Being Zolt

by D. L. Raver

  “No, Irelyn. It’s fine. You should know about my family. I just haven’t thought about her in a while. Last time I talked with her, she was wasted. She and Henry had partied their way through the money from Dad’s estate. After I had signed with the NFL, I gave her twenty thousand and told her not to call me again until she got sober and divorced the idiot. She hasn’t called and Brody hasn’t talked with her, either, as far as I know.”

  “Were your parents happy before that?” I climbed into his lap and rested my head on his shoulder.

  “They were. At least, I think so. They were very affectionate with each other and with us. I mean, they fought like all married couples do, but they always made up, and they never went to bed angry. Ugh!” Zolt rolled his eyes. “I can remember hearing them have sex. Seriously, no one wants to hear their parents getting busy. Major Ick factor.”

  “Ha! I know, right? I’ve heard my parents on more than one occasion. Chris and I used to laugh about it. That stopped after he died. Everything stopped after his death. I can’t believe my dad may have screwed around on Mom.” Closing my eyes, I clutched at Zolt’s shirt.

  “I think it’s more likely than not, I’m afraid.” He rested his chin on my head and sighed.

  I pushed back so I could meet his gaze with mine. “Promise if you ever feel attracted to someone enough to sleep with them, you’ll tell me?”

  “Irelyn,” he said and caressed my cheek. “That won’t happen. I’ll never betray you like that. Ever.”

  “I believe you. But we can’t know what’s in store for us or the people who might come into our lives. Hell, I could get fat and hairy, and you might not want to have sex with me anymore.”

  “So could I. Maybe you won’t want to have sex me anymore, either.”

  We stared at each other for a minute then started laughing. I felt confident that neither of us would let ourselves go, but you never knew.

  “I’m always going to love and adore you, Zolt. If I’m ever in the position of wanting to be with someone else, I promise to tell you.”

  “Me too. But it won’t happen, baby. You’re it for me, for the rest of my life.”

  Three hours later, Zolt and I were in the garden overlooking a lake in Summerlin, Nevada, ready to make good on what we’d just discussed. The setting sun burned the sky with colorful, dusky hues of yellows, reds, purples, and blues.

  It was beautiful, and I couldn’t think of a lovelier place for our simple wedding.

  The two bodyguards acted as our witnesses, and one of them held my phone, recording the ceremony. Zolt and I decided we’d send the video to Rachel, Cory, and Brody, announcing our marriage; then, we’d brace ourselves for the pissed-off calls that would undoubtedly come. I hadn’t decided how I’d tell my parents. I couldn’t forgive my dad now that Chris had told me about what he’d done. Mom didn’t deserve to be hurt, but I didn’t want her talking me out of this, either.

  I pushed all those depressing thoughts from my mind and concentrated on the gorgeous man standing under the floral-and-vine covered arch, wearing a black Gucci suit tailored to perfection. I licked my lips as I flashed on later, when I would divest him of his suit and have my way with him.

  My husband.

  Whoa!

  Maybe he’d tie me up with his black tie. The thought almost had me stopping in my progression toward Zolt to press my thighs together. I needed to focus on why we were here. But he looked so good with his wavy, brown hair curling up just above his collar that I found it hard to concentrate. Later, I’d make sure to run my hands through it, tug on it….

  Zolt’s smoldering gaze caught mine as I approached, and I wondered if we were thinking along the same lines. My heart sped up in anticipation of everything we were about to take part in.

  When I finally reached him, Zolt took my hand and kissed each one of my knuckles. I quivered at the feel of his lips on my skin, and I paused, telling myself to stay in the moment. For six years, I’d fantasized about Zolt being in my life. Never did I dream it would be like this; that I’d be his wife and we’d start building a life together. Even with all the shit surrounding us, for one perfect moment, I was blissfully happy.

  In front of the officiate and our two bodyguards—who looked sorely out of place—Zolt and I exchanged vows just as the sun set.

  “Irelyn,” Zolt began. He swallowed and I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “All that I am, and all that I have, I offer to you, in love and in joy. From this day forward, I will love and comfort you, hold you close, prize you above all others, and remain faithful to you all the days of our lives.”

