Page 10 of Sacred Vow
Caesar arches a brow, and the silent laughter in his eyes sends me spiraling so much deeper. “Oh? Why not?”
“Because I’m not the kind of woman who can be bought,” I tell him. “Your home is absolutely magnificent. It could impress even the harshest critics, but it’s not what would make me come back for more.”
“And may I ask what would make you come back for more?”
A grin stretches across my face, and there’s no denying what my answer is, but something tells me that screaming YOUR DICK isn’t appropriate, so instead, I’ll just let that one hang silently in the air between us.
“I see,” Caesar responds as Zeph practically vibrates with pride.
“Okay, have you interrogated Tilly enough, or would you like to keep drilling her?”
Oh dear God. Does Zeph not even see what he’s doing to me?
How can he not see that the idea of his father drilling me is the only thing keeping me conscious right now?
How can he not smell my desperation in the air?
I know Caesar does. I can see it in his eyes.
He’s like a lion preparing to attack, getting ready to take what he wants, and damn it, I’ll let him.
Caesar laughs. “I suppose I could take it easy on her,” he rumbles, his gaze sweeping back to mine. “But you don’t strike me as the type of woman who likes it when a man goes easy, are you, Miss Bardot?”
I shake my head. “Not even a little bit.”
“That’s what I thought. I’ll have to keep giving it to you hard.”
The cocky grin on my face matches the one on his. “Oh, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself involved with. Whatever you’ve got, I can handle it.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Caesar looks proud of himself as he strides out of the living room with his drink, and I’m all too aware of every step he takes, especially the ones that take him sailing right by me.
As he goes, his eyes linger on mine. He’s too much, and while Zeph sits in the opposite corner of the room, somehow completely oblivious to the tension in the air and the second meaning behind every word that was just uttered, all I can do is crumble.
I fall onto the couch and reach for my drink, needing a moment to calm my racing heart.
“So,” Zeph says, as I hear his father disappear deeper into the massive house. “You actually down to stay for dinner?”
“You promised to scratch an itch until it no longer existed, and I intend to make you keep your word,” I tell him. “Because suddenly that itch is more potent than it’s ever been, and if you don’t do something about it soon, I’m pretty sure I’ll explode.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice,” Zeph says, springing up from the couch. He launches toward me, his arms circling around me and forming a protective cage as we crash down against the cushions.
A loud squeal tears out of me but quickly morphs into a satisfied groan when his lips come down on my neck. They roam over my sensitive skin, his hand shooting up my shirt and to my aching breasts.
His thumb flicks across my pebbled nipple, sending hot waves of electricity shooting through my core. My back arches off the couch, and he takes advantage of the moment, bunching my shirt into his other hand and whipping it over my head.
His hands scoop behind my back to unlatch my bra, and within seconds, he throws it over the back of the couch. Zeph’s lips roam lower, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
“God, yes,” I breathe.
I scramble for Zeph’s shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it over the back of the couch, probably somewhere alongside my shirt and bra. He reaches between my legs, cupping my pussy over my jeans, and grinds his palm against my clit.
“You sure about this?” he asks. “We can go somewhere a little more private if you want.”
I shake my head, the thought of Mr. Silver Fox walking in to watch me riding his son, sending a wicked thrill shooting through my body and spurring me on. “I’m good right here,” I tell him. “Unless you’re not.”
“I’m good, babe,” Zeph says, though something tells me his motivations are probably different from mine.
I’m almost positive that the thought of his father watching him fuck me isn’t what’s driving his need.
He probably just doesn’t care, assuming if someone were to walk by and see, that they’d just keep walking, but Zeph is wrong.
If Caesar was to walk past, I have every intention of putting on a show he wouldn’t be able to resist.
Zephyr makes quick work of my jeans, tearing them down my legs, along with my panties just like he’d done back in that little bathroom stall, leaving me bare-ass naked. His hands roam over my body, touching me everywhere as though learning every curve.
His strong arm wraps around my back, hauling me up the couch until his face is hovering over my aching pussy, and before a needy gasp even gets the chance to escape, his warm lips are closing over my clit.
My hips violently jerk, and I groan as his tongue flicks over my clit again and again, and as he works his magic, his fingers come up beneath me, slowly pushing inside my waiting cunt.
Zeph’s fingers move like an exotic dance, teasing and stroking my walls as I squirm beneath him. He snakes his other hand up my body, holding me still, but it’s no use. The way he moves his tongue and sucks my clit brings the wild out of me.
My fingers knot into his thick hair, holding him tight as my hips jolt so ferociously, I’m practically riding his face. “Yes, Zeph. Right there.”
