CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
*Lace*
Translating his silent prayers as a resounding yes, I pull him out with one hand while attempting to tug his pants down more with the other, all the while smiling like a giddy school girl. The belt was tight, but his pants thankfully are not, so with his slight lift off the stool, I am able to tug them down his legs, and they fall to his ankles while his boxers stay around his knees.
My fingers and thumb wrap around his tip, and I stroke him to the base, drawing his length nice and taut. I was right, the shy ones always seem to pack the most. Zane is long.
Moving on autopilot, I am quick to press my tongue flat near my ringed grip and lick upward before taking all of him. His hands sling to my shoulders and fingers dig into my flesh. His generous length makes my eyes water. Dampness clings to my lashes as I slowly lift and return my gaze upward. I loop my tongue around him and flutter my lashes, wordlessly asking for permission to do it again. His grip on my shoulders loosens, and he moves his hips a bit in order to adjust in the seat.
I take all of him again but this time add in a slow twist of my head and tasting loop of my tongue. In the next second, his hands are on either side of my head, preventing me from moving.
Smiling around his cock, I will myself not to chuckle. When his hands loosen slightly, I try to casually descend again, but his hands clasp me harder. This time, the intervention is paired with a choked grunt. Zane guides my face off his cock, and I am quick to lick up the small spurt of cum that he fought so hard against releasing. He continues to guide me higher until I am standing and we are nose to nose once more.
From here, I take the opportunity to wiggle out of my underwear and casually nudge them to the side with my toes.
Breathing hard, Zane slams our mouths together, tongue swiping and looping across mine. It all happens so fast that the cum on my tongue mixes with our kiss. He freezes, and his eyes pop open wide. I keep my gaze locked on his and encourage him by moving my tongue against his, silently letting him know that tasting himself through our kiss is nothing too taboo. As soon as he partakes, his throat emitting a quiet growl, damn my pussy throbs.
Unable to help myself, I suck the length of his tongue while rising onto the foot ring of the stool. His hands drop from my head to my hips to drag my shirt up again as I lift one leg, hook it over his, then do the same to the other to straddle him, pressing his length down between us.
Our foreheads come together, breaths mingling, as we both question all our life choices and whether or not we will make good parents. Kidding. But for real, my ovaries ache for this man.
Having much less patience than him, I squeeze my thighs for leverage and lift so that his cock springs upward and lines up with my entrance.
His fingers dig fast and hard into my hips, and he holds me, hovering over him. For the first time since this started, he squeaks out, “Um, p-protection. W-we need that, right?”
My mind reels. Yes, of course. More for his protection than mine. I tend to fuck Hell for Leather men without it, so the thought failed to cross my mind. I use protection while they are away and always get fully tested before they arrive. As per protocol. They always do the same. Well, the testing part, maybe not the protection part. They all like it raw.
“Oh, right. I have an IUD, so unfortunately, no getting me pregnant tonight.” Playfully pouting, I try to add some humor into the mix.
I ease my hips back and sit on his thighs, letting his throbbing and dripping length erect parallel to my belly. “My most recent tests came back clean. I have only fucked Bae, Vee, Coyote, and Chaz since then.”
His eyes widen, my nonchalant “only” probably his only?! Welcome to the club. “Your club brothers refuse to use condoms with me. Coyote and Chaz emptied inside me, I took Vee in the ass, and Bae finished in my mouth.” I shrug.
Surprisingly, his wide eyes get heavy as he processes everything and appears to envision his brothers taking me in all those different manners.
What comes out of his mouth next, though, surprises me in the best way. “I want to finish inside you. I w—” Zane cuts himself off, shying away from sharing what else he wants.
While very, very slowly lifting my hips again, so fucking eager to have him raw and inside me, I try to ease his hesitations. “It is incredibly unlikely there is anything you could say you want that would be outside of my comfort zone.” I settle on top of him just enough that his tip presses against my entrance. His fingers dig harder into my hips, and he shows off his strength, making it impossible for me to ease him in deeper until he is ready.
I lock eyes with him and give him a soft smile. “I want you, Zane. Not just because you are part of the club that owns me right now. You make me feel good. Happy. You give me butterflies, when none of your brothers have been able to.”
Well, except for one, but he has no place joining in on this moment.
With every word out of my mouth, the grip Zane has on my hips loosens, and I slowly slide onto his hard length until he is completely sheathed and my ass is flush against his warm thighs.
To help support us, he props his heels on the foot ring. After a short pause between us, I lean forward to bring our mouths together while lifting slightly at the same time. Once our tongues are dancing and he relaxes into the kiss, I ease back down onto him nice and slow.
A sharp inhale hisses through his nose, but then his fingers unclench from my hips, and he pushes his palms under my loose shirt to my waist then higher to cup each bare breast.
That unravels what little patience I conjured. My own breathing increases, mouth detaches, head falls back, and my hands slam down on his forearms for a handhold so I can increase the pace of my bounces.
“Jesus,” he grinds out, hands fumbling to get ahold of my body so he can stop me again.
A weak chuckle moan comes out of me, and I drop my head forward against his shoulder. “You feel so good,” I hush out.
“Shhh. Stop talking,” he groans. I circle my hips against his hold. “Holy shit.”
I lift my head and look straight at him. “Fuck me, Zane. I can finish with you. Just tell me when.”