He chuckles. "Feel free to touch all you want," he says in a low voice. "Anywhere you want."
The invitation is a temptation in itself. I bite my lip, watching my hands as I touch all of his exposed skin. He radiates heat, his chest hair crisp under my fingers, his muscles hard.
So different from me. But I still want more.
My hands reach the waistband of his jeans and I hesitate, uncertain. Looking up at his face, I undo the button. He starts breathing faster, but he doesn't stop me as I carefully bring the zipper down. I swallow thickly as I push the denim off his hips, revealing gray boxer briefs.
That do exactly nothing to hide his erection.
"Might as well bare it all," he murmurs, hooking his thumbs into his waistband and pushing them down too, toeing off his shoes and stepping out of the rest of his clothes. He straightens, completely bare now.
Strong legs, roughened with hair, that indentation on either side at his hips.
Almost pointing at his erection.
Wow.
Long and thick, hard enough that it's parallel to the floor, his balls hanging underneath. This is so different from any video or pictures I've seen. So much more vital.
My hands itch to touch him everywhere, but especially there.
So I do.
I mean, he said anywhere I want.
He groans as I take his length in my hands, exploring the silky hot skin stretched tight over his hardness. It feels so alive. I reach down to cup the soft weight of his testicles, curious to feel the delicate skin there, the weight of them.
He stands still for my exploration, allowing me to touch him however I want. For as long as I want.
I finally look up to see his eyes at half mast, his cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted.
"Your turn," he growls, reaching around me to undo my bra. In five seconds flat, my bra, my jeans, my underwear, everything is on the floor.
And I'm as naked as he is.
"You're so beautiful," he says in that voice that sounds so sincere I can't help but know he believes it. And doesn't that just make me feel beautiful? I sigh as his big, rough hands slide over me, shaping my breasts, the curve of my waist, my hips. Squeezing my butt. Exploring me with a sureness that my own touch lacked.
And then he's herding me back towards the couch until the backs of my knees hit the cushions and I sit down. The feel of the fabric against my naked skin is a little shocking.
He drops to his knees in front of me, pushing my thighs wide apart. I immediately feel exposed, but I don't have time to worry about it. His hands close over my hips to pull me right to the edge, open and available for him.
And then his mouth is on me, hot and searing.
I gasp, my hands flying down to cup the back of his head as he licks me with the flat of his tongue, the bolt of sensation acute, a slash of feeling hitting me hard. Like nothing else I've ever felt before.
It's a lot.
My thighs instinctively try to close on his head, but he growls, pushing them wide again and holding them there for him. I'm spread, vulnerable to anything he wants to do. That thought makes me hotter still.
"Zane," I moan, my fingernails digging into his scalp as my back arches. "It's enough."
It's too much.
He chuckles against me. "Not nearly," he says, his voice hoarse. "You're delicious. I could eat you all day," he says in that rough, silky voice. And then he does.
Or, at least it feels like it.
I have no control over my body as it writhes on the couch, as I arch up, pushing against his mouth even as I try to pull away. As small noises break free of my throat. I want to be closer and farther away simultaneously as something big, something intense, starts to draw ever nearer.
I feel it coming, a dark wave that may drown me.
"Zane," I warn.
He only redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking, the light scrape of his teeth sending a shock through me. He uses his shoulders to keep my legs spread wide as he slides his hands up to cup my breasts, squeeze them, flick his thumbs across my hardened nipples.
I feel the heat start to coalesce, low in my belly.
Oh.
My body arches, tensing, almost fighting what's happening. The pleasure breaks over me in a rush of warmth. Intense and overwhelming and more than I'd imagined it would be. Zane keeps his tongue on me, flicking it rapidly against my clitoris, keeping me at the height of my orgasm for long, glorious moments.
And isn't that just the perfect word for how I feel? Glorious. Like I've simply become the pleasure I feel, like my body doesn't quite exist apart from that feeling.
But nothing lasts forever, including this. I finally start to come down, my body relaxing back onto the couch as I sigh, my eyes closed, my breathing deep. I feel relaxed in a way I never have before. Like nothing could make me anxious ever again.
Zane pulls away and I open my eyes a little to watch him. His eyes are dark as he stands, taking in my splayed body. "I want to be inside you," he grates out, his hands sliding down my torso, separating to frame me where I'm still pulsing between my legs. His eyes lock there, his mouth tight. "Say yes."
I want whatever else he has to give. Everything.
"Yes," I whisper hoarsely.
He doesn't waste any time, helping me slide over so I'm lying down flat along the length of the couch. His heavy body covers mine as he makes room for himself between my legs, pushing one of them up to rest against the top of the back of the couch.
Spreading me wide.
He watches my face as he fists his erection and carefully aims it, notching it against my wet entrance. "Ready?" he asks, pushing my hair away from my face, his expression softening. "I know this is your first time."
I nod, wondering if it's really that obvious. But he doesn't do anything to make me feel self-conscious about it.
"I'm ready."
He nods, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of my head, leaning down to kiss me softly as his hips flex under my hands.
