Zandor

by M. J. Fields

  He smiled as he swayed slightly. “My friend bet me that I couldn’t get the most beautiful girl in the place to dance with me. You wanna buy some drinks with her money?”

  I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Lame.”

  “You better direct that beauty somewhere else. You’re so hot you’re going to burn up this dance floor.”

  He took my hand and set it on his shoulder and pulled me snug against him. “Hey Kitten you must be a light switch because every time I see you I get turned on.”

  I giggled and he rolled his hips against me and I felt him, hard and erect against my stomach. I felt my face flush and nipples pebble.

  I closed my eyes and his hands flexed and gripped my hips tighter.

  He lifted my chin. “Are you an interior decorator? Because every time you come into a room everything around you becomes more beautiful.”

  My throat was dry and I swallowed hard. “Are you sunburnt?” His fingers brushed up my cheek and then his thumb ran across my lower lip. “Or are you always this hot?”

  His head dipped and his breath hit my face as he whispered. “I’m not drunk, I’m simply intoxicated by you.”

  I felt his tongue trace the shell of my ear and I whimpered, feeling every part of my body tingle.

  He took my hand and held it to his chest. “Do you know what this shirt is made of?”

  His open mouth ran down my jaw slowly. “Boyfriend material.”

  The song changed to Imagine Dragons Demon.

  I tried to step back. A very weak feeble attempt that made his hand grip me more firmly.

  “I would live in your socks just to be with you every step of the way.” He pressed his lips against mine.

  They were soft yet possessive. He didn’t move, he groaned. “You’re so beautiful you made me forget my lines, so every damn thing I said to you was true.”

  His lips puckered against mine and I nearly crumbled. His mouth opened over mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I obliged.

  His slow strong licks against my tongue made my knees weaken and he held tighter to me. If I wasn’t buzzing and absolutely turned on by him, I might’ve been embarrassed about how his touch affected me. Mortified by the fact that my nails were digging into his shoulders trying to not let every stroke of his tongue send me out of control on the dance floor again. Self-conscious that my tongue was now doing the same to his. But I wasn’t.

  His groans encouraged me. His grip invigorated me. His kiss stimulated me like no other had ever done. I had never felt kissing someone could be as intimate as making love but it was, with Zandor Steel it was so good. His hands slowly traveled up my back and tangled in my hair. He pulled my hair back forcing me to look up at him. He said nothing, he just stared in my eyes.

  “Those are good lines.” I panted.

  “Not lines, Bekah.” He bent his lips to mine and gave me a very soft gentle kiss. “They say dating’s a numbers game, so will you please give me yours, Bekah?”

  I smiled and rolled my eyes.

  My thought was interrupted when Pinks Slut Like You started, I couldn’t help but laugh and he looked toward the Juke Box and smiled. I started to dance a little and he took my hands and raised them in the air. When I started singing along he grabbed me and spun me around and we continued to dance. Not close, not dirty, we were having fun.

  When the song ended the bar was quiet and I looked around. I giggled realizing all eyes were on us, well him, I’m sure.

  Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around and stepped back and ran into a brick wall that was Zandor Steel.

  “How have you been, Bek?”

  I wasn’t sure how to respond. I fucking hated this girl. A girl who was once one of the three amigos that I had caught riding on Dex in his pick up truck.

  Zandor wrapped his arm around my waist and held out his hand to shake hers. “Hello, I’m Zandor.”

  She went to reach for his hand and I grabbed his away.

  She smirked a malicious little smirk. “Kathy. Nice to meet you.”

  “I’m not sure I feel the same. Bekah, are you ready to get out of here?”

  “Yes please.”

  I turned away and she yelled behind me, “Did you ever figure out the mystery, Bek?”

  I was going to kick her ass, General’s daughter or not, I hated her!

  I pulled away from Zandor and was gonna go after her but Zandor grabbed his hoody with one hand and me with the other.

  “Let’s get you out of here feisty little kitten.”

