Dirty Little Lies: A Men of Summer Novel (23 page)

The teasing, suggestive tone of his voice had her heart racing, her senses suddenly chaotic as he reached out and pulled at the end of the ribbon holding her robe closed. The bow slid free, the material parting easily.

He removed his pants then, tossing them to the side of the room, his cock rising, thick and fully engorged. “I couldn’t wait to get back to you. Couldn’t wait to feel you wrapped around me like hot silk as you were earlier.” He pushed her robe from her shoulders, leaving her in nothing but the thin gown she wore beneath it.

“Zack…” She couldn’t give him the denial he required to stop the course he’d set.

Didn’t even know if she wanted to deny him, and herself. Despite her knowledge that he wouldn’t have taken her otherwise, her certainty that he didn’t love her, didn’t need her as she needed him. Still, saying no was impossible.

He placed two fingers against her lips. “I’m too hungry for you, baby. Too damned hard and all too aware how sweet and tight your pussy gripped me earlier. I simply don’t have the control for anything else right now.”

chapter sixteen

Wild.

Untamable.

When Zack gripped the back of her head to hold her in place for his kiss, Grace glimpsed the intense hunger in his eyes. Half a heartbeat later, that dark need met burning curiosity and exploded out of control. Out of both their control. The need became something more, something they could no longer do without. They couldn’t deny themselves, and they couldn’t deny the arousal building crazily out of control.

Zack’s lips slanted over hers, his tongue pushing possessively past her lips to taste hers with teasing flicks and licks. Rough, greedy, his kiss consumed her as she fought to consume him. To hold on to this moment when nothing else mattered but the pleasure they could find in each other.

Grace knew her world was changing. She could sense it, could feel the destruction looming. For this moment, right here and now, she wanted to steal this pleasure, steal the heady, untamed sensations Zack incited in her body.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned against her lips. “Don’t think. Just feel how good this is. Fuck, you’re so damned good.”

Her fingers tightened in the back of his hair, tugging hard as a rough chuckle whispered through the air just before his lips covered hers again. His hands were at her hips, her back, stroking and caressing as he pulled her gown slowly up her legs, then to her hips.

“Lift your arms,” he demanded just before taking a nip from her lower lip. “Now.”

Her arms lifted and the gown was whisked over her head and tossed aside, leaving her naked and arching closer to him as he backed her against the wall.

And he felt good.

He felt so damned good.

Powerful muscles clenched beneath her hands as she gripped his shoulders and flexed against her swollen breasts as he held her against the wall. His lips moved over hers, kissing her deep, with a hungry demand she could only accept and meet with her own.

His teeth nipped at her lower lip again.

“Look at me,” the rough, erotic sound of his voice sent a shiver racing over her as her lashes lifted and she stared up at him in dazed fascination.

“That’s it,” he crooned, his hands cupping her rear, tightening then slowly lifting her. “Put your knees against my hips, hold on to me baby.” The stiff length of his cock slid between her thighs, drawing a gasp from her lips. “Keep watching me, Grace. Watch me while I take you.”

Watch him?

The thick, flared crest pressed between the swollen, slick folds of her sex, parted them, and began pushing slowly inside her.

So slowly.

Stretching her, creating a heated, ecstatic sting that had her lashes fluttering in pure pleasure.

“Keep them open,” he growled, his tone serrated now. “Watch me, Grace. Let me see your pretty eyes, see how good I can make you feel.”

Holding her between him and the wall, his eyes locked on hers, his hips flexing, pushing his cock deeper, retreating, thrusting back inside her by slow degrees. Each shallow thrust parted sensitive tissue, the iron-hard width creating a slight pleasure-pain that bordered ecstasy.

Slick moisture spilled along her vagina, met each thrust, and heated her sex further as pleasure ricocheted along her nerve endings and caused the sensitive flesh to tighten further around the invading shaft.

Male dominance filled his expression, tightened the flesh over his face, and darkened his eyes until the stormy gray was nearly black.

“Hold on to me, honey.” Wicked, hungry, his expression became more sensual, bolder. “I’m going to give you all of me now.”

All of him.

