Page 47 of Only in Your Dreams

“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” Zac says, dipping to kiss up my throat, my mouth, any part of me not covered in mud. “I can see it in your face. You’re so fucking close I can feel your fingers shaking.”

Cocky prick.

I sink my nails into his sides, tighten my thighs around his hips, and flip us around. Zac lands on his back with a grunt. His jaw slacks the moment his eyes adjust to take in the way I straddle him with hair wavy from the wet ground cascading above him.

“Sit still and let me get myself off,” I tell him, smoothing muddy palms over his chest.

God, he really is beautiful. Even dipped in mud the way he is now, hair disheveled from my fingers. His body is all sharp angles and hard, so,sohard, every part of him—

His clear irritation at my taking over only lasts the length of time it takes me to adjust my hips and find his cock again. At that point, his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.

At this point, mine do too. My shoulders drop in relief, head falls back, and maybe it does feel like a bit of a waste, using up ourjust this onceon a fully clothed dry hump, a glorified mud-wrestling match. But I grind into him over and over, and everything is just wet and slippery enough, the friction so perfect I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I couldn’t. I really couldn’t—

Zac tangles his fingers in my hair and brings me down to his mouth as I ride his cock, wishing he was in me deep instead. The whole thing feels so intense, so messy and rabid. There’s no patience, no savoring. Just want.

I rock into him and everything inside me goes taut, tight, and searing hot, almost to the point of pain. My hips pick up their pace, eyes close, and the last thing I see is the raw fascination in Zac’s face before—

My back hits the ground again, eyes wrench open as the start of my orgasm fades. Zac’s smirk is all I see now as he hovers over me on hands and knees. And then I catch his hand moving between us.

“What—”

“Let’s get something clear, Clover,” Zac says, brushing his lips with mine. “If someone here is getting you off, it’ll be me.”

God, there’s nothing—nothing—like the sharp perfection of strong fingers moving over your pussy. Nothing, even with my leggings between us. Instantly my back arches off the ground, hips return the pressure of his fingers as he draws circles over my clit. My moan is desperate, hungry.

“I can’t decide which of your moans I like best,” he mutters against my neck. “How many more versions are you holding onto, Clover?”

He kisses down my neck, hand crawls upward, fists the waistband of my leggings and tugs, shoving the seam against my clit. My eyelids flutter, and I let out a breathy moan that has the corner of his mouth ticking up.

“That was a good one.”

I’m at his mercy, taking what he gives me, letting him coax these desperate sounds out of me with his fingers. The way his eyes devour me. The cocky as hell smirk that grows with every fresh note out of my mouth. He rubs my clit between two fingers and it’s so good that the sound I make is more garbled than anything.

“I like that moan, too. You’re so fucking needy, aren’t you?” His smirk grows a fraction. “You wearing panties, Melody?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, or maybe he realizes I don’t have any words left at my disposal. He feels me through my pants, fingering the thin band of my panties at my hip before shifting to slip his hand underneath my leggings.

He finds my pussy again, over my silky panties, and the friction is so decadent that I give a sharp cry into the woods around us. I’m overheating, entire body throbbing.

“All this mud is killing me,” Zac says, kissing me hard, sliding his fingers over my clit. “I want my fingers inside you. I want to touch you, feel your pussy clench around me like you need me.”

I do, though. I do need him, or my body does at least, because I know that if he stopped now, if he took his hand away, stopped rubbing me, I might wither away to nothing.

“Zac,” I moan, and it’s all I can get out.

“You need me inside you, don’t you? Fingers are nice, but it’s my cock you want, isn’t it? Tell me.”

I whimper. Every single soft word out of his mouth brings me closer to the edge, and I need him to keep talking. “I want it,” I admit breathlessly. “I wish you were fucking me.”

Triumph flares in his eyes, and I don’t even care. “You wanna know what I want?”

I nod frantically and he nips my lip.

“I want to peel off these clothes,” he says, fingers rub me agonizingly slow now. “I want you bare for me, nothing between us. I want to touch and taste every bit of your body. I want to spend hours between your legs, licking this perfect pussy until I hear each of your moans a thousand times, memorize them all.”

I can feel how slick I am down there, through my panties. My neck arches when his fingers pick up their pace.

Zac rakes his fingers through my hair, fists a handful and it wrenches another moan out of me. “I want my mouth on you, want you to come on my tongue until you think you have nothing left to give me. That’s when I’ll fuck you. Prove you wrong, make you scream for me. Hard and fast and as messy as this. I want to see my cum drip all over you, out of you—”

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