  Feels Like the First Time

  Zandor

  I wasn’t sure what had gone down with her and that Kathy girl, but it certainly was killing the buzz we had going. I opened the door to the SUV and set her in it, physically, because she was fighting it a little.

  “Don’t you move,” I warned before shutting the door and quickly moving to the driver’s side.

  “You can’t drive, Zandor.” She scowled and was looking down at her hands fighting on her lap.

  “I know but we can sit here for a minute so you can calm the fuck down.”

  “I hate her.” She flopped back in the seat.

  “I see that.”

  “She fucked my boyfriend.” Her eyes squinted shut. “Well her and everyone else apparently, but She was my friend.”

  I took her hand that was now all fisted up. “She was never your friend if she could do that to you so don’t you even give her any thought, not worth it, Bekah.”

  “She told people…stuff.”

  “Stuff?”

  “Yeah, stuff that was…it doesn’t matter. Water under the bridge right?”

  “So she fucked your boyfriend and then talked shit about you?”

  She nodded.

  “She isn’t worth shit. People like that are everywhere Bekah.”

  “I know…I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” She flipped up the console and moved closer to me.

  I didn’t wait for her permission, her actions gave me that. I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her real fucking hard. Tongue in, hands wandering, restraint fucking diminishing.

  I reached down and adjusted the seat and pulled her on top of me. She had her hands in my hair dragging me closer to her. My hand went up her shirt.

  “Fuck!” I drew away from the heat of her mouth and pulled her shirt up. I yanked her bra down. I looked at her tit and I wanted to eat that fucking tit. I lost all control, my mouth was all over it as my other hand took the other.

  I bit down on her nipple and drew back and checked it out.

  “Perfect. Fuck, Kitten, I have been dreaming of these since they bounced into the shop.”

  My mouth covered it again sucking, biting, chewing. I held her hips and moved her body back and forth pushing my cock harder against her.

  “Oh God.” Her back arched and the fucking horn blew.

  “Stop, stop, stop,” she moaned and I looked up at her, mouth still full of tit. Perfect fucking tits.

  I shook my head no and finally released her. “I want you so fucking bad right now, don’t tell me no, Bekah.”

  “We’re in a car…”

  I opened the door and pulled her out the driver’s side door and looked around.

  “We’re doing this, Bekah.”

  I pulled her behind me and crossed the road toward a decent-looking hotel.

  “Zandor.” I turned around and looked into her eyes. She was nervous.

  “Don’t, don’t you start second guessing what’s been going on between us for more than two weeks. I know you want this just as much as I do.”

  I started to walk and she pulled back. “I’m not ready for this. I work for you, you – you don’t know me.”

  “What do I need to know, Bekah?”

  “Nothing, this is just sex, no big deal.” she nodded. She was talking herself into it.

  “Sex between you and I will be a big deal.”

  She rolled her eyes and to me that was a challenge.

  “Look at me, Bek
ah.” I lifted her chin.

  “The whole thing is overrated.”

  “Before me. With other guys maybe but that’s just because they were under qualified.” She sucked her lips in trying not to laugh.

  “I just want you to fuck me.”

  “I’ll fuck you hard, make you scream my name in languages you didn’t even know existed.”

  Her lips parted slightly and her breath hitched.

  “Right now your sweet pussy is getting slick and swollen and I cannot wait to lick that kitty.”

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head no. “I haven’t…I can’t…I need time to prepare.”

  “Oh you’ll be prepared.” I pulled her behind me into the hotel lobby.

  I rang the bell at the desk and looked at her. Her eyes were blazing but she looked nervous as hell. Holding one of her hands in mine I pulled my wallet from my pocket and then her back against me as I fished out the card.

  “Suite, two nights.” I was staring at her lips, I wanted them again.

  The clerk was taking his time and I wasn’t giving him any of mine. I turned and put my back against the front desk and pulled her head with one hand against me. Her coat was long enough that it covered that hot ass so I ran my hand down the back of her pants and held her sweet perfect ass in my hands.

