by Ford, Mia
“Whatever,” Zoe says, leaning sideways.
She leans out too much. She wobbles and almost falls, catching herself at the last second, and I laugh, reaching out to help steady her; at some point, I gravitate to sit on the chair beside her, making a mental note, one that I’ll no doubt forget in the morning, to get more comfortable chairs.
“I’m okay,” Zoe laughs.
I don’t answer. My laughter stops and my throat dries up. In the near fall, Zoe’s shirt has slipped off her shoulder, revealing smooth, pale skin, and I can’t take my eyes away.
I know I shouldn’t. But, suddenly, I can’t bring myself to care why it’s a bad idea as I reach up to trail my fingers over her skin.
A shudder goes through Zoe at my touch, her eyes darting to meet mine, slowly darkening. The air around us abruptly turns heavy.
“Seth,” Zoe says. “Alicia, remember? That’s why you don’t want this.”
I know that. But I’m caught on the fact that she specifically mentions that I don’t want this.
“What about you?” I ask, my voice low. “What do you want, Zoe?”
Zoe gives me a hooded look, and it sends sparks of fire down each of my nerves.
“What I’ve always wanted,” she says, her voice suddenly rough.
I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. I reach out and cup her cheeks in my hands, and her eyes flutter closed.
“I can’t get you out of my head,” I whisper. “Everything about you is intoxicating.”
A distant part of my mind registers that my tribute to Rose has just gone from bad to worse. First getting drunk on her memory, and then seducing another woman?
But I don’t want to think about Rose. I want to forget all these awful feelings, which is why I took up the drink in the first place. I just want to feel Zoe, to pretend, for another night, that we actually can have something together, something that isn’t going to break under the pressure of our vastly different lifestyles and a little girl that is constantly demanding attention.
“You’re a bit slow to the party, Seth,” Zoe murmurs. She leans forward, her breath on my ear, and goosebumps rise over my skin. “I’ve been watching and wanting you for years.”
My breath catches at the admission. She doesn’t look embarrassed by it. Zoe lifts her hands and runs them through my hair, her nails scratching at my scalp.
“Do you have any idea how wet you made me for you?” she continues. “I would watch you, tending your garden, leaving for work, and I ached to have you inside me. I would dream of you, imagine everything that you would do to me. I wanted to feel your body, feel you fuck me so hard that I can’t think of anything else but you.”
I’m panting now, imagining it. I can just see Zoe touching herself as she thinks of me, just because she wanted my body.
“Then I started working with you, and I just couldn’t tear myself away,” Zoe says. She clenches her hands suddenly, holding my head in place. “Then we had sex, and it was perfect. Until you decided to go all martyr on me.” She leans forward, her lips brushing mine teasingly. “And all this time, I’ve just wanted you to fuck me again.”
I surge forward and capture her lips. I don’t want to think about any of this. Her confession is setting me on fire, and I want her in every way possible. I press my hands against her head, holding it tight, and she mewls as I slowly press her back, the arms of the chair digging uncomfortably into both of us.
When I pull back, our breathing ragged, her lips are red and swollen.
“Fine,” I say. “You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t think straight? I can do that.”
I drag her into another kiss, biting her lower lip, demanding more access. The chairs creak threateningly under us as we press as close as we can, my pants tightening uncomfortably.
“The chairs are going to break,” Zoe gasps, breaking away first.
I don’t particularly care, if I’m honest. I’ll take her right here and now. But she gets up, pulling me up with her, and I remember the couch in the room, only two steps away.
I grin and put my hand on the small of her back, tugging her flush against me, separated only by the thin barrier of clothes between us. She writhes against my body, and I capture her lips once more. With one hand, I run my hand down her thigh, and hook my hand around her left calf, urging her to lift her leg up to my hip. She obeys the silent demand, and, without warning, I lift her, her legs wrapping automatically around me, her arms grabbing my shoulders.
