The footsteps above me go silent, and then they’re headed back toward the stairs.
I have seconds before he’s down them.
I sprint down the hallway and around the corner, ducking behind the couch just as I hear the creak of the first step at the top.
“I hope you realize when I catch you, I’m going to fuck you, Louise,” he warns, and the way his voice is all low and gravelly does something to my insides. God, this man. “It’s not anif.”
Swallowing hard, I focus on quieting my breathing as he passes back through the living room, stopping at the entrance to the hallway. He takes another step, passing through the entrance, and I shoot up, skirting around the couch and sprinting for the stairs.
The thunder of footsteps behind me spurs me on, and I half scream, half laugh as I take the first several stairs two at a time. I’m panting, heart pounding. Excitement and desire crash through me as I vault up the stairs.
But Zach has half a foot of height on me and longer legs, not to mention longer arms that make it that much easier for him to gain on me and catch me.
His hand wraps around my ankle, halting my forward momentum and I crash to the landing at the top in front of me, cushioning the fall with my hands, another quiet scream escaping me. Before I can attempt to crawl away, his arms arewrapped around my waist, hauling my back against his front, his knees bracketing mine on the step below.
His mouth is hot on my neck, hands gripping roughly, and god, I love every second of it. I can feel him, hard and heavy, against my ass where he’s curled around me.
“You naughty fucking thing,” he growls against my neck, then presses his mouth there in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Moaning, I tilt my head to the side, granting him better access. “Fuck, Louise. You can’t even pretend to fight it, can you? You want it too badly, don’t you?”
Thirty-Six
Zach
“I’m going to fuck you right here on the stairs, understand?” I rasp against her neck, my mouth moving up toward hers. Trailing my lips along her ear, I beg on a whisper, “Fuck, Louise, tell me this is okay.”
Nodding frantically, she grinds her ass against me, at the same time trying to turn her head to reach for my mouth with her own.
“Yes,” she breathes, as if she doesn’t want to break the spell, either. “Don’t stop.”
I nip at her lower lip sharply with my teeth, making her gasp, and then a breathy, panting moan leaves her lips, and I swallow it with a kiss. It’s rough, and carnal, and heady. I can’t get enough of her.
Honestly, the further I fall down this hole with her, the more I never want to climb my way back out of it. I want to stay, just like this. With her.
I’ve spent the last several years just going through the motions. Surviving. Trying to make the best of everything, for my girls.
I feel alive with Louise. For the first time in so long. She’s brought me back to life.
I spin her around, pushing her down until she’s laying flat on the floor at the top of the stairs, her knees draped over the first step. Her golden hair splays in a pool around her head as I pry her knees apart, my fingers digging into the soft, bare flesh on the inside of her knees in a way that makes me fucking feral.
She’s all sweet softness to my hardness. Smooth to my rough.
Light to my shadows. Sunshine to my darkest nights.
And all she’s wearing is my FD t-shirt and the skimpiest fucking pair of panties I’ve ever seen in my life.
Shoving my pants down far enough to pull my cock out of my boxer briefs, I push her bare thighs open, then reach down and run my fingers up and down the triangle of fabric covering her pussy, then groan. She’s soaked. Moving her panties to the side, I bare her to me.
“So wet for this,” I groan, running my fingers along her slit, then up and around her clit. Her back bows off the floor, a ragged, breathy moan falling from her lips. My cock is so hard I’m aching, precum leaking out of the tip. I grip the base of it, giving it a squeeze before lining the head up at her entrance. “So fucking ready for me, Princess. Like you wanted to get caught.”
She nods, her eyes on mine. The lamp downstairs is dim, casting shadows up on the vaulted ceiling above us.
I shunt my hips forward, pushing all the way inside. Her throat arches, her pussy squeezes around me at the intrusion, and the sexiest fucking whimper leaves her lips.
Dropping onto my hands on either side of her head, I rock against her, going as deep as I can, over and over.
“Open your eyes,” I tell her, staring down into her face. Goddamn she’s so fucking pretty. So fucking pretty, and mine. She does as she’s told, her green eyes meeting mine. Mouth dropped open, eyes heavy lidded and hazy. “I’m going to fuck you, Louise.” She nods, catching her lower lip between her teeth when I pick up the pace. “And then I’m going to take you downstairs, and you’re going to bend over and let me make this ass mine, too.”
Her eyes go wide, her mouth dropping open at my words. Her hands scrabble at my sides, her knees drawing up on either side of my hips. Crashing my mouth to hers, I kiss her. There’s nothing gentle about this, but she told me not to act like I’ll break her.
