“Zane…”
I growled in response.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered what I’d found out in that stairwell—Sadie was a virgin. As much as my body was screaming for her, as much as I wanted to fuck her senseless, I knew I couldn’t do that to her. Her first time couldn’t be like this—afraid, alone, in danger. I wouldn’t do that to her.
She deserved to be treated like a queen. In a bed, with rose petals and candles. I wouldn’t fuck her on my couch when she was on the run from her father.
I leaned back and cupped her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She moved her hips back and forth slowly, and I groaned.
“Sadie, wait.”
Her eyebrows twitched upwards. She placed her hands on my chest and tilted her head to the side.
“What?”
I shook my head. “We shouldn’t do this.”
Her lower lip jutted out in a pout and my cock throbbed. Fuck, I wanted her. I took a deep, raking breath and closed my eyes for a moment. My hands were resting on her ass, and the closeness of her sex was driving me insane.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I repeated, trying to convince myself. She pressed her center towards me and I groaned.
“Why not?”
“You’re…” I took a deep breath.
“A virgin?”
I nodded. “I don’t want your first time to be like this.”
“Shouldn’t I get to decide how my first time is?”
Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to take her, to fuck her, to give her what she wanted. What I wanted. She slid her hand down my chest and between my legs. My cock strained towards her and she stroked it gently.
“Shouldn’t this be my choice, Zane?”
I groaned as she moved her hand back and forth. The thought of fucking her had been driving me wild ever since I’d first laid eyes on her the night of the concert.
But the thought of being the only man to have her? That was driving me completely insane. I’d tortured myself, thinking of her being with Balmoral. I’d driven myself into a rage at the thought of another man inside her, but now…
Now it was different. This wasn’t something that I wanted to rush. I couldn’t just take her virginity on my couch after stealing her away from her house. I’d never taken anyone’s virginity! I wasn’t going to ruin this for her. As much as I wanted to claim her completely, it wasn’t the right time.
No matter how much she said she wanted it, I didn’t want her to remember me like this.
Her hand was still stroking between my legs, and I pulled it away. Her eyebrows drew together and I shook my head.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Sadie.” I slipped my finger under her bra strap and slid it off her shoulder, caressing her silky skin. She let out a whimper, and I exhaled. “I’m not going to fuck you, but I will make you come.”
Picking her up, I laid her down on the couch beside me. I caged her between my arms, crushing my lips to hers. She slid her hand down to my crotch and I growled.
“No.” I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Don’t touch my cock.”
“But I want to,” she sighed. She bit her lip, writhing underneath me. “I want you, Zane.”
“You’re going to get me. Just not now.”
She whimpered in frustration. With one hand pinning her arms over her head, I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. I slipped my hand into her pants and groaned.
She was so. Fucking. Wet.
My fingers slid through her slit and she moaned. I brushed the tips of my fingers over her bud, and she gasped my name. I growled, lowering my head to her neck and sweeping my lips over her skin. I worked my fingers back and forth, teasing her opening ever so slightly.
Sadie was so… responsive. It was like her body was ultra-sensitive, like every touch sent her body into a frenzy. She gasped, moaned, and panted. She arched her back and rolled her hips towards me as I teased her with my fingertips.
I was barely touching her, and I could feel the wetness dripping out of her. It was turning me the fuck on.
I ran my tongue across her collarbone, and finally sank my finger inside her. Her whole body was quivering, and I let her settle down before I slowly, slowly dragged my finger back out. Her breath was jagged as I slid it back inside. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, her jaw.
“That okay?”
“That’s nice.” Her chest heaved. I curled my finger against the front of her walls, and she closed her eyes. Her lips dropped open and a long, low moan escaped between them. I moved slowly, letting her feel every sensation to its fullest.
This was the most erotic thing I’d ever done. It was something that would normally be rushed. I’d have a woman undressed and be sheathed inside her as fast as possible. Probably doggy style, so I wouldn’t have to look at her face.
Not Sadie.
I wanted to take my time.
I wanted to watch her face when I slipped a second finger inside her. I wanted to hear the sexy little moans she made when I circled my thumb around her clit. Everything was a gasp, a moan, a tremble. Every fucking thing I did made her whole body react.
I moved my hand faster, in and out and in and out. My thumb worked her clit faster and faster until her whimpers turned to moans and then to screams. She sank her teeth into my shoulder and I let her wrists go, dropping my hand to cup her breast. I ripped the bra off her tits and pinched her nipple as I caught her lips in mine.
She screamed into my mouth and I knew I’d made her come. Her back arched, her body convulsed. The walls of her tight virgin pussy clamped down on my fingers as she gushed her sweet honey all over my hand. Her fingers dug into me as she moaned into my mouth.
I was just getting started.
I pulled my hand out of her pants and brought it to my lips, groaning. Her eyes widened as she watched me, her chest still heaving underneath me. I slid my fingers between my lips and tasted her juices for the first time. I nearly exploded as soon as her taste hit my tongue. A growl rumbled through my chest.
