by Kendall Ryan
But Zach had another idea and he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the wall, pressing his body against mine so that I could feel his erection through his pants. I gasped as he roughly kissed my neck and I fought to free my hands so I could grab onto him, but he held me in place, making my heart race.
He stopped kissing me and looked at me, his deep emerald eyes hazy with desire, which turned me on even more.
“You want me to slow down?” he asked.
“And ruin all my fun?” I said, feeling cheeky.
Zach let out a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a growl and either way, it was the sexiest noise I’d ever heard. Letting go of my hands, he grabbed my hips and lifted me in the air. I wrapped my legs around him and he continued to kiss my neck and shoulders as he walked us to his bedroom.
Once inside, he tossed me onto the bed, pulling his shirt the rest of the way off, before focusing his attention back on me. Looking at me with adoration and wonder, Zach lifted my dress off over my head, and then dropped to his knees before me, like I was an altar and he came to worship me. Removing each boot and setting it aside, Zach carefully began to pull down my tights, dragging his fingers along my thighs as he went. My skin tingled with anticipation, and heat rocketed through me. When he was finished slipping off my tights, he rose to his feet again. The room was completely still and silent, except for the pounding of my heart.
“Are you sure about this? I need to be certain this is what you want.” His voice was a low, sexy growl.
“I’m sure.” I’d never been more sure of anything in my entire life.
Zach pulled off his jeans, revealing the outline of his very hard cock through his boxer briefs. If I wasn’t wet before, now I was soaking. I’d dreamed of his body—of this particular appendage since we were last together. And tonight I’d finally have him in all the ways I’d fantasized about.
He climbed onto the bed, dragging me closer to him. I arched my back and moaned softly when I felt him rub against me. He slowly peeled off my panties, dragging his fingers along my body like he had with the tights, making me writhe with desire. When I was completely bare, I reached for his boxer briefs, my fingers shaking like a nervous child unwrapping her Christmas present too early.
“God, you make me crazy,” he groaned as my fingertips grazed his bare skin. I continued tugging until his cock sprang free—it was perfect, and even bigger than I remembered.
The sight of it made me crave him all the more, made my desire jump to new heights, and I let out a shaky breath and reached for him, ready to feel him inside me, but Zach had other plans.
“Turn over,” he breathed.
I was breathing heavily, my pulse thundering loudly in my ears, so caught up in how much I wanted him that it took me a moment to register what he’d said. I was so full of need for him I would have done anything he asked me to. I turned over, nervously waiting for what he planned to do to me. Zach ran his hands along my hips and grabbed my ass in his hands. Then he gave it a hard slap, making me cry out. I arched my back again, lifting it toward him, and before it had even stopped stinging he slapped my tender flesh again. He kissed up and down my spine, making my body tremble, every nerve on high alert. Each time he kissed me I moaned, my breath coming in short gasps. He took his time, stroking my skin, kissing and nibbling everywhere he could reach. I felt worshipped, like a goddess. A goddess who was in heat. As he moved up to kiss my shoulders, his hand slid down my spine.
My heart sped up and I whimpered as he slipped his fingers into the wetness between my legs. He rubbed me back and forth, gently touching my clit each time. My hips began to rock as I let out low moans, until I knew I needed to feel him inside me. I tried to turn over, but he held me down, continuing to rub me, before sliding his fingers roughly inside of me.
“Zach,” I moaned.
My heart was beating out of my chest and I could feel that I was close to coming. Just when I was about to lose control, he pulled his hand away and turned me over onto my back. Staring into my eyes, he reached a hand down to start fingering me again, but before he could I reached forward and grabbed onto his erection. He paused, letting out a low groan. I rubbed the length of him, ready to take control, guiding him toward me and rubbing his cock along the wetness between my legs.
“Fuck, Poppy,” he muttered as I rocked my hips against him. “Be a good girl, and let me get you ready.”
