High

by Zara Cox

  “God, yes. Play with them. Show me how you’ll cup them for me when I put my cock between them.”

  Dirty words had never been in her sexual repertoire. But suddenly Bethany couldn’t get enough. She showed him what he wanted. His breath hissed out as his eyes darkened with stark need as she caught her nipples between her fingers and teased them. He licked his lips again as her fingers caught and squeezed her nipples.

  Heat gripped her abdomen as the onslaught of another orgasm slammed into her. Overwhelmed by the intensity of it, her eyes started to drift shut.

  “Bethany!” His voice was a sharp command.

  Panting, she raised her eyes to his. “I’m coming…oh, God, please…I’m coming!”

  “Watch me, baby. See how much I love watching you come.”

  He rubbed harder, his eyes darkening and his mouth dropping open as her pleasure became his. Plumping her clit over and over, he drew every ounce of sensation from her. All through it, he kept his eyes locked on hers, his teeth savaging his lower lip as he lost himself in her pleasure.

  The emotion that he drew from her was so intense that tears spiked her eyes as she climaxed. Her scream ended in a sob, her shaking uncontrollable as he gathered her into his arms.

  “Oh, God,” she murmured, unable to stop the tremors.

  “Shhh, baby.” He smoothed his hand down her sides for long minutes, soothing her until she was mindless, floating on a sea of post-orgasmic bliss. “Relax back on the sofa and spread your legs wider for me. I’m going to lick you now.”

  Bethany jerked, her comfort and peace shot to pieces at the image that slammed into her head. “What?”

  He reared over her, big and powerful and so impossibly beautiful, renewed shock slammed through her at the thought that she was really here, with him.

  “I’ve been dying to taste you since you walked into my office two days ago. Don’t ask me to wait any longer.”

  He started to lower the panties which were soaked with her orgasms.

  “Zach, I can’t…I’m not….”

  “It’s okay, I know you’re not ready yet. I won’t make you come again just yet. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.” He pulled her panties off and tossed them away.

  As he rearranged himself between her thighs, Bethany’s gaze slid to the rock-hard erection that almost touched his navel.

  “You made me think you were right on the edge. But you’re not, are you?”

  His smile was wicked and stunningly gorgeous. “You have no idea how close I am, baby. But making you come and witnessing your pleasure was more important to me. I just want to make you happy.”

  Her breath caught at the simple, powerful words.

  She looked around in a daze as Zach lifted one leg and placed it over the top of the sofa.

  How the hell had she lucked out like this? What had she done to deserve one of the most virile, mesmerizingly beautiful men in the world, preparing to lick her to the brink of another orgasm?

  His dark head lifted suddenly and he locked his gaze on her. “What are you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking what the hell did I do to deserve you?” she blurted.

  His squeezed her thigh and looked down at her exposed sex. “Fuck, no. That should be my thought. Because you’re a prize any man would kill for, Bethany. But you’re here, right now, with me.”

  “Not every man,” she said, the pain of memory ripping through her. When he tensed, she cursed herself for being unable to totally push away the unwanted ghosts, for ruining this incredible moment.

  But it was too late. Zachary’s eyes had sharpened with interest.

  “Who was he?” he asked, as he arranged her other leg over the wide seat.

  “Nobody…he was…”

  “Tell me,” he insisted, his hard hands squeezing her thigh in deadly command.

  “His name was…is Chris. We went to college together. Moved to New York together. I thought we were… we would be…”

  “He hurt you?”

  Breath shaking out, she tried to look away, but his gaze compelled hers. “Yes. He hurt me very badly.”

  “Fuck him. He’s an asshole for letting you go…” His heated gaze slid over her, until it burned between her legs again. “For letting this go, but I’m glad he’s gone. Because you’re mine now.. All mine.” The possessiveness in his tone would’ve shocked her had she not been in a daze. “Say it, Bethany.”

  “I’m…I’m yours,” she whispered.

