by BJ Harvey
“I tried to stay away.”
“Why?”
His head jerks back and his arm around me tightens. “You wanted me here?”
“I always want you here,” I reply. “I thought you would’ve gotten my hint when I said I wanted to see you face to face.”
His eyes go wide and he shakes his head, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Sweetheart, if you want to see me—at all—you just need to tell me. I don’t care if it’s a week, a day, an hour, or even a minute since I left you. You call and if I can be there, I will.”
“Well then . . .” I say, feeling like an idiot for being subtle before rather than saying ‘come over and jump my bones.’ Although now that I think about it, if my subtlety didn’t work on the phone, why is he here?
“So you’re here now because . . . ?”
“Because I spent all night with the guys and all I could think about was you. Then you were texting me from your bed and I decided that I wanted to be where you were.”
“In my bed?”
“As long as you’re in it with me.”
“But I didn’t—” I don’t get to finish what I was trying to say because he kisses me, and it’s not a gentle ‘ease me into it’ kiss either. No, it’s a hard, hungry, deep kiss that rocks me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and leaves me overheating as if I’m in Nevada in the middle of July.
I meet his tongue stroke for stroke, lifting myself up on my toes to get myself as close as I can to him. My fingers bite into his shoulders as he continues to plunder my mouth—that’s the only description that even comes close to describing the hunger he’s kissing me with. It’s more than just want—it’s carnal freaking need.
Pulling back, I drop down onto my feet and his forehead dips to rest against mine.
“Is this another goodnight kiss where you’re going to work me up then leave me?” I ask breathlessly.
“I’m not leaving this time,” he says gruffly before burying his face into my neck and nuzzling the skin beneath my ear. “I’m staying tonight, tomorrow, and maybe even Sunday. Is that okay with you?”
“Absolutely perfect.” I tilt my head to the side to give him unfettered access. “Want a tour of my place?”
“Don’t need a tour unless the first and only stop is your room.”
The moment we hit my bedroom, it’s on like Donkey Kong. Hands move, clothes fly, lips continue to kiss and moans—mine—bounce off the walls as if it’s a triple-X movie with ultra-high def sound.
Then Zach pushes me down onto the mattress, drops to his knees, splays my legs wide, and he dives in—literally—tongue first. My hands shoot to his head, holding his mouth to me as he continues his exquisite torture. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Quite simply the greatest feeling in the whole freaking world.
With Zach kneeling beside the bed, my legs framing his head, he works me into such a frenzy that my naked body writhes and arches like that chick in The Exorcist. Moving his hand between my thighs, he slowly eases a finger inside of me while his mouth covers my clit and his tongue does a delicious swirl maneuver that should be documented for future generations. Totally freaking amazing.
I moan loud and unabashedly, deciding in that moment that Zach’s mouth must be the undiscovered eighth wonder of the world. It should be heralded as the gift that keeps on giving. I thought his kisses were good; they pale in comparison to his mouth on and in me.
Then the upward assent of my orgasm roller coaster piques and I teeter on the crest before catapulting down the curve, crying out when he sucks hard on my clit and scrapes his teeth against my sensitive flesh, driving a second finger deep inside me at the same time.
I come down and he eases his mouth off me slowly, swirling his talented tongue around my clit then trailing a line of kisses over my stomach, between my breasts and up my neck, all while dragging his hard body against mine on his way.
He drops his lips to brush against mine, once, twice, then invites his tongue to the party as it plunges into my mouth.
“Zach,” I whimper.
“So fucking hard for you, Dani.”
I kiss him, digging my fingernails into his back, lifting my hips up to grind them against his cock. That earns me a long guttural groan before Zach flips over onto his back and pulls me on top to straddle him. I continue sliding up and down his erection, whimpering with every smooth stroke.
He grabs hold of my shoulders, dragging me down to his chest. His fingers grip my hair and hold me in place while his lips claim mine once more. “Gotta get a condom, sweetheart.”
“Okay,” I say, rolling to the side as he reaches down to the floor where his clothes are, and—I’m guessing—the condom. He rips open the packet and I watch him roll it down his long length. It’s not only bigger than I’ve had before but it’s also thick. In fact, if there was ever such a thing as a beautiful penis competition, Zach would totally win it, pants down.
He moves over my body again and kisses me, grinding his hips down against mine, stroking his cock over my clit. I run my hands up to his face from where they were braced on either side of him.
“Yes,” I whisper, anticipation and nerves of Zach taking me for the first time washing through me. He reaches down and runs his cock through my slick heat as our eyes meet. The depth of feeling there rocks me to my core. “I’ve dreamed about this . . .” I say quietly. “I want to remember this forever.”
“You will. I’ll make sure you do,” he says roughly, just as he ever-so-slowly pushes into me.
If I thought oral sex Zach-style was the best feeling in the world, nothing and I mean nothing compares to Zach being inside me. It’s better than any teenage fantasy or adult dream I could’ve ever conjured up.
He drops onto a forearm on the bed, looking deep in my eyes as he kisses me whisper-soft at first, then morphs those kisses into long, languid strokes of his tongue against mine. My hands roam over his arms, across his shoulders, and down his back, my nails biting into his skin as his pelvis grinds against my clit sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me.
