by E. L. Todd
Jessie smirked at me once he was out of earshot. “Drooling all over you, dude.”
“Yeah?” When I smiled, I felt the blush enter my cheeks.
“He was speechless when you walked up to him,” Jessie said. “Didn’t have a clue what to say.”
Kayden and Rex were absorbed in their own conversation, quietly whispering together.
“He was quiet, wasn’t he?” I said.
“Because all the blood left his body and went into that huge dick of his,” Jessie said. “He probably couldn’t even think.”
I spotted him coming back with my drink in hand. “Shh…be cool.”
“Oh, come on,” Jessie said. “Like Zeke doesn’t know he has a big dick.”
“How do you know?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Look at the guy. Sometimes you can just tell.”
“You’ll have to teach me that little gift of yours when we have some downtime.”
“Ha,” she said. “I’ll take my secrets to the grave.”
Zeke returned to the table and placed the lemon drop beside me. “Here you go. I got you one too, Jess.” He slid the drink to her side of the table.
“Awe, thanks.” Jessie grabbed the glass by the stem and took a big drink. “Always so nice.”
“What about Kayden?” Rex demanded. “You didn’t bring her anything?”
Zeke gave him a hard stare. “I think her boyfriend should be the one to fetch her a drink.”
“Oh shit,” Rex said under his breath. “I didn’t even think of that.”
Zeke nodded to the bar like he was giving some kind of code.
Rex understood his meaning. “Oh yeah. What would you like?”
“I’ll take a lemon drop too,” Kayden said. “And thank you.”
“Be right back.” Rex gave her a thumbs-up before he walked to the bar.
Zeke’s eyes never left my face now that there were no more distractions. The look he gave me was different than the others. It was full of intensity—even desperation.
Or perhaps it was just wishful thinking on my part.
“You look amazing.” His eyes moved down to my thighs, just where the dress ended inches above my knee.
“Thanks. You do too.”
“I don’t think we’re on the same level, but thanks.”
I sipped my drink just so I had something to do. He suddenly made me nervous, hot and cold all over. All I could do was picture my mouth devouring his, sucking that bottom lip into my mouth before I grazed his tongue with my own. I wanted that handsome body on top of mine in the darkness of his bedroom, the headboard tapping against the wall as he nailed me like a sailor home on leave.
Now I really needed to make a move. There was no way I was going home without him.
I just had to decide how to do that.
***
The guys walked to the corner to watch the end of the game. The score was tied and it was the final inning of overtime. Most of the guys in the bar were crowded around the TVs, needing to see the final outcome of the cutthroat game.
“Are you going to do it?” Kayden asked.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “Just not sure how I should go for it.”
“Just tell him you want to go back to his place,” Jessie said. “And ta-da. You win.”
“Since Zeke is my friend, it’s more complicated than that.” I couldn’t just hook up with him without some kind of explanation. “I was thinking I could tell him I’ve been into him for a few months now and I’d like to make a move. And if he’s into that…I’ll do it.”
“Too much talking,” Kayden said.
“I agree,” Jessie said. “Romance is so much better when people shut up.”
“Well, it would be really awkward if I just kissed him and he wasn’t into me at all.” Doing something stupid could affect our friendship, something I held very close to my heart.
“Shut up,” Jessie said. “He was drooling all over you.”
“He so was,” Kayden said. “Didn’t even try to hide it.”
“Still…I shouldn’t make an assumption.” Now I was just looking for an excuse because I was nervous to actually do it. I’d hit on guys before and had no problem making the first move, but this was the first guy who really mattered. He wasn’t just some hot dude. He was the hottest, sweetest, and most amazing dude on the planet.
“So when he comes back over here, go for it,” Jessie said. “Kayden and I will go to the bar or something to give you some privacy.”
I downed the rest of my glass. “Alright. Let’s do this.” I turned back to the corner where Zeke and Rex were standing. Some brunette was standing close to Zeke and chatting his ear off. She wore a skin-tight blue dress, and she was definitely a looker.
“Doesn’t mean anything.” Jessie could read me like a book.
But they kept talking. And Zeke even laughed at something she said. The game was over, but he still stayed to talk to her.
I was getting nervous. Did I just miss my chance?
“Still doesn’t mean anything,” Kayden said. “He’s just being nice.”
“You guys, let’s not pretend she’s not gorgeous,” I snapped. “He’s not just being nice to her.”
She and Zeke stepped away from the crowd and kept talking. His body faced my direction but he didn’t look up to see me. He held his beer in his hand and continued to listen to her talk. It didn’t seem like he was coming back.
“Fuck, why does this always happen to me?” I gripped the table for support. “I don’t want him when I can have him, but now that I can actually have him, he doesn’t want me.”
“We still don’t know—” Jessie stopped talking when she saw the woman grip Zeke’s bicep. “Okay…maybe you’re right.”
I wasn’t just upset because I was jealous. I was upset I didn’t do something sooner when I had the chance. Instead of waiting to make sure Zeke had enough time to move on from Rochelle, I should have just gone for it.
Now I was full of regret.
