He says nothing, and my eyes sting. Then something large and thick slides over my seam. His cock sends delicious tremors through me as it strokes me on the outside. I want him inside me.
Then he pushes into me, breaching me. “Hold on tight,” he whispers, and I bend my head, pressing my hands into the wall, as he plunges into me all the way. His thick length fills me up completely.
I cry out.
Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure.
I’m going mad, my body shaking as I try to separate the sensations, but they keep mixing, confusing me.
“Hold still,” he says and thrusts inside me, again and again, erasing the pain, turning it into mind-numbing pleasure.
“I’ll fall,” I choke out, my muscles locking and quivering, my arms shaking.
“You won’t.” His arm around my waist tightens. “I’ve got you.”
Small explosions start in my core, ripples spreading, rolling over me, rising into waves, cresting and crashing.
“Zane!” I come hard, the pleasure burning a fiery path up my spine.
“That’s it,” he whispers, thrusting inside me, prolonging my orgasm. “Fly and let me catch you.”
It does feel like flying. It’s as if my body is a cloud of shiny particles, hanging in dark space, the only sound my heartbeat and my ragged breathing. My head swims.
His thrusts slow down. His arm around my waist tightens.
“Zane?” He’s still fully hard. He still hasn’t come, and I expect him to start moving again. Find his pleasure.
But he stills completely, the only movement the throbbing and twitching of his thick cock inside me.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
“What is it?” I want to turn, but he’s holding me so tightly pressed to his chest that I’m effectively immobilized. The haze is lifting off my mind, and several scenarios flash through my head. He realized he forgot to put on the condom. He’s caught in a flashback and doesn’t know who I am. He pulled a muscle in his back and can’t move. He got a cramp.
Shut up, mind.
Slowly Zane starts to pull out of me, and I moan at the friction inside, where I’m still super sensitive.
Pain and pleasure. That could be the definition of what I have with Zane.
When he’s finally out, he releases me, and I slump against the wall. I turn to face him, at long last, and find him standing there, hands fisted at his sides, his hard-on still sheathed in a condom.
He glances down at it, then up at me, and his eyes are wide. “I… I need…” He makes a choking sound at the back of his throat, and worry turns my insides into ice.
“What, Zane?”
“Dammit. I need to see you, too.” He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue. “See your face.”
He stalks closer to me, cups my cheeks, his gaze dark with desire. Then he grabs my hips and starts walking me backward—toward his bedroom.
My eyes blur. I stumble, and he catches me, always catches me when I’m about to fall. He lifts me, holds me up. I should be scared by the way I feel—this raw emotion filling my chest from side to side—but my heart feels strangely light.
Chapter Thirteen
Zane
I walk her backward into my bedroom, trying not to think too hard about what I’m doing. I mean, fuck, I had her exactly where I wanted her, where I’ve been trying to get her from the start. My way. How I’ve always done it in the dimly lit backrooms of bars, in toilet stalls, with chicks whose names I never knew.
And I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t go through with it. Couldn’t finish it.