “Did you have fun?”

  She gave him a jerky nod.

  “Good. It’s my turn.”

  “Zack, wait.”

  He could barely hear Maya through the roaring in his ears. He placed his palms on her butt and lifted. Her fingers closed over his shoulders as he wedged her thighs apart. He pushed forward, probing her. She gasped, her nails digging into him as he positioned himself against her slit.

  Easily supporting her slight weight, he took a moment to appreciate the view. Her dilated pupils melded with dark-brown irises, turning them almost black. Her parted lips were kiss-swollen and red from repeated abuse. Sweat glistened off her high cheekbones and pointed chin. Long, curly lashes framed her eyes, making them appear huge on her face.

  Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, her nipples a dusky brown against golden skin. Ebony tresses trailed over her shoulders and traced the curvature of her full breasts. A narrow waist led to lush hips and firm thighs, her proportions hourg
lass perfect despite her petite size.

  Where their bodies met, pearly moisture coated the tip of his cock. Her aroused clit peeked from under pink, newly shaven folds.

  “I need to tell you something,” she murmured, her tone hesitant and breathless.

  “Can’t it wait?” Hearing the impatience in his own voice, he winced.

  She stared at him for a long moment. Then she looped her legs around his waist, her ankles crossed at his lower back. “Okay, but you can’t yell at me later for not telling you.”

  His dick vetoed his brain’s request for further clarification. Right now, the lower body part called the shots. He pressed forward, but the pre-lubricated condom made his cock slide up instead of in, the motion grazing the engorged tip of her clit. She moaned, her head lolling back against the door.

  He tried again, his effort yielding the same result. The harder he pushed, the less successful his entry. After multiple attempts, his arousal approached torture. Her unique scent, the dreamy expression on her face, the feel of silky skin against his body and hands—it made all his muscles knot in anticipation. Repeated friction threatened to drive him over the edge, the contact turning painful. She, on the other hand, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.

  “Maya—”

  “Hmm…?” Her lids barely lifted.

  “I need a hand,” he gritted out.

  She opened one eye, the cheeky expression on her face suggesting she knew exactly what he was asking. “I see.”

  “No, you don’t see.” He pushed into her again, missed, and watched her lashes flutter. “If you want our first time to last more than five seconds, you’ll cooperate.”

  She pried both eyes open. “All the magazines say it’s about quality, not quantity.”

  Despite being on the brink of both climax and insanity, he laughed. “They lie. Now be a good girl and help me out.”

  Heaving a dramatic sigh, she reached between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his cock. His hips jerking, he grunted. Closing his eyes, he counted back from ten. “Hurry up.”

  “Someone’s bossy.”

  A hint of fear laced her tone, prompting him to take a closer look at her face. “You okay?”

  She squared her shoulders, her expression resolute. “Fine. Peachy. Let’s get this over with.”

  He chuckled. “That’s what every guy wants to hear.”

  With her hand guiding him, he eased into her one torturous inch. She whimpered, her nails scraping his shoulders as her inner muscles squeezed him like a vise. Because of her size, he’d expected the fit to be tight. But damn, he’d never—

  He froze. She couldn’t possibly…. No way in hell was she…. “If you haven’t had sex before, you’d tell me right?”

  “We agreed it could wait,” she gritted out.

  She was really stretching the definition of we. “Shit. Okay, hold on. Let me—”

  “Move and I will throat-punch you.” She took a long deep breath. “Give me a sec and stop making this into a big deal.”

  He hadn’t gotten two full sentences out thus far. “Can we agree,” he pushed forward by a fraction, “I know more than you on this one subject?”

  She wiggled her hips, which impaled her even farther onto his cock. Her lower lip quivered as she closed her eyes. “No. You might have first-hand experience, but I’ve done more research.”

  He wished all this drama would have a mellowing effect on his arousal, but he was too far gone. Every instinct commanded he pin her against the wall and thrust. “Stop moving,” he muttered. “I have a finite amount of self-control, and I can’t—”

  She kissed him, her lips feather light against his. It occurred to him this was the first time today she’d taken the physical initiative without a clear and direct prompt. She might have tempted him into losing control, but ever since then he’d made the moves. And damn did it feel good to remain still as she shyly explored his mouth—her tongue too hesitant, her bites too light. The eager caress, more intimate than passionate, prompted him to guide, to coax her into giving more. And when she did, the heady rush of possession ratcheted his need to claim her to an all-time high.

  Without warning, she circled his neck with her arms and shifted her weight forward. By the time he tensed his hands to support her, gravity had already brought her down. Moaning into his mouth, she sheathed his entire length, her impalement complete. Her pliant body surrounded him, her scent filled his lungs, her inner muscles milked his cock. His control snapped.

