by Nan Comargue
She kept telling herself that she ought to have known somehow, magically, the way Andrew had guessed about her father.
‘You lost someone, didn’t you? Who was it?’ She shook Andrew’s voice out of her head.
Yes, she’d lost someone. Two someones. The most precious people in her life. She would never lose anyone again. That included Zach.
She wouldn’t rob him of a chance to be happy and normal because he was hung up on the past—on her.
Not when she held the cure.
So, she knelt on her stepcousin’s bed and let him devour her mouth and slide his hands up under the roomy pajama top to caress her bare skin. On his lips and in his touch was tightly leashed hunger. She wanted it to break free. She needed to set those demons loose in order to tame them.
He kissed her very hard. In another circumstance with another woman, she imagined he would have been aloof and expert. But with the ten years of ‘leftovers’ riding him, his ability to distance himself seemed to have gone the way of his restraint.
She wanted him. His ferocious kisses moved her. The feel of his cock in her hand made her hunger to have it inside her.
That was good.
She’d never gone to bed with a man she hadn’t at least lusted after, and Zach was extremely lustworthy.
His broad chest and arms were well-muscled, while his waist and hips were lean. He wasn’t very hairy—she disliked hairy men—but what body hair he had was like gold silk. It made her want to pet him all over.
When she tangled her fingers in his chest hair and pulled lightly, he groaned. Then he moved to cup her naked breasts, and he paid her back by tugging gently on her nipples, catching her startled moans in his open mouth.
She loved it.
She loved being with a man who knew what he was doing, a man whose feelings she didn’t have to worry about for long—who shied away, as she did, from all of that complicated emotion. A man who was safe.
With Zach, she could surrender everything in the night and know that it was still hers in the daylight. He was as afraid of making this lasting as she was.
Leda closed her eyes tightly as Zach pulled and squeezed and tugged at her hardened nipples until they were stiff and aching.
She sensed, rather than saw, him lift the material to bare her breasts. Then the wet heat of his mouth took away the ache in long, slow draws, turning it into quivering pulses of pleasure that spun out through her entire body.
Zach lifted his head. “Good, baby?”
She nodded without speaking. Good. Very, very good.
He gave the other nipple the same thorough attention, his lips lingering over her flesh in a deliberate way, as if she were infinitely desirable and he thought this might be the only time he’d get a chance to have her.
Heaviness built between her legs. Seeking release, she rubbed against the hardness of his thighs beneath her, working up a pleasurable friction. It was okay, but she wanted more. She wanted him.
Zach drew his mouth away from her breasts and looked up at her, his eyes densely, deeply green. “I want you naked.”
Leda suddenly remembered that she was six years older than he was. She didn’t work out for hours every morning. She couldn’t have posed half-naked in a designer ad without incurring the world’s criticism.
Yet, those green eyes made her feel desirable. That was what she held on to as she rolled off Zach’s lap and onto the mattress.
As she removed the pajama top over her head, Zach helped her—while helping himself to rough handfuls of the skin she uncovered. His grasp was bruising, and she couldn’t accuse him of a lack of emotion now.
When her head emerged tousled from the stripping, his taut features emphasized his strain. The hardness she’d rubbed up against while on his lap hadn’t been any accidental woody.
He flicked his gaze over her body everywhere—her thighs, her belly, the unconcealed excitement of her rigid nipples. He didn’t seem to notice the lack of toning in her limbs. He was eager and hungry for her.
Zach grasped her knees and pulled her lower on the bed until she was sprawled out before him like a naked feast, but that wasn’t enough for him. He brought his hands up and parted her thighs, exposing her mound of trimmed curls.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
By now she didn’t need his statement to tell her what his worshiping gaze had already said…but it didn’t hurt. She believed him. It was obvious that, right now, he believed it, too. Never mind that he’d called her a doll—pretty and useless.
Funny how those words had come back to her so clearly, just at the right moment before she lost herself in the storm of sensation he conjured with his fingers. She needed that bit of clarity. She needed that distance.
But that distance threatened to evaporate when Zach spread her pussy lips and lowered his head to the moist, exposed folds.
The first touch of his tongue was straight to her clit and it had her arching her back off the bed.
Leave it to Zach not to mess around. He was going right to the source for the cure, wrapping his tongue around the sensitive bud and giving it a long, fierce suck.
After sliding his hands under her ass, he tipped her hips toward him and opened her labia with his thumbs. Her entire pussy was displayed to him, but he kept his attention on her clitoris, licking, sucking and tonguing the small nub until it was swollen and throbbing.
Leda held onto his shoulders at first, then she threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him on.
Zach bobbed his bright head between her splayed thighs, relentlessly eating out her cunt.
The only sounds in the room came from his busy mouth and her soft moans.
Soon, Leda’s pussy started to shudder and spasm and she bucked against his face, seeking release.
Abruptly Zach drew back and the cool air rushed in to fill the space where his hot lips had been a moment ago.
Leda swallowed convulsively. “What’s the matter?” she asked, once she found her voice.
