Chapter Eight
***Autumn***
Zekeclosedmybedroom door behind him and spun us around so my back was pressed into it as he kissed me. I heard the lock click as I felt his tongue stroke over my lips. Locking my arms around his neck, I gripped his head and kissed him back, still refusing to open my mouth for him. There was something playful and exciting about him that I wanted to explore. We’d teased each other all day with looks, and I wanted to keep going. I wanted to make him crack.
Growling, he grabbed my ass and hiked me up against the door, my legs around his waist. I gasped as I felt his hardness press into my core, and he stole a deeper kiss when I did.
Pushing him away, I glared at him. “Cheater.”
He grinned and gripped me tighter as he walked backward towards the bed. Only, he didn’t account for my pajamas being on the floor. His feet got tangled, and we both went down. Groaning under me, he chuckled. “Smooth.”
I braced myself on either side of his head and smiled. “I think you broke my knees.”
“You’re awfully happy about it.”
“I think my mind is broken, too. The idea of an orgasm has implanted itself and won’t budge from my brain.” I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him. “This is a super bad idea, though.”
“Oh, yeah?” Trailing his hands up my thighs, he bunched my coverup against my waist. “I think this is a great idea. I think you taking this off is an even better idea.”
I sat up and yanked the material over my head, leaving me in my bikini that still smelled like the ocean. “You know it’s a bad idea.”
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t care. Seeing you in this get-up all day long has been torture. I think I want to burn it. Or frame it. I don’t know.” He grabbed my waist and easily rolled us so that he was on top of me. “I want to fuck you, Autumn. Tell me you want that, too.”
“Did anything up till now tell you otherwise?”
“Say it. I want to hear it.” He leaned down and nuzzled his nose up my neck to my ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
I shivered and tugged at his hair. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
He grunted. “Soon.”
I growled up at him. “You’re a tease.”
“I’m a tease? You pranced around in a bikini in front of me all day. I thought I was going to die.” He leaned back enough to look over my body. Groaning, he dragged his finger down the center of my chest, catching the hem of my top and tugging it lower. “I need to see you.”
“You’re seeing me now.”
He grinned and yanked it hard enough to break one side of the thin string holding it together. “I’ll get that fixed for you.”
I leaned up and nipped his chin. “You ass!”
His bright blue eyes darkened as he looked down at my body, taking in my breasts. Letting out a moan, he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth, nipping me back.
I arched into him and hissed out a surprised bark of pleasure-pain. “Zeke!”
Lifting his mouth, he looked up at me through his lashes and smirked. “Quiet, Autumn.”
My stomach clenched as he kissed lower and moved down my body. His hands never left my breasts, his fingers working my nipples until I felt dizzy with desire. I lifted my hips for him when he grabbed my bikini bottoms and watched his face as he dragged them down my thighs.
Zeke licked his lips and shoved a hand through his hair as he yanked my bottoms the rest of the way off and then stared down at me. Lightly dragging a knuckle over my lower lips, he growled. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I blushed at the vulgar compliment. Trying to squeeze my thighs together, I found myself surprised as he gently slapped my thighs and then rolled onto his back. He grabbed me and brought me with him, dragging me on top of his chest. “What are you—”
“Sit on my face. I want to devour your sweet little pussy, and I want it now.” He jerked my hips forward and growled when I fought to keep from sinking onto him. “Autumn, sit on my face. Now.”
With his hands dragging my thighs wider apart, I sank lower until I could feel his mouth and nose against my sex. Something about it felt so dirty, but it turned me on more than anything I could remember. I held still as Zeke opened his mouth and forced his tongue into me. The wet heat of his mouth was heaven. I cried out almost instantly.
Zeke groaned into me, and I lost any and all inhibitions I’d ever had. His tongue stroked, and his arms pulled me even lower. I rolled my hips, the friction of his face against all of me so much that I moaned even louder. He responded by slapping my ass and mumbling something that sounded like “quiet.” With his hand on my ass still, he squeezed my cheek and pulled it apart, exposing even more of my core to his mouth.
I lost my balance when his nose rubbed harder against my clit and barely caught myself on the floor before my face smashed against it. Zeke growled and pulled me around like I was a doll and resettled me on his face with my hands braced against his stomach. Satisfied, he let out a happy grunt and started licking me again. In that position, his chin rubbed my clit and his nose rubbed my anus in a way that I’d never felt before. I sank my teeth into my arm to keep from screaming. Grinding my core into his face, I rode my pleasure higher and higher.
