Page 73 of Calling a Cease-Fire

I sent him a stern look. “Less talking, more getting your clothes off.”

“What if I don’t want to?” he pouted.

I was now completely naked with my hands on my hips. I started to turn, looking for an article of clothing to pick up as I pouted right back. “I can go home and use my vibrator then.” Because two can play that game.

His eyes flared. “Next time, bring it with you. I want you to show me.”

I raised a brow. “Show you how I get myself off with my toy?”

He nodded. “Fuck yeah. I want to watch you.”

That had my need shooting up even more. I definitely wanted to do all the kinky things with him.

He tore his shirt over his head and then pulled a condom from his pocket.

I raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled with a shrug. “Stuck it in there earlier. Figured we’d need it at some point tonight if we didn’t make it up to the bedroom.”

He wasn’t getting an argument from me. I appreciated a well-prepared man.

My focus firmly riveted to the very obvious bulge in his pants, I licked my lips as he hastily removed his sweats and rolled the condom down. Straddling his lap again, I sighed as I seated myself on his thick cock. God, I loved how perfectly he filled me.

One arm wrapped around my back, and he fisted his other hand in my hair, bringing my mouth down to his. This kiss held no gentleness, just pure need. I rocked my hips, and with each movement my clit rubbed against his pelvis.

His mouth left mine and trailed down, sucking on my pulse beating wildly in my neck. It sent me higher and higher. With the hand in my hair, he pulled me back enough where he could cup my breast, then lowered his mouth. I fisted his hair, holding him tightly to me as he sucked and flicked my nipple with his tongue.

I moved against him over and over, rotating my hips. Loosening my grip on his hair, I ran my fingers through the unruly strands. A sigh of pleasure slipped from his lips, and I opened my eyes to see him watching me.

So much emotion stared back at me. He was such an open book. All of it right there on his face. And I could never give him that. He eventually deserved someone who could, and I had no doubt he would find her. But I would enjoy being with him while I was able to.

He gripped my hips, stopping me from moving, and I gasped when his hand landed with a thwack on my ass.

“On your knees on the couch,” he ordered, lifting me up.

I scrambled off him and did as he asked, resting my forearms against the back of the sofa.

Standing behind me, he ran his hand over my tender ass. “How’s it feel?”

“Fine,” I answered without thinking.

“Hmm. I might need to fix that.”

I shook my ass, inviting him to do it. He smacked it hard. Once, twice, and the third time I moaned loudly from the contact. Jesus. Never knew how much I would enjoy this.

“Tell me I’m the only one who’s done this for you.”

I swallowed, surprised at myself for even allowing this. But I trusted Zack. Completely. Something I couldn’t say about anyone else I’d ever dated.

“You’re the first,” I whispered.

He growled and slapped my ass a few more times before lining up his cock with my entrance again and surging forward.

His thrusts were powerful, bottoming out inside me with each drive forward.

“Play with your clit, baby.”

Reaching down, I pressed hard against the tender bud, circling it as he drilled into me. I screamed out as I came, but he didn’t stop, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me he could.

“You’re going to do that again for me.”