“Do you want me, too?” he asked, his voice low and sexy. “Are you wishing my mouth was on you, too?”
“Yes,” she whispered, taking a breath.
“Good. Keep licking me.”
She groaned in frustration, but bent her head down, enjoying this game for what it was, liking the feeling building in her, the need, knowing that the eventual orgasm was going to be explosive. Having him be in charge was so sexy, and although she’d never let another man order her around like this, with Zach it just felt… right. She shifted her thighs together harder, elevating one knee, trying to force frictional pressure onto her clit by squeezing her muscles hard.
Zach noticed. “Spread your thighs,” he ordered, noticing her pressing her legs together. “I want them wide, kissed by the air of the room. Don’t press them together. Lick.”
She did it, maintaining her movements, sliding her tongue up and down his cock, licking over the tip like an ice-cream cone, lapping up his salty essence.
“Imagine, now that your pussy is exposed, that I’m about to touch you, to put my lips there,” he murmured. “Do you like that?”
“Mmm,” she nodded, still licking.
“I’d stick my tongue right into your pussy, so deep you’d cry out,” he said. “Then I’d lick your clit and make you scream.”
She felt new moisture surge and clenched her thighs, dying for his touch. She came up, panting, to look at his eyes. “Zach, please.”
“You want that?”
“Yes, yes, I do!” She wiped her mouth and eyes. “God, yes.”
“Not yet. Back down.” He pointed. “You have work do to yet before I pleasure you.”
“Asshole.”
“Really?” He sounded amused. “So you don’t want it after all, is that what you’re saying?”
“No!” she wailed, then put her mouth back onto his cock, closing her lips around him and sucking.
“Keep that up,” he said, lying back again. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck. Keep those thighs nice and wide, too. I don’t want to see you cheating and trying to get pleasure before I say you can.”
She moaned against his cock, and for a few minutes, the room was silent except for sucking and breathing sounds. The need growing in her belly was intense, and she was about to beg him once again when he spoke.
He grabbed her hair gently and stilled her motions. “Turn around,” he demanded. “Put your pussy by my mouth while you suck me, so I can play with you.”
She straddled him, wiping saliva from the corner of her mouth, panting a little bit from the effort of her work. Then she got onto her hands and knees, adjusting herself to be able to suck him again, learning the new angle.
He slapped her ass once. “Keep licking me, Harper,” he said when she took a break, and then gave her another slap even when she put her mouth back. “How do you like this?” he murmured. “Having your ass in my face so I can lick you and spank you and tease you?”
He reached between her thighs. “Spread wider for me.” She did, changing her arms, too, to account for the new position. “Should I touch you now that you’re so close?”
“Yes, please, I’m begging,” she cried out, needy for his touch, not embarrassed to beg.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He stroked her once, then again, and inserted his fingers, and she sobbed without tears, her body shuddering with the pleasure, which felt so fucking good after the long denial. Then he fingered her clit and played with her pussy while she licked him, until she was nearly at the same place she’d been by the pool.
“Zach,” she moaned, coming up for air. “I want, I want…”
“You want to come?” he said in a low voice. “But I can keep going for a while, baby. So head back down.” He slapped her ass. “Take me nice and deep again, all the way into your throat, and hold it there for a few seconds before you come up. Keep doing that, and I’ll keep touching you. Stop, and I stop.”
“But Zach…”
He removed his fingers from her body and she ducked her head down, needy for his touch. Her arms were already quivering with the strain of holding her position while moving her head to take him deep into her throat, but she’d do anything to keep those magical fingers working her clit.
She sucked for a while before he put his hands back, but it was all worth it to feel that growing passion unfurl in her belly, gaining momentum second by second. As her need mounted, her movements became more frantic. She took him deeper into her throat, held him there longer, sucked harder when she released him to breathe. And before long she was writhing in his hands, begging him for release.
“Zach, please,” she whispered between labored breaths. “Please, please, I need it so bad.”
He was so hard now, and his thighs were taut, and she could tell he was nearly as close as she was to the edge. “Please,” she whispered. “It’s going to be so good. Stop making me wait.”
He tugged at her waist to urge her to sit on his lap, then pulled beside him. “Lie on your stomach,” he said, reaching down to stroke his cock himself.
With relief and anticipation, she eagerly got into position, and a second later she felt him on top of her, his chest hot and strong against her back, his hard cock pushing into her buttocks. He propped himself on one arm and stroked along her body with the other, the side of her breast, down her stomach, her hip. His weight was heavy but not too much, and to have him skin on skin was so good that she wanted to cry. “You want me to fuck you now?” he asked, the words the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Get on all fours,” he said, moving back and adjusting her hips, “and hold on tight, because I’m going hard, Harper. You good with that?”
“God, yes.”
He slapped her ass one more time, the crack reverberating around the room, and the sting and tingle ignited all of her nerve endings. She wiggled her ass at him, spreading her thighs wider—she was going to die, right this second, if he didn’t just fuck her already.
When he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, she twitched her body to invite him further in, but he took his time, going slowly, inch by inch, caressing her hips and ass while he did, and the soft touch drove her wild.
