The Crash Zone (The Zone Series Book 2)

by Tarrah Anders

  His hands are roaming on my bare back and my breasts are pushed against his chest. I make a point to not completely seat myself on him, but as his hands run along my side, he eventually is grabbing onto my ass and lowering me to him. He moans at the same time that I do and I attempt to pull back slightly but he lifts himself to not break the contact again. His hands leave my ass and they’re now pressing against my back as we’re sitting up and he’s pressing our chests together.

  I pull back slightly and look at him. His eyes are staring into mine intensely. His lips are swollen from kissing, as he licks them and he pulls my face back to his. He kisses me more intimately and cautiously, and I melt into him further. Slow strokes of his tongue and mine together, his hands gripping on to my hips slowly pressing me into him. My center is now flush against his lap and I again can feel the length of him.

  “Tatum?” He moans against my lips, I answer him by pressing my center against him and rubbing myself against him. He is shaking right now, and I feel him battling with himself. There’s no turning back and stopping now this time. I want it so bad, and I know that he does too, why should we deny ourselves of this any further.

  “Please Max, more.” I moan into his mouth and he takes the imitative to flip me to my back. He’s hovering over me, trailing open mouthed kisses down my throat. My fingers are softly tugging on the hair that I’ve dreamt of grabbing onto since I moved in as I’m breathing heavily.

  He slows as his lips brush against my rigid nipples and the tip of his tongue licks sensually and then his warm mouth envelopes my right nipple as I suck in a breath and feel the sensation rock me to my core. It’s almost too much.

  “Sensitive.” I practically scream, unsure whether or not if I welcome it or not.

  He looks up through his hooded eyes and apologizes. His thumb is rubbing my other nipple and I’m feeling ready to explode.

  “Tatum?” He mumbles with his hands about to breach my boxers and underwear, his eyes looking to me for permission. I eagerly nod and bite my lip in anticipation.

  He slides my boxers and underwear off, and continues to kiss my lower half, inching his way down my navel and to my hips. He’s lifts my leg and continues his pursuit towards my aching center. He licks the length of my thigh from the back of my knee to right below the melting lava. My breathing is heavy and I just want to bring him up close to me. Suddenly his tongue is sliding the length of my slit and his finger is parting me for him. I can feel the warmth of his breath and I can hear the appreciative hums that are coming from him as he starts caressing me with his mouth.

  This is my undoing. This feeling is amazing. This is so not how I imagined my morning to begin.

  “Max!” I moan as he sucks on my clit, he gently scrapes it between his tongue and his teeth and I’m flying high and feeling like I’m out of my body. No one has ever touched me this intimately, I’ve never had anyone go downtown on me, and I’m mentally slapping myself for denying myself of this pleasure for my entire existence of my adult years.

  Max looks up from between my legs and licks his lips. He looks pleasantly content.

  “Did I hurt you?” He asks eventually.

  “Far from it.” I reach for him as he crawls up my body, stopping every few inches to place a kiss somewhere on my body. I’m shivering from anticipation and as his face is over mine, I reach for his pants and start to tug down on them, so he can understand what I’m asking for.

  “Wait, condom.” He says about to lift off of me.

  “I’m pregnant remember, I don’t think I can get any more pregnant that I already am.” I smile.

  “Right.” He says lowering himself and kissing me again. “Are we, should we?” He stutters out as he places kisses against my collarbone.

  “I don’t want to stop.” I breathe out pushing my hips up.

  “That’s all I needed to hear.” He says as his tip breaches my opening.

  I breathe in and with one slow thrust, Max has seated himself and stilled. He’s breathing heavily in the space between my neck and my shoulder. He hasn’t started moving yet.

  “Max?”

  He slowly lifts his head and nods, kissing my cheek and beginning to pull out and thrust back in. I can hear his breaths and see the restraint that he has with the clench of his jaw. He pulls back and looks me straight in the eyes and he leans down and kisses me while thrusting ever so slowly.

  Chapter 26 – Max

  I’m afraid that if I move any faster right now, I will blow my load and this whole thing would be over. Then she would regret it, or I would regret this and living together might really start to suck. I force those thoughts out of my head and shake my head as I look into Tatum’s eyes. She has so much passion behind her eyes, so many questions and so much to offer.

  Her pussy is swallowing my dick whole and surrounding me with silky goodness, I don’t know how much longer I can go on. I do know that I need to get her off one more time before I bust. I reach between our bodies, my thrusts getting faster and I find her rosy bud and rub it in a circular fashion. She immediately starts to respond by faster breathing and more moaning, her legs have wrapped around me and she’s frantic for release, I can tell.

  I can suddenly feel her pussy clamp down and milk my dick for all it’s worth and suddenly my release is coming, with hers. I’ve never, not once come at the same time as my partner, so this euphoric experience has me winded and my dick feels like it’s still being milked by the most wonderful of hands. I lay some kisses all along her neck and still. I’m laying most of my body weight on my forearms as I hover above her. I claim her lips with mine and gently massage her tongue with my own. She hums and I pull completely away. I’m looking down on her, and she looks completed tranquil.

