Above and Beyond (Twist of Fate 4)

Zach’s nose landed in the crease between my leg and my sac and ran up my body until his mouth latched on to one of my nipples and sucked hard. I grabbed his head with a shout and pulled my legs around his back, locking my ankles together as if scared he might float away.

His eyes glanced up at mine, searing me with the heat in their depths. I felt like time stood still for a few heartbeats until his lips widened into a grin and my poor nipple felt the cool air of the room again.

“You said something earlier about the sex,” he said.

I didn’t have nearly enough brain cells to figure out how to respond. “Huh?”

“Sex. The sex. Our sex… sex.” The teasing twinkle in his eyes reminded me of my stupid babbling earlier in the parking lot.

“Shut up.” I would have pushed him away if I hadn’t wanted him right where he was. “Less talking, more doing.”

Zach leaned up to kiss me, and I was surprised by the tenderness of his lips on mine. The frenetic pace of the lead-up was gone, and the sweet, gentle attention he paid my mouth was more like a slow dance.

I ran my hands up his arms to his shoulders and around the back of his neck in hopes it would keep him from pulling away. But by the time he even let me take a breath, all thoughts of Zach leaving me were gone and my body was a heap of putty begging for him to mold it into whatever shape he wanted.

My skin was cool where his openmouthed kisses had left trails all over. My cock pulsed and my brain skittered around in all directions, unable to settle on what exactly I wanted him to do next.

“Turn over,” he finally said, pulling on my hip when I took too long to process his words. As soon as I landed on my stomach on the crisp sheets, I grabbed handfuls of them and arched my ass back at him in desperation.

“Please,” I moaned into the edge of the pillow.

His hand came down on my ass hard, forcing a surprised gasp out of me. The swat only made my dick harder, and I humped into the bed for friction.

“God, this ass,” Zach muttered under his breath. “I’ve spent hours thinking about watching your naked ass jiggle under my touch.” He grabbed each of my cheeks and squeezed, kneading and separating them so boldly, it brought embarrassed heat to my face.

He spanked me again, once on each cheek. The smacks were hard enough that I wondered if my pale skin sported a red handprint in the shape of Zach’s large palm. I hoped to god he’d left his mark on me.

“Please,” I whispered again.

He leaned over me until the stubble near his lips scraped against the shell of my ear. “You like it when I spank you?” Zach’s voice was so deep, it sent shudders through my whole body.

“Oh god.” My brain was like static and my balls tightened to the point of serious discomfort. I needed to come. I was ready to beg him for it.

“Answer me.”

I closed my eyes and surrendered the last scrap of pride or protection or whatever it was called. All this time, I hadn’t wanted to appear weak or young or needy around him any more than I already did. But it was truth-telling time, and this was my truth.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I like it when you take control of me.”

Now it was his turn to shudder. I felt his groan vibrate against my back and into my ear. The words must have ignited something in him because within seconds he was all over me, nipping and biting at my neck, my shoulders, and my spine, all while his calloused fingers probed my ass with slick lube. His lips and teeth distracted me from the bite and pull of his fingers, until the sensations were too much and from too many directions all at once.

Somehow, he knew that I was about to lose it. He turned me onto my side and lay down behind me as if suddenly we were no longer having sex, but spooning.

“Okay?” he asked, holding one arm tightly across my chest as the other moved between us. Finally, finally, I felt the blunt press of his dick against my hole.

My breath whooshed out in relief and I wanted to cry. Every nerve ending in my skin was tweaked and vibrating, ready for the release his movements promised. He stretched me even more than his fingers had, and I tried my best to breathe and relax for him. His murmured words of encouragement heated the back of my neck.

“Zach,” I said, as if he was somehow able to figure out what I meant.

“Shh. I have you.” He finally thrust the rest of the way in until I felt the tickle of his pubic hair against the skin of my ass. His hand came around to hold my hip until he reached further around to grab my dick.