He pulls me around in front of him, pressing his front against my back. His erection prods my ass, and I whimper. “See what you do to me, beautiful,” he murmurs, brushing my hair aside and planting a slew of drugging kisses along my neck. I arch my head back and close my eyes, giving myself over to sensation.
Ever so slowly, he tugs the zipper on my dress down my back, continuing to kiss my neck and nibble on my earlobe. Suctioning his lips against my neck, he sucks hard on my skin while sliding my dress off my shoulders until it’s pooling at my feet, leaving me in my black lace thong and matching bra. “Turn around,” he demands, his voice thick with lust. Gulping back nerves, I spin around, watching his greedy gaze roam my body. “Fucking gorgeous.” He palms my breasts through my bra as I fumble with the button on his jeans. My hands are shaking, and my heart is slamming against my rib cage, beating faster than usual. “Relax.” He takes my hands, smiling softly at me. “Get on the bed.”
I climb on the bed in my underwear as he removes his clothes, crawling over me in just his boxers. He kisses me deeply as his hands skim my body, and gradually, I relax, sinking into the comfy bed. Unclasping my bra, he tosses it aside as his mouth descends on my quivering flesh. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, the peak hardening to the point of pain, as he softly caresses my other breast. Then he alternates, worshipping my breasts until my chest is heaving and my panties are flooded with liquid need. “Zayn,” I rasp. “I need you.”
“I’ve got you,” he promises against my overheated skin, gliding down my body. Hooking his thumbs in my panties, he drags them down my legs before parting my thighs and diving in. His tongue trails a path up and down my sex, and I grab fistfuls of the bed sheets as he devours me with his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed as I come, shattering into a thousand sparkling pieces. Thank God, his brother is not here and his guardian is away on business again because there is no way I can keep quiet with the things he does to my body.
I watch as he gets rid of his boxers and rolls a condom over his impressive length. He strokes himself as he climbs over me, pinning me with dark eyes full of need. “This will hurt, but I’ll go slow.”
I nod, unable to form words. Adrenaline courses through my veins, and butterflies have taken up residence in my chest. He kisses me for an eternity, sliding his tongue against mine, and I forget to be nervous until I feel him nudging my entrance, and I tense up. “Relax for me, beautiful.” He stares at me, and we maintain eye contact as he slowly inches inside me. There’s a pinch of pain, and I chew on the inside of my mouth, stifling a whimper. I’m bathing in so many different emotions as he fills me up. “You feel so good.” He sweeps hair back off my face, staring at me adoringly. “Thank you for honoring me like this.”
For some stupid reason, tears prick my eyes. He stills inside me, concern radiating on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I wrap my legs around his waist and cup his face, stretching up to kiss him. “I just wasn’t expecting to feel so emotional.”
“You’re beautiful inside and out, Emery. Always remember that.”
I kiss him again, thrusting my hips up and urging him to move.
It hurts. A lot. But he is patient and careful, moving very slowly in and out of me until the pain fades and a new, more pleasurable sensation replaces it. A blissful groan leaks from my lips when he pivots his hips, driving deeper inside me. “More,” I whisper, grazing my teeth along his neck. “You can go faster.”
He picks up his pace, pounding into me with a look of fierce concentration on his face. Sliding his hands under my butt, he lifts my hips, and I cry out as he presses against some magic spot inside me, and stars burst behind my eyes. “You’re so fucking hot like this, Emery, but I need more.” He palms one cheek. “You trust me, yeah?”
I nod, and he flips me over, yanking my butt up and nudging my thighs wider with his legs. “Buckle up, baby. I’m about to rock your world.” He slides back inside me before pulling back out, gradually building up speed until he’s thrusting into me like a madman. Curses litter the air as he digs his hands into my hips, fucking me into oblivion. I can only hang on for the ride. “Come with me,” he demands, moving his fingers to my clit and rubbing furiously, matching the strokes of his fingers to the strokes of his cock. “Fuck, yes,” he roars, drilling into me so far it feels like he’s pressing against my cervix. His wild ministrations pay off, and I come again, my inner walls squeezing his cock as we both orgasm.
After disposing of the condom, he returns from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. My cheeks turn fire-engine red as he cleans between my legs. “I’m sorry for ruining your sheets,” I say, spotting the light blood spatters on the bed.
“It’ll come out in the wash.” He throws the cloth on the ground, crawling back up beside me. He reels me into his arms, and I rest my head on his warm chest. “Are you okay?”
“I’m peachy.” I sigh contentedly as he smooths a hand up and down my back. There’s a raw ache between my legs that is a little uncomfortable, but I don’t regret doing it.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asks, playing with my hair.
I lift my chin, peering into his beautiful brown eyes. Honestly, I could stare at his stunning face all day. He could be a model—he’s that good-looking. “I liked it a lot,” I truthfully admit. “I’m glad I did it with you.”
He shoots me a half smile that twists my stomach into knots. “What?” I whisper, sensing something is wrong.
“I’m not sure I’m worthy of such a gift.”
“Why would you say that?” I prop up on one elbow, brushing hair out of my eyes. This isn’t the first time he’s alluded to the same sentiment.
“You’re far too good for me, Emery.” His fingers sweep across my cheek. “I had you pegged all wrong.”
“Don’t put yourself down, Zayn. You’re a good person, a good brother, and a good boyfriend.” I kiss the tip of his nose. I have zero regrets,” I add, snuggling into his side and holding him close.
Even though I know there is no future for us, and I doubt I will see him after tonight, I don’t regret what we just did.
I never will.
It has just always felt right.
Chapter Nine
Zayn
Igive myself a stern pep talk as I sit in the taxi outside Emery’s house. I know I need to do this, but for the first time, it feels wrong. Yet I have no choice. That bitch Lindsay needs to be punished, and this was the only way. “Don’t leave.” I thrust a hundred-dollar bill into the driver’s hand. “I’ll only be gone a few minutes, and I’ll give you another one of those when I return.”
