Bad Boy Blues(94)

As if they’re paying me for this. So he can have a body to slake his lusts in.

They are all fools, then.

They don’t need to pay me. I’ll be his, body and soul, for free and forever.

Zach gives a hard thrust of his pelvis. “Are you ready for that? Are you gonna let me bang all your holes tonight, Blue? Both of them.”

The shower is wetting my skin but I still feel like my pores are parched.

“Yes. Anything you want.”

A harsh breath escapes him and he drops his forehead on the crook of my neck on a groan. “Christ, you’re driving me crazy, baby.”

I turn my face and kiss his hair. “You drive me crazy too.”

He looks up then, his eyes hooded. Kissing me, he steps back and away from my body.

Keeping our eyes connected, he searches for the soap, finds it and squirts it on his palm. He lathers it up, breathing wildly. But unlike me, he doesn’t wash my entire body.

No, he goes for my butt.

“Thrust out your ass,” he commands.

Looking away from his intense eyes, I do it. I’m staring at the tiled wall when I feel his soapy fingers on my crease.

I gasp when he goes to my tight, clenched-up hole and circles it with his fingers. I feel him pulling the cheeks apart to get better access to it and I barely suppress my groan. My nails are clawing on the wall when he asks me to relax.

Still working on my hole, he presses his chest to my back and sucks on my earlobe. I moan, dropping my head back and resting it against him.

Maybe I’m relaxed enough now because he pops his finger inside, swirling it.

“Zach, I…”

“Shh, relax. I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Push back.”

It takes me a second to realize that he means push back, not with my body, but with my internal muscles.

I burn with embarrassment as I obey him. As if by magic, his finger slips inside even more.

It’s weird, the fullness, but I don’t hate it.

In fact, it makes me want to rub my clit. It starts up an ache somewhere deep in my core.

Zach kisses my cheek softly and brings one hand to play with my nipple. That gets me going even more.

My pussy is juicing up and I shift on my feet, lodging his long finger inside my ass even deeper.

“You like that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Thank fuck,” he mutters.

I don’t know how I can smile at a moment like this, when he’s working his finger inside my butt, but I do.

He starts up a rhythm, in and out, loosening me up somewhat, and I rock against him. A second later, I feel the pressure doubling up and I realize Zach has managed to pop in another finger. He’s scissoring them inside me, stretching me out for his cock.

I don’t think anything can prepare me for his thick, long erection but I love him for trying. For making me like it.

Lustfully, I cover his hand on my breast and press it. Zach moves his down then, leaving me alone to toy with my mound, and goes to my clit. He strums it, making me moan.

My orgasm takes me by surprise. It happens so quickly, so suddenly, as soon as he touches my clit. It’s not explosive though. But it’s enough to clench all the muscles in my lower body and relax me.

I miss his body heat when he moves away from me.

With heavy eyes, I see him soaping his dick and I know this is it. This is the moment he’ll enter my ass. He was just waiting for me to relax.

Looking up at me, Zach bends me forward even more and positions his dick. “Relax, okay? And push back.”

I nod. “Okay.”

Something somber washes over his face. Something that looks like gratitude. “I won’t hurt you, Blue.”

He’s said it to me before but this time, I feel it down to my soul. I know he means now. He means he’ll go slow. But I pretend he means emotionally, and he means forever.

“I know,” I reply. “Now put it in.”

A lip twitch.

And then, I feel the pressure. I have to turn away from him and rest my forehead on the wall.

Maybe I’m clamming up in fear because I feel Zach trying to enter but he hasn’t breached me yet. I feel him come forward and play with my clit again. It makes me jerk with how hypersensitive I am.

“Push back, Blue,” he whispers. “Let me in, baby.”

Something about the cajoling tone of his words and that wicked finger on my clit loosens me up again, and he manages to stick the crown of his shaft in.

“God,” I groan, panting.

Zach drops his forehead on my shoulder and bites at the skin. “Fucking Christ…”

His hips move, only a short jab but we both feel it too much with the way we’re moaning.

“You’re so tight. So, so tight. I can’t…” he rasps.

I hear the agony in his voice. It reminds me so much of the night he took my virginity and was so worried about hurting me that I reach back and caress his hair.

And I push back more, welcoming him deeper.

Zach curses, his hips slowly, very slowly, rocking into me. In and out. It’s barely there, the rhythm but still, I feel like I’m bursting at the seams.

I feel like I could come like this. With his fragile, careful pumps and his finger on my clit.

But then, he leaves my clit to grab my hips and keep me steady. Until then, I didn’t realize that I was swaying, that my legs were too weak to hold me up.