“You taste so fucking good, angel.”
She bit her lip, and my cock lurched. I had to claim her. I had to make her mine, and only mine, forever. There was no other option.
Sadie was everything. She was the one, the only. She was the beginning and the end.
She put her hands on my shoulders, tracing small circles and she sighed.
“That was…” She shivered and shook her head. “That was nice.”
Her fingers drifted down my chest, and she reached for my cock again. I didn’t have the strength to stop her. She stroked it over my pants as I groaned, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against hers.
“I want you, Zane.”
I growled. My cock throbbed. Precum leaked out the swollen tip and soaked into my boxers. With one hand, I reached down and unbuckled my pants. My cock sprang free, and Sadie’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at my shaft, her hands hovering an inch away.
“Can I… can I touch it?”
I laughed and nodded. “Yes, you can touch it.”
Her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft, and I groaned. I knelt on the sofa, her legs pinned under mine. She stroked me softly, back and forth, flicking her eyes between my cock and my face.
“That was my first orgasm,” she blurted. She blushed, avoiding my gaze.
My eyes widened. “What?”
She shrugged, all her focus on my steel-hardened cock. Her movements became faster, and her thumb rolled over my crown. I groaned.
“What do you mean, you first orgasm?”
“I mean I’ve never come before.” She trained her thumb through my precum, sliding it down my shaft. I nearly lost control and made a mess of her tits and stomach.
I leaned forward, my hands resting on either side of her head. She stroked faster, finally lifting her eyes up to me. Finally, she shrugged.
“I haven’t done much more than kissing and… he
avy petting, I guess.”
“What about when you play with yourself?”
She shook her head. “I don’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m shy.”
I pushed myself off her, backing up to sit on the coffee table. I reached for her pants and slid them down her legs. She giggled and helped shimmy out of them. Her little white panties clung to her silken, soaked lips. I spun her around, placing her feet on my knees.
I nodded. “Touch yourself.”
Her eyes widened, and I slid my hands up her calves. I gripped her thighs, spreading them wider. A blush warmed her cheeks. Her hands slid onto her stomach, and she paused. She bit her lip.
“I can’t, Zane. I can hardly do this when there’s no one around, let alone when you’re right there watching me.”
I dropped my hand to my cock and started stroking.
“I’m right here with you.”
Her chest rose and fell again, and she slipped her hand under her panties. I desperately wanted to rip the fabric away. I wanted to see her—all of her—to watch her slip her fingers into her tight pussy, but I knew that would be too much for her. She dropped her eyes to my shaft, watching me stroke my cock.
I moved my hand up and down my length, softly, slowly, because I was about three good pumps away from blowing a fucking momentous load. Sadie watched me, and her hand traveled further between her legs.
I groaned as her eyes closed, and her fingers started to twirl around her clit. She bit her lip, her breath growing ragged as her fingers moved faster.
When she opened her eyes again, they were hooded with pleasure.
“I want to watch, Sadie. I want to watch you make yourself come.” My voice was a low growl, and I didn’t move except for my hand on my cock.
After a beat, Sadie nodded. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and dragged them down her perfect legs. When she placed her feet back on my knees, I groaned.
She was perfect. Fucking perfect.
Her hand moved hesitantly back towards her clit. I urged her on with a groan, pumping my cock a bit faster. We stopped speaking. We communicated in looks, in noises, in movements.
Apart from her feet on my knees, we weren’t touching, but it was the hottest thing I’d ever done. The tip of my cock was swollen and purple, but I wasn’t ready to come. I wanted to watch this perfect being bring herself to the edge and fly over it before I allowed myself to follow.
Her other hand slid up towards her breast and I watched her roll her nipple between her fingers. It was almost too much. Her knees fell apart as she closed her eyes, rolling her hips gently to the movement of her own fingers.
Soft moans emanated from her, and I responded with my own. Her eyes flicked to my face, and then back down to my cock.
A drop of wetness beaded at her opening, and I couldn’t resist. I slid my free hand up her leg and stroked her pussy with the tips of my fingers.
Her chest heaved and her belly caved as her breath became ragged. Her hand was trembling on her clit, moving faster and faster.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Make yourself come for me. Make that pretty little pussy come now.” My fingers circled her opening and she whimpered, pushing herself towards me.
I grinned. She wanted this just as much as I did. I slid my hand over her opening, letting my fingers slide back towards her tight little asshole. My thumb slid smoothly into her opening as the tips of my fingers touched her ass. She gasped, pinching her nipple and twirling her clit even faster.
“Don’t stop,” I growled. My cock was painfully hard. It felt fucking huge in my hand, and I leaned towards her. I could smell her sex, and it was driving me insane.
When I started fucking her with my thumb, sliding my fingers over her ass, she bucked and lurched and fucking exploded. She screamed the most perfect scream I’d ever heard, squeezing her eyes shut and never stopped touching herself for an instant.