I saw Zeke’s tented shorts, and hunger struck me. I fumbled through getting his shorts opened and then pulled his cock free. Momentarily struck by the size of him, I gasped when he shifted and flicked his tongue over my back entrance. “Zeke!”
His cock jumped in my hand, a bead of precum leaked out of the tip, and I filled my mouth with him to keep from screaming. Feeding him farther into my mouth, I groaned around him. He tasted like saltwater and sun. I stretched my jaw open wider to get more of him, needing to please him the way he was pleasing me. His answering groans just sent me soaring higher, though.
I sucked hard on him and moaned as my orgasm banged closer. Then, Zeke moved his face and took my clit into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth before sucking hard. I saw stars as I came, my scream muffled around his cock. My body pulsed and tingled, pleasure stroking and fanning my body.
Before I could come down, or even adjust to what was happening, Zeke climbed out from under my body, stretched himself over me, and cupped my throat so he could move my head to the side and kiss me. Then, he pushed his heavy cock into my still pulsing core. My breasts smashed into the ground, my thighs spread wide, I lost myself to the sensations as Zeke filled me to that familiar line of pleasure and pain. He was just slightly too big, but my body stretched to accommodate him, and then he was completely in me, his body resting fully over mine.
Pulling back from our kiss, he looked at me, his hand still on my throat. “Fucking hell, Autumn. You feel too good.”
Crushed into the floor, I was soaring from my orgasm, soaring from the feel of him inside me. It shouldn’t have felt so perfect.
Bracing himself with his free hand, he slowly pulled out of my clenching body and then thrust back in. I gasped and grabbed handfuls of the expensive carpeting. Zeke buried his face into my shoulder and raked his teeth over my sensitive skin while he pulled out and thrust home again.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t adjust to feel more of him or less of him. Trapped under him, I was at his mercy, and something about that made it all that much hotter. I was Zeke’s in that moment, his to do what he wanted with. His hand around my throat, his body on mine, his big cock impaling me as he thrust faster and harder, I belonged to him.
Zeke fucked me harder, sinking his teeth into my shoulder and marking me everywhere. His growled words were intense as he took me. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine, Autumn.”
It should’ve been too much, but maybe I had kinks that I didn’t even know about, because I was flying into another orgasm with every possessive word he muttered. I opened my mouth as pleasure slammed into me and Zeke’s hand was there, covering my mouth to keep me quiet as the biggest orgasm I’d ever had tossed through me like I was an unmoored boat in a hurricane.
Growling into my ear, Zeke thrust harder, slamming into me, forcing his cock through my clenching walls. With a loud shout, though, he froze deep inside of me and came in me hard. I felt his seed scorch my walls and fill me as he did, his pleasure dragging my own out. He came and came until I felt him leak out of me and run down over my clit. I shivered at the feeling and went limp under him, exhausted after my orgasm.
Zeke finally seemed to realize he was crushing me and rolled over, taking me with him. He shifted me around until I was on top of him, chest to chest. He held me in his arms as I shivered and moaned. My heart raced, but I could feel his going just as fast in his chest. There was something peaceful in the silence after our sex that scared me. It was almost familiar, and I couldn’t have that. It was just sex, and that was all it would ever be.
Sitting up, I freed myself from his grip and sat with my back pressed against the bed and my knees in my chest, hiding myself from him. “You have to go.”
Zeke groaned and lifted his head to look at me. “You’re kidding, right? I don’t think I can even walk.”
I shook my head. “Not kidding. Grace could come in. You have to be gone.”
“I’m not finished with you yet.” With a lazy smile that was too charming and sexy for my good, he shrugged. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be finished with you. That was too good.”
I smacked his foot and glared. “Time for you to go, Zeke. Crawl if you have to.”
He growled and sat up. “I think I’m offended.”
“Be offended in your room.” I nodded to the door. “Go.”
Groaning, he pulled himself to his feet and tucked his still-hard shaft back into his shorts. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m only leaving because I’m a gentleman. I’ll be back, though.”
“Don’t bet on it.”
Gently ruffling my hair, he backed away. “You’re sexy when you’re fighting your attraction to me.”
I tossed my broken bikini top at him. “Out!”
“See you in the morning, Autumn.” And then he was gone, leaving me sitting on my floor with his seed leaking out of me, still shaking from a wild orgasm.
I ran my hands through my hair and stared at the door, wondering what the consequences would be for that wild orgasm. I knew I shouldn’t have done it. It was truly a bad decision I’d made. With my body utterly relaxed and a delicious soreness already forming between my thighs, I couldn’t find it in me to be too upset, though. Not yet, anyway.
There’d be time for that later. After all, I wasn’t even a week into the summer.