Chapter 24

Zavien’s hand slid along her stomach and down over her underwear, his fingers tapping gently on the two little cherries stitched there.

“Zavien.” Her voice dripped with exasperation. “If you do not touch me, I will lie here beside you and do it myself. Loudly. Shamelessly.” She fixed him with a stare, and after the arrogance faded from his face, he brought his lips back to hers in a hungry kiss.

Lara’s happy hum turned into a gasp when he pressed a finger down the seam of her panties.

He murmured against her lips, rubbing his hand against her in long, hard strokes. He swallowed all her gasps and sighs, meeting them with low hums and rumbling groans. Then, his mouth explored her elsewhere.

Pressing hot kisses down her throat, he licked and nipped at her sensitive skin until he made it to her chest. She arched into him as his mouth clamped down on her breast, his tongue swirling and flicking her nipple.

She tugged on his hair, and each pull at the roots elicited a moan against her skin that sent delicious vibrations through her.

But as nice as this all was, it just wasn’t cutting it.

“Why are you wearing so many clothes?” She clawed at the back of his shirt.

He came up off her breast with a little pop that made her whimper. “You mean this isn’t what you meant when you told me to touch you?” He removed his hand from between her thighs, sending her into a spiral of frustration.

With a growl, she gripped his wrist, pushed her panties to the side, and brought his hand back down to her, sliding his fingers between her unobstructed folds. “Mm, like that.” She laced her fingers with his and moved his hand against her, showing him the way she liked it.

“Control freak,” he teased.

“Do you wanna be in control, or do you wanna make me cum?” she asked snippily.

Well, she tried to be snippy, but as she spoke, he pushed a finger inside her, curled it up, and drew it back out so agonizingly slowly. It gave him what he wanted, though; her chewing him out was effectively stifled by a long, broken moan.

“I don’t think you’d be here if you didn’t think I could do both, Lara.” He brought his lips back down to hers, his kiss as slow and tantalizing as his fingers.

So she relented—even though her hand was still wrapped around his—and every little flick and stroke he made was his own. He was true to his word; God, did it feel good.

“More,” she said with a gasp.

“More, what?” He ran his finger along her inner wall, making her cry out softly.

She used her free hand to pull him into a hard kiss, her teeth clacking against his. “More. Take off your clothes and fuck me,” she mumbled between kisses, licks across her lips, and nibbles on her tongue. When he made no move to oblige, she tacked on, “Please.”

He groaned against her mouth. “So polite. How can I say no?”

“Don’t say anything, just do it.”

Zavien looked way too pleased with the disgruntled whine she let out when he pulled away from her to do as she had commanded. She chewed on her lip as he removed his shirt, and then he stood to take off the rest.

Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, he winked at her before dropping them, his boxers going down too.

“God, you are so fucking hot,” she whispered, slapping her hand over her mouth when she realized she had said it out loud. She ignored his quiet chuckles—and the way her face was burning up. “Do you have…?”

He dug through his nightstand and presented her with a little foil packet.

She leaned back against his pillows and waited as he readied himself, but he crawled back too slowly, so she pulled him onto the mattress, landing them face-to-face on their sides. Gripping him at his base, she swung a leg over his hip and positioned him at her entrance.

“Impatient,” he growled, but it didn’t sound like much of a complaint.

His tip pressed against her sex, and she held his gaze, her hands moving to his face and cupping his cheeks as he slid inside her.

God, was he thick.

“Mm, fuck yes,” she moaned when all of him filled her. It was an uncomfortable fullness, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort.

“Tight,” he grunted. “So fucking tight.”

She hummed in response, kissing him as they took their time to adjust to one another. After a moment, he began thrusting, and she moaned again, long and low, before shivering against him. “More. I need more.”

He ran a hand down her back soothingly, but she didn’t need soothing—she needed fucking.

“Fuck,” he said when she ground her hips into his.

The position was strange, but the angles worked wonders for her. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis with every rock of her hips, and even the smallest movements had her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Slow down, Lara,” Zavien gritted out.

She whined in protest, pressing her mouth to his again. Their kisses were sloppy—broken by panting and gasps—but breathing him in through each kiss while she took him inside her was too good to resist.

His cock rubbed her so perfectly as she writhed against him. “I’m gonna cum,” she said.

“Already?” Despite the shock in his tone, he slid a hand to her ass, which he gripped, and encouraged her desperate grinding. Grunting alongside her, he rasped in her ear, “Go ahead, baby.”

The coil in her abdomen snapped, and her movements grew disjointed and frantic. Still, Zavien held on, thrusting shallowly into her as she hit her wall face-first, tilting her head back and cursing her way through her orgasm.

“Ready to give up control?” he whispered against her lips as soon as she came back down. The way he kissed her and the way his hands gripped her were more telling than the playful edge in his voice. He wanted to fuck her his way, to show her what he could do for her.

“Fuck me.”

That was seemingly all he needed before his hips snapped hard against hers, burying his cock inside her.

“Fuck,” Lara gasped. “Fuck, Zavien, oh my god.” She clawed into his back as he thrust, and then she placed her leg on his waist to take him deeper, feeling so incredibly filled with him.

“So fucking wet,” he said between messy, heated kisses. Bringing his hand down on her ass in a hard smack, he jolted her into arching her back and clamping hard around him.

“Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum again.”

He fucked her faster at that.

Her moans turned into cries, and her body trembled with pleasured sobs. As she quaked, he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him so he could pump up into her.

And god, the sounds they made then.

His balls slapped against her from the force of his thrusts, and his thick cock pushed air into her with every stroke. Zavien grunted and panted; Lara moaned and cried. Their sounds were obscene, and if it kept going like this, they were going to trigger another noise complaint.

“Ah—fuck,” he said. “I’m gonna cum, Lara.”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She could feel it in his thrusts, how he jerked into her forcefully. Her body jolted. “Oh, right there. Yes, Zavien. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Cum with me,” he rasped. “Let me feel that pussy cum one more time.”

She obeyed and let out a loud cry, wailing his name before she shook violently on top of him. His cock pulsed inside her as he came with a ragged, prolonged groan. He then rolled them onto their sides so they could lie boneless together until he fell out of her.

Whimpering at the loss, she shifted uncomfortably when her own release flowed out of her, making her thighs sticky and damp.

Once their breathing returned to normal, he pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, left the bedroom, and returned with a warm, damp cloth.

When she reached out for it, he caught her wrist and held it down so he could gently wipe her himself. After he rejoined her in bed, she scooted close to him and tilted her head up for another kiss, but instead, he rolled over, giving her his back.

She was shocked—and completely offended, honestly—until he turned his head so she could see the little smirk playing at his lips.

“Didn’t you want to be the big spoon?”

She grinned as she wrapped an arm and a leg around him, falling asleep as little more than a very large backpack.