Page 28 of Finding Haven (Haven #2)
Quinn
Zack doesn’t give me time to let the feeling of embarrassment take hold.
I wasn’t even aware that my body could do such a thing, yet the pool of liquid beneath me is proof that it can.
I’m sure that when this is over and I’m coming down from the pleasure high, I’ll be absolutely mortified.
Right now, the only thing I’m feeling is the fierce need to be closer to him.
The connection between us has grown faster than I ever imagined possible, and I want to experience everything he has to offer.
After leaning down to drag his tongue along my center, he crawls back up my body and settles his hips between my thighs.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders as his cock rubs against my sensitive clit.
He kisses me, his tongue slipping in to glide against mine, letting me taste myself on him.
“You taste so damn good, baby. So fuckin’ sweet,” he rasps, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my core as his forehead rests against me.
“I need you, Z,” I whimper, sliding my hands down his back until they meet the soft fabric of his briefs.
Slipping my fingers just beneath the waistband, I try to push them down, desperately needing this final barrier between us to be gone.
His lips brush against mine in a silent promise that he’ll take care of me.
I don’t need to hear him speak the words to feel the truth of them settle deep within me .
He slowly pulls himself back, moving off the bed to stand beside it.
His jaw clenches as his eyes bore into mine, fire burning within his dark brown irises.
His chest rises and falls with a few quick breaths as though he's trying to steady himself. “Are you sure you want this, Quinn?” he asks. The question shouldn’t take me by surprise the way it does.
After all, this is the same man who asked for permission before kissing me for the first time.
It’s hard to believe that just yesterday, I found out that Zack is NoMerZ, the man I’ve been talking to on Frisk.
The one who has made every effort to let me know how much he desires my body.
Standing in front of me now, there’s not a doubt in my mind that it’s not just my body he wants.
It’s me , imperfections and all.
I probably look like an utter mess right now with flushed cheeks, blonde hair fanned out around me, and every dip and curve of my body on display for him. “I'm sure, babe,” I murmur, the term of endearment slipping free without a second thought.
His eyes widen ever so slightly, nostrils flaring before he nods and turns around, disappearing into the en suite bathroom.
Sitting up on my elbows, my brows pinch as I hear a drawer open and close before he reemerges into the bedroom, his boxer briefs nowhere in sight as he approaches the bed with a small foil packet in his hand.
“Last chance, Sugar. Once I’m inside that pretty pussy of yours, I won’t be able to stop, and I don’t know if I can be gentle.
” His words send a shiver down my spine as my tongue darts out to wet my lower lip, teeth sinking into the inside of it.
“I don’t need you to be gentle, Z. You won’t break me,” I tell him honestly.
More than anything, I need him to know that I’m not some fragile toy meant to sit on the shelf and look pretty.
I can handle him and anything he chooses to throw my way.
It may be foolish of me to trust him so easily, but something about the way he's looking at me with such reverence tells me that he'll take care of me.
My cheeks heat as I watch him bring the foil packet to his lips.
His eyes lock on mine as he tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth, the act alone causing a moan to escape me.
He holds eye contact as he covers his cock.
The gesture feels unexplainably intimate as the air surrounding us grows heavy.
There’s a small voice in the back of my head telling me that this moment is going to change everything between us, but it's one that I welcome.
It doesn’t matter that we haven’t known each other for very long or that we still have so much to learn about one another.
All that matters as he crawls onto the bed and covers my body with his is that I’ve never felt as desired or as seen as I do now.
His cock rests against my clit as he grinds against me, teasing me.
“Zack, please,” I whimper. Fire licks along my skin, burning deep within me as I press my hips up into his, desperate to get him inside of me.
“Beg for it,” he growls, holding himself up with one hand. He reaches down between us to wrap his hand around the base of his shaft as he slides his hard length over my slit, teasing my clit before moving back down to notch the head of his cock at my entrance.
I run my hands up his body and over the phoenix tattoo that covers one side of his torso, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while I use the other hand to cup the side of his face in my palm.
“Please, Z. Please, I need to feel you inside of me,” I plead between breathy moans.
He’s driving me insane, but the heated look of arousal swirling in his dark eyes tells me that he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“You’re so pretty when you beg, baby,” he rasps.
His other hand falls beside my head as he leans down.