Trying to draw him closer, Zach grabbed my hand, pinning my arms above my head like he had earlier. He kissed my neck again, then moved down my chest, his tongue dancing circles around my nipple. I whimpered, my back arching toward him. Gazing up at me, he slid his tongue over my nipple, making me cry out, then gently bit down on it. I continued to moan as he moved onto the other breast, still pinning my wrists down to the bed, making me ache between my legs.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his hips closer to mine, hoping to urge him inside. He let go of my wrists and bent down to kiss me. As his tongue moved into my mouth, dancing along my tongue, he put his hand up to my breasts, rubbing both nipples at once. I slid my hands up his arms and into his hair, grabbing onto it in a fist as I arched my back and bit his lip. I kept my legs wrapped around him, until the tip of him rubbed against my clit again, sending desire scorching through me.
“Please fuck me,” I whimpered, which was all the encouragement he needed. He sat up, quickly sheathed himself in a condom, and grabbed onto my hips with both hands.
And then it was like all time stopped. Zach pressed another soft kiss to my mouth, then another, before pulling back to meet my eyes.
“Are you sure? If you’ve changed your mind, if any of this doesn’t feel right, just say the word…”
I shook my head. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
The hint of a smile twitched on his mouth. “And I, you, sweetheart.”
Positioning himself between my thighs, Zach pushed forward until I felt the broad head of him nudging against my labia. I let out a long exhale, and slowly, so slowly, Zach slid himself inside of me, inch by inch.
I cried out, thrusting my hips up toward him.
His hand low on my pubic bone stopped me. “Wait.”
“I want it.” He was huge, but still I wanted him fully inside of me.
“And you shall have it.”
I moaned softly as he continued to move maddeningly slow, gently thrusting himself in and out of me, sinking in deeper each time. Just before he was fully inside, he pulled out completely. I reached for him, shocked by the sudden feeling of emptiness.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he whispered, then pushed himself inside of me, roughly this time. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he thrust faster and harder. His breathing was coming out in gasps. I was moaning loudly, totally consumed by desire. Every nerve in my body felt electrified and I could hardly breathe. I dug my nails harder into his shoulders as my mind went blank and I finally let go, crying out loudly, my body finally giving into everything I’d denied it.
Moving one hand between us, Zach rubbed careful, teasing circles over my clit as his strokes grew more firm.
“Fuck, you are …” He didn’t finish that sentence, but the low groan that escaped him, and his powerful hips pummeling into me made me lose my mind.
My muscles contracted, I came in wave after maddening wave of pleasure that seemed to go on and on.
Zach fucked me slowly, letting me ride the delicious swells of pleasure, his gaze lowering to watch where his flesh so lewdly speared into mine.
“So sexy. So good.”
“You too,” I groaned, finally able to form words.
I couldn’t help my brain from jumping to the realization that Zach was all man—far from some adolescent who couldn’t control his body—and he’d waited for me to come first, before he started pumping his hips in earnest, chasing his own release.
Finally, I knew he was close when the muscles in his shoulders
stiffened and he let out a satisfied groan, emptying himself inside me.
Zach didn’t move, still inside me as we continued to breathe heavily. He looked into my eyes for a moment before he gently kissed me on the forehead and moved so he was lying next to me, turning his head to examine his shoulder where I’d been digging my nails into it.
“Are you going to do that every time? I might need to wear some padding.” He smirked.
I slapped him playfully, grinning. “I didn’t hear any complaints.”
He turned on his side, propping his head up with his arm, allowing me the view of all that sexy muscle and ink.
“Seriously, though, that was pretty fucking amazing.” He started drawing circles on my stomach with his other hand, which made me shiver. I swallowed. How was I already turned on again? “Maybe I should sleep with students more often.”
I snorted. “Are you trying to get even more injuries?”
“Only if they’re from you.” He grinned, pushing the hair from my face. He kissed me, and I moved closer to him, so our bodies were nestled together. He kissed me deeply, as if it knew this would be a perfect moment to ruin, my stomach let out a loud growl. He pulled back and we both started laughing.
