Chapter 10

Zeke

I wasn’t supposed to kiss her. I wasn’t supposed to touch her. Then I freaked and left her in a damn elevator, all because I was losing control.

She makes me lose my mind, but I’ll be damned before I stop doing any of it. I couldn’t if my life depended on it.

“Please don’t stop,” she moans, and my fingers squeeze into the finest ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of squeezing. This girl is ruining me already, and I’ve only tasted her mouth.

I bring a hand up and wrap her ponytail around my wrist, forcing her head back and giving myself access to her neck.

I kiss, lick, and nibble my way from her jaw to her collarbone as my left thigh pushes between her legs. She squeezes her thighs against me for friction.

“Baby girl, you taste so good.” I reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. I cup her breasts and push them together, licking my lips in appreciation.

I snap the clasp of her bra for a better look. Her nipples, raised on the perfect mounds, beg to be sucked. I kiss her neck once more and squeeze her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

I start on her right nipple—sucking it, flicking my tongue across it, and biting it lightly.

Her hips rock against my thigh, and I smile as I move to work the same magic on her left nipple. My hands enjoy the exploration of her curves as I reach around to her ass. I slap a cheek as my mouth connects with hers.

She’s a drug, one I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give up.

Bending slightly, I brace a hand behind each of her thighs and pick her up off the floor.

She gasps just before wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck.

I turn and press her against the wall as she makes short work of removing my shirt. I pull the elastic out of her hair and let it fall freely.

“You’re so beautiful.”

She smiles, massaging my scalp. It feels so fucking good. I can smell her arousal, my own arousal straining for release.

I carry her to the bedroom and drop her on the bed. Before she has a chance to move, I’m on her. I kiss her exposed skin, then circle each nipple with my tongue as I make my way down to her shorts.

With one hand on each side of the waistband, I slide her shorts off, taking her panties and sneakers with them.

My mind prays she doesn’t. Instead, she reaches down and cups my hardened dick through my jeans. ~Halle-fucking-lujah.~ I trace a line down her stomach with my tongue, eager to keep going south.

Her hips rock toward me, and her back arches off the comforter.

“Please, Zeke!”

~Oh, your wish is my command.~

My breath blows across her moist core. She’s ready for me, quivering with a need for release. She’s already soaked. I part the lips, giving me access so I can suck her clit.

When she moans, I feel it run right through me. The way she squirms as my tongue strokes over her clit, I could shoot my load from doing only this.

I reach down to free my steel rod as I suck and bite on her clit.

~I’m so hard, I might pass out~.

Sticking my tongue into her pussy makes me moan. Her taste drives me crazy. I rub my dick and balls so tight they feel as if they’re going to be sucked right inside me.

I move over her and rub my dick between her legs. I let the wetness from her pussy and my pre-cum mix.

One final rub and I thrust into her.

~Oh fuck, she’s so tight.~

My hands grip her hips as I thrust as gently as I can manage, allowing her to adjust to my length. I capture her mouth with mine, as I push myself slowly…

I’m not some teenage kid having his first sexual experience, though it almost feels like it.

“I’m not made of glass,” she moans into my mouth.

I thrust harder…deeper…faster, my balls slapping against her ass. With each powerful stroke, I make sure she understands I am there.

Her walls are like a vice around my shaft, and I can’t hold on much longer.

I reach down to rub her clit and suck her each nipple. She moans louder, and her nails slice along my back. Then she screams out in pleasure.

Finally able to find my own release, I push myself in deep and spill every last drop inside of her.

“Oh, my God, Zeke.”

I kiss my way across her body, licking spots of flesh, then tenderly kiss her mouth before easing myself out and falling beside her. I pul her body against my own. “That was…incredible,” I say.

***

I have my jeans off completely, and Paisley rests her head on my shoulder. Her right arm is spread over my chest, and our legs tangled together.

I can’t help but stare at this beauty. She is amazing. I’m surprised we’re even here at this moment, after the way we were in the bar.

Her long eyelashes are fanned over her cheeks. How did we go from that to this?

“Baby girl,” I whisper.

“Yeah?”

“You fancy going out tomorrow?”

“Like on a date?”

~Date?~ I don’t do dates, but I’d make an exception for her.

“Yeah, baby, like on a date.” I wait for what seems like an eternity for an answer, and I feel my nerves wreck.

“Mmm, okay,” she finally responds.

I can’t hide the smile. I kiss her on the head and grab the blanket from the side, covering us both.

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

~You rocked my world.~

“Zeke…”

“Yeah?”

“You rocked my world too.”

When morning comes, I expect it to be awkward between us, but I’m proved wrong. We make breakfast together and laugh about the different shit we find funny.

She gives me one of the best blowjobs I ever had. I follow it up by giving her multiple screaming orgasms in the shower.

I tell her about the band, and what it was like being a part of one of the country’s biggest-selling musical groups in history.

She tells me how she met London, and that was pretty much it. She didn’t want to tell me about her family, and that was okay with me. As far as I’m concerned, we have plenty of time for all that.

“So, what’re we doing today then?” She bites into a slice of toast.

“Well, my lady…I’m going to show you the world…so to speak.” I throw in an eyebrow wiggle, trying to be my charming best.

“I need to get changed first. These clothes stink of stale beer.” She laughs, and I nod. She has time.

“Let me grab a jacket, and I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to do that. It really isn’t far,” she says.

I’m a little hurt. She doesn’t want me to take her home? I look at her. Everything about her makes me want to act like a gentleman and change my ways. If she lives ten states away, I want to take her there.

“I want to take you home.”

She chuckles. “Well, you won’t need a jacket to take me.”