  He pushed her against the door. The momentum broke the kiss and unlocked her legs from around his waist. He readjusted his grip to spread her thighs apart, the position exposing her clit. He pulled out until only the tip of his penis remained inside her. Then he slid slowly back into her quivering body, the motion pressing the ridge of his cock against the apex of her opening.

  With a soft cry, she turned her head to the side, her lids drifting shut.

  “Look at me, Maya.”

  Her neck muscles tightened as she swallowed. “I—”

  He repeated the slow thrust, angling his impalement higher, and watched her cheeks turn pink. “Did you like that?”

  Biting down on her lower lip, she opened her eyes and nodded.

  He pressed into her again and met with less resistance. “It’s a good thing you’re so wet.”

  Her skin turned a darker shade. “Why are you talking so much?”

  “It distracts me from coming.” He rolled his hips, burying himself deeper.

  She gasped. “Isn’t that the goal?”

  He eased out, “Ladies first,” and filled her once more. “Besides, you have no idea how good this feels.”

  The arms around his neck tightened. “Tell me.”

  He bent down and nipped her neck. “You’re so tight.” Another slow thrust. “So soft.” He sucked her nipple past his teeth and bit down.

  Her back arched. She whispered his name, the word a plea.

  He circled his tongue and pumped into her, harder this time. Then he switched to her neglected breast, his body maintaining a torturous, languid rhythm that threatened to drive him mad. Her hold on him slackened, her body becoming more pliant with each entry, her breaths turning into shallow pants. Only once both nipples turned ruby red, did he shift to slide his tongue along the underside of her breasts.

  “Zack…please….”

  “Tell me what you want.” He lifted his head so he could see her face.

  Her lids hovered halfway down, her lashes fanning to obscure her eyes. “More.”

  Every muscle straining, he buried his cock to the hilt. Needing to catch his breath, he leaned in and nibbled her earlobe. “Will I ever hear you say ‘fuck’?”

  “Eventually.” He would have missed her soft, raspy laugh were their sweat-slicked faces not aligned.

  Pulling out, he ordered, “Now.”

  “No.” She turned her head and caught his upper lip with her teeth.

  He delved his tongue into her, syncing the move with another controlled penetration. “I can do this all day.”

  “Liar.” Laughter laced her challenge. He muted it with another kiss.

  She clenched her inner muscles, squeezing him hard enough he almost came. With a groan, he admitted defeat. His hips jackhammered. He thrust into her hard and fast. Her hands slid down to rest on his shoulders as he buried his face against her neck and savored her throaty moans.

  All thought ceased. The world dissolved, leaving only the feel of skin against skin, the musky scent of sweat and sex, the sound of harsh breaths and feminine cries. He pounded into her until her spine curved, until her back arched and her muscles tensed, until a high-pitched scream escaped her lips. Then her orgasm milked his cock, burning away the last vestiges of sanity.

  Chapter Seven

  Zack pulled open the blinds, allowing the last rays of sunshine to land smack dab on Maya’s eyelids. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

  She buried her face into the pillow and pulled the sheet
over her head. “Go away.”

  He plopped his jean-clad butt on the bed. “Sorry, but eight hours of beauty sleep is stretching the limits of healthy. Besides, I’m bored.”

  She grunted.

  He tugged at the sheet. “Don’t make me pull this off you. You’re naked, so chances are we’ll end up having sex again.” Considering his current state, he wouldn’t bet against it.

  A muffled snort preceded her response. “You wish.”

  He pulled the cloth down far enough to reveal her face. “Wanna bet?”

  She opened one eye. “I’m still sore, so it’s not going to happen.”

  He trailed his palm over her covered body, tracing the line of her torso down to her hip. Then he gave her a hard smack on the rear. “Come on. It’s almost five p.m. You haven’t eaten in close to twenty-four hours. I know you’re starving.”

  With perfect timing, her stomach growled and proved him right. Having the high ground satisfied him more than he cared to admit. And her blush? Now that was icing on the cake.

  His pants uncomfortably tight, he stood up and tilted his head in the direction of the bathroom. “I bought you a toothbrush. It’s the pink one.”

  Clutching the sheet to her chest, she propped herself up on one elbow and lifted into a side-recline. “You tore all my clothes,” she accused with a yawn.

  He gave her a superior look. “And I went shopping. Not only that, your new stuff is going through the dry cycle. I figured you’re OCD enough to want them washed.”

  She shrugged, the motion baring more of her golden skin. “I don’t like the factory smell, that’s all.” The smile she beamed at him triggered an unsettling flutter in the pit of his belly. “But I appreciate the buttering up.”

  He took a careful step back. They needed to have a serious talk, not another round of thought-impeding sex. Finding a permanent solution to their less-than-safe predicament probably should rank much higher on his list of priorities.