by Ford, Mia
“Seth?” I breathe.
He blinks and shakes his head a little, his body swaying slightly as though he’s fighting with himself. But he doesn’t move backward.
“Zoe,” he murmurs.
Thump…thump… My heartbeat is so loud that I’m surprised Seth can’t hear it. I try to rouse myself and remember my resolve. But it’s hard to think past the look Seth is giving me.
I don’t know who moved first. One moment we’re standing there as though we’re frozen, gazing at each other, Seth’s fingers lightly touching my shoulder. Then my lips are meeting his in a fierce kiss.
Dizzy with desire, my arms wind around Seth’s neck as I tug him closer, my mouth opening as our tongues tangle together. Seth presses himself flush against me, and I can feel his interest as our hips meet.
Part of my mind is trying to ask me what I think I’m doing. The rest of me tells that part to shut up.
We stumble backward, and my back hits the kitchen table. Only then do we separate, gasping for air. My hand is on his neck, and I can feel his pulse racing beneath my palm. The feeling of it fascinates me, and I lean in to lick a stripe over the pulse, making him shudder.
“Shit,” he hisses, throwing his head back. “The things you do to me, Zoe… How…?”
The things I do to him? Logical thought filters through slowly. It’s clear, all of a sudden, that Seth wants me just as much as I want him. But how long has he felt this way?
I suddenly feel a burning desire to know.
I latch onto his neck and nip his pulse with my teeth. Then I put my mouth around it and suck deeply. He lets out an odd groan, his fingers digging into my hips.
“What do I do to you, Seth?” I murmur against his skin.
“What?” Seth gasps.
“What do I do to you?” I repeat, thrusting my hips against his.
Seth growls and presses me hard against the table.
“Can’t you feel what you do?” he asks in a low voice, grinding against me to make his interest obvious. “You’re perfect, Zoe. I can never look away from you.”
I groan as he tangles one of his hands in my hair, tugging at it and sweeping his nails against my scalp. The thrill that shoots through me, though, isn’t just because of the feeling of his hands; it’s his words. Until this moment, it was difficult to believe that I had managed to catch his eye. He presses a hard kiss to my lips then pulls back a little.
“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to touch you?” he growls. “How many times I’ve looked at you and wanted to feel you?”
My head is spinning with all the sensations. But I manage to grapple back some control, and I grip his shoulders, feeling his sinewy muscles, wondering if he can feel just how much I want him just through my touch. I raise myself up on my toes until my lips touch his ear, my breath tickling the skin.
“Then touch me,” I breathe.
We both pause for a heartbeat, the weight of those words washing over us. Then Seth moves, using his knee to force my legs apart as he slides neatly between them.
“I’m going to wreck you,” he promises, his breathing ragged as he dips his head down to kiss me.
Another bit of logic permeates. It’s early, earlier than normal, and Alicia is in bed. Is she asleep? There are some nights when she wanders downstairs, half asleep. If she came down now…
The thought makes me push Seth away. Not expecting it, he stumbles back a step, blinking wildly.
“Alicia,” I gasp. “She could come downstairs.”
Comprehension dawns. At this moment, I know, everything could be ruined. It would be so easy for both of us to step away now and pretend that this didn’t happen. In a way, I’m giving Seth an out, as well.
He doesn’t take it.
“Okay,” he says, and then his smoldering eyes meet mine. “Bedroom.”
He steps forward and captures me in his arms once more, kissing me deeply. I melt in his grip, allowing him to dominate the kiss, and I’m too dazed to think much more as he pulls back and tugs on my wrist.
I almost trip on the steps on the way up, drunk on lust, and we tiptoe past Alicia’s room, unwilling to wake her. There is no sound from her room, so we steal into Seth’s room and close the door.
I get a glimpse of a room tastefully decorated in creams, with maroon curtains and dark wood furniture, before I’m being pushed against the closed door. Seth nips my ear and then begins pressing kisses down my jaw. His fingers are trembling, I suddenly realize; has he realized, too, the magnitude of what we’re doing?
