by Bex Dane
"Oh." The tingle between my legs burst into full-on electric charges through my whole body.
"And a paintbrush." He held up an unused paintbrush with a wooden handle and long white hairs cut at an angle. A smaller brush, for detailed work.
Oh my. Zook wanted to tie me up and break me with pie and a paintbrush? I gulped down the lump in my throat.
"Don't worry, you'll love it. I will too. If you need me to stop, just say Orion."
"Orion?"
"My horse."
"You have a horse?"
"I did. Not sure where she is now. No changing the subject. Take off your blouse."
I could've said no. If I stood up and asked to leave, he'd let me. But lord help me, I didn't want to leave. Suddenly what he had planned sounded like the best idea in the world. Nothing else I'd rather do than have Zook tie me up with a blue rope and break me. I crossed my arms at the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing a matching scarlet bra. As my hair settled, I peered up at him. His face had grown serious, and his eyes were dark. Within seconds, he was on me again, his mouth pressed to mine. His hand holding the paintbrush twined in my hair, and the hand holding the rope moved behind my back, caressing up and down my side.
"Love this bra. You look so damn beautiful. But gotta take it off." He unsnapped my bra and slid it down my arms. He planted his face in my cleavage and inhaled. "Smell so good, CeCe. Missed you. Missed your scent."
I grabbed his head and ran my hands through his hair, holding him close to my heart. "I missed you too, Zook. So much."
He took my hands from his hair and moved my arms behind my back. He kept his face in my chest as he twined the rope around my wrists and yanked it tight. As I gasped, he raised his head and gazed at me with a look so molten it could melt stone.
"Easy now. Trust me." He pressed on my shoulders till I was laying on my back on the couch. My tied hands pressed against my spine, and my head rested on the arm of the couch. "Atta girl." He unlaced my boots and tugged them off. He unbuttoned my pants and peeled them down slowly. The warmth from the space heater hit my skin. He kissed my belly as he lowered my panties and tossed them. I felt so naked, which I was, and he was fully dressed.
"Zook, please. Take your shirt off. Want to feel your skin."
He sat back on his knees, reached one hand back behind his neck and tugged off his work shirt. My goodness. Zook's body was so beautiful. All rugged cut lines, darkness and light, the flat plains of his pecs leading to the bumpy hills of his abs, and an ultra-masculine trail of hair from his belly button into his pants.
"Your pants too," I pleaded. If my hands were free, I wouldn't have to beg. I'd reach for his pants and rip them off.
"When I'm ready."
He gripped my ankle and lifted my leg up over the back of the couch. He placed my other foot on the floor, completely exposing my naked sex to him. "Stay like that. You look stunning." His voice reassured me as he picked up the plate of pie. He dipped the paintbrush in the rich yellow custard and smiled as he drew a stripe down my chest, from the dip in my neck to my navel. My nipples hardened at the cold, wet sensation down the center of my body. He looked at the trail of golden cream left behind and nodded, pleased with his work. He dipped his brush again and concentrated on my boobs like he was painting the Mona Lisa and each stroke had to be perfect. His brow furrowed as he worked from the swells to the tip, coating every inch of my breasts with Boston cream pie filling. The air tingled as the sweet cream dried on my skin.
I sucked in a quick breath as he scooted closer and his knee nudged between my legs. He tortured me as he formed precise peaks on my nipples. He moved down and painted chocolate ganache glaze around my sex. He chewed his lip as he swiped the brush from my opening up and over my clit. I threw my head back and it hit the arm of the couch. "God! God!"
He swiped the brush over my clit back and forth. A light touch, not enough to make me come, but enough to drive me crazy. "It's feels good, right? It looks fucking amazing. A masterpiece of sin."
"Please…" I wasn't even sure what I was begging for. I just needed him to move. I needed him inside me now. My knees shook with the need to wrap my legs around him.
Finally, he put the brush down. "Now I get to taste my creation." He licked from my belly button up between my breasts, up to my collar bone. His tongue swiped over his lips. "Yum. My god, woman, you're delicious."
"Please, more." My breasts jiggled as I struggled to get my hands free and the creamy peaks fell to the sides.