Her walls contracted around my thumb and it was over for me. I couldn’t resist any longer. I roared as an orgasm exploded through my swollen cock. Thick, white ropes of cum shot out of me, splashing over her thighs, her stomach, our hands, her perfect pussy. She gasped, quivering and moaning until her orgasm subsided. I slipped my thumb out of her and squeezed her thigh, resting my forehead on her knee.
When I looked at her, she was trailing her fingers through my seed on her stomach. My heart stirred when she flicked her eyes up towards me. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them tentatively.
“Salty,” she giggled.
I groaned.
I’d marked her as mine. From now on, no matter what, there would be no one else. I would be the only man to touch her, the only man to taste her, the only man that she would ever need.
12
Sadie
If someone had told me a week ago that I’d be masturbating in front of Zane Wolfe, I wouldn’t have believed them. But I did, and I liked it.
No, I loved it. I felt sexy and sensual. I felt like a woman. I loved the way Zane was looking at me, how he was touching me, and how completely and totally spent I felt.
He got me a towel from a bathroom down the hall, and I wrapped it around my waist.
“Shower?”
“Upstairs. I’ll show you.” I grabbed my bag, gathered my clothes, and followed him. The house was much bigger than it looked from the outside, and we walked from one end all the way to the other until we got to a set of stairs. We passed through beautifully decorated living rooms and passed at least two bathrooms.
The stairs creaked as Zane put his weight on them and I chuckled.
“How big is this place? I thought it was just a regular row house.”
“I bought three of them.”
I watched his ass as we went up the stairs, grinning. “Right. As you do. I also bought three houses. It’s casual. I get it.”
He glanced over his shoulder, and a smirk tugged at his lips. “I don’t like neighbors.”
“What if you need to borrow a cup of sugar? You’d have to go all the way to the store.”
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He waited for me at the top step, his eyes gleaming.
He turned down the hallway and led me to what I assumed was a guest bedroom. I doubted anyone had slept here in a long time, judging by the musty smell in the room. He pressed a button to turn the air conditioning on and cracked the window, leaving the blinds closed.
“The ensuite is through there. I just opened that to air the place out a bit, but you can close it when you finish your shower. There should be shampoo and everything in there, but if you need anything just let me know.”
I smiled, holding the towel around my waist. Taking a step towards him, I laid a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Thank you.”
He nodded and disappeared out the door. I dropped the towel and turned on the shower. As soon as I stepped under the stream of hot water, I sighed in contentment.
I took my time. I washed the fear, and the sweat, and the sex off my body. I washed my worries and the last of the dirty feeling that Thomas had left on my skin. I stood under the stream of water until I felt like a new person.
Then, I dried myself and slipped on a tee-shirt and pajama shorts that I’d packed with Mags. Stepping from the ensuite to the guest bedroom, I shivered and turned the air conditioner off. I closed the window as well—I still had a knot of fear at the base of my stomach, and having an open window in my bedroom didn’t sit well with me.
I stared at the bed, but instead of climbing in, I poked my head into the hallway. I could see light on in another room, so I tiptoed down the creaky wooden floors towards it.
The door was ajar. I could see Zane’s leg on the bed, and I craned my ears to listen.
Nothing.
I nudged the door further open. Zane was lying on his back, snoring softly. He was still wearing his pants with his fly undone. All the lights were on. It was like he’d passed out as soon as he laid down in bed.
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p; A part of me was disappointed. I’d hoped to sleep by his side tonight. But I took a step towards him and smiled. He looked so peaceful. All the lines in his forehead were smooth in his sleep. His breath was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling as he slept. I flicked the lights off and walked back to my bedroom.
I must have been more exhausted than I thought, because I woke up without realizing I’d even fallen asleep. Light was poking through the edges of the blinds, and I rolled over to see the alarm clock. It was just past eight o’clock.
I reached for the side table, where I would usually keep my phone, only to remember that it was probably smashed on the road somewhere. Either that, or it was already found by someone on the street, wiped, and sold to a pawn shop or a drug dealer.
I didn’t have a computer, or a phone, or anything to connect me to the outside world. I hadn’t noticed a landline in Zane’s house, and I doubted he would have one. It didn’t seem like he’d be the kind of guy to have people to call.
The reality of my situation started to dawn on me. I was isolated, alone, with no way to know how much danger I was in.
I knew one thing, though: I trusted Zane. He was the only one that had proven to me time and again that he had my best interests at heart. Even last night, as strange as it seemed. When he asked me to pleasure myself in front of him, it was like he showed me that it was okay to do it. Almost like he was telling me that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and that he would like it.
In all my years post-puberty, I’d always been too embarrassed to masturbate. In one evening, Zane broke down those barriers and showed me that there was nothing to be worried about.
It wasn’t just physical protection he was providing me. He was showing me new sides of myself every time I saw him.
I sat up in bed, throwing the covers off and stretching my arms overhead. I stretched my neck from side to side, and that’s when I spotted it—the note.
My name was written in block letters on a folded piece of paper placed on top of my bag. I walked over to it, frowning.
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