  He said his vows with a quavering voice, and his eyes glittered with unshed tears. Seeing him so present and emotional sent my own tears rushing forward. Somehow, I kept them at bay as I repeated my vows.

  “Zolt, all that I am, and all that I have, I offer to you, in love and in joy. From this day forward, I will love and comfort you, hold you close, prize you above all others, and remain faithful to you all the days of our lives.”

  We exchanged rings and the officiate said, “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your—”

  Zolt was on me before the chubby man in a pinstriped suit had finished. He kissed me with a passion I hadn’t felt from him before. As much as our vows had been a declaration of our love, so, too, was his kiss—an affirmation to me that I was his now and nothing and no one could change that.

  A marvelous meal of filet mignon and lobster waited for us in our room, but neither of us ate much. I think we were both anticipating being together for the first time as husband and wife—at least, I was. I couldn’t even think about eating. The only thing that pulled me out of my lustful thoughts of Irelyn was the pain in my leg and my need to smoke. I had backed off smoking as much as I could and now thought about trying a new drug for nerve pain that Brody suggested. Being a slave to something that most people still condemned sucked.

  I excused myself from the table and went into the kitchen of our suite to smoke. When I returned, Irelyn stood on our private balcony overlooking the lake with a glass of champagne in hand. The moonlight shone on her in such a way that she took my breath away, and I paused and took in my wife.

  Wife! Holy fucking hell!

  Of all the things I thought would happen when I came back to Arizona, meeting my seraph, falling in love with her, and marrying her had not been on my list. But God¸ I was glad I had. Glad to start a new life with Irelyn.

  Taking off my jacket, I threw it on a chair. I loosened my tie, leaving the knot in place then joined her on the balcony. With my arms around her waist, I pulled her body into me, groaning when we made contact. As always, our crazy connection played between us, sending sparks of energy throughout me.

  Irelyn leaned back and rested her head on my shoulder, sighing with happiness.

  I breathed in her scent of floral and sweet spices as my hands skimmed over her body, still clad in her wedding dress. I’ll never forget the way she looked as she’d taken her short walk down the rose petal-strewn path to meet me under the wedding arch. The setting sunshine reflected in her hair, making it shine. My body charged with desire just seeing her, and it took all I had to not get hard as I watched her come toward me in her tightly fitting, lace dress.

  Running my hand through her hair, I brushed it from her neck. When I kissed her under the ear, she shivered.

  “So, Mrs. Hamil, any thoughts on how to spend the rest of our wedding night?”

  “Naked with you, Mr. Hamil,” she said, turning around in my arms until she faced me.

  “Would you like to play a little?” I asked hopefully, and pulled the knotted tie from around my neck and dangled it in my hand.

  “Yes, please,” she said breathlessly.

  “Good,” I said, my pulse galloping at the thought of what I’d do to her.

  My hands skimmed her back, finding and unfastening the buttons of her dress. It fell from her shoulders, leaving her gloriously clad in moonligh
t, garters, thong, stockings, and high heels.

  It hit me that this woman belonged to me now, absolutely, in every way; the ring on her finger told the world she was mine.

  I grabbed a chair from the dining room and brought it out to the balcony, placing it in front of her.

  “Turn around and hold out your hands in front of you, palms down,” I demanded.

  Irelyn stood with her hands in front of her. Her parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes told me all I needed to know. She was ready for what I had planned.

  Fuck, me, too!

  I placed the tie around her wrists and tightened the knot, effectively binding her hands.

  “Stand in front of the chair and grab hold of the back. Don’t let go unless I tell you to.”

  Without question, Irelyn did as I directed and held on to the back of the chair, her body slightly arched.

  “Perfect.” I walked behind her, pulled her hair away from her neck, and started kissing it.

  Irelyn moaned at the contact, and I felt the goose bumps grow on her smooth skin; I was going to drive her crazy. By the time I finished, we’d both be desperate and begging for the release I planned for us.

