Wrong Girl (21 page)

“I
didn’t want to make it a big deal.”

“It
is
a big deal, Samantha. It’s a huge fucking deal. I don’t know how
we’re going to do this without making you uncomfortable or causing you pain.”

He
looks agonised, still maintaining his protective hold over my body. His arms
are placed on either side of me, keeping me from harm and dominating me with
his presence.

“Please,
Zack. This is our only chance, we only have tonight.” I beg, trying to entice
him.

“Shh…
its ok. We’re doing this. I didn’t get you naked in my arms for nothing and I’m
not going to walk away from this.” He pauses, gazing down at me with caution. It’s
as though he’s fighting with himself, deciding whether or not to say it. “I
have to know… why so long? Why haven’t you been with anyone for all these
years?”

“I’ve
only had sex once before and I really don’t want to talk about it. It wasn’t
exactly a nice experience for me and I suppose it put me off. I was afraid to
try again and I haven’t found myself in a relationship or anything.”

“You’re
kidding?” He says disbelievingly.

“I
don’t kid.”

“Wow.
Why the hell would someone like you be single for all these years? If things
were different between us, you’d be mine already.”

“Well,
I’m not yours and I never will be.”

“You
don’t have to remind me.” He replies gloomily, his jaw clenched and his eyes
downcast.

The
next few minutes are spent trying to prepare me and my body for what’s to come.
Zack goes down on me again, prising my thighs apart so he can pleasure me with
his tongue. Every time I’m close to reaching my climax, Zack will pull back. He
evades my advances when I try curling my hand through his hair, wanting to rub
myself against him. I’m so frantic, I’d do anything to come again.

“I
think you’re ready now.” He whispers, crawling up the rest of my body.

He
crushes his lips against mine, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth so I can
taste myself on him. His own arousal causes me to flinch in pain as he slowly
starts to penetrate me. Zack soothes me, gently brushing my hair back off my
forehead as he kisses me. He’s being extremely careful, treating my body with
reverence and respect. The two of us are so turned on, I’m desperate to feel
Zack inside of me and just want the pain and discomfort to be over so we can
both start to enjoy what follows.

“Sweetheart,
this is going to hurt but it will only be for a second, ok?”

“What
do you mean?” I ask, trying to get a look at his face.

Zack
avoids my stare by burying his face in my neck and pushing deeply. An
unexplainable, burning agony soars through me, piercing me in half. I scream
loudly, digging my fingernails into Zack’s shoulders, needing him to know just
how badly this is hurting me.

“Zack!
Stop!”

“Shh,
it’s ok. It’s over now. I’m inside you.”

I
bite down on my lower lip, trying my hardest not to cry. I don’t want Zack to
see me so vulnerable and so upset. I must already come across as strange to
him.

If
only he knew…

I
banish the unwanted thought from my head, unwilling to go there. Not now and
not tonight.

After
a few moments my body starts to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion. I
experiment by wriggling my hips, rotating them underneath Zack’s incredible
body. My movement causes him to groan as he tightens the hold he has on the
back of my neck. His teeth graze my skin, biting down before he softens the
skin with his tongue. He hesitantly begins to move on top of me, sliding his
phenomenal length all the way out before he plunges deep inside. I’m still
struggling to cope with the new invasion and Zack must sense this because his
thumb quickly finds its way onto my clit. He starts to massage it by moving in
small circles and the sensual movement is more than enough to make me forget
all about the pain.

It
isn’t long before we find a comfortable rhythm. The slight pressure on my
clitoris really helps and I know another orgasm is on its way. I lift my legs,
securing them around Zack’s waist as he continues to drive into me. I run my
tongue along his neck, relishing the unique saltiness of his sweat and his own
scent. I remember reading once that women can actually smell a man’s testosterone.
I never understood what that meant until now. To know that all of his desire
and intense arousal is for me is a remarkable feeling.

“I
want to be really gentle. I wanted to take this nice and slow… but I don’t
think I can.” Zack growls, staring down at me.

“Then
don’t. One night, Zack. One night is all we have.”

He
pauses, glowering at me with angry eyes. Maybe I didn’t need to remind him
about our limited time together, it’s not as if he doesn’t know. We both
realised before we agreed to this that it would be one time only.

I
gasp when Zack harshly grabs hold of my hair, curling the blonde strands around
his fingers as he forces my neck back. He slams into me again and again,
mercilessly taking from my body and demanding that I submit to him and his
desires. The atmosphere in the bedroom has changed, it’s angry, unapologetic,
greedy and raw. What I said clearly upset him and I now feel like the intimate
connection we shared just a few moments ago has dissolved and been replaced by
something else. Something vengeful and almost hate fuelled.  

“Look.
Look at us, Samantha. Watch my dick slide into you. Watch whilst I fuck your
cunt.”

My
breathing stops. I can hardly believe this is Zack talking. His words are
spiteful and dripping with cruelty. He’s punishing me for my reminder, the
warning I gave him about our one and only night together.

I
quickly realise that I have two choices. I can beg him to stop, run way from
this and demand that he apologise to me for his brutal treatment. Or I can
embrace the electrifying passion that exists between us, challenge him and his
anger by showing him that I’m not afraid of it. I’m not afraid of him. Tonight
is something I want sealed into my memory. It’s something I’m going to look
back on and remember for the rest of my life. I deserve to make it count.

“Stop.”
I order, placing my small hands on his chest.

He
does so immediately, respecting my wishes and my right to say no.

Unlike
some people…

“What’s
wrong?” He asks, furrowing his brow.

I
know he’s worried. He’s scared he’s taken it too far and I’m going to put a
stop to the whole thing.