But we don’t break apart. She almost melds into me, and I want to just stand there, feeling her, but it isn’t enough. I turn and carry her to the couch until she’s sitting on the arm, and I break the kiss.
“Clothes,” I demand. “These need to come off. I want to feel all of you.”
I almost rip the buttons on her shirt in impatience, and she fumbles at my belt, neither of us wanting to wait even a second more. I don’t want this to be quick or rushed, but I don’t want to waste any time, either. I want her, all of her, now.
“Let me tell you what I’m going to do to you,” I tell Zoe as I pull her jeans down, her hips lifting as I do so, allowing me to run my hands over her panty-clad butt. “First, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight on this couch. Then you’re going to suck me, or I’m going to eat you out.” I grin at her moan. “Whatever comes first. Then we’ll go to bed…and I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Shit,” Zoe hisses, her hands tight on my shoulder. “Just fuck me now, Seth, let me feel you inside me, I want to feel your whole length.”
“Very soon,” I promise with a wicked grin
She pushes my jeans down, feverish, her movements jerky. I can see the lust in her eyes, feel it in the way her body is trembling with need. I’m no better. I can barely control myself as my fingers fly over her body, pinching and grabbing, pressing against her skin as though she’s a drug that I can’t get enough of.
Any inhibitions that I had are gone. All that’s left is Zoe, the taste of her skin and the lust that’s racing through me, driving me onward. She’s moving against me, grinding herself against my cock, which is tenting my boxers, her legs wrapped so tightly around me that it’s almost painful.
I grip the hem of her panties, and slide my hand underneath them, my questing fingers finding the moist heat between her legs. Zoe lets out a strangled cry as I rub them against her, teasing her entrance with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure through her, but not enough give her what she really wants.
“Stop teasing!” she moans. “Just take me already!”
“All in good time,” I say. “I’m going to fuck you, but not until you’re begging me for it.”
Her eyes widen and her breath hitches, staring at me as though she recognizes those words. I don’t remember saying anything like that to her before, but it doesn’t matter. What does is the way her pupils are blown out wide, her body bending towards mine, seeking more and more of my touch.
“Then stop talking about it and make me,” she hisses.
I push her back with a growl, and she slides off the arm to land on the soft pillows of the couch. Then I climb over as she scoots back, so hard that it hurts, and settle over her, gripping her hips as she lifts them to try and meet mine.
Then I lean down and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it as it peaks into hardness, and swirling my tongue around the breast. She gasps under my ministrations, groaning in frustration as my hand keeps playing with her vagina, massaging and pressing teasingly against her entrance, and I pull away a little only to nibble at the skin of her ample breast, leaving little bite marks in my wake. I wonder if they’ll still be there in the morning, and my groin tightens impossibly at the possessive thought.
I’m the only one she has allowed to see her like this, wrecked and needy, wanton and so full of lust that she can’t think straight. I bite down harder and her hands tug at my hair as she whines. Then I move to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, and she chokes on a gas
p as, without warning, my fingers slip into her.
“Please, please,” she moans.
“Please what?” I ask with a smirk, lifting my head.
“Oh, please, fuck me already, fuck me hard!” she cries.
I can hardly ignore her anymore. Even if I want to, I can’t; I’m so hard that the world is a haze of aching need, and my fingers fumble slightly as I pull her panties off and then step out of my boxers, the last barriers between us. Then I line up, catching her eyes as a heavy look passes between us, and begin to sink my cock into her body.
It all feels so much more intense than last time. Perhaps it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s because I’ve been dreaming of doing this again since the first time. Maybe it’s even our mutual confessions, mine that I forgot about Rose’s upcoming death anniversary for her, Zoe’s that she’s apparently been watching and wanting me for some time now. But I can feel every inch of her skin as I slip into her, as she writhes beneath me, clenching her muscles around me.
I stop when I’m flush with her, panting. My body is throbbing, and my hands tremble on her hips as I try and pull her closer, trying to go deeper. She’s shuddering beneath me, and I wonder if she can feel how oddly intense this is, too.
