What do I want? I want him. I want to get lost in this for just one night. I want him to make me feel everything I need in order to ease the unrelenting ache I’ve had for the last two weeks. I want him to use my body however he sees fit.
His eyes lock with mine, waiting for an answer, but for once, I find myself a little speechless.
Zanders takes a commanding step forward, his palms on my hips, pressing my bare back against the textured wall on the far side of his room. One hand finds the wall beside my head, and his other glides against the skin of my abdomen, traveling south.
My stomach tightens from both the cold texture of his rings and the sensation of his fingertips on my flushed skin. Finding its way between the lace of my underwear and the warmth of my flesh, his middle finger skims against my clit, before burying itself in the wetness pooling between my legs.
A whimper escapes me as I fall forward, my forehead to his chest.
“Oh my God,” he rasps, his finger now warm and wet. “Fucking soaked.”
My legs begin to shake, but with Zanders’ aggressive hold on me, there’s no way I could fall.
“Stevie girl, what do you want me to do?”
As if he doesn’t already know, but clearly, this man likes to be begged.
As he waits for my answer, his lips work their way down my neck and chest, taking one of my breasts into his warm mouth, sucking and flicking. At the same time, his middle finger enters me, curling forward, and causing my knees to buckle.
“Fuck me,” I cry out. “Please, Zanders.”
His lips form into a devilish smile against my taut nipple. Pulling out from my warmth, he stands up straight before slowly taking his entire finger in his mouth, tasting what’s left of me on his hand.
Zanders picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, his dick sliding against the wetness seeping through the fabric of my panties.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” he adds with a kiss before tossing me on the bed and quickly climbing on top of me.
17
ZANDERS
Stevie’s back is flat against the bed, her nails digging into the flesh at my back, as I grind my hips down onto her, rubbing my dick against her leg, needing to feel the friction. And as I do, I kiss her lips one last time.
Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love making out with this girl, but kissing is too intimate. Doing it while in the act does something to these chicks’ brains where they attach themselves, thinking it’s more than just a fuck—even though I make that loud and clear every time. So, I keep the intimacy to a minimum. Tonight is about getting off so I can finally stop fucking my hand to the image of this curly-haired girl as I have for the last few weeks and move on. Tonight is unattached sex to get it out of our systems.
As I leave her lips for the final time, Stevie reaches over, tugging at the lamp on the nightstand and turning off the only light left on in the room.
Without looking up at her, my mouth works over the warm skin of her neck as I reach out and turn the light back on.
I bite and suck on the soft flesh on her chest, being sure to leave my marks low so she can cover it up with her work uniform tomorrow. And as I do, she reaches over and turns off the light once again.
“What are you doing?” I finally ask, lifting my face to look at her.
“Turning off the light.”
“Leave it on. I want to see you.”
“No,” she says, standing her ground, her gaze pleading with me.
I’m not an idiot. In fact, I would say I’m highly aware of both my own feelings as well as others. A near ten years of consistent therapy will do that to you. Even though I don’t give a shit most of the time, I can read other people like a book.
So, I’d be lying if I said the girl in my bed was completely confident in her body. The lack of eye contact while she was getting naked and the arms crossed over her chest were pretty loud and clear.
She’s an interesting combination of insecure and confident, the same as I am, but in entirely different ways.
But from what I know of the wild flight attendant, she wouldn’t want to be treated with kid gloves. So, I’m not going to. I’m not going to avoid the parts of her body she’s insecure about just to keep the attention off them. Instead, I’m going to touch every inch of her while I fuck her so hard she probably won’t even remember her own name, let alone what she doesn’t like about her body.
Even with the lights off, I can see that her nipples are pretty little peaks, begging for me, so I take her in my mouth, pulling a soft whimper from Stevie’s lips.
To be honest, I like everything that comes out of this girl’s mouth. Whether that be a gentle moan of pleasure, my name as she begs, or one of her smart-ass quips she can’t help but fire back at me. I like knowing that whatever is coming out of her mouth is because of me.