“Nothing.” He looked away, rubbing the back of his hand over his mouth. The lower part of his face shone with her juices. “You’re not ready to come yet.”
What an infuriatingly calm statement. “I am,” Leda insisted.
He glanced at her again. “I’m not ready to let you come. Not yet.”
What am I supposed to say to that? Struggling with her slow-burning temper, she barely managed to get the better of it this time.
Leda lifted her hand to touch him where the outline of his cock jutted against the soft pajama material, conspicuously tenting the front of the pants. As he knelt before her on the mattress, he was unconsciously dominating, but she knew how to counter that.
“What are you willing to let me do, then?” She dipped her hand into the elastic waistband. “This?”
“Leda.”
The use of her name was sudden and harsh but she paid no heed. His erection wanted to be played with. As soon as she freed his aroused member, it nestled into her hand like a starved animal seeking nourishment.
Both of them stared at where she was touching him.
For the first time, she got to see his cock in its real glory. Just a shade above average length, it was firm and thick in her hand. His dick was beautifully colored, delicately shaded between shell pink and pale lavender, with a coral-tinted head. The crisp red-gold hair around it made a perfect background.
She couldn’t have designed a more stylish and attractive penis.
The longer she played with it, the more tense his flat stomach became and the more rapidly his chest rose and fell with his breathing.
“Is this good, darling?” Her tone mocked his former question.
“Witch,” he gritted out, without heat.
He began to move his hips against her questing hand, meeting her strokes with sure confidence.
But she didn’t want him to come like this.
Zach took advantage of her slowing movements to grab at her and switch their positions so she lay beneath th
e spread of his wide shoulders. Suddenly, she was no longer in charge.
When had she ever been?
This was Zach’s salvation and, of course, it had to be Zach’s way. She could accept that.
“You’re lucky I like the dominant male vibe,” she teased, splaying her hands over his chest.
“I want to see your face,” he replied.
The remark was seemingly unrelated to what she’d said, but she understood. He wanted to be on top, not because he wanted to dominate her, but because he wanted to remind himself of who he was fucking. Naturally. That was the whole point of the exercise.
He held her gaze while he reached down and stroked the head of his cock against her tender pussy flesh. Over and over, he rubbed his blunt head against her until her hole was slick and aching for more.
“No,” he said, still watching her closely. “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to see me.”
His face filled her vision—the hard line of his jaw, the sexy quirk of his lips, the deep dark green of his eyes.
Jealous eyes.
But what was he jealous of? She was right here with him. Yet, somehow, that didn’t seem to be enough for him.
That was the force of his obsession with her, that he could be jealous, even while she was lying naked beneath him.
Leda fought not to let her eyes drift shut. It would have been so easy to shut him out, to pretend he was just lips, hands and cock, but this was Zach. She couldn’t forget, not even on the darkest moonless night, with her eyes blindfolded. She would still know who this was.
Zachary.
“Ready, baby?”
Yes. She didn’t know if she’d whispered and he’d heard it or if she’d only said those words in her head and he’d still heard them.
He was gone for a few seconds. Leda heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then he was back, big and broad enough to block out the overhead light. Big enough to block out the sun.
She wanted his cock but, instead, she got his hand again, as he stroked, rubbed and flicked her clit until it was a hot little burning ember between her legs.
Now it was her turn to push impatiently against his touch, hungry for more.
“Look at me,” he commanded and, yes, somehow her gaze had drifted off into a distant place behind his shoulder while he’d worked her pussy up into fiery need.
She met his eyes again—hazy green-gold against pure emerald, soft against hard, dreaminess against purpose.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as he began the slow press forward—too slow, by her reckoning. Too fucking agonizing.
She craved thrust and brute invasion, but she was forced to endure a steady bombardment. His cockhead stretched her hole, but that was all for now—just the tip of him, like they were playing some awful adolescent game. She needed more than that thick knob. She needed his whole length.
Perspiration sprang out all over her body, yet it failed to cool her. He was turning up the heat with that excruciating pace. He was burning her up inside.
“Zachary.” She called his name softly, turning it into a plea.
Yet there was no triumph on his face. In torturing her with his slow conquest, he was clearly tormenting himself as well. It was there in every rigid line that made up his severe features. It was there in the sweat that dotted his upper lip.
He’d said it would be an exorcism. She should have known it would be painful.
“More?”
“Yes.”
It didn’t matter to her who asked the question or who answered. They were of a single purpose—fucking. Slow, hard, gentle, fast…it didn’t matter. All that mattered was being locked together, key in lock, pussy and cock.
Another inch, heavy and swollen. Her cunt was stretched to the maximum and he was buried almost up to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping the underside of her ass.
“Good?”
“Oh, yes…” She wanted him. So, so bad.
He pushed forward, just a little nudge, and suddenly want became need. He was all the way inside her and it wasn’t enough. He was on top of her and it wasn’t enough. Nothing with this man, she felt, would ever be enough. His madness was infecting her, as if obsession was something that could be pumped out from his body like cum.