His lips are a breath away from mine as he thrusts into me with one harsh movement, my body jolting as my eyes flutter shut with a gasp that quickly transforms into a moan as his hips roll.
I run my fingers through his thick dark hair, grasping the short length as he begins to move above me, pulling out until just the crown of his cock rests inside of me before he thrusts back in.
Another moan slips free as his lips crash against mine, swallowing down the sounds of ecstasy that escape me.
There’s a small part of me that feels like I should be embarrassed by the reactions he’s pulling from my body, but then I remember that this man has paid , multiple times, to see me come.
The jealousy that ignited behind his eyes when I mentioned another subscriber wanting exclusive content is what brought us here to this moment.
If this is the reaction I’ll get any time I mention someone else wanting to see a piece of me, I may just have to make it a point to taunt and tease him every chance I get.
His mouth suddenly releases mine as he pulls back, shifting up onto his knees as his hands slip to the back of my thighs, guiding my legs towards my chest. Heat crawls up my neck and settles on my cheeks at the reminder of the way this position made me come harder than ever before when his fingers were curled deep inside of me.
He’s not going to try and make me do that again, is he?
He groans as he wraps one hand around my ankles, sliding the other between my legs. With his cock still buried inside of me, he drags two fingers through my arousal before circling my clit, eliciting another soft whimper from my lips. “Please, Z. Make me come,” I beg.
“You’ll come when I fucking tell you to,” he growls, the tips of his fingers continuing to swirl over my swollen clit as he shifts his body closer to mine.
The angle has him hitting the sensitive spot deep within that leaves me breathless and gasping for air.
Each thrust sends a bolt of lightning coursing through me, illuminating every nerve ending in my body as he brings me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
“Please, please, please,” I chant, sinking down onto him. He releases my ankles and moves his hands to my waist, the tips of his fingernails digging into my skin as he thrusts up into me.
“Fuuuuck.” The curse escapes him on a long, drawn-out groan as he moves one hand to my hip and places the other at the base of my throat.
He squeezes just hard enough to make it a challenge to pull air through my lungs, and the sensation has my orgasm rushing to the surface.
With his body over mine, he begins moving in a more harsh, steady rhythm of pulling his cock out before he thrusts forcefully back in, pulling a loud moan from my lips each time his pelvis rubs against my clit.
“Come for me, Sugar,” he demands, thrusting in once more and pressing himself deep as my inner walls clench around him, pulling him over the edge right alongside me.
He pulls his hand away from my throat as he drops his head into the crook of my shoulder and buries his face in my neck, his body shuddering as he groans out his release.
We lay there for a few moments and catch our breath, giving our heart rates time to settle before he slowly pulls back and trails a few gentle kisses along my jaw.
He presses his lips to mine, swiping the seam of my lips with his tongue before he gives the bottom one a gentle nip.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says softly, slipping off the bed.
He disappears into the en suite bathroom, the sound of running water hitting my ears before he walks back into the bedroom, the condom having been disposed of.
Zack reaches for my hand and gently helps me off the bed before he guides me to the large walk-in style shower.
The glass doors are already beginning to fog up with steam, and I groan at the idea of soothing my muscles beneath the heat.
He pulls me into the shower with him, his hands finding my hips as he guides me under the hot spray of water.
His fingers run through my hair as he helps me to guide my head back, thoroughly wetting the strands before he reaches for a bottle of shampoo and squirts some into the palm of his hand.
He quirks a brow at me as he raises his other hand, gesturing for me to turn around.
I roll my eyes and smile as I do what he wants, placing my back to him. My head tips back as he works the shampoo into my hair, his fingers massaging over my scalp. “Thank you,” I say softly, allowing my body to relax into his touch.
He lets out one of his deep hums in response, something I've come to adore about him.
“For this. For taking care of me. I've never been with someone who bothered to stick around and make sure I was alright afterwards,” I confess.
He finishes rinsing the soap from my hair and then reaches for a bottle of conditioner, which I'm surprised he has considering most men can't even be bothered to use different products for their hair and body.
The deep, woodsy scent of it fills the air as he works the conditioner into the strands of my hair, his fingers once again massaging over my scalp.
“I told you that you're mine,” he says, as though that's answer enough.
And maybe it is.