"Stop moving. You're ruining it."
"Argh!"
His mouth fell on one nipple, and I cried out as he sucked hard. He moaned around my nipple and the wetness, the vibration of his voice, it was all too much. I could almost come from that, even without him touching my clit. He licked the cream off my breasts by swirling his tongue in concentric circles outward from my nipple. He dove on the other nipple and sucked. This time he bit down, and a sharp pleasure mixed with pain shot to my core.
"Enough. Please. Take off your pants. I need you inside me. Please, Zook."
"Almost done. Just this last bit left." He ran his tongue down my belly and between my legs. His wet tongue licked all the chocolate around my opening. He groaned and pressed a flat palm to his dick through his jeans.
"I want to see your dick. Show it to me. Want to suck it. Taste it. Please."
"You're driving me insane, babe. Let me finish. This is the best part." His mouth finally landed on my clit. He sucked hard, lips and tongue devouring me like dessert. I cried out and lowered my legs. He quickly reacted and repositioned me open before him. He pushed two fingers inside me and the wetness gushed out onto his hand. "Soaking wet for me."
"Yes. So wet. Yes. Want you so bad."
His hot breath hit the skin of my navel. "You first. Remember. Always you first." He dove back onto my clit and kissed and licked. I squirmed under him. His hands held my hips down as he continued his torture. An orgasm I thought would crush me rose up from deep in my core and erupted out of me with a moan. An involuntary grunt escaped my throat as it pushed through me. As his tongue lapped at me, my body convulsed and shook.
My breasts heaved as I struggled to catch my breath.
Zook peered up at me with hooded eyes.
"Untie me now. Need to touch you." I rolled to my side and almost cried when his fingers worked the ropes loose. "Hurry."
As soon as my hands were free, they flew to his jeans. He'd already opened the fly so I pushed them down over his hips. He stood to throw them off with his briefs, and I fully saw him for the first time. His cock was just as gorgeous as the rest of him. I lowered my leg from the back of the couch.
I reached for him and he held me in his arms. Between kisses he asked, "Are you on birth control?"
"Yes."
"No condoms." His eyes were wild.
"Okay."
"I only want you. Nobody else. You're only with me, hear?"
"Yes."
"Atta girl."
Finally, he climbed on top of me and kissed me. The sugar exuded onto my tongue. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him close. He worked his tip into my very wet opening and nudged inside.
"So tight."
"More." I pushed harder with my feet at his back. His dick stretched my walls as he slid inside.
Deeper, deeper. We both grunted when his groin hit my clit and the tip of his dick nudged something inside me. "Damn, shit, fuck me. Fuck. So good. Wish I could last. Ain't gonna last."
"It's okay. It feels so good. Go ahead."
"You first," he said through clenched teeth.
"I already did. You're fine. Let go."
"Again." His hand reached down, and his thumb hit my clit as he started to move. He slid in and out and rubbed my clit in circles at the same time. The sticky mess between us grew warm from the heat of our bodies. His mouth fell on my breast again and when he bit down, it sent me sailing over the edge. His back stiffened and he groaned a long, tortured moan. W
e came together like that. Both of us gasping for breath, moaning, holding on tight.
A huge flash of lightning lit up the room followed by a loud rolling thunder, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging between us. Zook pumped into me a few more times, then started moving slower. He sucked my neck and kissed my earlobe. His short breaths caressed my ear.
We held each other and listened to the rain hit the roof as our heart rates returned to normal. He kissed my lips and my nose and turned my back to his front, snuggling his nose in my hair.
He didn't ask about my uncle anymore. We didn't talk at all. Everything had been said between us.
He was mine and I was his. Nothing else mattered.
Chapter 13
Four months later
Cecelia
After a marathon study session, a glance at the clock told me I'd worked past midnight.
The big empty living room at Zook's place felt so lonely without him. Zook said he'd be late, but I didn't think he'd run this late. So here I sat on the couch, all alone in a big mansion on the bluffs.
