WHEN ZILLAH DIDN’T leave after finding out about Catch, or even after finding out that I hid I was a biker from her, I knew she wasn’t like other women.
Later that evening, we were watching some old horror movie. I couldn’t even remember what it was. All I could focus on was the woman leaning against me. We hadn’t talked for about an hour but instead, sat in each other’s quiet company. I wasn’t used to just hanging out with a woman. It always ended up in sex. With no conversation. None of this learning about each other shit. It wasn’t normal for me, but I found that I liked this more.
Brushing my fingers up and down Zillah’s bare arm, I reveled in the way her skin puckered with goosebumps.
She didn’t talk about her father again. The fucking bastard should have kept his thoughts to himself instead of putting lies in my girl’s mind, but unlucky for him, she had a strong head on her shoulders.
“Stop stewing,” she said, breaking the silence.
“I’m not stewing.”
“You are. You’re all growly. I can hear it in your chest.”
“I didn’t even say anything.” I kissed her head.
“You didn’t have to. You growled.” Zillah kissed my cheek and adjusted her position on my lap, straddling me backwards. “Don’t worry about my dad. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
“You needed me.” I kissed her exposed throat.
“I did.” She pushed her ass into me. “And I still do.”
“Tell me why.” I cupped her jaw, holding her head back against my shoulder, and nipping at the side of her throat. Inhaling deep, the scent of sweet apple pie wafted into my nose.
“You make me feel good. You make me forget. You make me feel like a woman when half the time, I still feel like a little girl. I’m not experienced but I want to be.” She looked up at me then. “For you.”
“I told you in the beginning.” I kissed her nose. “I’ll teach you everything.”
“And we can learn together if needed,” she added.
“Exactly.” I smiled down at her.
She sighed.
“What is it?” As much as I wanted to bury myself balls deep inside her, something was still wrong.
“I don’t know.” She chewed her bottom lip.
“Zillah,” I growled. “Stop biting your damn lip.”
Her cheeks reddened. “Sorry.”
“Baby, stop that. Stop apologizing. Stop saying you’re sorry for being you and for having your little quirks. I only told you to stop biting your lip because it turns me on. And I don’t want to take advantage of you because I know something is still wrong.”
Zillah sat forward and dropped her head in her hands. “I feel like the other woman.”
“Don’t.” I pulled her back against me but she only shoved out of my grip. “What is this? What are you doing?”
“Tray.” She rose from the couch. “As much as I want you, as much as I like you, I can’t be the one who broke up your relationship—”
“Don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence.” I jumped from the couch and closed the distance between us. With my hands in her hair, I crushed my mouth to hers.
She moaned, snaking her arms around my neck. “Tray.”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear that shit. Ever. You got me?”
“But you hurt him and that makes me feel guilty.”
“Fuck.” She was too damn heartfelt. “Zillah.” I cupped her face when she didn’t look at me. “Hey, listen to me.”
She met my gaze, her chocolate brown eyes shining with unshed tears.
“What I had with Catch is over. He knows that. Is it awkward? I’m not going to lie and say it isn’t. But that’s on me. That has nothing to do with us. Do you understand me?”
“But—”
“I asked you a question,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I expected. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
She shivered. “Yes. I understand, Tray.”
“Good.” I kissed the top of her head. “Now let’s finish this movie.”
(Zillah)
As much as I wanted us to take it further, it was nice spending the rest of the evening in each other’s arms. So many truths had been said tonight and while I was still pissed at my dad, talking to Tray made me feel better. But it still wasn’t enough. I wanted it to be. Could someone have too much sex? Was that even a thing?
Tray wrapped his arm around my middle, holding me against him while we watched another horror movie. It was a black and white film that neither of us had seen before. While it was good and had everything we enjoyed in a horror movie, all I could focus on was the man sitting behind me with a semi hard-on for the past couple of hours.
I was no longer sure what the movie was about because while it had all the blood and guts we liked, I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the man inching his hand beneath the hem of my shirt. Or when his fingers brushed lightly over my flat stomach. Or when he cupped my breast.
“So fucking beautiful,” was all Tray said, his deep voice rumbling through me.
He lifted me further onto his lap, sliding his hand back down my stomach until the tips of his fingers brushed over the waistband of my leggings.
I licked my parched lips, silently begging for him to take it further. My eyes fluttered closed. My ass pushed into his waist. He felt good. So damn good beneath me.
Cupping my jaw with his other hand, he held my head still, his hot breath fanning the side of my face while his other hand delved into my leggings.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice guttural.
I met his gaze, staring at him while his fingers delved even deeper.
When they reached my center, he grinned. “Fucking soaked.”
I whimpered but made sure to keep my gaze locked with his. “Tray,” I whispered, rocking my hips back and forth against him.
“Shhh.” He kissed my forehead. “Just feel me, babe.”
I pulled my leggings and panties down to my ankles, spreading my legs even wider for him.
His eyes darkened, turning to the point of black.
