“Louise,” he groans against my mouth, lips sipping mine before settling back in for another soul stealing kiss. I’m so wet I’m aching, and my panties are soaked. The friction of his leg against my clit isn’t quite enough; I need more. I need him. Need him inside me. “Fuck.”
I nod against his mouth. “Yes, please.”
He chuckles, his breath puffing out against my face, and he presses his forehead to mine, rolling it there. “You have no idea how badly I want that, Louise.”
I whine in protest, sensing a rejection coming. “But—”
“I’m not saying no,” he whispers, dragging his mouth over mine to shush me. He kisses me quickly, roughly, and I all but melt against him. “I’m done saying no to you. But I’m on borrowed time right now as it is.”
Oh. Right.
The girls.
Tightening my arms around his neck, I sink into another kiss, pressing my entire body against his. Just one more. His kisses are like a drug; one I’m rapidly becoming addicted to. I know I should stop this. Not only because of Zach’s situation, but because I’m painfully self-aware and know if I keep this up… I’m going to catch feelings for this man.
Then he’ll leave. Like they all do.
Oh, but god, does it feel good.
And I know that I’m powerless to stop this train from steamrolling down this track, regardless of the destination. Knowing full well that when he does disappear, it will devastate me.
“The girls are going to my mom’s next weekend for a sleepover,” he whispers roughly, dragging his mouth from mine, his words ragged against my lips. “Come over.”
“Okay,” I whisper back, nodding. Of course, I say yes. Excitement courses through me. I don’t have it in me to say no to Zach.
“I need you to understand what you’ve done. What you have coming for you,” he warns, gripping my hair in his fist and angling my face up so that we’re staring at each other again. I’m a panting, horny mess. I want this man so damn badly. “Tell me you understand, Louise.”
“I understand,” I breathe.
“Good girl,” he rasps in return, his eyes traveling all over my face before coming back to my own. “I can’t wait to see how well you take it.”
“Holy shit.” The words are barely audible. I’m aching and shameless as I grind myself on his thigh again. God it feels so good.
“You needy little thing,” he groans, spanning his fingers across the underside of my jaw, squeezing a little tighter.
“I haven’t gotten to…take care of myself since last night,” I whine, shifting against him.
“Goddammit,” he rasps, dropping his forehead to mine and rolling it there. “Are you going to make yourself cum when I leave?”
I nod frantically, still grinding against his thigh. Oh god. “Zach. I might right now…”
“Fuckkk.” His mouth drops to mine and he kisses me ravenously. “Are you gonna cum riding my thigh, Princess?” I nod again, my fingers gripping the back of his shirt. I’m so close. His lips leave mine, trailing over my cheekbone as he whispers, “Do it, baby. Cum all over me. Give me something to think about. Just know that I’m going to spank you later for not letting me experience your first orgasm on my cock.”
The back of my head thumps into the wall behind me as I begin to shake, on the brink of orgasm, his threat stealingmy breath and sending stars dancing behind my tightly closed eyelids. I don’t even care. “Zach, oh god, I’m…”
“There it is,” he groans, palming my ass hard in his other hand and pulling me against him. “Give it to me, Louise.”
“Oh fuckkk, Zach,” I whine, coming so hard my legs give out and he’s the only thing keeping me upright against the wall. Zach’s mouth finds mine again, kissing me as I come down from that high. “Ohmygod.”
My entire body sags against his, all the strength leaving me and I can’t stop the breathy laugh that escapes. His palm finally leaves my throat, trailing up and over my cheek, and smoothing my hair away from my face as he kisses me again. This kiss is slow and languid and unhurried, like he’s savoring it just as much as I am.
“I can’t believe I just did that.”
Zach steps away from me and I lean heavily against the wall at my back. Heart hammering in my chest, still panting heavily, I gaze up at him. God he’s so handsome.
Pushing away from the wall, I steady myself on shaking legs and head back toward the door, but I’m brought up short when he stops me, palming my ass through my leggings again from behind me.
And then that same palm cracks down on my ass cheek sharply and I gasp, whipping my head around toward him. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he stares down at my backside, his fingers smoothing over the spot.
