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I watched her head bend down, her lips parting, and then I felt what must’ve been the best thing ever: her mouth around my dick, her tongue, running around the tip. My head fell back; I couldn’t even watch. Watching would only lead me to come sooner, and right now I wanted to last. The very last thing I wanted to do was erupt and embarrass myself because I couldn’t keep it in for more than fifteen seconds.
The feeling of her mouth wrapped around my length was something I couldn’t describe. More than words, so much more. Zoey knew exactly what to do to make me feel like losing it. She knew how to suck, how to quicken her pace—and when she went to cup my balls while bobbing her head along me, I squeezed my hands on the sofa’s cushions.
Damn. She was good.
My hips began to jerk of their own accord, and luckily Zoey knew what that meant—that I was close to coming. She pulled her mouth off my dick, licking her lips as she stood, climbing over me, back to straddling me on the couch.
Our gazes locked the moment she reached for my length, guiding it to her entrance, and neither one of us blinked as she sunk down on me, taking me in inch after inch. Zoey let out a flushed sigh, while my chest could only breathe raggedly. When I was fully inside her, she began to rock her hips, riding me on her couch.
I held onto her hips again, this time digging my fingers into her sides, feeling her bounce along my dick with what had to be wild abandon, a deep, carnal hunger. Zoey was wild as she rode me, her body taking charge, taking the lead like it was always meant to, and I was a slave to her, a willing participant in anything she might want me to do.
How could I possibly say no to her? How could I look her in the eye and deny her anything? I’d been a fool to try. Zoey had me, and she had me good.
Her pace picked up, and I tried to hold myself off, tried to think of burning babies or whatever the hell else my health teacher in high school had advised the guys in the class to think about when trying to hold off an orgasm.
Needless to say, it didn’t really work out. My mind was too caught up in Zoey and the feeling of her tight, wet cunt milking me.
I came, and I came hard. I came so hard my entire body spasmed, a low groan escaping my throat as I trembled beneath her. My head fell back after the orgasm faded, my entire body on fire, the best feeling in the world.
Zoey’s pace began to slow, and soon enough her grinding hips stopped. She placed her head on my shoulder, breathing just as hard as I was, her skin literally burning up from what we just did.
Sex. We just had sex.
I just had sex with Zoey. It was going to take me a while to let it really sink in.
“So,” she spoke, her breath hitting the side of my neck as she nuzzled against me, my dick still inside her, “when do you want to go out again?” Zoey grinned up at me, and as I angled my head down to stare at her, to meet those vibrant, beautiful blue eyes, I could feel everything changing.
I liked this girl a lot. I wanted to do more than take her out on another date. I wanted to call her more than just my too-pretty-to-be-real neighbor. If I had my way, Zoey would be all mine. My girlfriend.
But that was probably getting ahead of myself, so I had to play it cool.
Chapter Thirteen – Zoey
Well, so much for keeping myself away from Lake, huh? A tiny part of it, if I was honest, was because of what happened with Roman. His strange, unexplained disappearance. But, you know what? Another part, a bigger part, was simply because I was searching for something—something real, something genuine. Something I apparently never had before.
I wanted to be someone’s whole world, the light in their eyes and the fire in their heart and body. I wanted to be someone’s everything, the way I never was for Bryan, to have someone who cared about me more than anything else in the world, the way my family never really cared.
A foolish want, I knew. This wasn’t a fairytale. This wasn’t a book or a movie; this was real life, and right now my real life sucked something fierce. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I wasn’t, not really. The downside of being human meant knowing reality sucked while simultaneously wishing it was better, hoping for something more in the future. I’d probably only be disappointed, but that was something I’d deal with when the time came.
Lake and I got into a groove. We went out a few more times, got to know each other more. He was almost too normal. Too down-to-earth, the complete opposite of any guy from Hillcrest. The guys I was used to being around were often too caught up in themselves, in their own problems or appearances, to really pay much attention to anyone else, Bryan included.
It was a Tuesday night, and I was set to leave for work, wearing what I normally did to cover up the skimpy under suit I’d be wearing while at the Dollhouse. I left my apartment, checking the lock, prepared for Lake to walk me out, as he usually did when I worked nowadays.
He literally wanted to spend as much time with me as he could, like he could never get enough, and I loved it.
If I wasn’t careful, I’d fall for him as fast and as hard as I fell for Roman’s dominance and Carter’s abrasiveness. Hah, judging from the men I liked, I liked a bit of everything. Hot and cold, soft and rough, kind and wild. Give it all to me. Variety was the spice of life, you know? And I was trying to live the life my parents would’ve never let me, had I stayed with them.
But, for whatever reason, Lake wasn’t in the hall, ready to walk me out. I debated on going to his door and knocking; maybe he was in the bathroom or something? Or maybe he just forgot. He knew I worked Tuesday and Thursday nights.
Still didn’t know I worked at the Dollhouse, though. When he’d asked me what I did, I told him I worked overnight at some local store for cleaning. Eventually I’d have to tell him. Or, perhaps I’d grow the balls to quit the Dollhouse and sever the last connection I had with Roman, and it could stay a secret.
It wasn’t like I cared much, whether or not Lake knew. I just… I didn’t know if he’d think of me differently. I didn’t know how he’d react, so I’d rather just not let it get to that point.
I decided knocking on his door would seem a little needy, a little too much, so I simply went to the elevator and hit the down button, waiting by myself for the doors to slide open. It’s okay. Everything was fine. I’d probably see Lake tomorrow, and he’d apologize half a dozen times for not being here to walk me out.
Eh, I was a big girl. I could handle the walk by myself. It was just nice to have him there, to talk with him more and see those dimples as much as I could.
We hadn’t had sex again; Lake was right when he said we should take things slow. That night on our first date, I’d needed it, though. I’d needed the release, needed to know that he wanted me like that. Call me selfish, call me petty, whatever. After being with Roman and Carter, I needed a not-so-vanilla sex life.