As much as I wanted him to kiss me, I couldn’t help but stare into the deep depths of his lust-filled gaze.
“Open yourself for me.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant so I cupped my inner thighs first, then slowly brushed them down to my center.
“Open,” he demanded, running a finger over my opening.
When my hands reached the soft spot between my thighs and sex, I pulled gently when he thrust two fingers inside of me. I moaned hard, releasing my lower body.
“No.” He pulled his fingers roughly from my body, giving my pussy a light slap.
I yelped.
“Open.”
A breath escaped me, and I did as I was told once again.
His grip on my head tightened as he thrust two fingers back inside me. “Pull out my cock.”
My heart thumped at the hard demand. Reaching between my legs, I cupped him over his jeans. As much as I enjoyed his fingers inside me, I didn’t need foreplay. I wanted him hard and fast. I wanted to hurt. From the first thrust to the last, I wanted to feel that delicious slice of pain every time he entered me.
“Show me what you want.” His lips found the side of my neck, his fingers thrusting hard in and out of me.
I unbuckled his belt and reached into his jeans before pulling out his swollen cock. My eyes flicked down the length of my body.
“No. Keep your eyes on me, Zillah. I want you to feel.”
My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths at what he was offering me. Running my thumb over the slit in his cock, I reveled in the way he shivered beneath me.
“That’s it,” Tray groaned. “Show me what you want.” He placed a soft peck on my mouth, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth.
An electric shock hit me square in the center.
He turned my head, kissing my neck all the way up to my ear. “Show me.”
I lined up the tip of his cock with my wet center. “Now.”
He removed his fingers, replacing them with a deep thrust of his cock.
I gasped, my body clamping down around him.
We didn’t move for what felt like an eternity.
“Please,” I begged. “Move, Tray. God, I need you to move.”
Tray fisted my hair, holding my head in place and pushed his hips up and up, hitting that deep part of me that had only ever been his. “Bounce this cunt on my dick, baby.”
I circled my hips against his but as much as I wanted to ride him, I couldn’t for fear that I would have to look away.
“Come on, Zillah. Make those leg muscles burn. If you want it, ride it.”
“I … I can’t in this position.”
Tray pushed me off of him, cupped beneath my thigh and shoved it up to my chest before slamming his cock back inside of me.
“Holy shit.” My eyes rolled into the back of my head. The pleasure was so great, I wasn’t sure if I would survive the orgasm.
“No.” He pulled my head back. “Look at me when I fuck you.”
My gaze snapped to his.
“That’s it, Beauty.” He held my head in place, spooning me from behind and fucking me just the same.
I couldn’t move in this position. Not that I wanted to. I was helpless to him. To his needs. To his desire to control and dominate.
“Fuck.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head. “That’s it. You’re making me so fucking hard.”
“Yes.” I moaned, licking my lips. “Please kiss me.”
He covered my mouth with his, thrusting his hips inside of me at the same time his tongue slipped between my lips. “So fucking good.”
A couple more thrusts and that familiar tingle started from my toes. I arched against him, breaking the kiss, and threw my leg over his hip. “Oh, God.”
With his free hand, he reached it between my legs and started strumming my clit.
I gasped, spreading my legs even wider. “Yes,” I whined. “Please, baby.”
“Fuck, Zillah.”
I cried out, covering his hand with mine and helped him massage my aching clit. “Faster.”
His fingers picked up speed. My heart raced. Our bodies became sweaty.
His hard cock thrust in and out of me at the same time he stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Your pussy is so damn tight,” he murmured in my ear. “I’ve never felt something so snug.”
“Tray.” My body vibrated.
“Make me come,” he growled in my ear. “Make me come fucking hard. I want to see my cum dripping out of you. I want to fill you up, Zillah.”
“God, yes.” His words, so damn dirty and erotic, were everything I craved. “More. Give me more.”
His fingers matched the thrusts of his cock. They moved back and forth over my clit.
Spots danced in my vision. “I can’t … I need … God, I need to come.”
In a quick move, Tray spun us around so he was beneath me and I was on top. The change in position forced me to take him deeper.
“Stroke your clit. I want to watch you come for me. Bounce for me, Zillah.”
Slapping my hand on his chest, I lifted my hips up and down his cock. As soon as my fingers came into contact with my clit, I exploded. His name left my lips on a hard scream but I couldn’t stop. I wanted more. I was greedy. I was hungry for it. Animalistic cries left my mouth. They were so hard, my voice cracked.
“Fucking hell,” Tray bellowed, gripping my hips, and powering into me in rough, violent thrusts. “More, Zillah. Give me more. My cock is so hard for you.” His thrusts turned faster, rougher. Deeper. His cock penetrated me inch by erotic inch.
“You’re so big.” I gasped when I was finally able to form a proper sentence.
“You’re going to come all over me. I want to smell like you. I want you to make a fucking mess.”
His words left me wanting, aching, and dripping for him. I never knew it was possible for my body to become this damn wet. All from the mere syllables that left Tray’s mouth.