“I know how this goes.” Zach laughed, rolling over to get out of bed. “We better get you something to eat ASAP.”
I stayed in bed, watching him as he stood and stretched, feeling relieved that there was no post-sex awkwardness between us. I was still processing that I’d finally had sex with Zach, and it was even better than I could have imagined. He turned and noticed me staring, and for once I didn’t look away. He grinned, bent down and kissed me, then gave my butt a light slap.
“I need to feed you. You’re going to need the energy for what I’ve got planned later.”
I grinned, rolling out of bed. Not wanting to put on my whole get-up again, I borrowed an over-sized t-shirt emblazoned with our college logo and a pair of drawstring shorts from Zach. He was pulling ingredients from the refrigerator when I walked into the kitchen, and when he turned and saw me he let out a low whistle.
“I would never have thought that outfit could be sexy, but you pull it off.”
I laughed, coming around the counter to examine what he was making. There was homemade pizza dough and all the ingredients laid out on the counter.
“You like pizza?” he asked.
I nodded. “I love it. This is actually perfect. Connor and I order pizza every Friday night. But making it sounds like even more fun.”
Zach nodded, handing me a jar of sauce. “We can all three make it together sometime.”
I liked the idea of that, but didn’t want to get ahead of myself.
We busied ourselves topping our pies with tomato sauce and various toppings. And after setting the timer for the oven, we retreated to the living room with glasses of red wine in hand.
When the pizza was ready, we ate casually, sitting at the kitchen table across from one another. We chatted while we ate, and it felt so natural to be with him like this, I wondered how I’d fought against it for so long.
“Is there anything you aren’t good at?” I asked, carrying our empty plates to the sink when we were finished.
“Self-control?” he asked, pulling me toward him as I walked back toward the table. He leaned forward to kiss me, but I put a hand out to stop him. Summoning my courage, I pulled the drawstring on the shorts, letting them drop to the floor and then pulled off his t-shirt so I was standing naked in front of him. His eyes travelled along my body and I shivered like he’d actually touched me, feeling my nipples harden, heat shooting between my legs at the look of desire on his face. I straddled him in his chair, leaning down to kiss him. He reached a hand for my breast, but I stopped him, pushing his hand back down.
“Not yet.” I smiled. I heard his breathing grow heavier as I kissed his neck, then pulled his own shirt off and dropped it onto the floor. I bent lower, running my tongue along his hard chest and across his nipple. He breathed in, reaching a hand to grip onto my hair, but I pushed it away, smiling up at him.
I moved so I was kneeling on the floor in front of him as I unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them and his boxer briefs down as he lifted his hips, revealing his rock hard nine inches. I looked up at him, meeting his emerald eyes before I started to lick the tip of his erection. His abs tightened, and he groaned as I put my mouth around the head, continuing to move my tongue along him, slowly taking more of him in my mouth. I moved up and down, wrapping a hand around his shaft, pausing at the tip to run my tongue along it. He let out a low sound, almost a growl, and I felt myself getting wet. I took him in even deeper, and his breathing grew more labored. He put a hand on my head, gripping my hair in his fist, gently thrusting his hips forward so he was even deeper in my mouth.
Before he could come I pulled away and stood up to straddle him again. I loved the feeling of his hardness against me, and I rocked my hips against him, so he could feel how wet I was. I moved a hand up to his head, gripping his hair as I leaned in to kiss him. He slid his tongue into my mouth greedily as I continued to slowly rock my hips so just the tip of him slid inside me. He grabbed onto me, trying to pull me down farther but I held his hands away from my body, still moving slowly.
“Poppy,” he breathed. “I need to fuck you.”
“You will,” I whispered, my breath starting to come out in gasps as I rubbed my clit against him, hardly able to control myself from letting him completely fill me.
“Condom,” he breathed, kissing the side of my throat.