My gaze stopped on the black and white picture I'd given to him for Christmas. Someone caught a shot of him wearing my sweater. The magician's eyes appreciated Zook's abs. Zook's mouth was turned down in a self-deprecating grimace. His eyes were on me and they were twinkling. I was laughing. I don't know if I'd ever seen a picture of myself smiling. I never let go and took risks. Only with Zook.
My eyes felt heavy. If I just took a quick nap on the couch, maybe he'd be back before I woke up.
***
Zook's soft lips skimmed my cheek. My hands traced up the sinuous muscles of his back, my fingertips pressing into the taut muscle. Mmm. "You're back."
Through my blinking eyes, his outline came into view. He looked rough and scruffy.
"Yeah." My fingers trailed through the coarse strands of his hair. I liked it long like this. Easier to grab hold and tug. Which I did as I pulled his head down till his lips brushed mine. He chuckled and pulled back.
"Mmm. I was dreaming of you." My words came out sleepy and lazy.
"I know. I heard your sexy moans." His voice scratched like two granite rocks rubbing together.
"You were dancing and stripping out of a tuxedo."
I tugged his T-shirt up but it got stuck when he didn't raise his arms. "Don't tease me, Zook. Take off your shirt."
"Alright." He chuckled as he removed his tee. My fingers caressed down the smooth skin of his back and hit spikes on his belt. "You're wearing a different belt?"
"Not for long if this goes the way I'm hoping." Why did it sound like he was laughing at a joke I didn't hear?
His ass cheeks felt pert and round under the waistband of his jeans. "Commando?"
He pressed his erection into my thigh and trailed the tip of his nose down my throat. "Less clothes to take off."
God, the more he didn't kiss me, the more he drove me insane for him. I arched my back, trying to pull him closer.
"Damn, you're hot," he said, his voice strained.
"My hot pocket missed you."
"Did it now?" The steamy breath of his laugh tickled my neck, turbocharging my need for him. I kissed him hard and rough, biting his lower lip for taunting me. He groaned and finally, finally pressed his lips to mine. When our tongues met, he tasted different. Like cigarettes and beer, not his familiar toothpaste and Zook taste.
"Why do you— "
"Fucker!" Zook's voice echoed from the doorway. Zook's body flew off mine, and the room erupted into loud grunts and rustling. What the heck?
My heart raced as I fumbled for the light. Oh my goodness. It looked like two… two Zooks? Or two men who looked like Zook wrestling on the floor. One was wearing a black Bravo Construction tee and a cowboy hat, the other was shirtless, and oh my lord, blanketed in tattoos. But I swear, there were two Zooks fighting on the living room floor.
I scrambled to the far side of the couch to grab my phone.
"Don't call the cops!" Zook in the black tee stood up, holding his hand out to stop me. His hat had tumbled off and rolled toward the couch. Looking in his eyes, I knew. That was definitely my Zook.
"Why not?"
"'Cuz he's my brother."
His brother? What was his name again?
My body refused to move at first. What should I do?
His brother stood too and threw a vicious punch that crunched as it landed on Zook's jaw. Oh no. Instinctively, I ran to them and wedged my body between them.
Zook froze with his fist pulled back, his shocked eyes staring at me. "Get out of the way, CeCe."
"B-But…" Their resemblance stunned me speechless. His brother looked exactly like him but had longer, shaggier hair. His body was almost the same except for the tattoos. His brother's jeans hung lower on his hips and he seemed a bit thinner, but his shoulders were broad like Zook's.
Holy wowzers. The brother kissed me? And I didn't know it wasn't Zook? Both men had mad kissing skills. Now I was not the sort to entertain the idea of two men at once, but if it was two Zooks? Oh yeah, I'd be all over that. It was almost not like cheating. Almost. But not quite.
Zook pointed at his brother and gritted his teeth. "Don't touch my girl, Destry."
That's right. Destry. How could I forget such a unique name?
"Hey, man. She was begging. I had to assist." Destry's casual tone reminded me of the way Zook joked to get out of trouble.
"Like Lyric begged for you?" He spoke deliberately and pointedly, narrowing his gaze on Destry. Zook had never spoken to me like that. In all the fights we've had, he was never as spiteful to me as he was being to Destry right now.
