I tuck my long, raven locks behind my ears, and I drop to my knees. Reaching into Zayn’s dark jeans, I pull him out. He’s already so hard. I hold his massive length in both of my fists, several inches of his cock still remaining ungripped. I letout a little sigh as I peer up at him. His large hands gently smooth over my hair and pull it back from my neck. He strokes his fingers over my cheek and drops them into the side of my mouth, jerking it wide open. I spread my lips for him, liquid heat coursing through my body to pool low in my belly.
Shit, I want this.It scares me how much I want this.And I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted this. To fall to my knees for someone and surrender so wholly.
As if sensing my inner conflict, Zayn runs a large hand over my hair. His voice is a low rumble when he speaks—soothing, like Bundy’s purr. “Doc, you don’t have t?—”
But I don’t let him finish his sentence before spitting on his cock.
“Jesusfuck,” Zayn expels on a heavy sigh.
And I don’t wait for him to say more as I draw him into my mouth. I push forward a few inches and then a few more, eating up his length. When I feel the tip of his cock reach the back of my throat, I swallow him down. Zayn lets out a groan, pushing in farther as I swallow him again. His hands fly to my jawline, just under my ears, and he gently rubs and massages the hinges of my jaw as I relax further and take him deeper.
Peeking upward, I catch him close his eyes and toss his head back in clear ecstasy.Damn. I feel so powerful in this moment. So free. He pushes subtle thrusts into my mouth and throat. I bob as I consume him. Zayn’s fingers find my hair again and pull it back from my neck, wrapping the length around his fist. He pulls slowly, and I moan. He bucks deep in my mouth at the sound.
Tears spring to my eyes as he fucks my mouth in the middle of the kitchen. I suck hard as I swallow him down over and over.
His thrusts grow quicker, and he grunts out, “Where do you want it, baby?”
My only reply is to suck him in deeper, pushing my tongue out flat as my mouth devours him once again.
His voice is a low, drawn-out growl now as he chokes out, “Fuck, you swallow me so fucking well.”
Then, abruptly, his thrusts still and he wraps both hands round my neck as he releases into my mouth. Hot ropes of his come coat the back of my throat, and he is lodged in so deep, I can barely taste him.
I suck him to the back of my throat and roll my tongue again until I feel him start to soften. Gently, almost reluctantly, he slides out of my mouth and pulls me upward to bring me close to his chest. Our panting breaths are synced up as he holds me to him.
Holy shit. I can’t believe I just did that. And it was perfect.
I have never enjoyed giving oral before and I had just fallen to my knees right here in the middle of my kitchen. Like I was possessed or something.
Meeting Zayn’s eyes, I see the same fire burning within me mirrored there.
“Come here,” he growls, and grabbing the back of my neck, drags me to him. Our mouths meet in a searing kiss.
The teapot sings as we slam against the kitchen counter. Zayn hefts me up onto the countertop, knocking the ceramic mugs askew. His lips move over mine as he eats me up. I move my hands to the back of his neck to draw him closer. The scream of the teapot echoes in my ears, quickly drowned out by the hammering of my own heart.
Zayn’s tongue invades my mouth, hot and urgent. His hands roam up under my black sweater to find my breast. He is hard again and pressing against my center. Our lips layer again in a frantic embrace. Zayn places his hand underneath one of my jean-clad knees and lifts it to the side, opening me to him.
I roll my hips, utterly lost to the feel of his taut body against mine. Zayn meets my wild need and presses me impossibly closer. We start to dry hump, and a whimper leaves my throat.
God, do I want him.
I feel his hand trail down my stomach to unbutton my jeans when that little voice pipes up in the back of my mind once again:What the fuck are you doing, Katherine? This man stalked you. Watched you.
And with a pained moan, I shove Zayn away from me.
“Oh my god,” I breathe out, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! We can’t do this,” my voice ragged.
Zayn backs away from me, his palms facing outward in a soothing gesture.
“Okay. It’s alright, Kat. We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” he assures.
He lets an easy smile stretch across his lips as he tucks himself back into his jeans.
Ha! That’s the problem:I want it all when it comes to this man.I want him on top of me, and inside me, and I don’t care that we don’t know each other well yet, or that I had invited him in for tea and then promptly swallowed his cock, or that he probably thinks I am a total whore by now.
I hop off the counter and bury my face in my hands. Turning quickly, I reach over to turn off the stove burner. The teapot’s shrill scream fades into silence.
“You… should probably go,” I say, still breathing hard and knowing my resolve is about as strong as the filter paper on the tea bags discarded on the counter.