“Zach, just fuck me!” she wailed out in frustration and need.
“Oh, yeah?” he said, and then he started pumping her, slowly at first, then harder, until he was driving his cock all the way home, as far as he could go, reaching under her to touch her clit while he thrust.
“You want to come?” he demanded, when she whimpered and bucked her hips. “You want to come, Harper?”
“Yes,” she managed, a strangled cry.
“Then go ahead. Come all over my cock,” he ordered, and she exploded, white-hot lightning pulsing behind her eyes and shooting from her core all through her body, sweet molten sugar burning her up from the inside out.
She cried out, intelligible sounds, as she writhed and twisted into him, forcing his cock and fingers to just the exact spot to blow her mind. He came, too, in the middle of her bliss, and grabbed his hips hard with his hands, pushing once into her, and then again, mating, staying there, and she felt him pulse inside her with his own release. He gave a harsh, guttural sound and was silent, but his breathing and his body let her know how intense his own pleasure must be.
Later, lying side by side, fingers entwined, the smell of sex and the plumeria candles in the air, she felt so sated and satisfied that she was nearly floating. She rolled over to put her hand on his chest, feeling the even heartbeat there.
“You good?” He put his arm around her, tugging her into his warmth. She stroked his flat stomach, feeling the dips and planes of his six-pack, then ran a hand over his cheek, feeling the stubble there.
“Yeah,” she said dreamily. “Very good. You?”
“Perfect.” He smiled at her, and her heart melted. “So I know this isn’t Hawaii, but I think we made out okay.”
“I don’t know,” she teased. �
�I think it might still be hotter in Hawaii.”
He laughed. “I assume that’s a challenge, Harper. And I’m a man that always likes to rise… to the occasion.” He raised an eyebrow.
She giggled. “Please feel free to rise to my occasion anytime.”
“I’d be glad to rise into your occasion again, Harper.”
He bit her lower lip and she squeaked, then gave out a little breathy sound as the bite turned into a kiss, deep and passionate.
And for the rest of that night, he made it entirely clear that things could not possibly be hotter, not in Hawaii, not anywhere.
CHAPTER 25
“So you all packed and ready to go?” Zach knocked on the connecting door, which was half-open.
“Yes, I just need to leave a tip for the maid.” She grabbed a twenty from her purse and tucked it under the remote, which she’d arranged carefully atop the Phoenix City magazine on the desk. “How much did you leave? Should we leave the same amount, because if we don’t, one of us will look cheap and asshole-y?”
“I left fifty.”
“Fuck.” She tugged another bill from her wallet. “Thank God I have some cash.”
He laughed. “You don’t need to match me.”
“But I’ll feel like a jerk if I don’t! And she probably works really hard and deserves a good tip. Lots of people probably don’t leave any. What’s the rule, anyway?”
“I don’t know if there’s a rule. I think generally a few dollars a day, more in a high-end place like this one. Although I should point out that you can put the tip for housekeeping into your expense report.” He raised an eyebrow. “And I’m sure we could charge it and have it given to her at the front desk.”
“Oh, okay, then. Should I leave her five hundred dollars?”
He inclined his head. “You must have really loved the way the pillows were fluffed.”
“Yes. And the way the counter was wiped? Magical, plain and simple.”
He laughed. “I like a woman who’s so easily pleased.”
She punched him. “I like a man who can please a woman even when it’s not easy.”
“Hmmm. Like last night. You seemed extremely… pleased.” He leaned in and kissed her neck, and she melted into his embrace.
“I might have been adequately entertained,” she allowed, then gasped as he bit her ear and trailed his mouth over to hers, at the same time cupping a breast.
“Just adequate?” He gave her a stern look, and raised her skirt with one hand, running his palm over her ass. “Maybe I should remind you about how you begged me to let you come and shouted my name even though we were in the private pool.”
She flushed.
“Or how you whimpered and sobbed and twisted your hips to find my mouth, again and again, when I was licking you,” he whispered. “Remember that?”
“Yes,” she murmured. “It’s coming back to me.”
“It is?” he said, running his fingers up her thigh and stopping at the juncture. “Too bad we don’t have more time right now, or it would be coming to you again, right now.”
She bit his ear, just like he’d bitten hers, enjoying the growly noise he made. “Maybe we can join the mile-high club on the airplane, though. I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“You sure you’re okay to fly?” He pulled back to check her face.
She nodded. “I am. I got a prescription for Ativan from the clinic, my doctor called it in. I don’t want to take it, but I feel better knowing it’s with me, you know?” She touched his hand. “And I, ah, took Elle’s advice and it actually helped me get prepared.”
He took the handles of their suitcases and started down the path. “Elle’s advice? Did it have something to do with large mammals?”
“Haha. No. She told me to binge watch Ice Pilots on Netflix. She even told me which episodes to watch. So I tried it.”
“I’ve never seen that show.” He held the lobby door for her.