  “I really need a shower and a razor,” she whispered.

  “A razor?”

  “I’ve been, well I haven’t been…”

  “Bekah, I don’t give a shit. No more excuses.”

  “I’m normally very well groomed.” She scrunched her eyes shut.

  My little Kitten had hair. No one had hair anymore. I kind of liked the idea of it.

  “I’m gonna pet it and then lick it whether you want me to or not.”

  I heard someone clear their voice and I turned and took the room key. “Thanks.”

  As luck would have it, we were alone in the elevator. She was standing arms crossed in front of her tapping her foot nervously.

  I reached and grabbed her, pulling her back into me. I bowed down, bit her neck, and tasted her skin with my tongue.

  “I’m going to make you cum so hard, Bekah. I’m gonna lick your furry little pussy and taste its milk.” I ran my hand down the front of her pants and felt her heat radiating before I even touched her. “You and I have both been fighting this for weeks.” I cupped her in my hands and palmed lightly over her clit, enough to tease but not to set her off. Not yet.

  She turned and kissed me hard, her mouth mashed against mine. Our tongues fought for control and her nails sank into my back. Fuck me, she was no kitten, she was a lioness. One who needed to be tamed.

  By me.

  I lifted her up enough so that her feet weren’t touching the ground and turned, slamming her back against the wall. Setting her on her feet I bent and rubbed my rock hard cock against her clit. I took her hands from my shoulders and pinned them against the elevator wall.

  “I’m gonna have to tie your hot ass up, Bekah.” I wasn’t just gonna have to, I wanted to. I wanted to work her over harder than I had ever worked another.

  I knew I had to ease into this. I knew a girl like her wasn’t gonna like giving up the control she felt she had.

  “I don’t think so.” Her lips were on my neck again. I felt her tongue run up it and I grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up and pulled her legs around me as the elevator came to a stop.

  “If I don’t, someone’s gonna get hurt.”

  I released her arms and she held tight to me as I carried her down the hall toward our room. Her hips were gyrating against me but not hard enough.

  I slammed into the wall and heard her moan in delight. She was no porcelain doll, even though her skin reminded me of one. Nothing fragile about her. I already knew she was gonna want it rough.

  I bit her neck and then sucked hard pulling away so I could see her eyes. “I am, and you’re going to let me.”

  “What makes you think…”

  I pushed her harder into the wall, shoving my throbbing steel cock against her crudely, I laughed a hungry as fuck laugh. I was dry humping her like a teenager against the wall, hard.

  “Oh fuck, Zandor…”

  That word coming out of her mouth made me so hard I swear if she said anymore the skin on my cock was going to crack from the pressure.

  I rammed my knee between her legs so she wouldn’t slide down the wall when I slid the key through the hotel room lock.

  I pushed the door opened and pulled her up again. I loved her legs wrapped around me; we fit so damn perfectly together.

  My mouth found hers and I licked inside it like I was going to lick her pussy.

  I dropped her on the bed and she looked up at me surprised.

  “Lift your arms. I need to see your tits, Bekah.”

  She did, and I pulled her shirt up over her head and in record time. One handed, I unclipped her bra. Her tits were better free than harnessed. Gravity didn’t affect them at all and I have no clue how because they were big. Bekah’s tits defied gravity. I wanted a picture of them—but now was not the time.

  I knelt down and took as much of her perfect round tit in my mouth as I could as I pinched the nipple on her other breast. I moved my mouth to the other and squeezed hard as I bit down on her nipple, she yelped and I did it again.

  Her hands were now in my hair pulling. Her back arched and her tits shoved against my face. Her hands dropped to my shoulders. I pulled her firm nipple out with my teeth and she dug her nails into my shoulders hard.

  “Aww, oh God!”