  Satisfaction spread over his face as he lowered his body between her legs. He slid his hands under her hips until he gripped her waist from beneath. The sight of his powerful hands holding her down for his ministrations blew her mind.

  Of course, it was nothing compared to the first, lazy slide of his tongue up the wall of her sex or the sheer pleasure on his face as he licked his lips at the first taste of her.

  “Fucking gorgeous. Christ, Peaches, I could eat you all day.”

  She felt her blush wash over her chest and shoot up into her face. He laughed at her embarrassment and resumed licking her. He was careful to avoid her clit, already so attuned to her that he knew one touch would send her rocketing sky high. Not a bad thing, but she was genuinely scared another orgasm this soon would blow her mind.

  Zach was right. His languid attention brought her pulse rate down enough for her to enjoy watching what he was doing to her. Time ceased to matter as he pleasured her with slow, sure strokes.

  After what seemed an age, he kissed the inside of her thigh, and quirked an eyebrow at her. “Feeling better?”

  “Yes…I like that. It feels nice.”

  He smiled, his tension from a little while ago all gone. “I know. But I’m going to fuck you now, baby. It’ll feel nice, too. I promise.”

  Chapter Eight

  Before she could respond, he plunged two fingers inside her. Her hips arched off the sofa as sensation ramped up high, higher than before.

  He lapped her clit with his tongue while he flexed his fingers, stretching her. Readying her for his possession.

  With his free hand, he lazily plucked a condom from his trouser pocket.

  Eyes on her, he ripped the condom with his teeth and flared it over the wide, engorged head of his cock.

  It struck her how practiced he seemed at that but the thought was washed away a second later when his fingers slid out and plunged back in.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he crooned with satisfaction. “So gorgeous.”

  He finished rolling on the condom and stretched over her, his golden body a stunning landscape that dried her mouth. When he fused his mouth to hers, Bethany immediately opened, her need for him bordering on insanity.

  The wide crown of his cock nudged her and she shuddered. “Zach…”

  “I love the way you say my name. You moan it in a way that makes me want to fuck it out of you again and again.”

  “Do it. Now,” she begged.

  “Ah, darling. How can I resist an invitation like that, hmm?”

  He slid into her, one perfect inch at a time until she was stretched so tight that she hovered on the border between pleasure and pain.

  “I’ll take care of you, Bethany. But you need to tell me if it gets too much, okay?”

  Pleasure screaming through her, she nodded. She gripped his hips as he pressed into her, undulating in a stunningly smooth motion that made her even wetter.

  Her renewed slickness made him groan. “Jesus, you know what that does to me?” he moaned.

  Plunging deeper, he buried himself almost to the hilt. No matter how long he’d prepared her, she still couldn’t take all of him. When she whimpered, he drew back but immediately, she felt empty. “No! Please, give it to me.”

  He slid himself back into her tight sheath, causing another shudder to rake through her as he stretched her.

  “You love what I’m doing to you?”

  “God…yes! It’s…you’re unbelievable.”

  He captured her hands in his and placed them above her he
ad while he sucked her lower lip into her his mouth. “Good, things are about to get a whole lot nicer.”

  His cocky reassurance pulled a choked laugh out of her, even as her pulse shot up once again.

  Zachary Savage fucked like he had all the time in the world. Sure, long, expert strokes that left a trail of fire all the way along her passage, a fire he had every intention of stoking with each lazy stroke. He licked her lower lip, then grazed his way to her jaw before capturing one earlobe. A quick bite had her gasping for breath.

  “Jesus. Is there any part of you that doesn’t respond to my touch? On second thought, don’t answer that. I want to find out for myself.”

  His stroked increased in frequency, her hitched cries seeming to excite him. But still he maintained absolute control over his strokes.

  Beneath him, sensation built. Heat flooded her, burning, consuming her as his cock filled her with each thrust. “Zach…I don’t know how much more I can take. I want…I want…”

  “Not yet.” He sealed his mouth over hers, licked his tongue into her mouth before releasing her. “Let me fuck you some more. Just a little while longer. You feel so good, baby. So soft.”

