by Rue Volley
Each second felt like eternity as his touch ignited me, singeing the edges of my soul. He cupped my face with his opposing hand and leaned over, brushing his lips against mine softly before pulling back, his eyelids heavy. The brief moment of closeness wasn’t enough, and my remaining calmness was snuffed, impatience ripping through me.
I pulled the ace of spades from my deck. “Tell me what you want.”
“That’s not a question,” he replied, studying my face.
I closed in on the distance between us. “What do you want, Zeke?” I concentrated on his breathing.
He shook his head back and forth. “You’ll run.”
“Try me.” The words were immediate and lumped together.
“There’s something about you.” I watched him toss one card to the floor, not bothering to look at it as he circled me. “I want to know what you taste like.” He let another card flutter to the ground. “I want to hear you say my name as I fuck you.” He held up another card between his index finger and thumb before he let it go. “I want you sprawled across my lap while I leave my mark on you with my palm.” Another card. “Should I continue?”
For a moment, I wasn’t sure if he meant “continue” with his spoken actions, words, or with the cards. It took three attempts to speak. “That depends. Did you draw a black card so you could ask a question?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied. “There’s a brightness about you that I want to claim and make mine, and I know I shouldn’t.”
“And there’s something dangerous and broken about you,” I whispered, “that I want to help fix.”
We locked eyes, but neither of us moved. The stillness was overwhelming as my heart thudded in my ears. The game was cards, but it felt more like chess. I had to be the one to make the next move.
I dropped my hand to my side and let the cards fall to the floor. “Maybe I’m done playing.”
Zeke leaned down, wrapping one arm around me as he pulled my body against his frame, the chill suddenly melting away again. “I don’t think you know what you’re saying,” he replied.
“I do,” I replied, willing his embrace to crush me.
Zeke leaned in and rested his forehead against mine. “I shouldn’t do this, but I want to.” He swallowed, heat radiating off his body, and it sent a flurry of goose bumps over my skin. “We can’t. You don’t understand.”
I touched the firm muscles of his bare chest, trailing my fingertips down his stomach, his body flinching at my touch. “Whatever I’m not understanding, I don’t care.”
“You have to.”
My voice was a hushed whisper as I wondered if his reservations were due to something else entirely. “Am I that unattractive to you?”
He pursed his lips into a thin line, his jaw clenching. “I told you you’re beautiful.”
“Beauty and attraction are two different beasts,” I replied.
In a fluid motion, he controlled the situation by walking us backward until I was pressed against the wall. The heat of his body greeted mine while the intensity of his stare created a tingle across my skin.
With raw possession, Zeke grabbed my wrists, his fingers forceful as they laced through mine. He pressed the backs of my hands against the slick paint on the wall, sliding them upward until they were pinned high above my head. He leaned forward and nuzzled his lips against my left earlobe, inhaling deeply. “The words ‘crave’ and ‘desire’ don’t begin to explain it.”
A soft moan escaped me.
“You smell amazing. It’s like rays of sunshine in the spring.” He looked into my eyes and his breathing was heavy. “If you want to stop, I need you to say so…now.”
I pulled one of my hands free and trailed my fingertips down his face, tracing over the stubble on his square jaw, his expression conveying a hint of vulnerability I wasn’t expecting.
His eyes stared at me, awaiting a reply as he picked up the queen of spades, allowing the color to speak for itself.
In response, I leaned over from where I was pinned and picked up a card from his stack he’d set on the table. It was red. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Watching me, he reached over and grabbed a black card, holding it up. “Then, what do you want?”
With shaky fingers, I grabbed the jack of hearts. “I want you to kiss me here.” I held the card to my lips and trailed the glossy stock down my chin, over my neck, and toward the valley between my breasts.
Zeke nodded and pushed a dread lock from my face while his other hand caressed my cheek. He leaned down and his lips greeted mine in a soft tease, his breath hot against my face. He pulled back as I leaned upward, eager for more. “Patience,” he whispered.
