Page 35 of The Hotshot's Prize
I glance at the clock. “About fifteen minutes, maybe…”
“I can work with that,” he murmurs, voice dipping low, dark velvet laced with intent.
I laugh, a little breathless. “Zack! Now?”
But the moment the words leave my mouth, his hand curves around my waist and pulls me flush against his chest, silencing any further protest with his mouth on mine.
The kiss is soft at first, deceptively gentle. Like he’s testing the waters. Teasing me. But then my fingers fist in the front of his jacket and his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and the switch flips. This isn’t soft. This is him staking a claim.
Zack kisses me like he needs it to breathe. Like he’s waited all damn day for this moment and he’s starving.
And I’m just as hungry for him.
I pull away from his kiss and slowly kneel, shimmying my dress up a little so it won’t get dirty from the floor. I look up at Zack—he’s watching me like he can’t get enough. “You sure, baby?”
I nod, already unbuckling his belt and opening his pants to release his cock. “Please. I want to taste you.”
He chuckles, and it turns into a lustful groan as soon as my lips are wrapped around his length. “Yes, that’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so good at this.”
I bob up and down on his length, stroking him with both my hands and my mouth, eager to make him come. The thrill of giving my boyfriend a blow job right before I have to go onstage is making me wet, and I’m starting to tremble with my own need, my thighs clenching together.
Zack’s hand in my hair pulls me off of him, and to my feet. “Love, I need to fuck you. Need to fill you with my cum before you go out on that stage.”
I barely have time to process the words before he spins me around and bends me effortlessly over the wide marble counter.
“I’ve been thinking about this all damn day,” he mutters, dragging his hands up my thighs, hiking the dress higher and higher until I can feel the hard press of him between my legs. “You in this dress. Looking like you do. All perfect and untouchable.”
“I’m not untouchable,” I whisper, turning to meet his eyes. “I’m yours.”
Something snaps in him.
He growls, a low, primal sound from deep down his throat. One hand reaches around to cup my breast, his thumb flicking overthe sensitive peak through the silk. The other slides under the thin lace of my panties, and I whimper into his mouth as he slides his fingers into me. I moan needily, constricting around his finger.
“Jesus,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at me, eyes dark and blown. “You’re dripping for me.”
My breath hitches. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
He slides another finger into me, curling just right, and my hips buck against his hand. He finally replaces his fingers with what I want most, thrusting into me hard and fast. I throw my head back, moaning his name as I come undone right there on the counter.
It isn’t long before I’m falling over the edge, and he’s groaning his own release as he spills inside me. When he pulls out, he grins wickedly and rearranges my clothes. “There. Now when you’re up there on that stage, you’ll feel my cum dripping out of you, and you’ll remember you’re mine.”
“You’re evil,” I gasp, half-dazed.
“Efficient,” he says smugly. “You’ll be glowing for real now.”
There’s a sharp knock on the door, muffled through the wood. “Ella? You’re on in three!”
My eyes go wide. “Shit.”
Zack chuckles but helps me off the counter, his hands gentler now. He straightens my gown with patient fingers, smooths my hair, kisses the smudged corner of my lips with a wink.
“You look better now.”
“I look ravished,” I murmur, pulse still racing.
His lips widen in an unrepentant grin. “Exactly.”
I run a hand over his chest, still trying to catch my breath. “And what happens after I accept my award?”