“I
want to go on top.” I tell him, making sure I look confident.

“Fuck,
that’s hot.” He whispers, flipping me over until I’m straddling him. “Ride me.”

I
gape down at him, at a loss for words. I’ve never done this before and I’m
starting to regret my idiotic suggestion. However, all of my doubts evaporate
as soon as I feel Zack’s hands grab my ass, guiding me up and down on top of
him. My need for pleasure takes over as I start to move my hips. It’s easier
when I lower my upper body, resting my naked chest against his. That way he can
help me to control my movements and stimulation.

Sitting
on Zack’s dick is un-fucking-believable. I’ve never experienced anything so
good in all my life. It’s beyond exquisite and I don’t know how I’m going to go
a single day without this, let alone the rest of my life.

“That’s
it, baby. Bounce on it, ride me. Take every single inch of me, it’s all yours.”

His
words spur me on and before I know it, I’m riding him like a pro. I love the
fact that he remains in control, he can still take charge and that’s exactly
what I need.

“It
feels amazing,
you
feel amazing.” I cry, increasing the speed of our
rhythm.

“I
know. I knew it would be like this, I knew we would be fantastic together. Keep
going. Don’t you even
think
about stopping. Keep bouncing up and down,
that’s it. Fuck, you look so sexy right now.”

He
takes me by surprise, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. His left hand
squeezes the other one, massaging it roughly as I continue to move on top of
him. All of my discomfort has gone and the only sensation that’s left is
undeniable bliss.

My
second climax is nearing, I’m so close. It’s in reach and its unbelievably
tantalising. I’m just about to tell him this when he grabs the back of my neck,
directing my lips onto his. Our tongues tangle together in their own private
dance, speaking a secret language that no one else could possibly understand.
Our kiss deepens even more and I find myself struggling for breath. I try to
pull away from him, seeking an intake of oxygen. He reluctantly lets me go and
I inhale deeply, gulping down air before I return for another life-altering
kiss.

“I
want us to come together.” He informs me, gazing deeply into my eyes.

It’s
as though he can see right into my soul, he can reach my spirit and that means
he can also recognise my darkest secrets. He can read me like no one else and
this is beyond unsettling for me. I can’t let anyone find out the hideous
truth. I don’t want anyone to know how badly I am broken or how fragile I am
from being ruined all those years ago.

“I’m
so close.” I moan, sweat trickling down my spine.

“Come
on my cock, baby. Take what you need. Let me feel those sweet juices trickle
down my dick.”

His
sinful, illicit choice of words has me writhing and grinding against him,
throwing my head back as I allow my finger nails to claw at the skin on his
chest. Zack’s release soon follows. His strong hands grab hold of my behind,
using my ass to dominate and control the tempo of my movements. He then takes
me by surprise, flipping me over onto my back. He lifts my legs, pushing my
knees back until they press against my breasts. He drives into my pussy, taking
hold of my jaw so he can possess my mouth with his tongue.

He
punches the wooden headboard behind me, groaning loudly. His whole body goes
rigid before he collapses on top of me, forgetting about the substantial weight
he’s placing on my chest. The warmth of him flows inside me and the
satisfaction this brings me is tremendous. I’m so glad we decided not to use a
condom, the fact that a part of Zack is still inside me and will be for a long
time is amazing.

“Zack,
you’re kind of heavy.” I whimper, trying to wriggle out from under him.

“Sorry.”

He
instantly lifts his upper body from mine, rolling onto his side so that he’s
right beside me. I turn to him and wait for my breathing to go back to normal.
My body is still slick and damp with sweat, slowly cooling down as I readjust
to my normal temperature.

“I
can hear your heartbeat.” I whisper, resting my hand on his chest.

“It
feels like it might leap right out of my chest.” He chuckles softly, pulling my
body in towards him.

“That
was incredible.” I murmur softly, draping a leg across him as I inhale Zack’s
deliciously masculine scent.

“It
was far better than incredible. I can’t even begin to explain how phenomenal
that was.” He tells me, stroking his hand up and down my thigh.

His
caress makes me shiver and stirs something deep inside of me, arousing me once
again.

“I
should probably go.” I say reluctantly, attempting to disentangle myself from
him.

“What?
Why? You’re not going anywhere.” He firmly grasps my wrist, tugging me towards
him.

“You
really want me to spend the whole night?”

“Yes.
You know I do. I don’t want you to go.”

“Zack…”

“Please.
Stay.” He begs, staring at me intently.

“Ok.”
I acquiesce, allowing him to guide me into the bathroom.

He
stands directly behind me, circling his arms around my waist. We’re right in
front of the hot tub and the inevitable image of the two of us inside it
suddenly springs to mind.

“Is
this your way of asking me to go in the hot tub with you?”

“Yeah.
That wasn’t very smooth of me, was it?”

“Nope.”
I tease him, stroking my fingers along the back of his hand.

“Do
you regret it?” Zack asks me one hour later.

We’re
underneath the covers in bed but neither one of us is touching the other.
There’s so much space between us and I hate it. I know this is how it’s got to
be from now on, we’re never going to spend a night like this ever again. From
now on we’ll be strangers, we’ll pretend like this never happened and I’ll
spend the rest of my life lying.

“I
don’t know.” I answer truthfully.

“I
don’t.” Zack turns to face me head on, propping his head up on his hand. “I don’t
regret it and that’s what makes this so fucked up.”

“What’s
done is done. We can’t erase or take back what just happened, all we can do now
is try and move past it. You can concentrate on your wedding and starting your
new life with my sister. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

Of
course I try my best to ignore the excruciating pain I experience inside my
chest when I say all of this to him. He can never know how much this is killing
me. He can never know.