  Bethany wondered how he could keep such expert control when she could already feel her mind begin to fracture as pleasure consumed her. The stark hunger on his face told another story. He was intent on devouring her, on extracting every single ounce of pleasure from her. Then extracting some more.

  The idea that he wanted her this much blew her mind. But the evidence was right there in his face. He was as insane with pleasure as she was, his sculpted chest beginning to expand and contract as he took increasingly rapid breaths.

  “Put your legs around me.” She complied but he shook his head, his eyes blazing a savage demand. “Tighter. I want to feel your legs gripping me the way your hungry cunt is gripping my cock.”

  Her thighs shook as she clenched them tight. The move forced him deeper into her on the next stroke, taking pleasure to a whole new level.

  Her jagged scream made his eyes darken. “Tell me how that feels.”

  “Incredible. Oh, God, Zach, more, please, fuck me harder!”

  Her throaty demand seemed to crack the last of his control. One hand still trapping hers above her head, he gripped her ass with the other and slammed into her.

  His lips parted on a pained grimace as he increased his thrusts. Perspiration sheened both their bodies as they writhed together, racing towards the promise of mind-blowing release.

  “Bethany! Fuck!”

  He slammed into her, harder than before. She screamed, her lids heavy from near-delusional pleasure.

  “No, baby,” he commanded. “Eyes on me. Watch what you do to me. See how insane fucking you has driven me.”

  His eyes were crazy with lust, flames bursting through as stark need clenched his jaw tight.

  “Oh,” she gasped, so unbelievably turned on by the knowledge of what she’d done to him that she screamed harder.

  His smile was almost sadistically smug. “Like that, do you? Do you love that you have me at your mercy? Do you love knowing that I’d rather die than stop now? That I’d rather stop breathing than stop fucking you right now?”

  “Yes! Oh, God…” The orgasm took her by surprise even though she’d known she was close. It rippled through her like the beginnings of an earthquake. All the way down her spine to coil tight within her belly. He drank her keening moan with a searing kiss.

  “Just like that baby. I’m so close.”

  His nostrils pinched together as he reared back and hooked his gaze on hers.

  “Zach!”

  “Yes, Peaches. Now! Right fucking now!”

  He slammed into her once, twice. His teeth bared on a savage growl as her orgasm ripped through her. Spasming wildly beneath him, Bethany heard her screams echo through the large room and bounce off the walls.

  “Jesus!” His gorgeous hair fell over his forehead, framing his stunning face as he bucked wildly on top of her, spurting his long, endless release inside her.

  The pleasure-pain reflected in his eyes made her want to touch him, kiss him. When she struggled against his hold, he finally set her free.

  Pushing his hair back, she levered herself up and kissed his mouth, her eyes still wide open and connected with his. His groan was long and deep, the connection searing, unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

  A feeling of vulnerability crept over her. Absurdly, she felt as if Zach was looking deep into her soul, and allowing her a glimpse into his. She saw beauty, pleasure…and pain.

  He broke the connection first, his head dropping down until his forehead touched hers. Their breaths mingled as he slid his arms around her shoulder and pulled her close.

  Her thighs shook with tension and she loosened her hold on him.

  “Did I say you could let me go?” he demanded, but his lips curved in a smile against her shoulder.

  “I’m so liquid right now, not all the ballet training in the world can make me keep this pose.”

  His head slowly lifted, his eyes gleaming with keen interest. “You’re a trained ballerina?”

  “Was. Unfortunately, my ass started to grow when I was fourteen and hasn’t stopped growing. I had to give up hopes of becoming a world-famous prima ballerina and settle for being a not-so-world-famous events organizer.”

  His interest grew. “So just how…flexible are you?” The question was so blatantly sexual, she felt her barely lowered pulse spike higher again.

  “Why do you want to know?” she asked, despite the blush creeping over her skin.