In one bold, fierce move, he thrust inside her, burying to the hilt and shattering her senses with the intensity of the pleasure that erupted inside her. Her muscles clamped around the thick penetration, rippling over it as he drew back, only to push inside her again as her thighs tightened at his hips, her arms around his neck, and she drove herself harder onto the fierce impalement.

She couldn’t be still, couldn’t stop the desperate need to take him as well, to meet each thrust, her vagina tightening around him as she felt the pleasure racing over her flesh.

“Damn, Grace,” he groaned at her ear as her head pressed into the tight muscles of his shoulders, her breaths panting from her chest. “Ah hell … that’s it baby, take me…”

Take him, hold him. She wanted to stay right here forever, lost in the sensations storming through her, searing her heart and mind, and marking her soul. And she couldn’t stop it from happening. Couldn’t stop each wildly spinning spiral of ecstasy as it tightened through her, couldn’t stop the need that built with each touch, each stroke of his shaft inside her intimate flesh, each nip of his teeth and heated kiss at her neck.

“There you go, fuck me, Grace,” Zack groaned, his hands clenched at her rear, kneading the flesh, adding to the sensations tearing through her. “You’re almost there, baby. Almost ready to come for me, aren’t you?”

A mewling cry escaped her lips as he whispered the words against her heart, his voice rough, grating with his own pleasure. The explicit words only inflamed her further and had the instinctive movements of her hips and thighs accelerating with his.

She drove herself onto the iron-hard shaft and tried to scream with the need shattering through her each time she felt his cock stretch her, burn her with his need.

Rippling contractions milked at the stiff intrusion, fighting to hold him inside her even as she lifted herself at his retreat, teasing herself and unable to stop the madness.

“Damn you. Ah hell, Grace, that’s it, milk my dick, baby,” he rasped as he pistoned inside her, the sound of their bodies coming together, the feel of his thrusts and pushing her to a brink she was certain she couldn’t survive.

“That’s it, ride my cock, Grace. Ride me, baby … so fucking tight.” He nipped her ear, his muscles bunching as the sensations torturing her began to tighten, to amplify until they were racing in ever-increasing arcs of agonizing pleasure.

She couldn’t control the storm, couldn’t control her own body or her need to move harder, faster, to meet each thrust inside her and take more of him.

“Zack … Zack…” She gasped his name, fighting to hold on to him, to find some anchor to reality as her senses abandoned her to rush for the edge of rapture surging higher, twisting faster inside her.

“Come for me, Grace,” he demanded, the hard, controlled ferocity of his tone snapping through her as the storm raged out of control. “Give it to me, damn you. Come for me, baby, all over my dick…”

She exploded, wailing his name, certain she was screaming out for him as she felt the first wave of brutal sensation steal her mind. From that point, all she knew was the mind-numbing excess of completion as it slammed inside her.

She jerked against him, the hammering thrusts of his cock increasing the already violent explosions of ecstasy as her body trembled and shook, her muscles locking her place, her pussy clenching around the shuttling flesh shafting harder inside her.

Until she lost herself.

Between one explosion of brilliant sensation and the next, her senses disintegrated in the catastrophic storm that tore through her.

And still, Zack was moving inside her, his body slick with sweat, his groans echoing in her ear as the world spun around her, braced her, cushioned her, held her as the chaotic swirls of release finally eased and she found herself lying back on the bed.

Her thighs were splayed over Zack’s as he knelt between them, staring down at the point where he now moving slowly inside her, his expression savage with lust, jaw clenched as he watched his possession of her.

“Zack…” she whispered, her voice weak, strained as she fought against the return of such violent pleasure so soon.

“We’re not finished yet.” Guttural and intent, his voice grated over her senses as he pushed slowly inside her once again. “Fuck, Grace, you’re so tight, it’s like having a silken vise clamped around my dick,” he panted, his gaze lifting to hers then. “Let me have it again, baby. Let me feel that hot little pussy coming for me again.”

Her stomach clenched, convulsed, and sensation went racing over her again, pulling her into the sensual, erotic hunger he’d awakened within her.

“That’s it, Grace,” he crooned, one hand clenching her thigh, the other finding the swollen, highly sensitive bud of her clit. “Spill all that slick heat around my cock, baby. Give it to me.” His gave lifted to hers again. “It’s my turn to ride now.”