And then he starts to push. I'm wet and ready, but it's a tight fit.
A very tight fit.
I feel myself stretching as he pushes, wincing at the burn of the entry. I take a deep breath, trying to relax. He reaches between us and starts to rub at my clitoris, stopping halfway inside me, giving me time to adjust to his invasion. I feel my body relaxing a little, the discomfort fading as the pleasure rises again.
"More?" he murmurs against my lips.
I nod, wrapping one leg around his hips. "Yes."
I'm not stopping now.
He thrusts again, a few short ones that have him buried inside me, his hips flush against mine. I suck in another deep breath, feeling so full of him, stretched and tight with him. He waits there, kissing my face, smoothing his hand down my side. His fingers continue to play with my clitoris as I feel his pulse inside me.
Inside me.
He's inside me. As close physically as any two people can be. I didn't realize I'd feel so connected to him.
It takes a few minutes this time, but I start to relax again, adjusting to the feel of him inside me. I move my hips slightly, curious.
"Ready to move, Red?" Zane asks as he raises his head, a small smile on his face. He cups my face with one hand, the hold gentle. Soft. I don't know why, but I hadn't expected softness from him.
"Maybe a little," I say, flushing. "Slowly," I add quickly. I really don't think I can take more.
His smile turns into a grin. "Slowly it is."
He keeps to his word. Pulling out gently, he watches me as he pushes back in just as slowly, the feel of his thick, hot length moving in me a revelation. I feel so close to him.
Again, I marvel at the fact that I didn't realize it would be like this. This feels more than just a physical meeting of bodies. So much more.
But as he slides back in again, I wonder if I'm being naive. He's obviously practiced at this. Maybe it only seems to mean more to me because he's my first.
But the
n I consciously push that thought aside. It doesn't matter. I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to live in this moment.
"Okay?" he murmurs as he keeps up the slow and gentle in and out, his fingers staying on me the whole time. Rubbing, flicking.
"Good," I say, feeling a languorous warmth as the pleasure starts to come back even more. As the heat starts to build again.
He keeps to that slow gentle rhythm, his clever fingers helping to push me higher. It's different from before. This time, the orgasm almost take me by surprise.
"Oh," I moan, pushing back against his thrust as it breaks over me in a gentle burst of sensation, as slow and soft as the rhythm he's set for us. Gorgeous and gentle. And satisfying on a completely different level.
Zane groans as I feel myself clench down on him, his hot length feeling exactly perfect inside me now. A necessary fullness. And I know I'll never forget this moment, this feeling of being so entwined with Zane.
Then Zane growls, low and raspy. I open my eyes to see his jaw clench, his eyes fierce as he looks down at me.
And then the floodgates open.
Chapter 10
Zane
I grit my teeth as Ruby comes again, clenching down on my cock in a mind numbing rhythm. Her skin glistens with a light layer of sweat, her face and chest flushed a healthy pink from exertion. I growl, the Wolf and the man both at the edge of control.
I don't even know how I managed to hold on this long. I feel a sense of possessiveness towards Ruby that I've never felt towards anyone or anything else.
She's mine.
Her eyes open at the sound of the growl I can't hold back. "I'm sorry," I mutter as I pull out and push back in. Hard.
Her eyes widen at the impact.
"Too much?" I ask, not wanting to hurt her, but needing to go harder, deeper.
But she just shakes her head and wraps her other leg around me as well. That's all the permission I need.
I snarl, letting myself thrust again with the same force, falling into a fast, pounding in and out that feels as necessary as breathing. And Ruby is with me the entire way.
Her breathing deepens, her cheeks flushing pinker, her nipples drawn tight as her breasts sway with the movement. The view alone almost brings me right over. She pushes her hips back up against me, her hands reaching around to cup my ass, her short nails digging into me, urging me on.
Not that I need any urging.
I lean down to kiss her, the contact wet, hot, deep. I breath in her fragrance, taking in the unique scent of us together. I revel in our moving bodies, in the slick slide of skin against skin, in the small, incoherent sounds she makes as we both drive toward a necessary end.
It's hot, basic, stripped down. No civilized veneer to dull the corners or make it more palatable. It satisfies something primal inside me.
I break the kiss and brace myself on my arms, watching Ruby throw her head to the side, strands of her hair sticking to the side of her face. She frowns, biting her lip. I feel her body clench again on me in warning. She's close. So responsive and sweet, I could watch her come all day.
Maybe I will.
I grind against her as I thrust back in, making sure to get her throbbing little clitoris.
Detonation.
She lets out a hoarse cry as she clenches down on me once again, her legs tightening to draw me even closer. That's all I can take. Letting out a groan of my own, I let her pull me in deep, my balls drawing up hard as I come deep inside her. Satisfying the territorial urges that just won't let me go.
She brings something out in me, something more than physical. Something almost overwhelming in its intensity.
I come long and hard, until I feel my muscles trembling with the release. My entire body feels like it's been through a marathon. One I wouldn't mind running again and again.
I groan as I slowly lower myself down on Ruby, feeling limp. Like I've given everything.
