Page 42 of Zeppelin
I think about dipping his cock in that ice cream and sucking it off of him.
After another minute, I finally realize what the heck this is. Cock warming? Sort of? I think? Or maybe he’s not moving because if he does, he’s afraid he’s going to come.
I don’t think that’s it.
So I keep his pulsing cock in my mouth, swallowing convulsively until he pulls back. Weirdly enough, as soon as he slips his length from my mouth, wet and glistening with my saliva, I miss the weight of him against my tongue. I didn’t realize how soothing the quiet was. My body went from a riot ofeverythingto calm. Not a calm that’s not in the mood. If anything, I’m even wetter, even more desperate to have him fill me and fuck me into the pillows the way he didn’t fuck my face.
Zeppelin slides down my body, rearranging himself with ridiculous athletic ease. He parts my legs and kneels between them, arranging my legs around his thighs and then his waist, all while supporting himself with one hand on the bed.
“Hold yourself open just like before. I want you to watch as I split you in half with my cock. Want you to see me glistening with your juices as I pull out and force your tight little hole to stretch back around me. I’m going to make you take it all, right to the hilt, right until my balls are slapping against your sweet little ass. I’d flip you over and eat you there too, Ginny. All you have to do is ask. Or beg. I like to hear you plead nicely for me.”
“I changed my mind. You truly are an asshole.”
He grins above me, half feral and half so hot that my chest aches and my breath stutter-stops in my throat. “I’m an obsessed-hole. Obsessed with your gorgeous body. I want to make you come, over and over, until you’re so worn out that you can barely stand. I want to baptize you in my cum.”
“Baptize? I don’t know that there’s anything holy about semen.” He frowns, but even that’s sexy as hell. Probably more so because his dark eyes get even darker, bordering on deadly. “And you should be careful. That sounds dangerously close to attachment.” I sass him because I’m so dangerously turned on that I could come from just the feel of his fingers digging into my ass.
I expect his scowl to crack and allow that cocky grin back, but it only deepens. “What’s wrong with my come?”
“Nothing. I was just joking.”
He jerks away, swinging himself easily off of me and over the bed. I sit up slowly, my head spinning like I just gave myself whiplash anyway.
“Zep?”
He snatches his shirt off the floor and tugs it on so brutally over his head that the fabric rips along the shoulder. The right sleeve hangs there, gaping and useless. It’s probably a mirror of what my face is doing. I have no idea what’s happening. I’d jerk the sheet up over myself, but that would imply that I did something wrong and I was just joking. We were playing. We’ve joked like this before. I have no idea what’s wrong, but I’m sure that whatever it is wasn’t me. I just triggered something, or pressed on something that already existed.
I sit up, dangling my feet over the edge of the bed, making it pretty darn clear that I’m not going to leave until we talk this out.
Zeppelin has other ideas. There’s nothing playful or joking about the way he goes into the bathroom and storms back out carrying my clothes. He dumps them onto the bed. “Youshould get going. It’s late and you still have to get to your sister’s yet.”
“Excuse me?” What the fuck is evenhappeningright now?
“Tyrant and Raiden might change their mind about believing this is platonic if you’re in here too long. Best get going. Now.”
I shake my head, wet strands of hair whipping all around my face and neck. “Whoa. I- we were havingfun. Together. We were both into it. I was just sassing you. I was running my mouth. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. I should have known better. This whole thing is fucked up. How could I ever have thought…” he shakes his head just like I did, but harder. He stomps two feet, turns around in agitation, stomps another, turns again. “Get dressed. Please.” It’s not a kind please. It’s a hard word with something borderline desperate in the undertone.
I grind my teeth together, scraping up what dignity I can muster, throw on my clothes, and snatch my bag from the bathroom. I stuff it all into my duffel and sling it over my shoulder.
The happiness I felt coming here, all the butterflies, the wild anticipation, fuck—even the strange sort ofhope,it all surges violently up into my throat and burns at the backs of my eyes as it dies a hard death. I bite back a sob. There’s no freaking way that I’m going to humiliate myself and cry over being rejected like this. It doesn’t make sense. My heart slams against my ribs so loudly that I can practically hear it in the silent room.
And there’s Zeppelin, standing by the door like a statue. A pillar of marble. Carved. Beautiful. Solitary. Lonely.
I should just walk out.
I didn’t even want him involved in my life in any way in the first place. He’s the one who forced his way in and… made me want him. Not just his body, but his dry sense of humor. His closeness. The unforced honesty that flows so naturally between us.
The air becomes even more charged when I walk over. Like a pressurized canister of gas, this place could explode at any moment.
My feet take me straight to the towering statue by the door. He’s like something Dom made. Lifelike. Hard. Cold. So, so shut off and isolated. So far gone suddenly that he might as well be stone.
Where did the warm, open, almostvulnerableman who I was getting used to go? The man who cradled me in his arms when I was sick? The one who held my hair back, cleaned me up, and cradled me against him like I was the most precious thing in the world? Where did the playful man go who was just fine with giving orders and listening to raunchy, dirty talk? Where’s the man who met me joke for joke, wit for wit, a sparring partner in a battle of wills that we were both very much into.
This is the man who just fuckingshaved meand now he’s walled off and basically unreachable. His eyes move to my face, devoid of emotion, blank, as though we’re strangers.
“Zeppelin.” I cross my arms, unwilling to get the heck out of this room unless he picks me up and physically sets me outside the door. With the way this is going, I wouldn’t even putit past him. “I didn’t mean to imply that I didn’t want you in any way. That you’re inferior or wrong, or- or- give me something here. I’m floundering. One second we’re okay, and the next second…” I wave my hand down the length of him. “This. This is what I’m getting. I don’t understand. Do you need a minute? Some time? Will you talk to me?”
