Watching him wash his shoulders, face, and hair, I wondered why he was following me. It was the only probable reason he kept popping up when I least expected him to. While a part of me was annoyed with his secrecy, I was glad he’d arrived when he had tonight. Those men were downright creepy and I shuddered at the thought of what they would’ve done to me if he hadn’t saved me. I should’ve thanked him, but his lazy indifference annoyed me.
While he was still in the shower, I quickly stepped out of the tub and reaching for a towel, secured it around my body. Grabbing another one, I walked out and dried my hair. I peeked out the window realizing this was the first time I was away from the safety of my home. Then I thought of Nathaniel and what he would’ve done to me if Zayne hadn’t arrived. I shuddered and rubbing my arms, I turned to find him watching me.
“You okay?” he asked. My nod must’ve not been very convincing because he neared me. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Ria.” He whispered pulling me into an embrace, immediately calming the tension from a moment ago. His hold was so comforting, I gave no thought to his naked chest or that a mere towel hid my body from him. “Are you hungry,” he asked, leaning back. I shook my head. “Come on.” He guided me to the bed and after I slid down under the covers, I removed the towel and dropped it to the floor. “Get some sleep.” He dropped a light kiss to my brow and I was already yawning, grateful he was there for me.
I opened my eyes with a soft sigh. It took a moment to register the heated warmth beneath my cheek. I blinked, trying to remember why and how I’d ended up in bed, drowsy with sleep and cossetted in Zayne’s arm. With my hand resting just below his rib cage, my head tucked in the crook of his shoulder and chest, I couldn’t deny the warm comfort of his embrace or the sizzle of his fingers resting on my hip. This was so like every teenager’s wet dream. Sleeping in the same bed with a hot man, especially one that claimed me as his, without doing anything. I rolled my eyes at that.
Still, those thoughts had me wondering what his dick looked like. Courtesy of Ishara, I’d seen dick pics but knowing a real one lay just an inch away had my body tingling and desperate for more of his earlier touch. Listening to his gentle breathing, I bit my lower lip in anticipation. Only a peek. No touching. What if I didn’t like what I saw? Would it ruin my expectation for all men? Ignoring the ping-pong going on in my head, I wet my lips.
Slowly and with as little movement as possible, I lifted the sheet covering our bodies. There was just enough light to make out the shape, nothing more. It looked huge. Then it moved and I gasped, dropping the sheet. Inching my head backward, I studied his face. He was still sleeping. I frowned. How did it move then? Swallowing as much saliva as I could, I took another look and this time when it jerked, I dropped the sheet and tried to move away. Only, his grip on my waist tightened. I looked up again, but his eyes were still closed.
“Would you like to touch it?” His sudden question startled me and if it wasn’t for his hand keeping me in place, I would’ve probably jumped off the bed. When I didn’t say anything, he popped open an eye and looked down at me. “Go on, touch it,” he coaxed, his sleepy voice so freaking sexy, I could listen to it all night long. Shaking my head, I bit my lip to keep from taking him up on his offer.
12
Zayne aka Gabriel(29 years)
When Ria hid her fear from me last night, I had this uncanny urge to console her and make her an eternal promise to protect her. I subsequently hadn't thought twice about us sleeping naked in the same bed together. Now as I stared down at the trembling beauty nestled in my arm, her warm body snug against mine, those soft green eyes peering up at me with undisguised need, I wasn’t sure it was a wise decision.
Inviting her to touch me wasn’t a smart idea either because I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from fucking her if she did. But when she shook her head, it took every ounce of restraint to not push. Control was my middle name. Calm my last but watching this girl look at me, uncertainty swimming in those innocent depths, her lips parted in anticipation, the man downstairs was close to taking charge, and coaxing him into patience was proving futile by the second.
Then she bit her lip and I cursed. Giving no thought to my action, I moved so quickly, she gave a little yelp of surprise as I rolled over on top of her, pinning her beautiful body beneath mine and positioning myself between her legs. I kept my body up and my weight off her by leaning on my elbows. Bowing my head, I dropped a soft kiss to the lip she’d just abused and sucked the plump flesh into my mouth. Her breath hitched in her throat, the earlier tremble now a full-blown shudder, ran rampant through her body. And just as she pulled in a deep breath, I claimed her mouth in a kiss that started slow, then spiraled out of control. I knew I had to be gentle with her but every fucking nerve in my body wound tight with need, pushed for me to take her hard, to bury my cock deep inside her sweet pussy.
I ravished her mouth like a starved animal and fuck if she didn’t respond with equal vigor. Her hands slipped into my hair then down, heaven on my back when her nails dug into my skin, just like I’d imagined. I pushed my thigh between her legs, and she squealed into my mouth, her pussy wet, warm, and mine for the taking. She spread her legs wider, leaving me with the vision of my cock sliding into her pussy with long slow strokes. My cock harder than a fucking steel rod, jerked against the wet heat, and her hips lifted, searching for more. Forcing back my arousal, I pulled away, breaking the kiss.
“No,” she whimpered against my lips.
“Fuck, baby girl.” My eyes found hers. “I want nothing more than to fuck you right now, to cream this pretty little cunt, but we can’t.” I kissed her neck, sucking her skin between my teeth.
She gasped. “Why?”
I looked at her. Fuck, if those innocent eyes didn’t get me, every time. Lowering my head, I licked into her mouth, and she let out a small high-pitched sound that went straight to my cock. Again, I stopped kissing her.
“Zayne, please.” That name on her lips did something to me, I couldn’t explain. Maybe because it was a reminder that we shared something new. I lifted my head to look at her, my eyes questioning. “You did say you were Zayne, just for me, right?” I nodded. “Then that’s what I want, what’s mine.”
“In time, I promise,” I whispered, rocking my hips gently and she closed her eyes against the shudder that ran through her. But fuck, I wanted more. Supporting myself on one elbow, I reached down between us and cradled the gentle curve of her ass in my free hand, using it to rock us together in a sweet tease that was torture on my control and unsure how long I’d be able to hold out. I slid the head of my cock through her slick pussy without sinking inside and she moaned low in her throat. “You like that?”