  My cock twitched, eager to be inside her, and I clung to my already-wavering self-control. I wanted to take her hard and fast. Now! But not tonight; the agenda didn’t include hard and fast.

  I ran my tongue along the curve of her bent body, and she let go of the chair.

  “Hands back on the chair,” I growled. I stepped back, removing all contact.

  Irelyn whimpered but returned her hands to the chair.

  “Shit, Irelyn, you have no idea how sexy that ass of yours looks in that garter and thong. Don’t you dare take off those shoes.” I ran my hand over her firm ass before squeezing each cheek. Then, I stripped out of my own clothes so I could return my attentions to the quivering woman before me.

  I pulled her body into my erection, and she ground her ass against me as she let go of the chair again.

  “Don’t let go of the chair, Irelyn!” I stepped back and slapped her ass with my hand, eliciting a loud yelp. I caressed her now-pink, stinging cheek, rubbing my cock over the same spot.

  We both gasped.

  My lord, my wife was hot, standing there scantily-clad, and I planned to make a slow feast of her. Taking a step forward, I closed the small distance between us and ran my hand up her thigh.

  “Spread your legs, baby. Open for me.”

  Irelyn spread her legs, giving me access to her sweet pussy. Heat cascaded off her before I even touched her.

  My cock jumped against her ass as I dipped my finger into her wetness. Her head fell back to my shoulder with her plump lips sucked in between her teeth.

  When my brain registered the smooth, hairless flesh under my fingers, I let out a long, tortured moan.

  “Irelyn?” I asked, my hand stroking her soft skin. “You’re bare! Fuck!”

  “I did it for you. I wanted to give you a wedding-night gift,” she said in that sultry, sex-filled voice that told me just how turned on I had made her.

  My over-eager cock twitched again with excitement, and I thought about giving into it, but we only had one wedding night.

  “I need to taste you. Let go of the chair. Now sit.”

  With her hands still bound, she sat on the chair.

  “Good,” I said in a half-moan as I carefully went to my knees in front of her. “Open your legs wide.”

  She did, and I took her bare pussy in my mouth. My tongue flicked over her clit in rapid succession, making her legs tense and her clit swell. I knew if I didn’t stop soon she’d come, so I suddenly quit my ministrations.

  “W-what? W-why?” she stammered with irritation as I got to my feet.

  “You come when I decide, Irelyn. Not before.” I licked the remnants of her off my lips and grinned wickedly at her.

  “But—”

  “Hush or I won’t let you come at all.”

  Irelyn glared at me, her lips pouty and defiant.

  I captured her bottom lip between my teeth, biting down gently then kissed the shit out of her.

  As we kissed, I pulled her out of the chair. She tried to push her body into mine, but her bound hands prevented the skin-to-skin contact.

  I let out a low chuckle when she moaned with frustration. When I nuzzled her neck, and teased one of her nipples, Irelyn’s frustration turned into a sigh of pleasure.

  I kept my lips on her, kissing my way down her neck, sucking on her shoulder. With her hand in mine, I walked us both around to the back of the chair.

  “Hold on to the chair, Irelyn!”

  She responded immediately as I moved to stand behind her—my front to her back.

  Pressing my body into hers, I licked a wet trail down her spine then blew on it.

  Irelyn squirmed and groaned. “Please, Zolt.”

  “Oh, I will. And trust me, this is going to be so worth it. When I do let you come, it will be the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had. Remember, don’t let go until I tell you.”

  I slipped my hand between her legs, finding her even wetter. Using her juices, I stroked my cock, readying myself to slide inside Irelyn from behind.

  “Take a step back and widen your stance.”

  When she was in the perfect position, I spanked her ass again. “Good. Mmm, I do love how pink your ass gets.”

  Holy shit, I was skirting the edge of my control, and I didn’t know if I could be inside her and hold myself back.

  Once I was at the correct angle, I slid into her from behind, pulling her hips to me, burying myself deep inside her.

  Fuck, it felt good—almost too good.

  “Don’t let go, Irelyn. And don’t you dare come,” I commanded as I began to move.

