Page 50 of The Little Black Rose

“They went for a swim in the pool. I told them I’d wait for you.” His free hand trails over my cheek, down the column of my throat to my chest, where it covers one breast, squeezing lightly. “I could feel your tension out there, Ava. It drives me wild, knowing how my nearness affects you. I wonder how wet you are right now.”

My chest heaves as his hand slides down to the hem of my skirt, dips beneath it, and trails up my inner thigh. I adjust my stance, spreading my legs wider, but his hand stops just before it reaches its target.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you with my fingers until you come,” he whispers.

I whimper, my need spiking to an unbearable degree. I want to grab his wrist and jerk his hand to where I need it, but he still has my hands pinned over my head. So, I simply nod.

“Tell me,” he insists. “I want to hear the words from your sweet mouth.”

Holy fuck.Zeke’s change in demeanor when it comes to sex never ceases to surprise and excite me. He’s so kind and considerate most of the time. A true gentleman. But when it comes to the bedroom, he morphs into this sexy beast who takes control and demands compliance.

And I fucking love it.

“I want your fingers inside me, Zeke,” I whisper between ragged breaths. “I want to come.”

“Good girl,” he says, sliding his hand up to rub his fingers over the soaked cotton of my underwear. “Now, don’t make a sound.”

He leans into me, pressing the length of his torso against mine. Burying his face in my neck, his long fingers slide under the edge of my underwear. He brushes his fingertips over my swollen, throbbing flesh, a purr of pleasure vibrating from his chest into mine.

“Just as I thought,” he whispers hoarsely. “So wet for me. So hot.”

I bite my lip to keep from crying out as the pad of his finger finds my clit, rubbing gentle circles over the sensitive nub. I spread my legs a bit further apart, and Zeke bites the crook between my neck and shoulder lightly before lifting his mouth to my ear.

“Prop your foot on the toilet. Open up for me, Ava.”

I do as I’m told, lifting my foot to brace it against the edge of the toilet seat. I don’t care that it’s awkward or that one wrong move will send my shoe straight into the water. Because the second I obey his command, Zeke slips two fingers into my drenched pussy and pumps them deep inside me. My hips buck, rolling back and forth in time with his movements.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, his voice heady with need. “You like riding my fingers like this, don’t you?”

I don’t answer, knowing he’s not really looking for a response. Besides, he ordered me not to make a sound. He just likes to talk dirty, and fuck if I don’t love it, too. Fresh heat pools in my center, and he growls deep in his throat.

“I could do this for hours, keeping you on the edge until you beg me to let you come. But this isn’t the time or place. We’ll be missed.”

His breath tickles my ear as he speaks, and a shiver rolls down my back. His fingers push deeper, reaching that spot inside me guaranteed to send me right over the cliff. His thumb finds my clit, pressing down on it at the same time, and my mouth falls open as I gasp.

“Yes, Ava. Come for me. Show me how much you love having me inside you like this.”

My orgasm crashes through me, and Zeke’s mouth lands on mine, swallowing the sounds that manage to break through my resolve to remain silent. His fingers remain deep inside me, moving slowly to draw out my release.

He releases my hands, and I drop them to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as I slowly drift back down to earth. Zeke’s tongue continues to ravage my mouth, licking and sucking as he pulls his fingers free. Then he pulls back to look into my eyes as he pushes those fingers into his mouth with a groan and sucks them clean.

“Delicious,” he sighs, and I suddenly become aware of his erection pressing against my belly.

I slide my hand over the bulge in his jeans, but he grabs my wrist and pulls it away.

“No. This was just for you. I can wait until we get home later.”

I nod even though my mouth is filling with saliva. I want to taste him. To feel his heavy cock in my mouth as he pumps his hips, driving it toward my throat. I want to please him the way he pleases me.

Zeke backs up, taking a moment to adjust himself. I squeeze past him, fling open the door, and march out. I hear his footsteps behind me as I head through the kitchen to the glass doors that lead out to the pool, but he doesn’t say anything or try to stop me.

Stepping outside, I take a deep breath and call out, “Hey guys, we’re going to head out. I’m tired, and Zeke’s going to drive me home.”

“Boo!” Sophie calls out, splashing water in my direction. “Come swimming with us, Ava.”

She’s more than a little tipsy, if the empty cocktail glasses lining the edge of the pool are any indication. Zoey, on the other hand, looks stone cold sober as her gaze drifts from me to a point over my shoulder where I know Zeke waits behind me. Looking back at me, she shoots me a devilish smile.

“Sam and I will drop your car off on our way home later. So, don’t worry if you hear the garage open.”

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