Page 16 of After Hours
Like this was about more than sex, and that was the kind of thinking that was going to get him in trouble.
So instead he concentrated on the kind of trouble that would get them both off.
He had his own toys and a bed that he’d constructed to suit his whims and favorite fantasies, but he doubted very much thatRomily had the kind of experience that would make that work for a first-time tour through the kind of sex he liked.
And was certain she was going to like too, if that hungry, blissed-out look on her face was any indication.
Tonight was going to have to be a little appetizer. A taste of what was to come, to stimulate the appetite.
And besides, he’d always been a little bitearthierthan some of his friends in the scene. A little more down to earth, or so he like to think.
Less drama, more fucking.
Because to Zachary’s mind, props were all well and good. He had quite a few favorites himself. But he’d always thought that if you didn’t know how to create the kind of power exchange that got you off without them, you probably weren’t very good at it.
Guess he’d find that out tonight too.
He reached down and helped Romily up, keeping his grip on her shoulders as she breathed a little too heavy and seemed uncertain on her feet.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he told her, his voice a low, authoritative growl.
He watched the effect it had on her. The way she stood a little straighter, even though she shivered more. He watched as goosebumps wound their way down the sides of her neck, and made her nipples into even tighter points.
If he reached down, he knew she’d be wet and silky.
So he kept going. “Hard. Deep. That’s how I like it. And there’s no telling what I might do while I’m pounding into you like that. I’m going to get my hands on that ass. At least one finger in your asshole. Because someday, probably soon, I’m going to bend you over and fuck that hot little ass, too.”
Zachary studied her as he spoke, taking inventory of her responses. The way her pupils dilated. The way her lips parted, and that pulse that went wild at her throat to match her breath.
The way the things he said he’d do made her flush and shift where she stood, betraying her arousal.
One green light after another.
Because of course she was fucking perfect. He’d known it the moment he’d seen her. And every moment since, but especially this one. She was like a wet dream come true, and she was right here in his apartment.
“If we met the usual way, you would already have filled in a long list of the things you like. The things you don’t.” He kept his gaze on her, drinking her in. “I would already have decided which boundaries I would push and all the ways I would make you beg. Tonight we’re going to go old school and see where we end up.”
“You…”
Her voice was ragged, and he watched as she had to moisten her lips more than once. He didn’t think he needed to tell her how he felt about face-fucking and how much he like to get balls-deep down a pretty throat. She’d watched him earlier. She knew.
Besides, he was pretty confident he’d have a chance to show her his take on that particular pleasure. Soon.
She was still struggling to speak, and not because she was afraid. Over stimulated, maybe, but not afraid. He could see it all over her. “Y-you like that? The begging?”
“There are few things I like more than a beautiful woman begging for my cock,” he assured her. “And imagining all the ways I can make that happen. Not all of them comfortable, but all of them hot.”
“I don’t know how I feel about that.” Her hands moved at her sides like she wanted to push away, but she didn’t. “I don’t think… I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never…”
He stroked her face again, reveling in the flushed heat of her cheek and the way she pushed it deeper against his palm. Like a pet.
The real truth—a truth he didn’t much like or want to admit—was that he’d been wanting his very own pet for a long, long time.
“All you have to do is what I tell you to do,” he said, again in that same low voice that he could see made her quiver. “You have no responsibilities here, Romily. All that’s required is that you take my cock how I give it to you, come when I tell you to, and say stop if that’s what you want.”
She swayed slightly in his hold. But she still didn’t step back or push away. She seemed as mesmerized by his gaze, or his words, or maybe all of this between them as he felt himself.
The danger she presented to him only grew, but there was no possibility that he was going to follow his rules and walk away from this. From her.