  With each thrust deep, she pushed back. We continued this maddening pace until my impending orgasm bared demandingly down on me. I pulled out of her and replaced my cock with my fingers, my thumb gliding over her clit.

  Over and over, I toyed with us both, taking us to the brink of ecstasy and pulling us back. Whimpers of our denied need rent the night.

  “I. Want. To. Come,” Irelyn begged.

  “Me, too,” I growled and bit her neck. When she groaned and pushed back against me, I gave in to our needs.

  “Let go of the chair and straddle me,” I said as I moved around the chair and sat.

  Irelyn moved in front of me in a flash.

  I grabbed her hands, loosened the knot of the tie and unbound them. “Straddle me,” I groaned.

  She did, impaling herself on my throbbing cock.

  “Ooh,” she cried. Her eyes rolled back as she tilted her head, letting her blonde mane cascade down her back. With her hands on my shoulders, she dug in her nails.

  It hurt, but I didn’t care. My cock jerked inside her, and I started to move with a singular purpose—my hands clutching her hips, guiding them up and down. As much as I wanted this to last forever, we were both at the breaking point. I took hold of her hair and pulled her mouth to mine, kissing her brutally.

  “Come, Irelyn,” I ground out through my gritted teeth, holding back my own release until hers began.

  We both cried out a second later, speaking the crazy-sex language unique to us. Her body quivered and her muscles squeezed me from within, drawing out my climax until I wondered if it would ever stop.

  Hands down, it was the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. I clutched Irelyn to me, pressing her tits to my chest.

  She lifted her head, and we stared into each other’s eyes silent for a long moment.

  Irelyn opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Then she buried her head in the curve of my neck as I caressed her back. When I felt wetness on my skin, I lifted her head.

  “Baby?”

  “We’re married.” She held up my left hand and kissed my wedding ring. “For so long, you were my fantasy. My go-to for relief when I couldn’t stand my life. Now, you’re my husband. I love you, Zolt Hamil.”

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sp; I smoothed strands of hair from her wet face and kissed her tenderly.

  “Oh, baby. I love you, too, Mrs. Hamil.”

  I woke a few hours later with an incredible sense of darkness weighing on me. I recognized the feeling of foreboding immediately, and my blood went cold.

  Irelyn slept soundly on her side, and I quietly slipped from the bed. Padding into the kitchen, I found my pipe and loaded up a bowl; if I didn’t smoke, there’d be no going back to sleep.

  A few minutes later, I climbed back into bed, intent on closing my eyes, but the moonlight streamed in the room and perfectly highlighted Irelyn’s female curves. The sheet had slipped down to below her waist, exposing a glorious side-view of her tits.

  I stared at her, amazed at the thought that I had a wife. For a man who didn’t stay with one woman, the thought I was someone’s husband was still too surreal. Sure, we still had much to learn about each other, but we had time.

  I held up my left hand and twisted my wedding ring, letting my blissful happiness warm me and chase away some of the darkness that still surrounded me.

  Absently, I petted her silky hair. An image of a blond little boy with my blue eyes flashed in my mind, and I smiled. Yeah, I could see that in our future. Maybe not right away, but in a few years, definitely.

  Irelyn shifted a little in her sleep, and I took my hand away. I should leave her alone, but I couldn’t help myself. I gently dragged my index finger over her hip, trailing the curves I loved.

  “Mmm,” she mewled and turned on her back, placing her arm over her head.

  “Fuck,” I moaned as I licked my lips.

  Her lovely nipples were stiff with what I hoped was an invitation. Because, invitation or not, I couldn’t stop myself from taking one in my mouth. Making love to her would dispel the darkness. Of course, my cock swelled in agreement.

  “Zolt,” Irelyn cooed.

  I moved my body over hers and pressed my forehead to hers. “Baby, I need you. Please.”

  “Yes,” she answered, her voice heavy with sleep.

  Our lips met in the moonlight for a sweet and needful kiss. God, her lips, were so soft and delicious. She kissed me back like we had all the time in the world. Her hands traced over the topography of my back and my body responded, muscles tensing and releasing at her touch; she needed this as much as I did.