  I’m still semi-erect as I stay within her. I don’t want to leave this place, I want to stay nestled within her as long as I can. She’s become an extension of me, an extension that I could get used to. I feel my dick twitch and she does too as her eyes suddenly go wide.

  “Sorry.” I whisper and slowly pull out.

  She exhales loudly as do I from the disconnect of our bodies, and I lay beside her. She still has the tranquil smile on her face as she turns her body towards me and sighs. She slowly opens her eyes and meets my eyes.

  “I had flashbacks during from the hotel.” She smiles.

  “Hopefully, they were good flashbacks.” I say returning her smile, mine probably looking dopey compared to hers.

  “They were. Along the lines of what just happened, but obviously in a different location.”

  I smile. I don’t remember much of that night, but I’m glad I got this chance to relive the moment, however different they could be.

  She scrunches her face in slight disappointment.

  “What do we do now?” She whispers, her eyes worried.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, I know she’s worried about our situation.

  “We just… we just... you know. We live together… we’re having a baby together, holy shit… I was trying so hard to….Oh no… did we ruin this?” She sits up, the moment over.

  I sit up with her and pull her to me, she reluctantly comes and it takes a moment for her to settle. I run my hand up and down her arm, and it feels right.

  “Do you know how hard it was for me to leave the living room last night? How hard it’s been to carry you to your bedroom every night since you’ve moved in and not to my room? The call is all yours, I want to see what can happen with us, but I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

  She’s silent. Then she pulls out of my grasp and looks at me. I see fear now in her eyes, I’m almost terrified of what will come out of her mouth.

  “Yeah, Okay. We, um got out the initial.. You know. Maybe the rest, we should take slow?” She looks at me with hope. “Slower.” She says as if she’s trying to convince herself.

  “Whatever you want, we can do.” I say kissing the tip of her nose.

  She smiles and leans into me. “I want to do this.”


  We sat in quiet for a few more minutes before I speak again.

  “Maybe we should get dressed, unless we repeat what we just did but that wouldn’t be taking things slow.” I suggest with a wink.

  She jumps off the bed and starts grabbing my discarded shorts. She bends over, giving me quite the view of the pinkness between her legs. I slap my hand over my eyes and throw myself backwards on her bed with a loud groan. It’s taking every bit of my restraint to not grab her by her hips and bring her pinkness to my mouth right now. My dick is ready to go and I grab it and squeeze it to heed off the frustration that I feel. She catches sight of me and throws my shorts at me. They land on top of my hand with my dick gripped. And her lips part and then she licks them.

  “Fuck! I’ve got to take a shower.” I say releasing my dick and clutching the shorts to my groin.

  She smiles. “Want company?” She says and then she covers her mouth as if she didn’t intend to offer that out loud.

  “I really would, but let’s just… shower separate for today.” I stand and walk to her, clutching my shorts against my dick in desperation. I kiss her quickly and then exit to my bedroom. I don’t bother shutting my door, and I go straight for my shower, dropping my shorts in the doorway.

  For the 7th day in a row, I jacked off in my shower with vigor. You wouldn’t have known that I just came inside her with all the cum that exploded against my shower tiles. After I released myself, I finished my shower and returned to the kitchen, where Tatum was cleaning up the start of her breakfast preparations from before I came back from my run.

  “Let’s go out to eat?” I ask following her every move.

  “Sure. Let me shower right quick.” She smiles moving past me.

  “Want company?” I yell after her. She giggles and disappears.

  I pull out my phone and browse the internet and my social media accounts. An incoming text from a number that I don’t recognize lights up my phone asking to meet up for drinks later comes through, and I don’t even hesitate to engage in conversation to find out who it is, I just press to delete. I sat on the couch for several minutes, with wild thoughts running through my mind.

  My main fear right now, is loss. I’ve overcome the drinking thing, well I’m still overcoming it – that will always be a work in progress. I make a mental note to call my sponsor this evening and go to a meeting perhaps. Maybe Tatum would come with me to a meeting?

  Tatum sneaks up behind me and scares the shit out of me. I think my heart may have stopped beating as I regain my breath, she’s laughing. I’m glad my almost dying can make her laugh. I stand up and round the couch. She’s breathtaking, her long hair is pulled up into a pony tail, she’s wearing some stretchy type skirt and a tank top, which is tightly fitted. I’m staring at her, no make that openly gawking at her as I take in her beauty.

  “May I?” I ask holding out my hand towards her stomach.

  “Of course.” She says as she pulls the tank top up a bit, exposing her stomach. I run my hand across her stomach and put my other arm on the small of her back.

  “I’m in awe of this, by the way.” I say as I kiss her temple and give her a small squeeze.

  She smiles as we exit the house.

  “I’ll drive.” She says stealing my keys out of my hand.

  “Hey, my car! I drive.” I pretend to whine as she skips to the car. She’s so youthful, so beautiful, so perfect.

  She’s so mine.

  ***

  We’re sitting across from another. Her foot is wedged between mine under the table and I’m smiling like a Cheshire cat.

  “We need to establish new rules.” She states chewing on a tater tot.

