Page 60 of Pretty Savages

Zayn looks at me in surprise. "Asher did this to you?"

I give a small nod, as best as I can in his grip. Zayn looks pleased with my honesty, not at all bothered by my confession.

"When?"

"Last night," I say.

He smiles. "At the wedding?"

I don't say anything, and he moves his fingers up, grabbing my jaw. "Did you fuck him?" he asks, watching me closely.

"Yes," I murmur.

Zayn leans forward again, this time capturing my lips in a kiss. I moan, returning the kiss, surprised at the turn of events.

"Did he make you come?" he mumbles against my lips.

I nod in reply, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, flicking his against mine.

He lets go of my jaw, his hand moving to my shorts. He rubs me through the fabric, making me gasp.

"Do you like fucking him?" he asks, breaking the kiss.

"Yes, and I fucking hate myself for it," I grumble.

Zayn unbuttons my shorts, dipping his hand inside. He bypasses my underwear, his fingers finding my wet core. "I see. And do you like when I do this?" he asks, pushing his finger inside my pussy.

I moan, my hips jerking against his arm. He slowly pumps the digit in and out, watching my face.

"Maybe," I stammer out, tilting my head up to kiss him. His mouth moves against mine as he fingers me, knowing full well his brother was just in there.

"Good," he replies, moving faster. "Because I want to see what you look like when you come. I don't mind sharing, but I'm mad that Asher knows what you look like when you fall apart. Now it's my turn."

His thumb presses down on my clit as his middle finger joins his index inside my tight body. He grabs the back of my neck with his free hand, holding my head as he kisses me. I'm spiralling out of control, my body squeezing his fingers as he rubs circles around my clit.

"Come for me, Rylee. Come for me just like you came for my brother last night."

My orgasm rips through me, my body shaking as I clench down around him. I cry out into his mouth, his tongue pressing against mine as he swallows my sounds of pleasure.

Slowly, he removes his hand, pulling back from the kiss. I watch as he brings his hand to his face, sucking on his index finger.

"Fucking delicious," he muses. Zayn kisses me before pulling away and slipping his middle finger into my mouth, making me taste myself. I suck his finger, holding his gaze and his mouth tilts up into a smirk with a hint of fascination.

"Good girl," he says, removing his finger. "Remember what I said though… I believe in giving as much as you take."

Chapter twenty-one

Zaynstandsup,myeyes drifting down to his shorts. His hard cock is pushing against the constraints of them, as he looks down at me. There's a spark in his eyes, challenging me.

I swing my legs over to the side of the chaise, immediately reaching for his shorts. I slip my fingers in the waistband, using them as leverage as I yank him towards me.

"Get rid of this," I say, slipping one hand out to play with the hem of his shirt.

He grins, pulling it off with one hand.

I'm left staring face to face at his toned stomach, and I lean forward, kissing the curve between his six pack.

My hands grab the front of his shorts, pulling them down his thighs. His cock springs up, and I bite my lip to hide a laugh that he does in fact always go commando.

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