Does he realize and still want this as much as I do, anyway?
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he mutters, tugging at the hem of my tank top.
“Look who’s talking,” I quip back as my fingers find his tie and tug it from his knot.
We pull back from each other so that he can pull my tank top off and I can make quick work of the buttons on his shirt. I slide it over his shoulders, making sure to run the palms of my hands over his skin, my eyes never leaving his. Then I lean in to bite the soft skin at the nape of his neck.
“Fuck, Zoe,” Seth gasps.
His back arches and I dimly realize that this is the second time he has had such a reaction to me biting him. I file it away, unsure if I’ll need this knowledge in the future. His body is receptive under my touch, as he gasps and tenses, and his dark eyes, full of lust and heated promises follow me.
“Help me with this belt,” I murmur.
He fumbles with the buckle while I shimmy out of my own jeans, kicking them aside, leaving me standing in underwear. Once the belt is gone, I push my fingers under the hem of his pants, feeling the silk boxers underneath. His skin is hot to the touch.
I want him so bad. There is nothing that can stop me now. I’ve waited so long for this. He’s the only one that can stop me now and, when he doesn’t, I know I have full reign as I run my hands over his hips.
Then I give him a wicked smile and push him back a step for a second time. Before he can question it, I sink to my knees, undoing the button on his bands. His breath seems to stop as I gently take his zipper with my teeth, and I pull it downward. Once it’s completely undone, I help him step out of his pants, taking his shorts with them.
Then Seth stands in front of me, completely naked. His cock stands at attention in front of me, hard and leaking, and I reach up to grip it with my hand. He gasps and thrusts forward. Seeing the effect I have on him is heady.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I grin at him and take my hand away. Before he can protest, I blow softly over his cock, making it twitch wildly, and then I reach up to grip his hips. He’s looking down at me, too addled to realize what I’m doing, and I dare to wink at him before I lean in and lick him.
His garbled shout isn’t comprehensible, but I’m pleased with the reaction. I kiss down his length until I reach the tip, and I take it into my mouth, swirling the salty pre-cum with my tongue. Seth’s hands find my hair, and he’s tugging at it almost painfully, but I don’t care. Seth is here in front of me, and I can touch and taste as much as I want.
I take more of him in my mouth and I suck lightly. Seth shudders beneath my hands, and I can feel lust thrumming through him as I take in each reaction. I want to feel him on me, pressed against me and in me, but first I want to show him how much I want him.
Before long, though, I can feel his hands tugging insistently at me. My mouth leaves his cock, and Seth hauls me to his feet. He’s panting harshly.
“No more,” he says roughly. “I want to come inside you.”
I look up at him. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are wild. I did this to him. I brought him to his knees.
He pushes me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and I fall against the soft comforter. Seth presses against me, grabbing my knees and pushing them apart with his hands. His cock presses against my panty-covered vagina, and I writhe beneath him, feeling the heat and wetness building between my legs.
Fire is swirling
around us, tying us together in fiery loops. A tiny part of my mind makes a token protest, reminding me that this isn’t a good idea, and my body stills for a moment as I consider this. But then Seth looks down at me and I silence it for the last time.
There’s nothing in the world that could convince me that this isn’t a good idea. I feel like I’ll fall apart if Seth doesn’t keep touching me.
I feel Seth’s hands on my panties, and then he’s tugging them down, leaving me only in my bra. I hurry to be rid of that, too, twisting and writhing on the comforter, accidentally pressing myself more against him, as I unclip it and toss it away, leaving me as naked as he is.
My hips buck upward as his fingers play between my legs, pressing into me as my head falls backward.
“No games,” I pant. “Fuck me, Seth.”
I open my eyes, which I hadn’t realized were closed, in time to see a slow smile spread across Seth’s face. He wants this as much as I do.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk,” he breathes.