  “Oh really now?” I act surprised, I knew we would need to establish actual rules, pertaining to our personal involvement now, but it was worth my pretend shock to see her roll her eyes.

  “Rules currently in effect stay, in effect.” She starts.

  “Except the see through tank tops, I’m fine with you wearing them, never had a thing denying them, but I think now, you can, well you know – wear them all the time.” I smile taking a bite out of my pancake.

  “Okay, so anyways. Rule number four.”

  “Three, we just nixed number three.” I tease.

  She rolls her eyes again. She’s adorable.

  “Fine, rule three. Honesty. We have to be honest with another at all times.”

  “Deal. Rule number 4, no dating other people.” I shocked myself saying that out loud. We just hooked up again, sealing the deal and stating that we were going to try to become something more than roommates and I’m already pussy whipped and wanting her all to myself?

  “Yeah, I agree. Plus, who really wants to date someone whose pregnant anyways.” She waves at herself.

  “I do.” Again, I shock myself. What has come over me?

  “Rule number five, sex is off the table.” She starts and I groan. “For a month.” She finishes.

  “What’s the perks of that?” I ask. I know she wants to go slow, but we just had sex this morning and it was beyond amazing, why would she want to not do it again, like this afternoon?

  “We need to keep getting to know each other, I don’t want our relationship or whatever we have to be crowded by sex. Even though that’s how it all started. Besides, I never said…” She leans closer to me and whispers “Oral.”

  I lean back fully satisfied. I can deal with that, she tasted exquisite, and I could spend an eternity down there, and I wouldn’t mind seeing her skills on me either.

  “One month, deal. How many rules do we need?” I ask.

  “One more, I think. We make time for date nights, so we can get to know each other. And I’m not just talking about watching a movie, I’m talking about talking.” She has this feral look to her right now as she talks.

  “Okay, this is easy enough. This counts as a date right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And what about touching, kissing, hugging?” I ask nudging her foot with mine.

  “All good, unless you think they shouldn’t be?” She looks like she’s hanging on by a thread awaiting my answer.

  “No, I think they definitely are granted. Otherwise, I would be breaking that rule now as much as you broke the see through tank top rule!”

  I smile like a kid who is about to open his birthday presents as we finish our food.

  We pull back up to the house and I get out of the passenger seat and wait for her in front of her car.

  “What about PDA and hand holding?” I ask.

  “All fine.” She says as she approaches and I grab her hand and entwine my fingers with her. We walk up the few steps to the front door and then I pull her in and kiss her. Not an impressive kiss, but my tongue most definitely made it inside her mouth!

  ***

  I woke up in a sweat. My sheets were soaked from whatever I was dreaming about. I hate it when I can’t remember my dreams, although I’m sure that’s for the best most of the time, since it’s probably better that way. It’s the middle of the night and I’m alone in my bed. Tatum and I have been taking things slow for a week and while it’s been enlightening to be in the beginning stages of dating, it’s also been pure torture since we live together.

  She’s returned to wearing her see through tank top with knowing glances when I approach her to fondle her and kiss her. But we haven’t done anything sexual, despite the addendum to rule number five being a possibility. I would consider Tatum my girlfriend now, even though we haven’t actually titled each other that out loud. I don’t know exactly where I became the stable boyfriend after being the man-whore for so long, but I can adjust.

  I remove myself from bed and stumble into my bathroom. I start the shower and quickly rinse off the layer of sweat from whatever I was dreaming about. Part of me is wanting to go back to sleep, the other part of me is wide awake. After my rinse, I opt to get some water. I don’t bother putting any pants on, but walk out of my bedroom in my towel.

  In the living room, the glow
of the television is on and I see Tatum leaning, slightly sitting up on the arm of the couch. I quietly move so I can see her face and her glazed eyes are open and staring straight ahead, until I come into her line of sight. She turns her head and lazily smiles.

  “Can’t sleep?” I ask joining her on the couch.

  “I’ve been trying for a good few hours. But then I get sucked into whatever this show is and then I can’t peel myself off the couch.” She yawns and then looks at the towel around my waist.

  “I had a bad dream, I think. I needed to rinse off.” I explain.

  “No complaints here.” She says running her hand across my chest.

  “You might not want to do that Tate.” I warn her, feeling my dick harden.

  “Oh yeah?” She says leaning towards me, her lips inches away from mine, we’re sharing the same breath right now.

  “Mmmmhmmm.” I say lowering my lips to hers and spreading hers with my tongue.

  She pulls back, her hand still on my chest, tracing my nipple.

  “I think I need some water.” I say pulling back from her and getting up holding my towel together.

  She shuts off the television and follows me into the kitchen. She stands there, waiting for something, I don’t know what. I drink an entire glass of water and then turn to her. She smiles and holds out her hand to me and leads me down the hallway. We stop in front of my bedroom and she looks behind her towards her room.

  “Can I come in?” She asks.

  “Darling, you don’t need to ask, ever.” I say angling my head for her to go in.

  She jumps on the bed and immediately my thoughts turn dirty.

  “Whoa, wait. I need to change the sheets.” I explain by pointing to my sleep sweat.

  “Is that a regular occurrence?” She asks.