Hefty

“Zach,” I say in a muffled voice, my heels digging into his wide, muscular back. “Oh Jesus. Oh God. Oh God.”

He catches my knees in his hands and pushes them out wide, focusing hard on my buzzing bundle of nerves. Placing gentle raspberries over the top of it, laving it roughly with the flat of his tongue, and all the while, he breathes heavily, like a starved man devouring a feast. I can barely stand the pressure of my building orgasm. It’s monumental. Twisting me up.

My hips rear up off the bed, but he pins me down with a forearm and continues to exploit the rush of sensations, doggedly, daring me not to come. And the final straw is when our eyes lock. His tongue is out, flexing against my sex—and the world explodes. I scream into my hand and it’s too loud, I know it’s too loud. We could get caught, but Zach is suddenly on top of me, covering my mouth with his own hand, his other one stroking me through the climax. “Goddamn, baby. You are so fucking hot when you come.” When he determines I’m finished screaming, his hand leaves my mouth, traveling down to his zipper. Lowering it and releasing his straining shaft. “You’re hot when you take this, too, huh?”

Crudely, he fills me with his erection, every giant inch.

My drenched flesh accepts him impatiently, welcoming him with a hard clench.

His mouth lands on mine, muffling my whimpers, and I pray my mother is downstairs, because if she’s out in the hall—or anywhere upstairs—she definitely hears what’s going on in this bedroom. Thinking we could be quiet was a pipe dream. We’re too worked up, too desperate, too horny.

Especially when Zach starts to thrust and my bedsprings creak, creak, creak.

“Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth. “We’re going to get caught.”

“I know.”

“You’re so tight, baby,” he pants. “I can’t stop.”

The knob on my bedroom door jiggles and we freeze, Zach’s sex pulsing inside of me.

“Jill?” calls my mother, suspicion lacing her tone.

I struggle to make my voice sound normal, but it’s next to impossible because Zach is grinding into my slowly, his features contorted in pain. “Yes?”

“What are you doing in there?”

My pulse pounds in my temples. “Just talking.”

Several seconds tick by. “Be downstairs in five minutes.”

As soon as her footsteps echo down the hall, Zach is pulling me off the creaky bed onto the rug, which thankfully makes no sound at all. Intuition has me bending over on my hands and knees, but Zack lies down on his back, plucking me up by the waist and settling me astride his hips, sweat shining at his hairline. Wild excitement grips me. Finally, Zach is mine for the taking, bare chested and beautiful. In need of relief. I take his stiffness in my hands and bring it between my thighs, sinking down until it fill me completely.

“Oh my God,” he rasps, throwing his head back, his fingertips spearing into my hips. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought of this.”

Breathless, I start to move, working my hips up and back, fingers buried in my hair, enjoying his attention on my breasts, my undulating body. “Did you?” I purr. “Did you want me to come into your bedroom and ride you during all those sleepovers, Zach?”

A shudder wracks him. “Yes.”

I swallow a moan, my lower body rolling faster, pumping, pumping, inching his rigid staff out of me, then accepting it deep once again, making the veins in his neck stand out, his chest heave. “Once I dreamed you snuck into the living room while everyone was sleeping. That you lay down next to me and lifted up my nightshirt, so my panties were showing. That you…touched yourself.”

“I’m sorry.” Zach’s tongue wets the seam of his lips. “I only did it once.”

My breath catches. “That was real?”

He holds my hips steady and rifles his hips upward, driving his fat sex into me from below and all I can do is hold on, try not to scream, but it feels so good. So full and good. “You sat in my lap after dinner. All that wiggling around,” he gasps. “You’d made me so hard.”

“Bad, bad Zach,” I whisper, flinging myself down onto his big furry chest and taking control again, throwing my hips back and slapping them down, sheathing his inches in quick, quick, quick rises and falls of my hips, watching his jaw slacken, his eyes turn glassy as I ride him hard. “I forgive you. You just needed me so bad, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Jesus, yes.”

“I needed you, too.” I lick at his mouth, teasing his tongue with the tip of mine. “Now I get to have my boyfriend whenever I want him,” I whisper against his mouth. “Don’t I? Will you spoil me with this big, horny cock, baby?”