21
EDEN
I HAD NO IDEA how much I would enjoy giving up control until Zander. And when he pulled my arms above my head and pinned them to the bed, I bit my lip to keep the moans at bay.
Holding my wrists with his left hand, he worked his right hand between us, reaching down and sliding his finger into the side of my panties once again. His thick finger slid over my clit, and I trembled and sighed.
“When I take your panties off, I’m keeping them. They’re mine now. Just like your sweet little pussy.”
He leaned down, running his hot tongue up the side of my jaw to my ear before sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
The sound of his breath bounced off my eardrum and echoed through my head.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?” he asked.
I didn’t.
All I knew was I was throbbing all over, and all I could think about was him putting me out of my sweet misery.
He pulled back and looked me in the eye.
“Once I’m inside you, your pussy’s mine. No one else’s.”
I nodded. “Whatever you want.”
I didn’t care what I had to say, as long as he didn’t stop.
He grinned, the expression the sweetest one I had seen from him yet.
“Whatever I want?” he asked.
Again, I nodded. “Anything.”
“Mmm,” he hummed. “I like the sound of that.”
With those words, he dropped his finger from my clit, lower, rimming my hole and making me cry out.
“Put your finger inside me, please. I need to feel it.”
“Being a bit demanding, aren’t we?”
My legs squirmed beneath him; my body’s tears overflowing and soaking the sheets beneath us.
“Is that all you want?” he asked, rimming my aching hole once again before pressing just the tip of his finger inside me. “Just my finger?”
I shook my head, my hair tangling in the blankets.
“No? You want more than just my finger?”
He was teasing me.
Dear God, why had I never experienced anything this delicious in all my life?
Why had I waited so long to feel the things I was feeling with Zander?
Then again, something told me no one else could make me feel the things he was making me feel. No one else could make my body ache for something I had never had before.
“Say it, angel. Tell me what you want.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but just as I did, he inched his finger in deeper and swirled it wide, touching the walls and nerves of my channel.
I bit my lip in an attempt to keep the noises rushing over my tongue inside my mouth, but I failed. A tiny moan squeaked past my lips, making Zander grin yet again. His eyes crinkled with this grin, making him look younger and freer.
“I didn’t hear you. What did you say you wanted?”
I had never talked dirty before.
I had never asked a man for the things I was thinking I wanted, and I knew Zander knew those things about me.
He was pushing me past my comfort zone—drawing me out of my shell one inch of his finger at a time.
“I want …” I started, losing my breath at the wonderful sensations of the things he was able to do with just a single finger. “Please make love to me.”
I wanted to scream for him to fuck me, but I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I had ever dropped the F-bomb. I didn’t have a filthy mouth.
I never had.
But the things Zander was doing to me was making me rethink my ladylike ways.
He chuckled, the sound deep and sexy as it rumbled across the side of my neck.
Leaning back yet again, he scoured my face with his eyes, taking in what I knew was an expression of absolute desperation.
“There’s a problem there.”
My heart dropped.
I wanted him.
If he left me hanging in the state I was in, I wasn’t sure I would be able to take it.
“There is?” I asked, not even attempting to mask my devastation.
He nodded, biting his bottom lip. “You see, I don’t make love. Never have. Never will. I fuck, Eden. I fuck hard and fast. I fuck dirty. Do you think you’re ready for that?”
I nodded. “Yes. God, I’m so ready.”
At those words, he pushed his finger in all the way, touching the deep ache within me and pulling a sound I had never made in my life from me.
I felt full, but it wasn’t enough.
I wanted more.
He moved his finger inside me, stretching me and drawing out my wetness.
Then he pulled his finger out of me, brought it to his lips, and sucked it into his mouth.
Closing his eyes, he moaned around his finger as if I was the best thing he had ever tasted.
He released my wrists and stood from the bed. Then he leaned over me and tugged my panties down over my thighs and knees before pulling them over my feet. Once they were free from my body, he balled them and sniffed them.
“Mine,” he growled before he stuffed them in his pocket. “Take your fucking shirt off. I want to see all of you.”
I obeyed, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. I was naked and waiting, lying in my bed utterly open to him, and I couldn’t find it in myself to feel insecure. Not with the way he was looking at my naked flesh as if I was the best thing he had ever seen.
“Open your legs,” he demanded. “Let me see how wet you are for me.”
I swallowed, my nerves surfacing before I pushed them back down and did as he said.
Cool air rush over my soaked center, making me tremble and my skin pebble.
Reaching up, he pulled his shirt over his head, and my eyes landed on his perfectly chiseled body. I followed the tattoo on his chest with my eyes as it moved and stretched when he pushed his pants down and kicked them off.
His penis was large—hard as a stone—pointing at me as if it was choosing me. Briefly, I worried that it might not fit, and as if reading my thoughts, he said, “Don’t worry, angel, it will only hurt a little before it feels fucking amazing.”
I believed him, and strangely, I trusted him.
He crawled over me, his massive body pressing mine into the mattress. And then he settled between my legs. The heat of his hard cock pushed into me before he thrust his hips up, running it along my wet seam and making me sigh.
