Page 37 of Finding Haven
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’sdriving 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 haspaid, 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 twofingers 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 getyou 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.
28
Zack
Havingherinmyhome and in my bed has brought about a sense of peace I haven’t felt in years. After taking my time to clean every inch of her supple curves in the shower, she insisted on returning the favor. The euphoric high from being inside of her was still hanging over my mind like a delicious haze, and I was so lost in the feeling of her hands roaming freely over my body that I forgot to keep my guard up. Or maybe subconsciously, I didn’t want to hide anymore.
Either way, I didn’t miss the way her breath hitched when I turned around to give her access to my back. My body had stiffened as her fingertips traced over the small scars littering my skin. I held my breath and braced myself for questions that never came. She simply continued to clean my body the same way I had hers, and in a way, it felt as though she was somehow cleansing my soul as well.
It’s an odd feeling to be both completely settled and an absolute fucking wreck. I can’t remember the last time my body felt this relaxed. There’s not a doubt in my mind that it’s all because of the woman whose body is curled up against mine, her head resting on my chest with her arm slung across my waist. Yet the comfort of her body is what has my mind spinning in every possible direction.
“How long have you lived here in Haven Beach?” she asks, her voice soft as her fingers trail over my bare skin.
“Just over five years,” I tell her. “My family’s from South Carolina.” The full story is sitting on the tip of my tongue, begging to be told. The words are right there. It would be such a relief to tell her, to finally let everything out and get the weight off my shoulders. I don’t know where to even begin. Do I start from the beginning and tell her about my life as a police officer? Do I tell her about how I spent years living a life I don’t think I ever even wanted, but one I chose nonetheless because it was the easier path?
“Why move so far away?” she asks softly, fighting back a yawn. Her fingertips follow the thin line of dark hair that runs from my navel down beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs before trailing over the dips of my abdominal muscles. As usual, Quinn isn’t deterred by my short, clipped responses.
When we met at the Elysian bar, the night I kicked her poor excuse of a date out of the hotel, I thought for sure she would be turned off by my inability to hold a conversation. But not once did she shy away from attempting to carry on a conversation with me, despite how short and cold some of my responses had been. The more time we spend together, and the more we get to know each other, the more I want to tear down the carefully constructed walls around my heart and lay myself bare at her feet. She’s been slowly pulling them down, one stone at a time, but I’m damn near ready to demolish the entire thing and let her see parts of me that nobody else ever has.
“I…” My voice trails off as I toy with a strand of her blonde hair between my fingers.
“You don’t have to tell me,” she murmurs, her hand resting on my chest.