I gasped, the area between my legs becoming unexpectedly wetter with each passing second.
His mouth greeted my skin, light kisses trailing over the bruises on my face. He paid careful attention where my lip was swollen, sucking gently as his soft tongue caressed the injury.
Involuntarily, I sighed, my knees weakening beneath me.
I let the oversized robe slide from my shoulders as Zeke unfastened the sash hastily, the heavy material falling around my feet. There was nothing left to hide.
He took the card from my hand and trailed it down my mouth and over my lips. “You want me to kiss you here?” he asked.
I nodded slowly, my breath echoing inside my head.
His eyes flicked to mine as he leaned in, pressing his lips against my cheekbone, his touch causing me to shudder as he worked his way toward my mouth. His kiss was both inquisitive and demanding, while his tongue probed at my lips.
I reciprocated as if Zeke were the last breath of air I’d ever take, and I opened my mouth as his tongue danced with mine while the kiss intensified. I wrapped my arms around him, becoming lost in the moment when he pulled away a few inches.
“And here?” He traced the card over my collarbone, his lips quick to follow the trail as he nipped at my flesh.
“Uh huh.” The pulsing sensation between my legs was growing with each passing second as my body cried out for more.
He trailed the card across the mound of my left breast, tracing a circle around my nipple, the tip pebbling beneath the cheesy smile of the joker.
I tipped my head back against the wall, an ache growing inside of me, knowing there was an emptiness I wanted and needed filled.
“Zeke,” I whispered.
Instead of answering, I felt his lips greet my nipple as his mouth locked against me, sucking and licking as his tongue flicked the tip in a swirling motion, the nerves sending a shudder through me from head to toe like a domino effect.
I arched my back as he moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention he gave to the first. He ran the point of the card down my stomach in a slow movement as he rubbed the glossy flat surface over my clit, stroking me with slow precise movements.
“Touch me,” I said. “Please?”
Each deliberate centimeter was torture as he moved the card away from my pussy. “Don’t tell me. Show me how you want me to touch you.” He grabbed my hands and guided them to my stomach.
I slid my palms down the cool skin of my belly and past my mound of curls until I reached my clit, touching the wetness between my legs. Arching my back against the wall, I stroked myself, pretending it was Zeke’s hand instead of my own. My breathing hastened as I rubbed, watching the expression on Zeke’s face. I bit my lip as two of my fingers disappeared inside my slickness and I moved my hips against my hand, moaning.
Zeke swallowed. “Stop. It’s my turn,” he commanded, shoving my hands away as he sank two fingers deep inside of me, rubbing my walls while his thumb greeted my clit. The sound as his fingers fucked my pussy sent me into a frenzy, and I spread my legs wider. He stood up and raised his hand to my lips. “Taste yourself,” he said.
I opened my mouth as he slid a glistening fingertip into my mouth, my own flavor crossing my tongue. It wasn’t enough. With one hand of my hands locked around his wrist,
I wrapped my lips around his digit tightly as I sucked harder, pulling him deep into my mouth.
Zeke groaned as he grabbed a red card. “God forgive me, but I want you on your knees.”
I locked eyes with his and dropped to a kneeling position in front of him. Reaching up, I unfastened his jeans and slid them down his legs in a fluid gesture, freeing his straining erection from his pants and his boxer briefs.
Drawing out the moment was becoming increasingly difficult because I knew exactly what I wanted. Now, I was the one in control. In a singular motion, I opened my mouth and licked the drop of pre-cum from his tip before wrapping my lips tightly around his shaft, taking him deep.
Zeke hissed as he wound a hand through my hair. “Fuck.”
I sucked hard and felt the tip of his dick bumping against my throat as he braced the wall with one hand, the other guiding my head against him, faster. My tongue stroked him in precise movements while Zeke’s breathing became more erratic. I couldn’t get enough, and the hunger wasn’t satiated. There was something about Zeke; it was as if he were a drug. I wanted another hit and the craving didn’t show any signs of subsiding. One fact was certain: I was addicted.
