CHAPTER EIGHT
Alisa
Having him there in the middle of my kitchen with glassy eyes and the smell of liquor on his breath just infuriated me more. First, he spends the day with another woman after pushing me away, and now this?
“That’s not true.” He reached for my wrists and pulled me to him, spinning us until I was somehow trapped against the door. The thick press of his body against mine was far too delicious to think about.
“Yes, the fuck it is, and you know it. Get off of me, and get out. I’m not getting involved with you or anyone else right now.” I pushed at him, though all I wanted to do pressed my lips to his and beckon him to let me remind him how good we were together. It wasn’t happening. He was a bastard and I needed to keep remembering that.
“No. She just came to get her shit.” He pressed himself to the front of me even tighter, his erection rubbing against my lower tummy and leaving me breathless.
“Then why was she hugging you, Zek? Do you really believe me to be that much of an idiot?” I gripped the front of his shirt as tears burned my eyes. “I’ve had a horrible day, and I went over there wanting you to comfort me. Why, I have no idea. We just spent the day before pushing each other away, which is the best answer for all of this.”
I pushed hard this time, and he moved back. The deepest parts of me lamented over the loss of contact with him. He was every fairy tale fantasy and wicked wet dream I’d ever had. I needed a night with him just to forget how incredibly dismal the future seemed.
I moved to the living room and stopped by the patio doors, pulling the blinds back and pressing my forehead to the glass. My voice was weak when I spoke, and I hated myself for quickly changing my mind in front of him, but it was impossible to not covet anything he would give me. I hated myself for it, but it was senseless to fight it. I’d been his my whole life, whether he knew it or not.
“Alisa.” His hands slid over my shoulders and tightened on my arms as he pulled me back to rest against his chest. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m trying to figure out what would be best for us in the long-run. Not just today or tonight.”
I nodded, understanding all too clearly his dilemma. “I just wish for one minute we could have a normal situation. A normal life.”
“That’s not possible right now because I fucked everything up.” He kissed the top of my head again. “However, I’m almost glad I did.”
I pulled away from him and turned before crossing my arms over my chest. “What? Why would you be glad of this mess we’re dealing with?”
“Because I’m not sure you would have come back into my life otherwise. It’s greedy and I hate myself for it, but I’m so grateful you’re here.” He reached for me, and before I could push him off, he had my face in his hands and his soft lips pressed to mine in a hungry kiss.
It only took a split second for me to leave my anger behind and instead let it bleed into lust for the sexy man before me. His tongue brushed by my lips as his fingers tightened on my face, and I opened my mouth, letting him in.
The groan that left me as his tongue moved past mine caused his breath to hitch. It was deliciously hot, and heady to know that I had power over him. We’d been through far too much lately and had no clue of where we were headed in the future, but for the moment, I wanted carnality.
I broke the kiss as his hands slid down my back and over the curve of my ass, squeezing roughly as his mouth found my neck. The strong pulls against my skin left my breasts aching for a turn under his attention.
“The blonde girl I saw with you is nothing to you? Swear it on your mother’s grave.” I slid my hand through his hair and cupped his head against me. Strong emotions raged through me, and it was all I could do not to scream in frustration. To have someone you wanted so intensely be yours for a moment, but not forever was almost unbearable.
“Nothing. I hate the bitch.” He ran his nose up the side of my neck and pressed his mouth to my ear. “You are the only woman I want in my bed. In my life.”
His tongue brushed by my ear and I whimpered while neediness pumped through me.
“Stay with me tonight. Please?” I whispered. How many times as a girl had I begged the same question? Too many, but he’d never denied me then. I prayed he wouldn’t now.
He moved back and nodded as his thumb brushed over my bottom lip. The desire in his gaze left my blood boiling, my heart racing. “Yeah. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll deal with tomorrow when it gets here.”
I wanted to talk about tomorrow, but I forced my thoughts away. There was no need for words or anything that might break the spell swirling in between us.
He moved down my body, his lips pulling at my budded nipples over my silky blouse and leaving me to feel exposed though I was fully dressed. His strong hand moved up the center of my stomach, between my breasts and rested at the base of my throat as he pushed me back a little. I used the door behind me to lean against and pressed my hands to the chilled glass, not wanting to interrupt him as he nipped at my stomach and pressed his face to my center.
He breathed in deeply, and I closed my eyes as a shiver ran through me. He was so fucking hot that it hurt. How I’d ever thought I might find another man who made me melt like Zek did was beyond me. No one could even come close.
“You smell so good. Like you need to be fucked.” He slid his fingers up from my knees pushing my black pencil skirt with him, not stopping until he had the thing up around my waist. My pink panties were silly and something I wore in college to feel a little more adventurous. Not having done the laundry all week, I was stuck with them, and almost embarrassed now that he was studying me so closely. “Hot.”
I smirked and moved to run my hand through his hair once more, gripping it tightly at the back and forcing him to look up at me. “Stop talking and take them off. They’re all I had clean.”
He chuckled low in his chest and moved back, pulling himself from my grasp. “I’ll bet these have no ass to them.”
I spun around as he forced me to, and pressed my chest to the glass as he let out a sound of appreciation. His fingers played with the small string that ran from the top of my rear down to the wettest part of me.
“I love them.” He pressed his mouth to my center and pushed on my lower back, forcing me to arch as he worked his tongue under the small strip of damp silk that held me captive.
