even though I had thought that I had nothing left inside of me. My hands clenched into fists, and I felt frustration build.
Here we went again, the same pattern. We wanted each other. I was willing to give everything. Zach felt that he couldn’t.
I decided to try a different tack.
“Since you’re the king of finding out things about me that I haven’t told you, I suppose you know that my parents died in a car accident?” Zach’s fingers bit into my skin painfully at my surprising pronouncement, and I felt him deliberately relax them, one by one.
“I did.” The barriers had slammed closed, I could hear it in his voice. Though I trembled, I pressed on.
“They were on a trip when it happened. A romantic little weekend getaway. I wasn’t even there.” Zach’s hands had been soaping my breasts, and his fingers closed over my nipples sharply, a warning.
I ignored it.
“Even though I wasn’t anywhere close, I still had nightmares, dreams that felt so real that I couldn’t get into a car for months afterward. I might never have, except I knew that being able to drive, to be in a moving vehicle equaled freedom.”
I clenched my teeth tightly together, partly from the memories that I had done my best to forget, and partly because I was waiting for him to yell, or to order me out.
“Drop it, Devon.” His words were devoid of emotion, but that, I knew, was the way he coped.
“Make me.” I knew from experience that sometimes a person needed an uncomfortable push to face facts and start to heal.
I gasped when he spun me on his lap, spreading my legs so that I straddled his lap. He shoved his cock into me without warning, and I gasped as he began to thrust up, over and over and with brutal force. I knew he was deflecting, changing the subject, but my body was so conditioned to arousal at his touch that I found myself unable to do more than hold on as he lost himself in my body.
My breasts floated on top of the water. Slipping his mouth beneath the surface as he continued to move inside of me, he sucked first one nipple, then the other between his lips, sucking hard, then laving with the rough surface of his tongue, driving me mad.
I wanted him to slow down, to let me gather my wits, to continue to push the conversation, but he drove us on, taking us both relentlessly towards climax.
Reaching between my legs, I circled his cock with my thumb and forefinger. As he continued to thrust, I added a small twist of my wrist, wanting him to remember who it was that he was inside of.
“Fuck. Devon!” His movements faltered for a moment, and I took advantage of his momentary uncertainty to pull off of him.
“Sit on the edge of the tub.” My voice sounded far more firm than I felt, but if he was going to use my body as a diversionary tactic, then he was damn well going to enjoy the experience.
His eyes shadowed with something dangerous, and I gestured again.
“Now.” Casting me a look that said I would hear about it later, Zach pulled himself from the warm bath, bracing his weight on the edge of the tub.
I moved in quickly. Palming the heavy weight of his testicles in one hand, I sucked his cock between my lips with the other. He groaned, his hips shoving his cock farther into my mouth, his hands fisting in my hair as I sucked, swirling my tongue over the head and continuing to twirl my free hand around the base.
The first taste of salt trickled over my tongue, and I felt satisfaction wash through me. I continued my assault on his erection, and moments later, when I felt his sac begin to tighten, I knew that he was about to explode.
“No.” Pulling my head back by the hair, he slipped back into the water. I was ready for him when he turned me, my back to his front, and again seated himself inside of me.
He could control me completely from this position. All I could do was curl my legs underneath his thighs and go along for the ride.
My breasts bobbed above the water with each hard thrust. His hand moved
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