I glare at him. “I hate you so much right now.”
“Since you want to act like a snarky little brat, I’m going to treat you like one.” His hand connects with my left cheek, harder this time.
“Three! Fuck!”
He spanks me again and again until my ass is on fire and my balls ache. I writhe and moan, warmth enveloping my dick as his hand picks up speed. “Zach—fuck—I’m sorry, okay? I won’t do it again.”
Not sure what I’m even promising not to do. It’s just all overwhelming, suffocating in the best way.
He keeps going, alternating between soft caresses and sharp smacks until my skin is too hot and too tingling.
My dick is leaking as I hump his thigh, so close to coming that I can barely think. “Please, Zach. Please—”
He finally stops and flips me onto my back. I gasp as my sensitive skin hits the mattress, and my dick bobs obscenely. He smirks as he shifts down the bed. “So fucking hard, aren’t you, Little Scorpion? Bet it aches.”
I shudder when his hot breath washes over my throbbing length. Biting my bottom lip, I try to close my legs. "Zach, y-you don't have to—"
He growls, spreading my thighs wide. “Don’t deny me.”
My breath hitches, and I arch up, letting out a low whine because I need him. Want him. “Please. It hurts.”
A soft chuckle fills the room as he leans over. But he bypasses my dick, sucking and licking my balls instead. When his tongue swipes up the seam, my hands fist the sheets.
Dry humping Zach might’ve caused me to crave him, but his mouth . . . fuck. “My dick. Zach, suck it. Fuck. Please. Just suck it.”
Of course, the bastard doesn’t give me what I need. Instead, he slaps my length, and I lift off the bed. “Watch that mouth.”
I’m panting, sweat lining my forehead as I fuck the goddamn air. Zach grips my hips, pinning them to themattress as he licks a slow stripe up my shaft. I try to buck, desperate for more friction, but he easily holds me down.
My head thrashes from side to side as I moan and curse, my hole clenching and unclenching. “Zach . . . so hard . . . fuck me, fuck me. Need to come.”
He swallows me to the hilt, his throat squeezing around my dick. I cry out, my hands fisting his hair as he bobs up and down, sucking me hard and fast.
I let out a strangled moan as his tongue plays with my piercing, my balls drawing up tight to my body. And when his teeth pull on it while he sucks the tip, I see stars and come harder than I ever have before, my whole body shaking and my vision whiting out from the force of it.
Zach swallows every drop, milking me until I'm spent and trembling. He pulls off my dick with a lewd pop, then crawls up my body.
When he goes to take off the collar, my fingers wrap around his wrist. “Leave it.”
He nods but unclips the leash and tosses it onto the floor. I grab his arm when he sits up, my heart pounding so loud my ears ring. “Stay. Please.”
My bottom lip trembles when he doesn’t say anything, his expression impassive like always. I let go of his arm, swallowing hard and waiting for him to walk out.
Why the fuck did I even ask?
But instead of standing, he removes his shirt, then lays back down and pulls me to him. I burrow close, resting my head on his chest. My fingers trace over the tattoos on his left arm, lingering on the scars beneath.
If I could go back, if I could change everything . . . maybe things would be different.
Maybe neither of us would be so broken.
Chapter 17
Zach
My sneakers crunch against the salt-covered sidewalk, the sound echoing in the pre-dawn quiet. I walk toward the sports complex, hands shoved into my jacket pockets, head low against the bite of the wind.
Everyone’s probably still asleep, enjoying their weekend, but I have a meeting with Coach Harper. Which meant my ass had to leave Merci’s before the sun came up to shower and change. Showing up to a meeting with my coach reeking of sex is out of the question.