“Excuse me.” Just as I left the table, Zeke looked up at me. His eyes bored straight into mine as the woman continued to press her luscious body up against him. I pretended I didn’t give a damn and headed into the hallway where the bathrooms were located.
To my misfortune, there was a line of women against the wall waiting to use the bathroom. I couldn’t go back out there, so I leaned against the wall near the men’s room, attempting some privacy away from everyone else. And then I tried to talk myself down from the sheer terror in my heart.
You have no right to be jealous.
It’ll be alright.
There are other fish in the sea.
No, there’re no other fish in the sea. He’s it.
God, did I just lose the greatest thing that could have ever happened to me?
I wanted him so much.
I felt tears prickle my eyes. They were warm, and the bubbling sensation in the corners of my eyes just made me feel worse. I cried when Ryker dumped me because I was heartbroken. But I’d never cried over a man I didn’t have. That only convinced me my feelings for Zeke were stronger than anything I’d ever felt in my life.
And that just made me feel worse.
And fucking hopeless.
I took a deep breath and stilled my tears. I had to go back out there and pretend everything was fine. If I let these tears fall, my eyes would turn bloodshot red and puffy. It would be a dead giveaway that something was wrong.
Just when I wiped my fingers under my eyes to fix my makeup, Zeke walked into the hallway. He scanned the area like he was looking for someone. Then his eyes settled on me, his target.
A breath of time passed between us. I prayed he didn’t notice the puffiness surrounding my eyes. I hoped he didn’t see just how heartbroken I was when some woman touched him. It was obvious I was head over heels for him. I just hoped it wasn’t obvious to him.
He slowly walked toward me, taking his time despite the determination in his eyes. He moved right up to me, pressing
me harder against the solid surface of the wall. His chest moved against mine and our mouths were just inches apart.
I didn’t know what was happening. But I think I liked it.
He grabbed both of my hands, interlocked our fingers, and pinned them against the wall as he moved closer to me.
Now I couldn’t breathe.
He brushed his lips against mine, practically teasing me. It was the calm before the storm, the pause before the fall. He brushed his lips past mine again before he finally dove in and kissed me hard on the mouth.
Oh god.
He sucked my bottom lip before he moved his entire mouth with mine. Every kiss was purposeful, magical. He breathed hard into my mouth with an intensity that matched my own. His chest rose and fell with every deep breath, and a quiet moan escaped his lips when he felt my mouth with his.
I fought against his hold because I wanted to touch him, to run my hands all over that muscled physique. But he wouldn’t let me move. He pinned me harder into the wall, keeping me in place as he deepened his kiss.
I was his prisoner. His property. His girl.
And I knew it.
His fingers tightened around mine and he kissed me in that dark hallway, not caring about the people in line or the men who walked out of the bathroom and headed to the bar. His hips pressed against mine and his enormous definition rubbed against me through his jeans.
Was this a dream?
He kissed me forever, never slowing down or stopping his intensity. He was rough with my lips, making me feel like I’d never kissed anyone before. Everything about our embrace was unique—perfect.
He finally broke apart and pressed his face to mine. “Rae, I’m yours. And you’ve always been mine.”
***
As soon as he shut the front door, his lips were on mine again. He kissed me just as hard as he did before, and this time, he scooped me up by the ass and pulled me against his waist. He carried me down the hall and into his bedroom.
I’d never been inside it before but I didn’t care about looking around. All the lights were off, and my back hit his soft bedding when he laid me down.
He immediately pulled his shirt over his chest and tossed it on the floor.
Oh my lord.
So perfect.
Mine. All mine.
Perfectly chiseled and beautiful, every time he moved, his muscles rippled in response. He was lean and toned—practically ripped. He grabbed one ankle and removed my heel in one fluid motion. Then he did the same to the other. When my feet were bare, he placed one foot against his chest then leaned down and kissed me on the ankle.
“Ooh…” I didn’t consider my ankle to be an erogenous zone, but he sure made it into one.
He did the same with the other and pressed both feet against his massive chest. His heart beat against my heel, strong and powerful.
I dug my toes into his skin, feeling the searing heat that kept me warm. He was so goddamn hot that I couldn’t even wrap my mind around it. My pussy was already drenched, and I wanted that enormous package inside me—as soon as possible.
With my feet still pressed to his chest, he undid his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. He kicked his shoes and socks away, and then kicked off his black pants. He was just in his boxers, solid black and dark in comparison to his fair and flawless skin. He grabbed the waistband of his boxers and felt the fabric with his fingertips, his blue eyes watching my face the entire time.
Drop em’.
Come on, drop em’.
He pulled them down his muscular thighs, his enormous cock popping out proudly.
I bit my bottom lip. “Oh wow…”
He pulled them off and stood in his glorious nakedness. His natural lubrication was oozing from the tip, glistening as he stared at me on his bed.
I’d never felt so happy to be alive.
His hands glided up my thighs until he reached my hips. He bunched up the fabric of my dress then pulled it up to my waist, exposing my belly button. My feet were still planted firmly against his chest.