Then he’s pushing into me, and I cling to his shoulders as he pushes forward inch by inch. The heat rises until it’s burning me inside and out, and he slams into me, hitting a spot that sends pleasure beyond my wildest dreams flooding through me. His hips come flush with me and we hesitate, adjusting to the feeling of being so connected.
“So tight,” Seth groans. “Shit, Zoe, you’re going to be the death of me…”
I look up at him, searching his expression for some sign that he might already be regretting this. There are none. Then I tighten my legs around him and press him further into me, making us both groan.
“Then fuck me,” I say.
He pulls out and then slides into me once more. His muscles bunch beneath my hands and he moves, and he picks up speed as we move together, my hips meeting his with every thrust. Words fall from my lips, but I can’t tell what they are or if they’re just garbled sounds.
“Yes, clench your pussy around me,” Seth gasps. “Make me feel you!”
“More,” I groan in response. “Harder!”
I can feel everything heating around me, blazing and terrifying, and so perfect that it almost hurts. It’s everything I want. Everything that I know I shouldn’t have.
I push that little voice of reasoning away. Seth is here, now, with me, and I can’t consider the future just now. I don’t know what will happen next, and any worry about it is instantly swept away in the passion that surrounds us the moment it even enters my mind.
Tonight is all about the two of us. I can worry about the rest of it in the morning.
Chapter Twelve
Seth
She’s right in front of me, absolutely perfect, from her amazing curves to her smoldering eyes.
I reach out and touch the smooth skin on her arm, my fingers gliding over her body. Everything about her… She’s so vivid, a memory that will linger crystal clear within my thoughts for a long time to come. Every part of her surrounds me, taking my breath away, stealing my sanity.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this. A distant part of my mind is cursing my poor self-control. Did it really only take just a little bare skin to reduce me to this?
The rest of me doesn’t care. The part of me that can feel Zoe’s legs locked around me, that mingles my breath with hers as we desperately kiss, thinks that this is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
That part is what makes me hook a hand under her knee and lean forward, pressing myself deeper into her, and she throws her head back with a garbled groan that doesn’t even sound like English anymore. Some dark part of me purrs at this, at the mess that I have reduced her to.
“Can you feel me?” I ask her, thrusting into her body with a particularly hard slam that makes her wail. “Can you feel how deep I am inside you while I’m fucking you?”
“Yes!” she cries, and her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging and tearing at it in a way that makes me shudder. “Yes, fuck me harder, Seth!”
I grin and thrust in once more. Her eyes snap open to meet mine, and, for a moment, I’m lost in the lust-ridden haze that blows her pupils wide. My thrusts falter at the fire that races through me, and then, suddenly, her leg hooks around mine, she twists us both, and the ground is moving beneath me. When we stop moving, she’s hovering over me, curtains of dark hair falling around us, panting harshly. We’re no longer connected, and I feel the loss of the tight heat that was around me keenly.
“Too slow, Seth,” she says. “Let me show you how I want it.”
I don’t have time to ask her what she means. She sinks down on my pulsing cock, pulling herself down until she’s sitting flush on my lap as I lay flat on the bed, watching her with ever-increasing lust. There’s a pink flush from the exertion crawling up her cheeks, and her entire body is shuddering with passionate fever. She sits still, adjusting, and I reach up to grip her shoulders.
“So?” I say, digging my fingers into the flesh of her arms. “Show me just how you’ll wreck that pussy, Zoe.”
She groans at my words, lifts herself onto her knees, and slams herself down. Her eyes roll backward at the sensation, and she bounces a few more times before she finally finds a rhythm, her legs already trembling.
My hands aren’t idle. I use this time to explore her skin, finding the points that make her gasp and falter. I knead her breasts and pinch her nipples to hardness, before my hands travel down to her hips and over her arms. Then I cup her backside, feeling the round globes in my hands.
And when I grow tired of just exploring her skin, I grip her hips hard, momentarily startling her, and thrust up just as she pushes down. Zoe cries out at the unexpected sensation, her whole body writhing on my lap, as she stops, trying to catch her breath.