  “Because I want to know just how…adventurous we can get together.” Lust slid over his face. He licked his lips in a purely predatory way that made her stomach muscles clench hard.

  Unbelievably, he started to get hard again inside her.

  At her shaky breath, he grimaced. “Let’s continue this in the shower. I want to know all about your dreams of becoming a ballerina. And the hot topic of your ass growing.”

  He laughed at the glare she gave him. A moment later, they both groaned as he pulled out of her.

  Zach reared back and looked down her pink sex. “You’re so fucking beautiful down there. I could eat you all over again.”

  Her visible shudder made him laugh, even as he drifted his knuckles over her still tingling sex.

  “But first, a shower. And some food for you.”

  He stood up and held his hand to her.

  As Bethany followed his tall, lean body, she tried to make sense of the myriad emotions tumbling through her.

  She’d just experienced the most incredible sexual episode of her life. Elation, confusion and trepidation fought within her.

  ***

  Zach sensed her roiling emotions as he led her to the bathroom.

  Heck, he was still reeling from what had just happened on the living room sofa. He’d never come so hard for so long.

  And that command for her to look into his eyes as he came? Where the hell had that come from? The last thing he wanted was for any woman to look into his soul.

  The blackness of his soul and the barren echoes of pain that had been a part of him for so long he hardly noticed them anymore—these were the last things he wanted to share with Bethany; this sweet, slightly vulnerable yet brave woman who hadn’t run a mile when she’d caught a glimpse of the sort of man he was underneath the civilized gloss.

  But somehow, in fucking Bethany, the need to connect with her at that point had become visceral, necessary. His need for her had certainly been enough to propel him onto another Indigo Lounge trip after he’d sworn never to set foot on one of his planes again.

  And, boy, had it almost blown his cock off with the intensity of it.

  His cock, which had woken again when she’d mentioned her ass and her former intention to be a ballerina, grew harder.

  As they passed a large cheval mirror, he glanced at her reflection, saw her flushed body still sweaty from their exertions and fought
not to flatten her against the wall and fuck her all over again.

  Time, she needed a little time to recover.

  Truth be told, so did he.

  He still hadn’t shaken off the residual panic he’d felt when he’d returned to find her gone. The sense of loss and disappointment had been so acute he’d wondered whether he’d lost his mind. He’d been in the process of calling his security people to track her down when she’d turned up. That in itself stunned the hell out of him.

  When had he felt this strongly enough about any woman enough to track her down after she’d walked away from him?

  Never.

  And yet the thought of Bethany Green, a woman he’d known for barely two days, walking away from him—

  Soft hands touched his back and his mind melted.

  Whirling, he faced her in front of the mirror.

  Blue eyes, lightening now she wasn’t caught in the maelstrom of sensation, stared up at him. When they dropped to his mouth, heat shot into his groin.

  The unabashed way she wanted him excited him more than he’d been excited in a very long time. Her eyes flicked to his again and he saw the hesitation in their depths.

  He cupped her face and tilted her head up. “You don’t have to be afraid to tell me what you want, Bethany. You hold nothing back between us. If you want to kiss me, you kiss me. Whatever you want, you take it. Because I sure as hell won’t be holding back when it comes to you. Understood?”

  Her eyes widened, this time with excitement and a hint of that trepidation he’d seen earlier. Whatever her asshole of her ex had done to her, he’d made her doubt her sexuality and femininity. He barely stopped himself from cursing and waited for her to answer. When she didn’t, he passed his thumb over her lower lip. Felt it trembled beneath his touch.

  “Bethany? Tell me what you want.”

  She sucked in a huge breath. “You. I want you so badly I can’t understand it. We just had sex and yet I want you again. Like right now—”

  Relief smashed through his chest. Sex he could deal with, even if this brand of crazy sex held something new he wasn’t altogether familiar with.

  Grinning, he kissed her. “Glad you feel that way, baby. I wouldn’t want you to think I was a crazy sex-obsessed monster who devours orgasms for breakfast.”