Then she meets my eyes, her expression telling me to move, and I obey without question, slipping back and then snapping into her once more.
“Yes!” she cries. “Seth, fuck me hard!”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me after we finish,” I swear.
But I can already feel that this isn’t going to last very long. It’s been so intense, from start to finish, which is why we were both rushing to get to this point, the air heating around us in the space of a second the moment I touched her. There’s a fire burning around us, and my heart is beating wildly, leaving me breathless as I thrust into her, picking up speed as she cries out, begging for more, more, more.
Her legs slip, and I lift one hand off her hip to hold the left leg in place. She’s meeting my thrusts, pushing her hips up as I thrust downward, her head thrown back and her mouth open.
It’s too much. I choke and gasp and tremble, and, without warning, fireworks explode behind my eyes, my cock releasing deep inside Zoe. Her whole body shudders beneath me and clenches impossibly tight, almost painfully milking me of every drop, and I almost want to cry at the sudden release of it all.
Then, finally, my body relaxes and I melt on top of Zoe, trying not to put my whole weight on her. Her chest is heaving under me, and her fingers are still digging into my shoulders. I’m still inside her, but I can’t bring myself to move as I pant, stunned by how sudden the end was.
“Shit,” Zoe finally gasps. “That was…”
She moves, and it sends weak sparks shooting through me. I can’t believe I can still feel any need at all, but my cock is already twitching slightly in interest against Zoe’s sensitive, muscular walls. She groans and shoots me a weak glare.
“What’s that for?” she asks. “Do you seriously want to keep going?”
I could laugh it off and get off her. But I suddenly remember what I promised her, right at the start. I slowly slide out of her, but I hover over her, my eyes darkening with growing lust.
“Don’t you remember?” I ask silkily, and her breath catches as she stares up at me. “I believe I promised the bedroom next.”
I should stop this right here. We’ve already gone too far. But there’s a part of my mind that knows that this is it, that this is all I’m getting. I don’t want tonight to end anymore.
I want to hold her tight against me for as long as I’m able.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Zoe
Remembering Seth’s promise, I can feel my interest growing once more. I’m sweating and my whole body is aching pleasantly, but I can’t help but want to tug him close and have him in me over and over and over again.
I’m no fool. I know that this wouldn’t be happening if Seth was in his right mind. In some ways, I’m taking advantage of him; he’s consumed with grief and drunk courage, but I have neither of those excuses. I’m just taking what he’s giving me, and pretending that everything is fine.
Except it isn’t fine. Nothing is going to be the same after this, I know it as surely as I know the sun will rise. In the morning, when we both wake, sore and sick from our decision to consume so much whiskey, we’ll remember everything that happened, and the fragile peace we have established will crumble to dust.
We were foolish to ever expect that we could keep that tentative status quo while we were both still wanting to the other. Seth kept away out of fear for his daughter and regret for the memories of his lost wife. I stepped back out of respect for him and the choices he has made to protect both himself and the only family he has left.
But, in the end, it was never going to work. We couldn’t be friends while we were both wanting something more, something neither of us could forget after the taste we had already gotten of it. I feel like an idiot.
What’s going to happen next? I don’t know. I may not be as drunk as Seth, but I find that I don’t care as much as I probably should.
That’s tomorrow’s problem. I can deal with it then.
Right now, I just want Seth.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” Seth promises, his voice deep with lust, and I just want to push him back and take him into my body once more.
“Promises, promises,” I murmur as I slowly run my hands over his shoulders, feeling the nail marks from where I dug into his skin while he thrust into me, overwhelmed by all the sensations.
He kisses me. It isn’t as hard and frantic as the last kisses, but it’s lazy, demanding nothing and slowly coaxing me to reciprocate. In some ways, it’s even more intense, bringing with it an intimacy that makes it hard to breathe.