“Oh, it’s insane. It’s a show about these rugged bush pilots in the Northwest Territories of Canada, who fly when it’s sixty below zero, in these old warbirds that nobody else in the world can fly. People come from all over to try flying these planes with Joe and his crew. They’re some of the most complicated and dangerous airplanes in existence, and they’re always breaking down, and the pilots and mechanics all have to be a combination of a fighter pilot and a MacGyver and a Batman and stuff to fix things and handle emergencies.”
“How did that help you, exactly?” He stood their suitcases side by side by the front plate glass window. “Wouldn’t that feed your fear?”
“Well, I thought so at first. But after you see the crew deal with an engine fire, and icing on wings that have no de-icing equipment, and landing without all of the landing gear down, and having engine failure, and landing on ice strips, you realize that airplanes are pretty fucking rugged. And that if they can fly and land those pieces of shit in those incredibly horrible conditions, then modern jetliners are really very, very safe.”
She took a deep breath. “At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. And I’m not all that worried.”
“Well, I’m glad it helped. Although I bet they wouldn’t be pleased to hear you call their planes pieces of shit.”
She smiled. “Well, if we meet them someday, we’ll call them pieces of beautiful smooth perfection.”
“Deal.” He put his arm around her and squeezed.
“We can say goodbye to Jeremy—there he is.” She pointed, and the resort owner came over, smiling, hand extended to shake.
AS THE PLANE SPED UP, she squeezed Zach’s hand, nervous despite her earlier bravado. But these were her normal butterflies, not that all-consuming panic that had occurred during the flap situation.
“You good?” Zach leaned in, looking concerned.
She nodded. “Just going to keep holding your hand, though.”
“You do have quite a grip. You promised, and you delivered,” he joked.
She gave him a dirty look.
“At the pool, I appreciated that grip very much,” he whispered. “But here, if you keep holding me that tightly, your powerful, masterful anaconda-like squeeze is going to turn my hands into tiny doll-sized replicas.”
“Trump hands.”
He nodded. “And how can I grab you by the pussy if I have such tiny hands? You’ve got to ease up, for both of our sakes.”
“You’re lucky that my hands are occupied,” she told him. “Or else I’d have to punch you in the stomach.”
He laughed. “Sure, go ahead and do your girl punch on me. I love fake wrestling. It always leads to really awesome sex.”
“You suck!”
“I will, if you want, but later. We do that now, the flight attendant isn’t going give us that second drink.”
“Ugh.” But she loved joking around with him, and before she knew it, the plane had evened out, and they were having a glass of wine, and she wasn’t even freaking out the tiniest bit.
The ride was smooth and steady, the air hissing around her, and she felt giddy and distant. It hit her, all of a sudden, that the trip was almost over, and a sadness came over her. She and Zach were headed back from paradise. Well, maybe some people might not consider hot Phoenix in the summer heat to be “paradise,” but the time she’d spent with him there was far better, she knew, than being in Honolulu with Josh. That dry desert had become a tropical paradise for sure, in Zach’s clever hands.
He seemed to notice her pensive gaze. “What are you thinking about?”
“What are we doing?” She looked at him.
He didn’t joke around. “I guess we should talk about that.” He looked serious.
She smiled. “Truth at thirty thousand feet again. Just, promise we’ll be honest.” Her heart sped up. She was pretty sure she knew what he was going to say. It had been fun, more than fun, but they were on different paths, and blah blah blah. And she had chosen to be with him despite that, had decided to accept the short-term passion even if it meant
a long, difficult road to forgetting about him.
“Truth?” He glanced out the window, then at her.
She nodded.
“Okay.” He took a breath. “Here’s something true. After that night in San Diego, when you and I almost, ah, had a thing, and I slept with Sherry?”
She rolled her eyes. “Zach, I—”
“I didn’t sleep with anyone else until you. Just now. This week. Here in Phoenix.”
Stunned, she shut her mouth. “What?”
He sounded a little tense. “What I said. I haven’t slept with anyone since then, until you.”
“But that’s been, like, four months!” Dumbfounded, she blinked. “I thought, you, I thought…”
“I know what you thought.” His voice was hard, and he softened it. “And I get why you thought that. The night that we almost… Obviously, to see me so soon afterward with another woman, that made me look like a playboy. I get it. And I do flirt a lot, it’s true.”
“I had no, wow.” She tried to process this, and what it meant for her, for them.
“I know I have the reputation at work, with my friends, as being a guy who plays around and doesn’t settle down,” he admitted. “And it was kind of fun to cultivate that attitude, because I didn’t really want to settle down. I enjoyed meeting a lot of different women, for short-term flings. But when I met you, I really liked you.”
“Zach?”
“I really liked you, and when I messed that up, that night in San Diego, I… needed some time to think things through. Make some choices about my life and what I wanted. I mean, it’s not as simple as me saying to myself, I met Harper and now I can’t fuck anyone else. I don’t want to give you that impression.”
“So this isn’t about me? Or it is? I don’t understand.”
“It was about you in a general way. It was about me being an asshole to a woman who was cool and sexy and nice and who deserved better. And that woman was you, so in that sense it was about you. But it was more a revelation that I was living my life in a way that was profoundly not what I wanted to be. Not treating people the way I wanted to treat them, overall.”
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