I’ve never seenthe guest room Zoe uses at ‘Vil’s because I never stay over at his place. With the original C Crue house basically onthe same patch of land, when I’m done hanging out at his place, I walk the paved path to the gated door, punch the code and go home. Honestly, I don’t even visit his place that often. Though if Zoe comes here in secret, that’ll change.
Z’s talking fast, which tells me she’s nervous. The room’s a deep blue color with ivory crown molding. She talks about how the decorator thought the color Rachel chose was too dark, but Zoe likes it. That doesn’t surprise me. The day Zoe takes the side of any random stranger over Rachel is one I’ll probably never see.
Zoe points out things like she’s giving me a tour. I guess I did tell her to show me the room, but I didn’t expect her to take that suggestion literally.
“These two pictures are from our Langston show. What a beautiful job you guys did restoring the theater. Did I ever say how much I loved it?”
“Zoe.” My voice is low, and I draw out her name.
She shivers and then turns.
“Yes, C?”
“Come here.”
She doesn’t so much walk to me as glide. Her hands land on the front of my shirt. “Of course, it’s not your masterpiece. That’s something else.”
Hmm.“My what now?”
Her hands slide under the shirt to press against my abs. “The best thing you’ve built is this body,” she whispers.
Maybe she is a little drunk after all.
“Hmm.” Any guy with a set of weights can build a strong body. The best thing I’ve ever built is an empire. I don’t say that though. She’s flirting, and there’s nothing in the world I want more than that right now. “It’s been a while since you’ve seen it. Want to take inventory?”
“God yes,” she whispers, sliding her hands up to my chest. Her arms are trapped under the fabric of my shirt, and I like them there. “Do I have to be spanked first?”
“You deserve to be,” I say, playing along. My cock’s already so hard I could crack concrete with it. “Think you could handle it? It’s been so long I bet you don’t remember how to behave. There’s a baby sleeping nearby, and quiet has never been your strong suit.”
Her lips pout at me. “I can be quiet.”
That answers the question of whether she wants it herself or only brought it up because she thinks I do.
“Get your clothes off. All of them.”
She shivers and then obeys, undressing the way she does so many things, with style and well trained grace.
When she’s naked before me in all her glory, I’m half tempted to fuck her fast and hard the first time and save everything else for later.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My voice is rough with an almost angry edge. This is what I’ve had to miss for so many weeks. “Lie over the edge of the bed.”
“C, can’t I be on your lap?” she pleads.
She’s getting close to topping from the bottom, but at the moment I don’t care. I just want my hands on her. I also want to give her exactly what she wants because I plan to take the same in return.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Will you take your shirt off?” she asks, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and starting to raise it.
I catch her wrists and stop her. “I will, but not yet. Settle down. We have all night.”
Her thighs press together. She’s too hot and too buzzed to control her urges. My own body’s response matches her hunger.I love her this way, and every way that involves her being naked and under my control.
There’s a low chair in the corner that’s got velvety fabric. I march her to it and sit down.
She lies over my lap instantly, raising her magnificent ass for me.
I exhale slowly, telling my cock to chill for a minute. He’ll get his turn soon. I secure her hands in the small of her back, which makes her squirm.