  I reached down and unbuckled my black leather belt and pulled it free, dropped it, and took her hands in mine as I continued the assault on her tits. I held her arms in the air and held both wrists in one hand and grabbed my belt. I continued sucking, biting, licking her now perfect-length, pebbled nipples.

  Quickly I wrapped her wrists with the belt as she held her breath trying not to yell. I bit down again and she screamed out my damn name.

  I stood still holding her bound arms as she panted and leaned forward, finally opening her eyes.

  “You have the most amazing tits I have ever seen, Bekah. So beautiful.”

  I slowly brought her arms down and her eyes widened. She looked confused, like a deer in the headlights.

  “You gonna undo these?” she panted.

  “No.”

  I unbuttoned my pants and let them hang on my hips as I lifted my shirt above my head.

  I looked down to see what she was looking at and smirked. My cock had decided to peek out and see what the hell was taking me so long and was rubbing on my lighting bolt, the tattoo with a big old number five on it. No doubt my cock was pissed off at me for the punishment and neglect he had felt for the past couple weeks. He felt the same constraint as I had about masturbating and maybe he just wanted to see what’s had me so fucking wound up.

  “You like what you see, Bekah?”

  Her mouth fell open slightly and she nodded. “It’s...”

  “A fucking masterpiece is what it is.” I pushed her jaw closed. “Just like your tits, Bekah.”

  I dropped my boxer briefs and walked closer to her slowly and her jaw was gaping again.

  I grabbed ahold of my cock and stroked it a couple times and then rubbed it on her brown nubs.

  I grabbed her tits and pushed them together and tightly held them in one hand. I squatted slightly and then took my cock and pushed it up between them.

  Bekah was watching as I fucked her tits. “And they finally meet, Bekah. Two fucking works of art combined.” Her tongue darted out wetting her lips and my free hand grabbed ahold of her blonde locks. “Lick my cock Kitten.”

  She did, and then opened her mouth and sucked on my head. Seeing my dick in her mouth was unadulterated perfection. I pulled back so my cock was again in the confines of her tits and she opened her mouth wider.

  “More?”

  “Yes, oh yes.”

  I plunged up into her waiting mouth and held the
back of her head tightly in place as I fucked her tits and mouth.

  “Fuck, Kitten.” I plunged deeper in her mouth as she moaned with my cock shoved deep in her mouth.

  I let go of her tits and held her head still as I thrust into her hot mouth--over and over again until she had tears in her eyes.

  I pulled all the way out giving her time to catch her breath and bent down giving tits some attention.

  I kissed and licked her neck and jaw.

  “We’re gonna get rid of these pants, Bekah, I need your pussy now.”

  I pulled her up and slowly kissed down her tits and belly until I reached her pants. Slowly I pulled them down as I kissed lower and lower.

  “I can do it, just undo my hands.”

  “No, I’m going to…”

  “I want blankets.”

  “For what, then I won’t be able to see you, Bekah.”

  “Exactly.”

  She tried to stand and I sat back on my heels allowing it.

  I reached up and started to pull them down.

  “Zandor, please.”

  I didn’t stop. “If I looked like you, Bekah, I would never wear clothes. You are a very beautiful woman. These clothes are standing in the way of me admiring every inch of you.”

  I looked up into her eyes as I pulled her pants and panties down in one swift move.

  “Just …I just want you to fuck me.”

  I felt a growl escape from deep inside my chest. “Lift your foot.”

  She did as I asked and looked up and away from my stare.

  I kissed her ankle and then licked up the inside of her leg.

  “Now this one.” I tapped her right foot and she lifted. I showed this leg the same attention, “Magnifica Rebekah.” I licked up her ankle to her knee. “Splendida,” my teeth grazed her knee and up her inner thigh. “Favalosa.” I lifted her leg over my shoulder as I used every ounce of restraint I could and just barely licked her sweet outer lips.

  I stood and kissed her sweet lips as I slowly worked her slit with my finger spreading her slick juice all over her swollen pink pussy. I dipped my finger inside her and her pussy clenched tightly around it.