It might not be sex, but this is just as good in my book.

Zak lifts his eyes to meet mine, and lust shoots through my body like a raging inferno. His eyes shine with mischief, looking up at me from between my thighs, and I wait for him to close the small space left between his mouth and my aching centre.

I’m beyond wet. Sucking Zak’s cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever been a part of. I’ve given blow jobs before, but with Zak it’s different, better. The way he watched everything I did, the heat in his gaze, the way his thighs clenched right before he came in my mouth. So. Fucking. Hot.

Zak drags my focus back to him by blowing a warm breath against my sex and I shudder, my thighs tensing around his neck. He grins, then gets to his feet, still holding me up by my exposed ass. “Zak,” I squeal as he starts walking us towards his bedroom.

Kicking his door open all the way, he ducks down so as not to hit my head on his doorframe as he strides inside. He drops me on the bed, then snatches up his three-legged cat, Junie, and unceremoniously tosses her out of the room before slamming the door shut. The feint sounds of her pissed off meows echo through the door.

I grin as he stands above me. He snatches my ankles up in his large hands and tugs me to the edge of his mattress. I gasp, then he’s there, his fingertips pressing into my thighs so hard I whimper.

Zak’s eyes glaze with lust. “Fuck, Ellie, I’ve been dying to taste you.” He buries his nose between my folds until it presses against my clit, and his tongue sinks inside my entrance.

Swallowing hard, I tangle my fingers in his dark hair, trying to pull him in closer. But he clenches my thighs harder, making me stop. Releasing his hair, I lift up onto my elbows, but before I can ask what I did wrong, he lifts his head and stares right into my soul.

Licking his lips slowly, he says, “I let you take control in the lounge room, but this time…” His eyes drop to my wetness, then flick back up to mine, “I’m in control. I will own your body with my mouth then when you’re ready, I’ll own every part of you with every part of me.”

He doesn’t say anything else, just holds my gaze until I nod. How does he manage to make such dirty things sound sweet?

I stay propped on my elbows so I can watch him. His eyes are so dark, black pools of need and desire, mirroring exactly how I feel. He drops his face down and without warning, spears two fingers inside me, making me wail in surprise. And then he moves them in and out rhythmically, his tongue traces circles around my clit. So close, but never touching.

Panting, my head dips back, and his teeth finally graze my overstimulated clit. My focus snaps back to him, to his tongue, his teeth, his fingers as he presses the tips to that perfect spot inside me. I go off like a rocket.

Tingles shoot down my arms, my legs, and out my fingertips and toes. My body feels deliciously light and sated as my hands fist in the bedspread bringing me back to earth. “Oh god,” I murmur, my voice soft in the aftermath of my orgasm.

I think he’s done, that he’s going to stop but then his fingers increase their speed again. He stokes harder, faster, rougher, then sucks my sensitive little nub into his warm mouth and bites down hard. His fingers hone in on my g-spot and I’m coming again on the tail end of the first orgasm. Silent tears roll down my cheeks as pure pleasure consumes my entire body.