“So beautiful,” he whispers against my lips. Our breaths intermingle as I start to pant, my second climax fast approaching.
“This is beautiful,” I add, and he kisses me, stifling my cries as my body tenses. I clench all around him, moaning his name into his mouth as I come spectacularly.
I hold onto him as his thrusts become harder and more frantic, then I watch in awe as he buries his face against my neck and groans low and deep as he climaxes inside of me.
As we cling to each other and try to catch our breath, I bask in the afterglow of sex with my dream guy, something that—up until six weeks ago—I never thought would happen.
“You give good sex, Zach Cooper.”
He looks down at me, his lips twitching and his eyes alight with humor. “I give good sex?”
“You do,” I reply with a squeeze of my Kegels. He responds with a shift of his hips, his semi-hard cock gliding deeper inside me.
My responding mew makes his smile grow wider and his eyes drop to half-mast. “You’re goofy.”
Too sated to attempt a snooty retort, I just shrug and bite my bottom lip.
“Totally goofy.”
“I’m well sexed and happy, Cooper. Don’t ruin your chance of getting round two tonight.”
“Oh no, Little Grasshopper. I’m not waiting until the morning to have you again. I’m going to the bathroom, getting rid of this rubber, and coming back to rile you up again.”
My entire body shudders in anticipation at his words. More sex with Zach Cooper—more totally hot sex too.
As promised, he gets up from the bed, and unapologetic in his nakedness, walks into my bathroom, disappearing from sight. I flop over onto my back and stare at the ceiling, unable to stop myself from grinning. The promise of sex with Zach paled in comparison to the act itself. Never have I felt anything that even comes close to what I just experienced with his body on mine—in mine—and to be honest
, I never thought sex could be so good. Actually, good doesn’t even come close to describing what just happened between us.
In my limited sexual experience, from high school fumbling to the two partners I’ve had since then, I’ve never felt like I was burning from the inside out. It was okay, but nothing ever came close to the moment Zach put his mouth on me, his hands, his cock . . .
Whether it’s the connection we have, the feelings I have for him, or his God-given talent to bestow pleasure, I want more—a lot more. Now, tomorrow, ’til the end of time . . . if all I ever do is live the rest of my life as Zach Cooper’s sex slave, I will die happy.
At that thought, I turn my head and watch the man in question walk toward me, my eyes dropping to his softening cock, still mesmerized by its magnificence.
He puts a knee to the bed and lies down beside me, and my eyes move to meet his amused ones. My cheeks flame red and I bury my face in the pillow, mortified that he caught me looking at him.
He glides his fingers over my temple and through my hair, and unable to resist, I lift my head to see him watching me with gentle eyes.
“I like you looking at me and I like that you want me again. You don’t hide that, and I hope you know you never have to.”
My heart skips a beat and my belly flutters in a total romance novel cliché.
“I like you, like a lot,” I whisper, bringing my fingers up to stroke his jaw. I run my thumb along his bottom lip and heat sears through me when his tongue darts out to touch my skin.
“You’re making me hard again, Little Grasshopper.”
“And that’s a problem because?” I say with a flirty smile.
“You’re going to wear me out.”
“I’m sure you can cope, old man.”
“I’ll show you old. You should respect your elders,” he says, his hands going from around my shoulders to my stomach, tickling me.
“Stop,” I say through choked laughter.
“Nope.”
I try to fight him off but stop when the tickling becomes more and I end up launching myself at him.
I can’t say if I was taught respect, but after that he went on to show me a whole boatload of other things that I liked—a lot.
I’m woken up with a hand roaming gently over my chest. Turning my head, I grin when I see Dani’s adorably sleepy eyes watching her fingers dragging across my skin.
My cock jerks to life when she circles a nipple with the pad of her thumb. When she engages her nails I rumble my appreciation, grinning when her eyes snap to mine.
She freezes in her exploration, looking like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She makes to move her hand but I put mine over hers to keep it in place.
“Morning,” I say roughly, my voice full of sleep.
“Uh . . . hi,” she replies. “Sorry” Her expression turns sheepish and my grin grows bigger.
In the blink of an eye, I flip her onto her back and cover her body with mine, pressing her into the bed and trapping her hand between us. “Never apologize for touching me. You’re welcome to wake me up like that anytime. Especially if you feel like exploring other parts of my anatomy.”
She rolls her eyes at me, but I don’t miss the flash of heat in them either. “Typical male.”
“I’ll take you touching me anywhere, anyhow, anytime, but you’ve gotta know that having your hand on a man’s cock will always get his attention,” he says.
“I’ll remember that,” she replies, a devilish smile playing on her lips.
“I wanna kiss that smirk off your face.”
“What’s stopping you then?” she asks with that fucking head tilt I like so much.
With a low growl, I drop my lips to hers and kiss her, my tongue delving into her mouth to seek hers out, making my intentions very clear with a hard thrust of my cock against her stomach. She eases her trapped hand out from between us and wraps her arms around my shoulders, her fingers tangling in my hair.