I pulled back and wiped my mouth as I looked up at him. “Zeke.” I paused, breathing heavily. “Fuck me.”
9
Without a word, he reached down and whisked me off my feet as if I weighed nothing, hooking one brawny arm behind my knees and the other gripping under my arms. The heat of his flesh greeted my side and I shivered at the drastic change between his body temperature and mine. He didn’t break eye contact with me as he walked over to the couch and lowered my frame to the ground until I was standing.
Patience was absent and the rest of the world had melted away. Sterling? Forgotten. Lester? A distant memory. The fact I had been kidnapped and was somewhere in Hell? Ignored. All that mattered was Zeke. A sense of urgency took over as I shoved him down to the couch. With an air of determination on my face, I straddled his lap, wasting no time as I wrapped my hand around his thick cock, sliding it inside me, feeling him stretch my walls. By far, I wasn’t a virgin, but it was as if a void inside of me had been filled for the first time.
“Jesus.” He groaned and fought back a smirk. “Which card in the deck warranted this?”
“Tired of playing games.” I panted between kisses, my tongue exploring his mouth as I ran my fingertips over his nipples. “Remember?”
His arms tightened around me, and it caused his shaft to sink deeper inside my pussy. Zeke’s eyes darkened as he watched my reaction while he controlled the situation with each fraction of an inch. “You’re dirty, angel.”
“Purity’s overrated.” I moaned as I arched my back. Instinctively, my hips rocked against him as I created a slow rhythm, bracing his biceps with my hands, fingernails digging into his flesh.
He hissed and gripped my hips tight, assisting my movements into something harsher, something that exercised his authority. Like a magnet, his lips captured my nipple between his teeth while I ground myself against his lap. Zeke rubbed his tongue over the pebbled tip of my breast, and I cried out before he began slamming my body against his on repeat.
I cried out with each punishing movement and clenched my eyes shut. The ferocity of his actions was both primitive and severe, but I welcomed every surge of pleasure and pain that coursed throughout my body.
“You make my cock so fucking hard.” He grunted between thrusts as he tipped his head back against the couch cushion, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “From the moment I saw you, I fantasized about this.”
“I want to hear you say my name.” The words escaped my mouth before I had time to think them through.
Silence. Immediately, Zeke stopped moving and raised an eyebrow, his breathing quick and heavy. “You what?”
“My name. I want to hear you say it.” My brow furrowed, and I was caught off guard by his reaction. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” he replied. “And in in answer to your request? No again.” He made a motion to move from beneath me, slowly pulling his erect dick from inside me as he stood up, helping me to my feet.
No? I wanted to pout, feeling as if I were being punished. My pussy ached and throbbed, begging to feel Zeke’s shaft pounding it mercilessly again.
“Bend over,” he demanded. “Now.”
Regardless of his refusal to say my name, I needed him to fill the space between my legs—there was no denying it. I’d have done anything he asked for that delicious sensation to invade my core once again. In return, I did as I was told and braced my hands against the arm of the couch as I bent over at the waist slowly, watching him from over my shoulder. Zeke locked eyes with mine as he moved behind me, guiding his thick cock inside my slit.
I cried out as his impressive length filled me again, the line between enjoyment and pain almost nonexistent. “Don’t stop,” I said. “Please don’t fucking stop now.”
“I’m not stopping.” At first, he teased me by penetrating my entrance with just the head of his dick, inching it in and out. It wasn’t enough and I whimpered for more. Next, he slid his entire length inside of me unhurriedly, burying himself deep as he achieved a rhythm again. By then, need took over and his thickness was pounding me as he snaked a hand around and rubbed my clit. I squirmed, knowing I couldn’t hold on much longer.
“Zeke,” I panted as he stroked me, the sensation of nerves firing, and it made my body thrum, threatening to erupt.
He slowed his movements again as his hand trailed up my stomach as he pinched my left nipple between his thumb and his index finger. “You’re not ready to come yet, are you?”