“Bedroom first,” Seth whispers harshly when he pulls back.
Bedroom… I’m good with that.
We stumble upright. Neither of us are very steady on our feet, from a combination of quickly growing lust and whiskey, and I giggle as I run into Seth. He peers out the door, logical enough to make sure Alicia isn’t anywhere nearby, and we rush across the hall.
Once the door snaps closed, Seth pushes me up against it without warning, forcing a knee between my legs. My libido wakes instantly as he presses his body flush against mine, and I can feel his quickly growing interest, too.
“Now, what did I promise?” he whispers in my ear. “Oh, I remember…and I know what comes first.”
He drops down. I groan preemptively, knowing what he’s doing, and my legs slide apart, the wood of the door hard against my back as I arch against it. Seth doesn’t waste any time; his mouth is on mine, lapping at the moisture already forming on my vagina, his tongue swirling around the entrance. I grip his hair with a gasp, my legs trembling just with the strain to hold myself up.
He pulls back far too soon, and he kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, and it’s so hot that I can’t breathe.
But I don’t want this to be like last time. It was frenzied and far too fast in the study. If we’re going to do this, I want to slow down and feel.
With this in mind, I push Seth back. He looks surprised, but I keep pushing, smirking, until he lands, sitting on the bed.
“My turn,” I tell him with a smirk, kneeling between his legs. “I want to taste you.”
I don’t wait for him to say yes, anyway. I look down at his hard cock, waiting for me, and I wrap my lips around it, taking it into my mouth. Seth chokes on a gasp and then his hands are in my hair, tangling it in knots around his fingers.
I rub my tongue around the tip of his penis, licking at the precum that’s forming there, and suck lightly. I raise my eyes as Seth moans, and meet his heated gaze. Then I suck again, harder this time, and his hips buck up automatically. I almost choke as his cock unexpectedly slides deeper into my mouth, and I breathe through my nose before I pull back.
But I’m not done yet. Seth has watched me
come undone in every way. This time, I want to be the one to watch.
I wrap a hand around his cock and grip it tightly, looking up into his eyes once more. Then, my gaze never leaving his, I begin pumping my hand up and down, smearing moisture up and down his penis, making it easier for my hand to slip over it.
“Shit, Zoe, keeping doing that, keep touching me,” Seth begs, his eyes rolling backward at the overwhelming sensation.
“I’m going to bring you right to the edge,” I promise. “And then I’m going to impale myself on you and ride you hard.”
He curses and his hips buck frantically in my hand, chasing a building climax. I smirk and keep going until his body shudders, bringing him straight to the edge.
Then I stop and he chokes on a sob, whining as I remove my hand.
“Sit back,” I tell him.
He scoots backward on the bed, and I crawl over him, tantalizingly slow, wriggling my hips as I go, feeling his eyes locked on my body. I love the way that Seth looks at me, as though I’m an amazing piece of art that he can’t get enough of.
The pressure between us is building again as I crawl between Seth’s legs. Slowly, though, I reach up to cup his face in my hands, feeling the stubble that is growing on his cheeks, telling me he didn’t bother shaving today.
I rub my thumb along his jaw, and then over his lips. The tight, exhausting inferno that has been blazing around us begins to calm as I purposely slow down.
But something else replaces it. I can’t describe what it is, but it makes my heart race and sets me aflame in a different way, clenching tightly around my heart and making me want to fall to my knees and beg for more.
It’s so intimate that I can’t breathe, and I lean forward to capture Seth’s lips, brushing against them lightly before pressing in a little hard. His lips move against mine as well, and I slowly touch my tongue to his mouth, which opens slowly in invitation.
There’s nothing rushed about what we’re doing. It’s slow and careful; an exploration of parts of us that we’ve already seen, but which we’re perhaps now looking at in a different light. Seth’s arms go around me and he pulls me close. I’m almost sitting in his lap, his cock pressing against me, straining to be in me once more.
