Page 15 of Unzoned

“It was always like this, but I couldn’t show you.” He admitted. “I haven’t seen you as a friend for a very long time. Since college probably.”

She swallowed. She couldn’t remember the moment that she’d found herself staring at him longer than usual, or when suddenly his talks about his dates made her stomach knot up. But she knew it had happened. Somewhere along the way, her friendly attraction to him had deepened. And now she sat nude on his couch, beneath his control.

“Spread your legs a little for me,” he rested his elbows on his knees.

Slowly she slid her feet across the lush carpeting until he looked satisfied at what he could see.

“There. Perfect.” He looked to the board. “I believe it’s still your turn.”

Chess. Right. They were playing a game.

She studied the board. What piece had she wanted to move?

“You were about to move your bishop.” He supplied for her when she continued to stare blankly at the game.

“Right.” She nodded and moved the marble piece.

“You’ve left your queen open.” He shook his head and swiftly slid his rook into place, stealing away her queen.

“Shit,” she whispered. “It’s not fair. You’re distracting me.”

“And you sitting there, naked, with your pretty pussy on display isn’t distracting?” He raised his eyebrows with his playful grin.

“Well, that’s your own fault,” she shot back with a soft laugh.

His lips cracked open in a wide smile. “Very true.” He leaned back slightly. “Come here, Jade.”

Her smile fell. “Why?”

He shook his head. “Because I said to, that’s all you need to know. You were given an order, now obey.” He scooted the ottoman back a few inches. “Stand here, facing me with your hands behind your back.”

Her legs only shook a little when she got to her feet, but the fluttering of her stomach could push her off balance at any moment. Rounding the coffee table, she moved into the position he requested. Her arms folded behind her back, making her breasts push outward toward him.

Garrick scooted himself to the edge of the ottoman. His lips were level with her nipples. Her hard, wanting nipples.

“You have beautiful breasts, Jade. I know you hate them.” He raised both hands and cupped them, kneading them gently. “You think they’re big and ugly.” He cradled one breast in his palm and brought his mouth to it, licking the puckered nipple then kissing it before moving to the other side and repeating the actions. His tongue sent a fire trail from her breasts right to her pussy.

“But I love them.” He took a nipple between his teeth and bit down, eliciting a sharp pain. But instead of wanting to pull away from it, she found herself moaning.

“I knew you’d like that.” He suckled her breasts, his tongue lashing her nipple until she was leaning into his touch, wanting more, needing all of it.

“I do, Garrick,” she whispered, watching him move to her other breast.

“I’m going to love fucking these tits one day. But for tonight, I think something else. Something a bit more rewarding. You have been so good today.” He moved to his knees, shoving the ottoman away from him. “Spread your legs far, Jade.” He tapped her thighs.

She walked her feet apart until he touched her leg, signaling for her to stop.

“Shouldn’t I be the one on my knees?” she asked, looking down at him.

He grinned. “You’ll get your turn.”

With his eyes still locked with hers, he pulled her hips toward him until his tongue lashed at her pussy.

“Fuck you taste good,” he said, moving his hands from her hips and prying her pussy lips apart. “Come when you want, Jade. No permission needed today, just come for me.” He covered her clit with his mouth, suckling and flicking. She gripped her arms harder, not wanting to give him any reason to stop.

Fiercely, his tongue lavished her clit and her pussy, running up and down her seam. She arched her hips toward him, falling into the whirlwind of pleasure he drew around her. Her fingernails dug into her skin; her thighs trembled with tension.

“Oh!” She cried out when he thrust two fingers into her sex. With a curl of his fingers, he found the sweetest spot in her body, stroking her as though he’d been practicing the cord his entire life.

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