"I don't know," he admits. "But whatever it is, I don't want it to stop. I want you, Clove. I want to be with you. When you showed up downstairs with that … that … " His face twists into an ugly expression, a scowl. "That fucking disrespectful asshole who followed you home. I wanted to tear his throat out for touching you. For trying to use you."
I lean down to feather a kiss along his jaw, but he turns his head and catches my lips with his, kisses me hard and deep. "Nobody else touches me," I promise as I draw back, just far enough to meet his eyes. "Nobody but you."
He smiles, a soul-deep smile that catches my eyes, sets me on fire. "Because you're mine, Clove. And I'm yours."
"Mine to do with as I wish," I point out, spreading my fingers wide and wrapping my hand around his cock in earnest this time, clutching him tight enough to feel his velvet-smooth skin under my fingertips, and the hard steel of his shaft beneath.
"And what do you wish to do to me, Clove?" Zayne's eyebrows rise, those blue eyes of his fixed on mine, all heat underneath and ice on top, like he could burn and chill me all at once. He does, in fact, quite frequently.
I tighten my grip on his cock and begin to slide my hand up and down his shaft, my own smile widening. "I want to make you come so hard you forget your own name," I murmur.
He smirks and tilts his body, curving his hips up toward my hand to give me easier access to him. "If anybody can make me lose control, Clove, it's you."
I don't need more invitation than that. It's already hard enough to resist the sight of his thick, swollen cock, and the scent of sweat and sex that hangs heavy in the room. His scent drives me mad-I never much thought about hormones before, but now I realize how real they are, how crazy the scent of his makes me. I lean down to kiss around the base of his cock, letting his shaft brush against my cheek, my forehead, my hair, as I circle him. His cock jumps again, the muscles tensed, out of his control now. Just the way I like.
I duck my head between his thighs to lick his balls, one at a time. He tastes amazing, hot and heady with a touch of salt, and an underlying flavor that's all him, more addictive than anything I've ever tasted before. I suck one of his balls between my lips, close my lips around him and roll it along my tongue. He moans faintly, just a soft sound, one he's clearly trying to suppress. He won't be able to for long, if I have anything to say about it.
"Fuck, Clove," he murmurs as I release that ball and lap at the other one, flick my tongue across him, then dig it against the sensitive spot right between his balls and his cock. His cock jumps again, and I catch it in a tight fist, start to stroke him again while I continue licking around his base. I close my lips around the side of his shaft, suck hard enough to leave a little mark, hard enough to make his hips jerk once more, and then I move on, rolling my tongue around him as I inch up his length.
When I reach his tip, I gently purse my lips against him, my mouth already wet from licking him so much. Slowly, I increase pressure, parting my lips around the head of his cock to gently press him into my mouth. I keep my lips tight around him, press my tongue up against the underside of his cock, tracing the thick veins there, so he feels every inch of my mouth as I take him inside.
"Your … fucking … mouth," he whispers between hard breaths. I grin and keep taking him in deeper, sliding his cock along the length of my tongue.
"You're fucking magic," he murmurs, head falling back on the pillow.
I take him deeper, deeper, until the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat.
"Clove," he moans, and I wrap my one fist around the base of his shaft, keeping the pressure there as I sit up slowly, drawing him back out of my mouth once more.
When he's fully out, I lick the tip of his cock and savor the droplets of precum I can taste already. I lean back to eye his swollen length, glistening with my spit, hard as ever, his veins standing out, the whole cock pulsing with blood, his desire evident, impossible to deny.
"Don't … " He stops himself, grits his teeth.
I grin at him. "Don't what?" I lift one eyebrow. Lean back down to lick his tip again, and enjoy the way his cock jumps once more. I circle my tongue around his head, and wrap my fist around his base again, stroking him slowly. "Don't stop?"
"Don't … " He locks eyes with me and sucks in another deep breath. This is it, I think. I've finally made him beg the way he always makes me. "Don't make me punish you worse later," he replies, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
I have to laugh, though I lean down to lick along one side of his cock again as I do. "I thought you enjoyed punishing me," I point out, then lick the top of his cock, my mouth open so he can watch me do it. He drinks in the sight, his gaze as hungry as ever. He might be tied up just now, but my lover still looks dangerous, ready to pounce on me at any moment if his lust reaches frenzy pitch.
Part of me hopes it will. My belly clenches, a curl of anticipation hidden deep inside.
"Oh, I do," he murmurs, and my pussy tightens too, those words sending a pulse of desire through my whole body.
"Good," I reply. Then I lick along him again and flatten my hand across his stomach to pin him against the bed. I keep up that slow, maddening pace until he seems like he's about to burst, his muscles strained and his breath coming fast, even though he struggles to disguise it.
Finally, I take him into my mouth and begin to work on him, sliding him in and out of my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat like he taught me. As I expected, he doesn't let me stay in control for too long. I get him worked up to a point but then he loses his ability to remain cool. He tugs his arms free from my meager restraints and grips my head, hands buried in my hair, eyes shut with pleasure as he thrusts up into my mouth. I relax my jaw, catch breaths between his thrusts, and let him fuck me from below, his hips rising up with every thrust, his cock spearing deep into my throat.
I love this best of all-the way he abandons all sense of control, becomes wild, animalistic with lust. He wants me, and nothing will stand in his way. I watch him, enjoying the almost pained expression of desire on his face, the way his eyes screw shut and his mouth falls open in ecstasy.
As he nears his peak, his eyes open and find mine. He watches me, a dark, hungry glint in his eye as he thrusts into my mouth again, again, hands clenched tight in my hair, his teeth gritted. And then, all at once, his expression shifts, his mouth parting farther as he comes hard, deep in my throat. I swallow his cum, savoring the taste, the flavor of him magnified, stronger than anything else. When he sinks back against the bed, I keep licking his shaft, his tip, cleaning every drop from him, until finally he shudders, grips my shoulders and tugs me up toward him.
I fall at his side, and he wraps his arms around my body, pulling me against his warm, naked skin. He kisses me once more, deeply, and his tongue slips between my lips, probing my mouth, tasting himself on me.
"Fuck, Clove," he murmurs again when we break apart. "You are impossibly perfect."
I smile and nuzzle into his side, arms tight around his waist. "Me? You're the one who was hiding right beneath my nose this whole time. In a doorman's uniform, no less."
He laughs, and I can hear the echo of it in his chest as I lie against him, the feel of his breathing against my cheek, the hum of his voice when he speaks tickling my cheek. "I wasn't hiding. I was right there in plain sight. You were just blinded by the sexy hat."
I snort and flick his stomach. "Sure, that was it. That damned hat stood in our way."
"And to think, all it took to get you to look beneath was punching out an asshole."
I laugh and elbow him again. He just laughs harder.
"Well," he amends. "Punching out a guy, and then sending you a particularly witty sext later."
My cheeks flare red-hot again. I lean up to make eye contact and glare down at him, pretending to be offended. "How dare you insinuate that I would ever take part in something so crude as sending dirty texts, sir. I am an innocent, nice girl. I would never do such a thing."
His eyes spark. "Not from what I've seen." He grips my hips and flips me around, all in one smooth motion so I'm underneath him smirking up at him. Then he leans in to nibble along my neck, teeth grazing my skin just hard enough to make me gasp, goosebumps rising along my whole body. "You are one … very … " He bites me a little harder to make a point, "naughty … " He leans up to nip at my earlobe, sucking it between his lips, "girl," he finishes whispering in my ear.