His fingers found the fabric of my thong. He fisted each strap tightly before he yanked it down my thighs and to my knees. He let it hang there because my feet were still braced against him. His hand moved back down to my ass and gripped it harshly, dragging me toward the edge of the bed. “Mine.” He kneeled to the floor and moved my legs over his shoulders, my panties still stretched between my knees. His face moved between my legs and he greeted my clitoris with his tongue.
“God…” I arched my back and gripped the sheets beside me, knowing this reality was better than any fantasy I’d ever had. He had the smoothest moves, and he was so sexy. I could have been doing this every night for years if I’d just opened my damn eyes.
He sucked my clit into his mouth then moved his tongue aggressively across the surface. Then he licked my opening before his tongue darted inside, greeting my wetness with his own. He didn’t need to focus on the foreplay because I was already set to go. I’d been ready since I laid eyes on him in the bar.
I stared at him as he kept his face between my legs. My panties were hooked around my knees, and seeing him take me so aggressively almost made me come then and there. I wanted to release but I wanted to wait until he was inside me. There was no way I would last long, not after four months of no action.
After Zeke devoured me, he rose to his feet, his cock red and throbbing. He grabbed my dress and pulled it over my head, revealing my tits that were hard and pointed. He leaned over me and sucked each nipple into his mouth, his cock pressed against my soaked folds.
This had to be a dream. It was just too good.
I ran my hands through his hair just the way I wanted before I dragged my nails down his back, feeling every single line and groove of muscle. He was perfect, so masculine and strong. I closed my eyes and enjoyed all the sensations he created in me. Before he pulled away, he gave me a seductive kiss on the lips. He straightened, standing at the edge of the bed with his cock right against my folds.
I was on birth control and clean, and I knew Zeke was clean too. So I didn’t need to have that conversation I had with Ryker when we became serious. It was different with Zeke, and I didn’t want him to wear anything.
It was different with me too because he didn’t open his nightstand and pull out a condom. He grabbed the base of his cock and pointed his thick head at my entrance.
“Wait… Do you think we should slow things down?” We just got together and we were jumping in bed together.
He stared at me with the same heated expression, like slowing down was the dumbest idea he’d ever heard. “If you want to.”
“I don’t. I just don’t want you to think I’m a slut.”
The corner of his mouth rose in a smile. “I don’t think that, Rae. But I’m definitely going to turn you into a slut—for me.” He pressed his head inside me, stretching me wide as he entered my narrow channel.
My head rolled back to the bed, and I gripped the sheets again. Everything I said came out in an incoherent blur. “Oh my god, that feels so fucking good.”
He moved farther inside, his thick shaft pressing against my walls as he inched deeper. He glided through my slickness, feeling my arousal soak his skin. He kept going until every inch of his length was buried deep inside me.
“Zeke…” My hands moved to his wrists. I wrapped my fingers around his corded skin, feeling his powerful pulse through his weathered flesh. I hadn’t felt this pleasure in so long I forgot how good it was. He was so big that it was a little painful, but that discomfort was nothing compared to how amazing he felt.
His eyes burned into mine as he listened to me say his name. “You don’t know how many times I’ve beat off to just the idea of you saying my name like that.” He pulled me closer to the edge, his cock moving just a little more. His hands moved to the back of my knees and he kept my thighs pinned apart.
“I want to watch you beat off sometime.” I didn’t have a clue what I was saying. My head was in the clou
ds and all I could think about was this sexy god inside me.
He started to move inside me, sliding through my slickness. His cock made noises every time it glided in and out, the friction audible.
I was already going to come. I knew it.
It was so pathetic that it was embarrassing.
I tried to fight it as he thrust into me gently. We hadn’t even really started, and I was already fighting the fire between my legs. It started deep in my belly then migrated south. Like a crescendo, it rose until it was no longer unbreakable.
I came so hard I screamed.
“Oh god…”
Zeke’s heated expression intensified as he stared at the pleasure on my face. He thrust into me harder, giving me every inch of his length at a quick pace to make the climax even more intense.
I dug my nails into his forearms and rocked my lower body against him, loving every single inch of that unbelievable cock. “Zeke…wow.” I rode the high until it slowly disappeared from my body altogether, but I could still feel the tenderness from our moving bodies.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, baby.” He pulled his length out of me, making me feel empty the second he was gone. Then he scooted me up the bed and turned me on my stomach. He moved on top of me and shoved himself inside me harshly, not at all gently like he was before. He had me pinned underneath him, his chest against my back. His mouth moved to my ear and he fucked me aggressively, his hips smacking against my ass every time he pounded into me. My clit rubbed against the bunched-up sheets every time he moved into me, heightening the pleasure to a new level.
He breathed into my ear and grunted quietly, moving his entire body as he fucked me aggressively. He was covered in sweat, and when I rocked my ass back into him, I got drenched as well. It didn’t matter how tired and hot we were. We were so lost in each other we didn’t care about the heat. “Your pussy feels as good as I imagined.”
I reached behind me and gripped him by the thigh, pulling him into me as I rocked into him. I could feel another orgasm approaching over the horizon, but I wasn’t surprised because I was so hard up. “I can’t wait until I feel your come inside me.”
He paused for a second, a heavy breath filling my ear. “Fuck, Rae.” He thrust into me harder, burrowing me into the mattress.