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He was a man possessed, and Zack fully admitted to it. Lost in a pleasure so fucking extreme, he couldn’t bear to let it go just yet. And so damned dangerous, he knew the cost he’d pay for allowing himself to take it could become impossibly high.

Why the pleasure was so extreme with this woman, he didn’t have a clue. She wasn’t the first to challenge him, she wasn’t the first to make her own demands. But she was first he’d ever taken quite like this.

The first who had ever made him feel adrenaline-dazed, pumped so high on sheer excitement that he didn’t want it to end.

Staring down at the bare folds hugging his cock, the heavy layer of slick, feminine dew glistening across them and coating his hard flesh, he was fucking amazed at how she took him. The stiff width of his cock looked like a club as he retreated, the delicate folds flattened around the dark erection as her pussy rippled and milked him back in.

And inside … ah hell, inside was so tight, so fucking hot and tight, sucking at the unbearably sensitive crest, holding on to it and rippling around the shaft demandingly. It was so damned good, he didn’t want it to end. Not now. Not ever.

He’d never get enough it.

Even now, his balls were drawn painfully tight to the base of his cock, the need to come shooting arcs of electric sensation straight to the base of his skull. First, he wanted to feel her orgasm again. Wanted to feel the wash of her slick cream over the head of his cock, feel way her pussy clenched on his cock, ever tighter before milking the head with deep, internal spasms of her own release.

He could become addicted to that particular pleasure. He could spend his life trying to figure out why he was addicted to it even as he reveled in each instance of it.

And she wasn’t content to just lie beneath him and accept what he gave her. Not Grace. Even panting for breath, weak from the intensity of her earlier release, her hips lifted and fell with each hard impalement and withdrawal inside the flexing grip of her pussy. Her thighs tightened against his, splayed open as he knelt between them, watching her feminine flesh, tracking each change as he pushed her closer, pushed them both closer.

Her juices spilled from the snug grip each time he drew back, then pushed free of her to slicken her further with each inward thrust. Her clit was a dark, flushed pink, glistening with moisture and engorged with need.

As he watched, slender, graceful fingers slid to the aroused button, easing alongside it, and began massaging it with slow, delicate strokes as her hips lifted and fell to each pumping stroke inside her.

The head of his cock throbbed, a wave of pleasure dragging a groan from Zack’s chest as he felt the warning pulse of release. He was bare inside her again, nothing separating, nothing protecting either of them from the destructive pleasure gripping them.

Holding her thighs, careful of the tender, wounded area, Zack held her open, his attention focused on her fingers, watching as she stroked herself, felt the combined sensations from her manipulation of the swollen little bud and his shafting cock as they attacked her pussy.

The cries spilling from her lips intensified, broken whimpers of sexual need spurring him to push inside her faster, harder. To fuck her to hilt with each impalement as shudders began racing up his spine.

Damn her. He couldn’t hold on like this.

With each increasing level of pleasure she experienced, she tightened further on him, her cunt rippling around his cock, sucking at it, gripping the sensitive crown and working around it with destructive rapture. And as she pushed him closer, all he could do was hold on for the ride and watch those pretty fingers masturbate her clit in tight, furious little circles.

“How fucking pretty,” he groaned, holding on to her, slamming inside her, glimpsing the furious pace of his cock as he fucked her harder. “God, yes, Grace … tighten like that, baby…” Strangled, the breath leaving his chest, he felt her body jerk again, felt her pussy clenching so tight on his dick, he cried out himself as she arched violently, jerking beneath the orgasm overtaking her as he felt his own wrench through him.

Brilliant color attacked his eyesight, he swore his heart stopped for blinding seconds, and complete brutal ecstasy slammed into him as his release shot from him. Pulse after heart-jamming pulse of semen exploded from his dick as her pussy clenched and sucked at the throbbing release. Each ejaculation amplified the pleasure until he cried out her name, as lost in her as he knew she was lost in him. When it was over, all he could do was catch his weight as he leaned over her, his head burying beside her neck, his lips pressing into the flesh beneath her ear.