Destry's brow furrowed and his body shook. He let out a feral growl and they charged at each other, but I put my hands up.
"Stop, you guys. Stop!" When my palm hit his brother's chest, the heat and steel of his muscles seared through me. All three of us stilled, our gazes traveling to my hand on Destry's chest. There, next to my pinky, on the solid plain above his brother's heart, was the same tattoo Zook had on his bicep. A bigger and sharper treble clef that looked like a curved dagger and five wavy lines of a music staff. Zook's music staff was blank and smooth. No notes. But Destry's tattoo had barbed-wire lines and letters stylized to look like notes scrolled over the staff. Together the letters formed the word "Lyric."
Who was Lyric? Whoever she was, Zook saying her name made Destry cringe and explode like Zook had rammed a hot poker in his eye. Zook wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me up against his side.
"I did that for you," Destry said, referring back to the topic of Lyric. Oh my god. I was lost. What did Destry do to Lyric for Zook?
"Yeah, thanks for the favor, brother. It cost me two years behind bars." I'd never heard such bitterness from Zook before. He always accepted the time he served as his penance.
"You asked me to do it." Destry's growl sent a chill down my spine.
"That was before the FBI got involved." I felt Zook's arm get tight around me. He let go and stepped away from me like he was protecting me from his anger.
"Even after you got arrested, you still stuck to your stupid idea."
Zook smacked one fist into his palm and glared at Destry. "Yeah, well, that's me. The stupid brother, right?" He looked at the ground then raised one eye to level it on his brother.
"Shut the fuck up. Drop it already." Destry's shoulders got high and his voice raised.
Holy cow. They were going to fight again.
Zook shook his head. "No, I'm gonna bring it up and hold it over your head forever. Till you can't sleep at night."
"Fuck you." Destry gave Zook the middle finger with his curse.
Zook lunged forward and threw a punch, which Destry blocked, countering with a hit to Zook's chest.
"Stop! No more. Talk this out." I pressed a hand against each guy's shoulder, and they reluctantly let me pull them apart.
They glared at each other and huffed out harsh breaths. Destry's gaze shifted to my boobs in m
y tank top. I was breathing heavy too.
"Get your eyes off her tits, man." Zook's voice dropped deep and lethal.
"She's got beautiful tits, bro." Destry smirked at Zook and nodded toward me.
"I'll chop off your dick and stick it in a pickling jar. I'll throw your ass and the jar out the turret window. Did you know this place has a turret?" Zook cast a pointed finger at the ceiling in the direction of the spiral staircase. "Four flights up. I'll drop kick your pickled dick and your sorry ass out the fourth-story window. You'll both crash on the jagged rocks below. If you survive, you'll spend the rest of your life swimming around like a eunuch merman searching for your lost dick. Only to find out some octopus opened the jar and is wearing your dick as a necklace."
Destry stared silently at Zook for a moment then burst out laughing. "Really, Z? A pickled dick?"
I laughed too. I shouldn't because Zook seemed truly upset, but the image of the octopus wearing a pickled dick cracked me up.
Finally, Zook broke his stiff stance and chuckled too. "Seriously, Destry. This right here." He took my hand in his and held our joined hands over his heart. "This woman is all that I am and all that I have. Solely mine. Never cross the line."
My heart swelled for Zook. He'd told me and showed me he loved me with his gentle love, his fierce dedication, and all the little things he did. But this. This was huge. He'd placed our hands over his heart between him and his own twin brother. I'd never want to come between them, but I loved that Zook was making it clear to Destry what I meant to him. I nabbed my sweater from the chair. "Let's talk in the kitchen. I need coffee. And no more fighting like children."
"Fine." Destry grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped on an old tattered tee that said "Snoop Doggystyle" and had a woman's naked rear end sticking out of a dog house. He looked around the place, his hair messed up and his face red from the scuffle. "Where's the kitchen?"
Good lord, both wearing black tees, you could hardly see any difference between them. I can't believe I didn't know Destry was his identical twin. This created a whole new layer of Zook for me to discover and love.