Then I didn’t have to think because his mouth came over mine, and he kissed me like a starving man. His tongue dipped into my mouth, tasting me and running along my own tongue. I moaned into his mouth, enjoying his flavor and the feel of his lips on mine.
He deepened the kiss, his own husky moans filling my mouth and vibrating me from the back of my throat down to my core.
I kissed him back, running my nails down his back. His hot skin made my fingertips tingle, and the feel of his body pressing so tightly against mine was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.
Then he pushed into me in one swift thrust, and the good feelings dissolved.
I cried out, feeling as though he had somehow ripped me in half, but he didn’t move. Instead, he went still, keeping me full of him.
“It will pass,” he said, his lips skimming my jaw. “Just feel me, angel.”
I nodded, swallowing my nerves and the pain that was slowly beginning to dissolve.
Soon, he began to move inside me. A few simple thrusts in and out, shallow and as soft as he possibly could.
I held on, my nails digging into his back, and my legs beginning to shake.
After three more thrusts, the feeling changed. There was no longer any pain, but still, it didn’t feel as wonderful as his finger had.
His breathing was hard in my ear, his body firmly against mine. The more he probed me, the better it felt.
Finally, the pleasure started to seep in, and I found myself pulling him into me, enjoying the feel of his invasion.
“That’s it, Eden. Fuck, you feel amazing. So fucking tight. So perfect.”
My nails dug deeper into his skin, and my toes began to curl at the deep sensation he was digging out of me.
I didn’t have the right words or description for what Zander was doing to my body, but to put it simply, I was pretty sure I was about to have my very first orgasm.
It was embarrassing to think that at my age I had never experienced an orgasm, but I had never been in the position to get myself off. Most women knew their bodies well enough to please themselves, but I had never had the time to get to know my body that way.
The one time I had tried was in the shower after reading an article in Cosmo. But after a few seconds of stroking my clit and feeling my body flush with heat, Allen had banged on the door and told me to get the fuck out of the bathroom.
Now, I felt that same intense flush of heat and the pressure built, becoming too much to bear. I was so close, yet so far away it seemed.
“Zander,” I whined, sure that something beautiful was just out of reach, and only he could get me there.
“What’s wrong, angel?”
“Please. I can’t … I need …”
“This?” he asked as his fingers found my clit.
He pinched it lightly between his fingers at first and then more firmly. My back arched off the bed, and I literally growled with pleasure. The intense urge to bear down took over as my body seemed to take on a life of its own.
There was heat.
There was a slow rise to the top of everything.
And then I exploded, feeling my body release something so magical I lost my ability to breathe or speak.
My mouth gaped open, a tiny squeak escaping, and then I was shaking as my body clamped tightly around Zander’s.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
He sped up, his body slamming into mine and igniting that fire that was starting to go out, but just as my body began to climb again, he stilled, and his entire body began to shake.
I held on to him, taking him into me and enjoying the look of absolute abandon on his face.
I had done that to him.
I had pushed him over the edge just as he had pushed me, and it was the most erotic, most beautiful thing I had ever experienced.
He pulled out, his body leaving mine, and he looked down between us and grinned.
“You just fucking came all over me, angel.”
“Oh, my god,” I stuttered.
My body was still shaking.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” I admitted.
He lifted his weight, kneeling, and I felt lost without the weight of his body on mine. Looking down between our bodies, his breath hissed, and I felt him tense.
“I think you squirted,” he said, shaking his head as if he had never seen anything like that before.
“Is that bad? Did I make a mess?”
That was when I saw the large wet spot on the sheets beneath me.
Had I done that?
My body was humming with pleasure, my mind swirling with so many things that I almost didn’t notice that he was up and getting dressed.
He tugged his pants over his hips, his back muscles flexing as he worked.
“Are you leaving?” I asked his back, and his body stiffened with my question.
He was standing, staring at something I couldn’t see, and I felt the shift in the air between us.
“Zander? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” I crawled to the end of the bed and lifted my hand to touch the back of his shoulder, but he pulled away from me.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Eden,” he growled.
I jerked back as if he had slapped me, and in a way, he kind of had.
He moved across the room in three long, angry strides before plucking his shirt from the floor and pulling it over his head to cover his beautiful body.
I didn’t understand the anger that was coming off him in hot waves. I wasn’t sure what was happening. I only knew I was still coming down from the best high I’d ever had, and he seemed to be in a rush to get away from me.
The pain of his reaction caused my eyes to mist over, and I bit my lower lip to keep it from trembling.
“I don’t understand, Zander. What did I do wrong?”
He turned, his wild eyes moving over my expression.
“Don’t you dare fucking cry, Eden.”
“But ...” I started.
“No buts. Pull yourself together.”
Pulling the sheet up to my chest, I attempted to cover myself, not that Zander was looking at me anyway.
“I need you to leave, Zander. Now.”
He shook his head, his fingers tugging on his hair.
“What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do?”
Pain lanced through me, sucking my breath out of my lungs and making me gasp.
“When you walk out that door, I don’t want you to speak me ever again. I’ll deal with anyone at Empire but you, or you can just fire me.”
He moved toward the door, and without turning around, he said, “You’re fired, Eden. I don’t want to see you in Empire Sevens ever again.”
And then he was gone, leaving me feeling utterly hollow since I was sure he had taken my heart with him.