“Keep going,” I say, giving her a slow smile, and her eyes widen as they meet mine, her breath ragged as she reads the raw lust that I’m feeling. “I want to feel you, I want you to feel every part of me.”
She shudders at my words and lifts herself up again. This time, as I thrust up, she’s ready for me, and we slowly move together, our movements perfectly in unison. It’s like a dance that only the two of us know the moves to, and there’s nothing more perfect in the world than this. Nothing else matters, not Zoe being my nanny, not all my misgivings about feeling anything more than friendship for her, not even the lingering memories of Rose. Zoe is here, in the present, and she’s all I can feel.
I can feel my body tightening, ready to end this, and I suddenly stop, my grip tightening on Zoe as I force her to stop, as well. I’m not ready for all this to end. If I let go now, then this will be it. We’ll lose it all, because I know myself well enough to know what I’ll decide in the morning, when the heat of passion has left us and the weight of responsibility drops down once more.
“Seth,” Zoe pants, frustration in her gaze and in her body as she tries to move. “Seth, what…?”
I grip her and, in one smooth movement, I roll us around once more, pulling out of her. I’m painfully hard, and my body cries out at the sudden loss once more. Zoe whimpers, surging up as I pull back, sitting so that I’m standing between her legs, my cock pressing against her leg.
“Not yet, Zoe,” I say. There’s a fire in my breast. There’s still so much I want to do with this woman before the light of logic comes in the morning. “You got to taste my cock. Now I want to taste your pussy.”
I drop down to my knees. The light of realization comes to her eyes, and my mouth goes dry as I look up at her, her legs falling apart even further as she watches me, inviting me in closer.
I look down. Her vagina is there, wet and open. I reach out with two fingers to stroke it, and it flutters as though nervous under my gaze. Above me, Zoe groans and falls back on to her elbows.
“Such a wrecked pussy, Zoe,” I say silkily. “Let me give it some attention.”
I push my fingers into her, thrusting them in and out of her pliant body, and she chokes on a gasp, her hands clenching in the cove
rs. Pleased at the reaction, I add a third finger. Her body swallows it eagerly, still open and prepared from my cock.
“You’re so open and willing to take me,” I grin.
“More,” Zoe breaths. “Give me more!”
I pull my fingers away, and she groans, disappointed. I chuckle. I don’t know where this behavior is coming from; there’s nothing I want more than to see Zoe as a writhing mess on my bed, completely undone. It helps that she seems to want this, too. She’s responding to every one of my actions as though she needs my touch desperately. It’s a heady feeling, to have her look at me like I’m everything she’ll ever want.
I gently push her legs away further. Then I lean in, licking an experimental trail down her vulva, much like the way she had done to me earlier, and I grin at the half-moan, half-shriek she voices, her legs trembling with the sheer force of will as she keeps them still. Then I put my mouth on her and, without warning, thrust my tongue into her body.
I have to hold her hips to keep her still this time as she attempts to buck. I push my tongue in deeper, lapping at the moisture that is dripping from her body, mouthing at her lips. Her back arches off the bed, and she’s pulling at my hair, though whether to encourage me or to force me to stop, I don’t know. A stream of words leaves her mouth, but she’s too far gone to do more than slur them.
I turn my head slightly to adjust the angle, and her entire body shudders. Recognizing that she’s close, I pull away and out of her, licking my lips, enjoying the taste of her. Wrecked and trembling, Zoe tries to pull herself up once more.
“Why don’t you have a taste,” I offer with a smirk.
I tug her into a hard kiss. There are a million things I want to say, and I try and pour them all into that kiss, knowing that I might not have the chance to say them again. In the morning, I can’t tell her of the feelings I’m beginning to have for her, or how hard it is to remember to be sad about Rose when she’s around. I can’t tell her how there’s a part of me, growing by the day, that wishes that she doesn’t have to go home at night.