Who is going to perform the exorcism on me?
The thought scared her and, to forget it, Leda pulled Zach’s face down to hers and kissed him with all her strength.
The kiss was hot and wet and wild. It seemed to last forever, but it was really only enough time for her body to get used to having him inside her, to fully accommodate his size, until discomfort gave way to a delicious sensation of fullness.
When Zach lifted his head, slowly and with clear reluctance, she was dazzled by some glint she registered deep in his eyes. It turned his stare into a tender and somehow vulnerable gaze.
Zach, who was independent and, at the same time, indestructible. That he should be looking down at her like that made her heart turn over in her chest.
“I need to fuck you,” Zach groaned.
Leda sputtered into laughter. Those desperately hungry words broke the spell of his stare.
This was the ‘girlfriend experience’ and, for a moment, she’d lost herself in it—but only for a moment.
Zach lowered his brows. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” She ran her hand down his side, feeling his skin jump as she touched it. “Certainly not this.”
He didn’t smile. “Fine, don’t tell me. But you’ll pay the price for keeping secrets.”
Keeping secrets. She was all secrets. And she was already paying that price.
Moving her body beneath his, she watched as his eyes darkened. “Love me,” she said, then immediately wondered why she’d said that. What she’d actually meant to say was, “Fuck me.”
“I do,” he said, still solemn faced. “I will.”
It took her a while to realize he’d answered both commands.
The withdrawal of his thick cock was agonizing, but when he lifted her ass with one big hand and drove into her again, her pussy clenched around him in a spasm of shocked pleasure. After that, there was no pause in his ferocious rhythm. He thrust inside her like it was his mission in life and her hot, tight cunt was his reward.
His pace was relentless. His hips pistoned as if well-oiled and designed for the purpose. It went beyond banging or fucking. This was sex at its most primal—without thought, without emotion, just riding and being ridden into exhaustion.
He was still pumping his cock into her pussy when Leda came. Something about his angle and the depth he reached hit her just the right way, so it was impossible to fight it or hold back. Her pussy walls contracted as if trying to keep his dick locked inside and she creamed and creamed around the cock that stretched her out so effortlessly.
Zach slowed down as she trembled beneath him. It was obvious that it took considerable control for him to do so. He dug his fingers deeply into her ass cheek while the hand braced next to her shoulder was thickly corded with bulging veins.
He swallowed several times. “It won’t hurt you if I keep going?”
Leda shook her head. Surely, with his prowess, this wasn’t the first time he’d had a woman come before he did.
“Make me come again,” she murmured, not sure that she would or could, but still willing to urge him on. There seemed to be no limit to what Zach could do.
Immediately he began to go faster, pounding his cock into her pussy as he had before, with hunger and single-minded determination.
But that was what dicks do, isn’t it? They knew only one thing. They had only one goal—vagina.
Except, somehow, she knew this wasn’t about Zach’s penis. This was about Zach and her. He was riding her like this, as though nothing short of a nuclear bomb would stop him, because it was her he was riding.
It shouldn’t have surprised her that her pussy started to react again with him fucking her like that. From languid satisfaction, the friction of his long
, delicious strokes was waking up that hot core of desire within her once more. Satiated, exhausted, it still sprang to life as he fucked her and fucked her as if he never meant to stop.
She nearly tried to stop him. It was too much, too soon. She wasn’t ready yet.
But her cunt was creamy, wet and willing. She wanted more and didn’t care if her tired flesh was hurt in process.
Leda clutched at his arms and back, raking him with her nails when she couldn’t get a hold on him. He didn’t even flinch. Like her, he was too caught up in what was happening to them both.
Zach cursed in low tones. “I can’t,” he said, but his hips and thighs and rapacious cock all said he could.
Suddenly his hard strength turned steely as he held stiff against her, driving her down into the mattress.
Leda no longer held a stallion between her legs but a bull, and it was a bigger and badder beast than she knew how to handle.
The air was still, hot and turgid.
A few moments later, all of his rock-like hardness drained away and Leda could feel the hot rush of his cum inside her, checked only by the thinnest layer of latex.
Then something else was between them—Zach’s seeking fingers—as he expertly stroked her clit to her shuddering climax.
“Jesus!” she cried as she twisted her head on the pillow, the pleasure shaking her more than her first orgasm. This was new and different. This climax was one he gave her when the first was one she’d taken—a minute difference but a profound one.
Zach lay on top of her for several seconds before he blew out a long breath and rolled onto his back.
“What was that?” he asked the ceiling in a quiet, wondering tone.
Leda knew how he felt. “An exorcism.”
He turned to look at her, a hard glint in his eyes. “That was just step one,” he warned her.
“Oh, I know,” she said, striving to sound unconcerned as she drew up the sheet to cover her body.
Will I survive step two?
Chapter Seven
He’d left Leda sleeping in his bed less than an hour ago and already he missed her.
No, not missed her. Craved her. Hungered for her.
Zach didn’t know which was worse.