I couldn’t believe I’d almost forgot. I nodded, and Zach rose to his feet, setting me down before he darted toward his bedroom, and returned with a square foil packet.
Once he was ready, I climbed into his lap once again. My intention was to tease him some more, to drive him as wild with desire as he made me, but my body throbbed, and I knew I couldn’t hold back for much longer. From the sound of his groaning, I didn’t think Zach could either.
Finally, I let go of his hands and he grabbed onto my hips, pulling me down hard so he was fully inside me, even deeper than the first time. I let out a little helpless cry of pleasure at the fullness, rocking my hips to pull him in deeper as his hands remained on my hips, guiding my body down firmly onto his hard cock.
He ran a hand up my neck and into my hair, gripping it in a fist, the other hand reaching down to rub my clit. I was trying not to come too soon, and I let my head fall back, my chest arching forward. Zach leaned forward, taking my breast in his mouth, his tongue expertly doing what his fingers had done a moment before. The sensation of him thrusting inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit and his mouth claimed my breast was too much. I grabbed onto his shoulders, moaning loudly.
“Oh my God,” I breathed. My whole body was overcome with pleasure, and I could feel the tension building inside of me. Zach’s hand gripped me tighter, and I knew he was close to finishing. I moved my hips faster, my breath coming in gasps, ending in a loud cry, waves of ecstasy swamping all my other senses as I came.
Zach pulled me against him and buried his face in my neck, softly kissing me, then pulled back to look into my eyes. The moment was intense, and we continued to breathe heavily. He was still inside me and I didn’t want to move, didn’t want the moment to end. I leaned forward and kissed his full lips as he wrapped his arms around me.
“Hold on tight, okay?”
I nodded, moving my hands to his shoulders.
He lifted me up and down over his stiff cock, using my body for his pleasure—and I freaking loved it.
After a few more thrusts, Zach was filling me with his hot semen, making that sexy, satisfied sound again that I was already growing addicted to.
“I didn’t think we could top the first time, but that was…” he trailed off.
“Mind-blowing?” I asked.
“I don’t think there’s a word for how good that was.” He pushed my hair from my face, then lifted me off him
and led me toward the bedroom. Once we were settled in bed, his arms around me as I snuggled into his side, he turned and smiled at me.
I ran a hand along his chest and snuggled in closer.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said at last. He’d laid himself bare both in his letter, and then again at his office. And heaven knew we hadn’t done much talking tonight.
I guess it was my turn to be brave.
“I’m really glad I came tonight,” I whispered.
“Me too.”
For once I wasn’t thinking about all of the things that could go wrong. We’d have to figure that out eventually, but for now I was just happy to be lying in bed with Zach.
Chapter Twenty-One
Zach
Rolling to my side, I gathered Poppy’s warm, sleepy body close to mine. And even though I had yet to open my eyes, a smile spread across my lips. We hadn’t done much in the way of talking last night, but what we lacked for in words, I’d written onto her skin, her heart. My flesh had joined with hers, and I knew I’d never be the same. I still didn’t know exactly where we stood, but Poppy had stayed all night in my bed, so that had to mean something, right?
“Hey,” she said, voice still sleepy.
“Morning.” I pressed my lips to her forehead, and Poppy rolled over, so she was facing me.
Even in the light of the morning, she was stunning. She’d packed an overnight bag and had brushed her teeth and washed her face before bed, changing into a little tank top that clung to her curves and a pair of pink boxer shorts. I loved seeing this side to her—the makeup free, wild-haired girl who looked so much younger than her twenty-four years. Like all her defenses were down.
“How did you sleep?” I asked.
Poppy smirked and nudged my erection with her hip. “I kept waking up actually. It felt like we were sleeping with a baseball bat between us.”
I chuckled. With Poppy in my bed, my erection hadn’t gotten the memo that he could relax. So, despite coming several times last night, he still wasn’t sated. Not completely. Probably wouldn’t be as long as she was in the same room as me. And I hoped that never changed.