I squealed and bucked as a jolt coursed through me while he pinched harder. “No,” I lied, stomping my foot against the ground to counteract the ecstasy that roiled through my belly.
“Good.” He reached over and squeezed my right breast, pinching my nipple, rolling it between his fingertips.
I shimmied myself back against him as my heart pounded in my chest; it was impossible to get as close as I needed. “Okay, I lied. I can’t take any more.” I begged, spreading my legs as I jutted my ass into the air. “I want you to come inside me so fucking hard.”
Pulsing. Pounding. Sweaty. Friction.
“Now? You want it all?” He grabbed my hips as he thrust against me from behind, harder and faster while the sound of his balls slapped my flesh as I dug my nails into the worn material of the couch.
I gritted my teeth with each relentless thrust, and it sent a sensation of delight and hurt through me, but it still wasn’t enough. “More!” I screamed as I looked at him over my shoulder again, noticing his irises had turned a deep shade of crimson.
“What’s your name?” He grunted. “Tell me your fucking name!”
“Genesis!” I cried out. Zeke’s cock was angled perfectly inside me, stirring a beast I didn’t know existed.
He rammed himself into me harder, groaning with each movement, my three-syllable name still not greeting his lips.
“Say it!” I demanded, pushing my ass back against him as he spanked me hard, a delicious and explosive sting spanning my flesh. “Please!”
No response.
I cried out as he pulled my hair so I had not choice but to face forward again. “Say my name!”
My walls threatened to clench him, and Zeke groaned as he dug his fingers into my hips. “Genesis!” he said, his voice deepening.
Again, he made a slow production as he exited my pussy, and I wanted to yell in frustration as the hollowness returned. The beginning of my climax subsided. “You’re cruel,” I huffed as I whirled around.
He licked his lips and shoved me down on the couch. “I’ve been called worse.”
My back bounced against the flat cushion as gravity took over. Looking up, he crawled onto the soft and knelt in front of me as he raised my legs until the backs of my knees rested on the tops of his shoulders.
I tipped my head back against the couch, my eyes he
avy with anticipation as I swallowed. “Fuck me hard.”
Without hesitation, Zeke obliged, burying his shaft deep. He slammed into me, his force causing me to grunt with each blow. “Is this what you want?”
“Fuck, yes!” I growled, a raw ache building between my legs.
His movements at the intense angle became more menacing the harder he went, and I felt the rise of my orgasm building as he pounded my slick pussy.
His body began to shake and sweat beaded his forehead, concentration spelled out on his face. “I’m going to come, so fucking hard, Genesis.”
“Give it to me!” I clenched my teeth. “Zeke!”
Like clockwork, our bodies ignited together as I arched back, euphoria taking us over as the world dimmed around the edges.
I bit back a scream as tiny stars exploded behind my eyelids, my body unleashing the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever experienced as my body quaked, trying to absorb every sensation.
His body tensed as I bucked against him. Zeke’s hands pinned me tight before he collapsed onto me in a sweaty mess, his cock still buried inside of me as it twitched. My heart hammered in my ears, and I could feel his matching mine beat-for-beat under my fingertips.
“Genesis,” he murmured, pushing a dreadlock from my face as he pressed his lips to my forehead and inhaled deeply. “You are my beginning and my end.”
My body felt heavy as Zeke wound an arm around me, adjusting his weight against me. “That was the—”
A knock at the door caused both of us to look at each other and freeze.
10
Reveling in our afterglow was short-lived as another knock sounded. This time, it was more urgent and the hinges rattled as someone jostled the handle.
“Are you expecting company?” I sat up quickly. “Whoever it is, they have shitty manners.”
Zeke jumped to his feet and quietly made his way across the room, peering through the window with his back pressed against the wall. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. “C’mon. We’ve got to go. Now.” He tossed me the worn robe from the floor as he struggled into his jeans. “We can leave through the window in the kitchen.”