I cried out and pushed against him, opening my legs more and trying hard to keep myself up on shaky legs. His hand ran over the curve of my ass, petting me softly, gripping tightly, teasing mercilessly until my body exploded.
I started to jerk up as a cry left me, but he forced me to stay half-bent over as he worked his mouth against me furiously. Blistering hot tendrils of pleasure pumped out from my center and ran along my nervous system, spiking as Zek fucked me with an uneven rhythm.
“Stop.” I stood up and panted as he moved back and gripped the backs of my thighs tightly.
“I could do that several times a day. Every day.” He swatted my ass and got up, pressing himself against me. “See how much you turn me on? It’s always been you, Alisa.”
I nodded, closing my eyes and simply enjoying the intensity of his erection pressed between the curves of my ass. I’d been a bit wild in college, but never anything too erotic. I wanted to let him explore every untapped inch of me.
“You like that.” He rocked against me, and I cried out again, loving it.
“No,” I whispered and smiled.
“Liar.” He popped my ass again. “Come to the bedroom with me. I want to spend the night learning how your sexy little body works. You’ve been a tease our whole lives. Time to put out.”
I laughed and moved away from him as I tugged my skirt down. “You’ve been the tease. I’ve always been ready to open myself up for you.”
“This is true. We should exploit this idea of opening you up.” He walked toward me as I took careful steps backward to move us to the bedroom. The way he watched me was tantalizing. My body pulsed with the need to let him have me for anything he wanted, but it was too much to offer.
“Maybe I’m not interested in giving myself to you anymore. Maybe you eating me out was enough for the night.” My legs hit the bed, and I let out another yelp.
“No. That’s just the beginning.” He smiled wickedly and reached for me, pulling me firmly against him as he leaned down to nip at my mouth. “I wanna hear you scream my name about fifty times. Then we can get some rest. Can you do that for me?”
“No, you cocky bastard, but you can do it for me.” I pulled him down for a long kiss as he worked the zipper to my skirt down. The taste of my pleasure on his lips was far more sensual than I expected, and I found myself yearning to give him a bit of attention in the same manner.
“Turn around. I wanna grip your ass while I fuck you.” He tugged my shirt over my head and leaned down to kiss the tops of my breasts as he worked himself out of his slacks.
“Use a condom.” I turned and slid my hands on the bed in front of me. He would take my panties off if he wanted them off. My bra would stay in place until we moved to another position and the greedy bastard wanted access to my breasts.
“I got one, baby.” He massaged my ass for a few minutes and moved back.
I closed my eyes and undulated my hips, lifting my ass into the air and panting softly at the idea of him taking me roughly. I wanted all his aggression to be laid out across my skin, his marks to be left along my body. I didn’t dare tell him, but the images in my head drove me toward the edge of depravity. Something about him made me want to leave everything behind and dive in deep... so deep that I might not be able to come up for air.
The firm press of his cock against my swollen flesh was too much. I cried out and every muscle in my body locked.
“Baby...” He brushed his hands up my back just before leaning over and wrapping his strong arms around me. “You alright?”
“Just overwhelmed.” I took a shallow breath and pushed back. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
“I understand. Let me take care of you.” He moved and pressed one hand against my lower back, pushing it up my spine and gripping the back of my neck tightly as his other hand wrapped around my hip. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I started to respond, but didn’t get the chance as he thrust inside me with force, filling me up completely. The mixture of my cries with his delicious groans left me weak and far needier than I could ever remember feeling.
“So tight and wet, Alisa. So fucking beautiful. You have no clue how hot you are.” He pulled out and slammed into me again. “You want me to make love to you or fuck you tonight?”
“Fuck me. Please.” I dropped my head to my hands and moved away from him to get on my hands and knees on the bed.
He regained his grip on me, and took my request to heart.
The deep, hard thrusts almost lifted my knees off the bed, and I reveled in his power, his size as he fucked me far passed my third orgasm. His grunts slid across my wet skin and his fingers teased every part of me that his cock wasn’t pounding into.
It would have been better to make love than to have him work me like I needed to be worked so damn bad. It was addictive, and I couldn’t imagine not having him fuck me every night like the wild animal he was.
“I’m gonna come. Join me once more.” His thumb pressed against my ass, sliding inside of me as he forced me backward to take all of his cock.
I screamed as fire ignited in my stomach. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. Fuck me, Alisa.” He jerked back and used his hold on me to work me past anything I’d ever experienced. I tried hard to stay cognizant as lust dragged me down into a deliciously tight hold. It took him a little while longer, but when he came, I closed my eyes and memorized the sound of his ecstasy for later when he was gone again.
He collapsed over the top of me and wrapped me in a tight hug, his body still tucked into mine.
“I could never get enough of you.” He kissed the side of my face. “You’re everything I want. Everything I need. Please don’t doubt that. Ever.”
I nodded and waited until he moved off me to turn. He cleaned himself up and got back in the bed, reaching for me and pulling me against his side as he lay on his back.
“Come here. Let me hold you while we sleep.” He wrapped his arms around me, and pressed his lips to my forehead.
I wished that I had the strength to deny him. He needed to go so that I could cry myself to sleep and get over my desire to beg him to stay with me forever. All my resolutions from the day before came crashing in, but I left them alone as a soft sob left me.
“Baby.” He turned to face me and pulled me in tightly, wrapping his big strong body around mine. “You okay?”
“Just a long shitty day.” I cried against his shoulder. He could believe that my tears were about the cases or whatever he wanted. They weren’t. They were for the inevitable future.
For when I lost him again.