He doesn’t disappoint, and as his fingers zero in on that one spot deep inside of me, my world explodes into a million shattered pieces. I come on his fingers, my back arching off the cushion as the intensity rocks through me. “Holy fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back.
My high quickly bursts through me like a blast of fire, and yet despite its intensity, I’m still left wanting.
Zeph doesn’t stop working my clit, and I bring my foot up to his shoulder and push him back.
He keeps going until he’s sitting up, and I don’t hesitate scrambling down the massive couch until I’m straddled over him.
“I hope you’re ready for me,” I tell him, reaching between us and freeing his thick cock from the confines of his pants.
Zeph laughs, pulling a condom from his pocket. “You don’t think I can handle you?”
His cock is already rock hard, straining for relief, and I don’t waste a second, taking the condom from his fingers and tearing it open with my teeth before rolling it down his length and finally sinking down on him. “Oh, I know you can’t.”
He grins, and as he grasps my hips, I start to ride him, my pussy clenching around his thick cock as I work up and down his impressive length. His eyes widen just a fraction, fear flashing in his dark depths.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes, his fingers tightening on my hips as he thrusts up.
I laugh, but I don’t dare stop, knowing I’ve got him right where I want him. “That’s what I thought.”
Zeph clenches his jaw, having no choice but to sit back and give in to my sweet torture as I take complete control. He’s paralyzed, unable to move, apart from the wild, uncontrollable jolting of his hips. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he grits through his teeth, and all I can do is smile.
I throw my head back, feeling my long hair grazing my spine, and just as I start to really work my hips, tormenting him with my movements, I feel a heated gaze from across the room.
Fuck yes. This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
My fingers brush over my body, teasing my nipples as my gaze shifts to the opening of the kitchen, finding my silver fox.
He leans against the wall, his foot lazily kicked over the other with his hands dug deep into his pockets.
His stance looks as though he’s standing in on a board meeting, but his eyes are locked in on me, and just like Saturday night, I can’t possibly look away.
Zeph faces away, having no idea that this show is not just for him, and it thrills me like never before. I move my body and clench my walls, giving it my all as I fuck his son. “You like that?” I murmur into the big room.
Caesar bites down on his lower lip and nods as his son’s responding groan fills the room. “Fuck, Tilly. Just like that.”
I grin as my eyes remain locked on Caesar, and I show him just how well I could fuck him.
Zeph can barely handle it and throws his head back, clenching his eyes and looking as though he’s about to come undone, but I’ve only just begun.
He has no idea what he just got himself involved in.
“Don’t you dare come, Zephyr,” I demand, slamming down over him and making him gasp.
His eyes spring open. “You’re gonna take it, just like I took it for you. ”
Zeph nods, not able to find words. He clenches his jaw tighter, desperately straining not to come as I give him the full force of Tilly Bardot.
He doesn’t know how to control me, doesn’t know how to rein in this wildness, but something tells me there’s one man in this room who could.
Caesar’s gaze is locked heavily on me, watching as I ride his son, and the heat in his eyes is everything. I beckon him forward as my hips torment Zeph, and when he pushes off the wall and strides toward me, the deepest thrill swells in my stomach.
Zeph is only moments away from losing control, but I’m not even close, and I don’t intend on being left hanging.
Caesar strides right up to the back of the couch, and as his son grips my hips and clenches his eyes, Caesar reaches out and curls his big hand around the back of my head. His fingers knot into my hair and without warning, he rips my head back and my tits thrust toward him.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, grinding down on Zeph’s thick cock.
Holding my hair firmly in one hand, he reaches out with his other hand and pinches my nipple before rolling it between his skilled fingers, and a wave of electrical fire bursts through my body, sending shockwaves right to my core.
“More,” I cry out. I’ve never felt this sexy in my entire life, and I know it has everything to do with this man.
“I can’t take anymore!” Zeph grunts.
Caesar pinches again, this time harder, and it’s my undoing. Just as Zeph cries out and comes harder than ever before, the fire Caesar started consumes me and launches me right over the edge. My pussy violently spasms, convulsing in a fit of beauty, and I fall into a million pieces.
Caesar watches me for only a moment, and just as Zephyr finds his bearings and opens his eyes, his father steps away, leaving him completely clueless as to what just went down.
“Holy fucking shit, Tilly,” Zeph breathes, his body sagging against the couch as I try to calm the jolting of my hips. I come to a stop, and just as Caesar disappears down the hallway, I meet Zephyr’s eyes. “Where the hell did you come from?”