As I discovered last night, when she lets go, my Dani is a wildcat. She’s creative, open, and very inquisitive. I’m definitely looking forward to many more nights—and mornings—with her body pressed tightly into mine.
Dragging my body down, I cup one of her breasts in my hand and run my tongue over and around the hard peak, her hands flexing tightly against my hair. I look up to watch her face, her teeth biting her lip when I take a long draw on her nipple. Paying the same attention to the other breast, I run a hand up her chest to stroke the side of her face, tracing her bottom lip with the tip of my thumb. She surprises me by swirling her tongue around my thumb and sucks it into her mouth, making my dick throb against her thigh at the thought of her lips being wrapped around something else.
Pulling my hand away from her face, I move up to kiss her neck, her nails now raking across my shoulders causing me to groan against her skin.
“I want to bury my cock inside you and forget the world exists.”
“Do it. Please,” she begs, her voice breathy and full of so much need I want to plunge straight into her.
I push an arm between her waist and the bed and roll onto my back, bringing her body with me. Her knees go into the bed, framing my hips and bringing her wet pussy down against my cock.
She leans up on an elbow and stares down at me. “Smooth move there,” she says with a sexy smirk.
“What are you going to do about it?” I ask, bucking my hips a little, eliciting a whimper. “You’re welcome to continue your exploration of my body, Little Grasshopper.”
“You want me to?”
“I want you to do whatever you want, Dani. Take what you want.” I lift my arms above my head and shove my hands under the pillow, not missing the heat in her eyes as they rake down my chest.
“Whatever I want . . .” she whispers, and fuck if my dick doesn’t twitch against her pussy in approval.
It’s then that a low moan comes from the other side of the wall. Dani’s gaze snaps to mine and her lips purse, failing to stop the soft giggle before it escapes.
“It seems like you’re not the only one having a sleepover,” I muse and chuckle when her eyes bug out of her head.
“She doesn’t bring guys home. She’s a hit-it-and-quit-it girl,” she whispers.
“So now we’re going to have a sex battle?.”
“A what?”
“Change of plans. I can’t lie here and listen to moans I’m not causing. It’s like a silent dare to my man parts to rise to the challenge.”
She rubs her pelvis up and down my erection. “That doesn’t seem to be a problem for you right now.”
“Let’s see if we can show them up.”
“You want to?” she asks. She rolls her hips against me, and it’s my turn to groan.
Reaching down, I grab her hips and pull her up my body at the same time as I move down the mattress, stopping as soon as she’s straddling my face and her knees frame my head.
“Zach . . .” she whimpers, her voice turning low as I swipe my tongue against her core before pulling her down onto my face and taking her deep and hard, thrusting my tongue inside her before swirling it up and around her clit.
She bucks against me, making my cock throb incessantly in anticipation. Her loud moans echo off the walls, but I know it’s not enough. There’s a part of me—probably hidden deep since caveman times—that wants Dani’s roommate and her bed buddy to hear us. I want them to know exactly what I’m doing to Dani and how hot we are together. In a world where I can’t be open with my friends about how crazy I am for her, I’m going to take this opportunity to at least show someone what I do to my girl.
As I planned, Dani screams when I relentlessly eat her, not easing up for one second after the first orgasm and catapulting her straight into the next, licking and sucking until she’s forced to brace her hands on the wall behind the bed to hold herself up.
Needing to feel her clench around me, I drag her hips down my body and poise my cock at her entrance, cupping the back of her head with my hand and pu
lling her lips to mine, probing her mouth with my tongue and feeling her answering moan deep inside me.
When we’re both collapsed back on the mattress, sweaty and sticky in the most enjoyable way, Dani starts to giggle. Rolling over, she plants her face in my chest and tries to stifle her laughter but does a terrible job at hiding it.
“Let it be noted that you’re a wild cat.”
She jerks her head up and glares at me. “I am not,” she says indignantly.
“You fucking are and I love it.”
She pauses, and I know I’ve surprised her. “You do?”
“Sweetheart, there isn’t a man on this earth who would complain when a woman like you goes crazy hot for them in bed. I’m fucking glad I do that for you considering you’ve been turning me inside out for weeks.”
“Really?” she says on a gasp, as if it’s the world’s biggest surprise.
“Fuck you’re cute,” I say, moving my lips to hers for a slow, lazy kiss.
“You think Abi heard us?” she asks, and I snort in response.
“No fucking doubt about it.”
Her cheeks going bright red just as she burrows back into my side.
“It was hot. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“We’ve heard each other having sex now. There are no boundaries left to cross”
Then a thought hits me. “Do you trust her?” Of all the ways I imagine Zander eventually finding out, Dani’s roommate letting the cat out of the bag would not be a good one.
“Absolutely,” she says without hesitation.
“Do you really think she’ll give you shit? You liked hearing her. It turned you on.”
“It did not.” Now it’s my turn to tilt my head at her, shooting her a skeptical look. “Okay, maybe . . .” she replies sheepishly. “But it was mainly you.”
“Good to know,” I reply with a cocky grin. “Now I think we need a shower.”
“Together?” she asks.
