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His hands hold my hips still as he continues his torture. I’m still so sensitive from coming just a few minutes ago. I whine when he pulls away, looking up at me from under his lashes. I watch as he sucks his pointer finger into his mouth. “I want you to tell me if this hurts at all, okay?”
I give him another nod and he circles the tip of his finger around my opening before slowly pushing it in. My mouth falls open at thenew sensation. Zane watches my face closely for any sign of pain. I can feel my pussy clench around his finger. He stops once his finger is knuckle deep. His head tilts to the side. “It should be right about…” He does something with his finger that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Here.” His voice is husky and satisfied as he repeats the motion.
I cry out when his mouth goes back to my clit and his finger continues to work inside of me. My hips try to roll and he presses his free hand just above my pelvic bone to keep my still. He starts moving faster, making my whole body tingle until suddenly, I freeze. “Zane… I think I need to pee.”
He pauses, pulling away from me and the feeling passes. “Still feel it?” he asks when my brow furrows.
I shake my head; he bites his lip. “I don’t think you need to pee. Just relax. I don’t know much, but my research says that’s a common feeling.”
“Okay,” I say, lying back.
Zane goes right back to work and that same feeling rises once again. He keeps a steady pace as waves of pleasure flow over me. I almost feel like I’m drowning. The pleasure is so much more intense than when I came earlier.
I’m so overwhelmed that I claw at the blanket and cry out unintelligibly. When I finally come again, my whole body bucks off the mattress and Zane has to grab my hips to keep me from jerking around. I feel dazed as I look down my body at Zane. His chin is dripping and his shirt it soaked. I gasp, sitting up. “Did I pee on you?” I cover my mouth with my hands, horrified.
Zane shakes his head. “It’s not pee. See, smell it.” He raises his soaked hand so I can sniff it.
It smells musky and a bit like me, but it doesn’t smell like pee. “What happened?” I bite my lip.
Zane rubs his dry hand soothingly up and down my thigh. “It’s a lot more common than people think. A little less than fifty percent of women can ejaculate. It’s commonly referred to as squirting. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We’ll just make sure we’re prepared next time.” He tells me softly. I nod my head and he stands up,holding his hands out to me. “Let’s get this all cleaned up before Sandy gets back.” I nod eagerly because no way do I want Sandy to come home to this mess.
We get the floor cleaned up and I let Zane borrow a shirt. He does make me turn around this time as he changes and I pout the whole time. By the time Sandy gets back, there’s no mess and Zane is already on his way out. He presses a soft kiss to my lips before he leaves, and Sandy waggles her brows at me as soon as he turns his back.
1 policeman.
Sloane
Iwalk into the kitchen to find Z facing off with Lennox. “So you had nothing to do with the guy who was castrated on campus?” Nox demands, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No. I wasn’t even near there that day. I was looking for Viv to ask her to dinner,” Z defends.
Nox huffs. “Fine. If you say you had nothing to do with it, I have no choice but to believe you. He doesn’t remember what happened anyway. Last thing he remembers is leaving class, but he swears he doesn’t do drugs. So if you did do something, he hasn’t said anything. Yet.”
Z rolls his eyes. “I didn’t do anything.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
I do a double take at what he’s wearing. His too small T-shirt is pink and has a cat wearing a tiara on the front and his gray sweatpants are pulled up to just under his knees. “What the hell are you wearing?” I ask, startling them both.
Z’s face turns red. “My clothes got messy. It’s none of your business.”
This makes Nox smirk. “Is that why you came home and shovedyour clothes in the washer? You smell like sex. What exactly got on your clothes?”
Z’s face turns impossibly more red, “Not. Your. Business.”
Nox frowns, stepping closer. “Did you and Viv have sex?” Z shakes his head. “Were you with someone else?” Nox’s face turns dangerous as he glares at Z.
Viv, there’s that name again. There’s no way Z’s girl and my Viviana are the same person, right?
Z’s face pales and I swear he actually turns green at the accusation. “No. Of course not.”
Nox narrows his eyes. “Then what happened to your clothes?”
Z looks away, yanking his too tight pants up from where they’re trying to slip down his ass. He mutters something I can’t hear. “Huh?” Nox leans in closer.
Z throws his head back, releasing an exasperated sigh. “I came in my pants! Happy?” he snaps, glaring at both of us.
I raise my hands, shocked I’m getting yelled at when I haven’t done anything. Nox apparently has no self-preservation. “Okay, but what happened to your shirt?”
“What?” Z asks avoiding eye contact.