I kiss her temple, trying to catch my breath. This is much more than I'd anticipated it being. I thought maybe her hold on me would be gone once we had sex, once I'd felt the high of corrupting her.
But…
She doesn't feel corrupted as she wraps her arms around my damp back, snuggling her face against my neck. She feels the same. Like a breath of fresh air. Something clean and pure that I have the privilege of holding in my arms.
But I don't feel the same.
At all.
I feel like a seismic shift has taken place inside me, leaving me completely off-kilter. I don't know what it might mean.
I lean back to look at her relaxed face, her hair mussed, cheeks still flushed. Lips swollen and damp. She opens her eyes and smiles at me softly.
"Ruby," I start, not knowing what I want to say.
I have to voice this feeling somehow. But I don't have a chance. The door slams open, the loud sound cutting right through the intimate moment with a heavy finality.
I turn, ready to rip off someone's head. This is so not the time to bother me.
But I freeze when I see it's Slash, his face tense as his eyes find me. He wouldn't interrupt unless it was important. I instinctively cover as much of Ruby as I can with my body, shielding her from his eyes.
"Sorry to interrupt, but there's a problem," he says grimly. "We need your help."
I feel Ruby tense under me and I realize how this looks. Like the truth.
My stomach clenches.
Shit.
Chapter 11
Ruby
I instinctively try to cover myself when the door slams open, but Zane is already on top of me, blocking me from view. My first thought is that someone has caught us somewhere we're not supposed to be. Being arrested the first night I try to let loose would be just my luck.
But then I get a better look at the man that just entered. Long dark hair. That distinctive scar running down the right side of his face.
It's the man from the alley. My stomach drops.
He only gives me a passing glance, his eyes locking on Zane.
Oh, no.
Did he track Zane down for what happened earlier? Is he here to exact some kind of revenge?
"Sorry to interrupt, but there's a problem," he says grimly. "We need your help."
My thoughts come to a screeching halt. Why would he ask Zane for help? That doesn't make any sense at all.
I look up at Zane, completely confused. "Wait outside," he growls. "I'll be out in a second."
The man nods sharply and steps outside, closing the door behind himself.
What?
I feel like I'm not quite in my body as I absorb the implications of that exchange. There's no denying that Zane and that man know each other. Know each other apart from the incident in the alleyway. Know each other in a way that he would come to Zane to look for guidance.
But that would mean…
I feel bile rising in my throat.
"Get off me," I say in a low voice, needing space right away. Right now. The afterglow is well and truly gone, ripped to shreds in a split second.
"Ruby…"
"Get off me. Please."
He moves off me immediately, leaving me cold and exposed. Though it doesn't really have anything to do with the fact that I'm physically naked. I get up and start dressing immediately, trying my best not to think about what just happened between us.
"Ruby, wait," Zane says, standing and reaching out to me.
"Don't touch me," I say in a low voice taking a step back and meeting his eyes.
He looks a little blurry.
I feel a tear trickle down my cheek.
Great. Now I'm crying. How embarrassing.
"Let me explain—" he tries again, holding his hands up and taking a step back.
I shake my head. "You know him. Don't deny it now."
His jaw clenches but he doesn't deny it. At least that's something, I guess. But I still have to know.
"Earlier, in the alley, was that all just staged so you could…"
Take advantage of
me. Seduce me.
All of the ways I could end that sentence sound so ridiculously dramatic, even though they're accurate.
He winces, looking away and I have my answer. This is exactly what he'd been angling for the whole time, exactly what he thinks I'm worth.
Just another notch for his belt.
"Ruby, look, I—"
He isn't denying this either.
"So, what? You guys saw me and thought 'Look at this idiot of a girl. I bet we could fuck with her real easy'." I let out a harsh laugh as I pull on my shirt. "Guess you were right, huh?"
I step into my shoes.
"It's not like that—"
I hold out my hand to get him to stop talking. "Please." I meet his eyes. His face is grim, his hands clenched at his sides. Must be difficult being caught in a lie. Poor him. "I may be a fool but I'm not stupid."
I feel like I've aged ten years in the last ten minutes. And here I thought I was spending the night as the carefree girl I've always wanted to be.
Man.
I really was naive. And vulnerable.
Zane doesn't stop me as I turn to the door and walk out, wiping away the tears that keep streaming from my eyes despite my efforts to stem the flow.
The man from the alley—Zane's friend—is waiting just outside the door. He averts his eyes when I look over at him. Guess he isn't into seeing the aftermath of his actions.
Cry me a river.
I keep moving, my insides aching. I feel betrayed in a way that I've never felt before. I just gave myself to a man for the first time because I thought we had a connection, something real. I didn't expect a marriage proposal or even a relationship necessarily. I just thought we had something special, at least for tonight.
And now it's all a lie.
Nothing was real.
He's no hero. He's not even just a regular guy. He's the villain.
And I'm the damsel in distress.
I was just another girl to him, someone to fuck, someone to use to get his rocks off in this messed up way. And wasn't I just ripe for the picking for someone like him? I jumped right into his arms, accepting everything at face value.
Real smart.
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