Page 10 of Alive and Kicking
Nails dig into my hips as I roll them over him. “Please,” he gasps.
I pause, looking past my nose at him. “Please, what?”
“Please just fuck me already,” he says, mirroring my earlier words.
“Condom?” I question, looking around the room like one will just crawl out of the woodwork.
His hands frantically grasp his jeans, and he yanks out his wallet before pulling a square foil package out and tossing everything else away. I accept the condom when he offers it to me, carefully ripping open the package before taking the slimy roll out. I scoot back to straddle his legs and look down at his cock, jutting out ready for me.
A moan leaves Zane’s throat as I wrap my hand around his length and give him a couple pumps. “Viv,” he gasps my name.
Biting my bottom lip, I pull my hand away only to roll the condom down his cock. When it’s secure, I raise myself up over him and reach between my legs to hold him steady at my entrance as I slowly lower myself onto him.
His hips arch up into me when I move too slowly for him, but I don’t allow him to take control. My feet hook over the top of his thighs so I can keep control of our pace, causing a growl to leave him when he’s unable to thrust up into me.
Zane reaches around me to pull my feet off his thighs, then bends his knees, widening his thighs to brace his feet on the floor. One arm wraps around my waist, pressing my chest against his as his other hand buries in my hair and grabs a fistful at the roots.
He starts thrusting up into me with fast, hard movements, and I clench hard around him at the overwhelming pleasure he’s forcing my body to feel. “Zane! Yes, just like that.” He starts thrusting harder. “Fuck!” I gasp.
I’m so close. My head tilts back, my breath trapped in my chest. And just as I’m about to fall over the edge I hear the faint sound of the doorknob being turned.
Yanking my chest away from Zane, I fling Sloane’s hoodie over his chest and turn toward the door as it’s pushed open.
Thunk.
Cain looks up slowly from his phone to see the knife embedded into the doorframe three inches from his head. “What th…” His voice trails off as he turns his head toward us.
“Seriously where are those coming from?” Zane demands, but I ignore him.
Cain’s brows raise at the other knife I’ve got in my hand, poised over my shoulder to throw at him. “Get out!” I snap, fully ready to embed my knife into his thigh if he doesn’t leave.
Zane’s hips lift and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. I spare a moment to glare down at him, only to see a mischievous smirk is curving his lips. “Let him watch.”
My eyelids feel heavier as I try to focus my thoughts with that mental image floating around in my head.
Why is that a bad idea? I can’t seem to recall as I look down at Zane. Though when he thrusts up into me again the hoodie covering him reveals a sliver of his scars. “Your shirt,” I gasp.
He grits his teeth and turns his head to Cain with a hard look in his eyes. “Turn around,” he snaps.
Cain narrows his eyes at the order but turns his back toward us anyway. Before I can even try to get off Zane, he flips us so I’m under him. Sitting back on his ankles, he tugs Sloane’s hoodie over his head, never dislodging himself from me. “That’s better.” He smirks down at me.
He grabs one of my calves, setting it against his shoulder, and when he leans down to brace his arms on either side of my head, he manages to push himself even deeper inside of me. A soft moan leaves me as he pulls his hips back slowly before pushingback in. “You can turn around now,” Zane says as he slams into me.
Glancing up, I see Cain turn, his mouth dropping at the new scenery. A hand clamps around my throat and my eyes swing back to Zane. “Eyes on me. He just gets to watch how perfect you are when you come all over me.”
A pitiful moan leaves me as he slams into me. My nails try to find purchase in the fabric of the hoodie he’s wearing as he thrusts into me with abandon. “Zane! I’m going to come if you keep that up!”
A grin tugs at his lips. “Good. Show him how good I can make you feel.”
He balances himself on one arm and snakes the other between us to rub tight circles on my clit. My back bows and I cry out, gritting my teeth to try and prolong this, but it’s no use. I fall over the edge as I cry out his name. My whole-body trembles and I clamp down around his cock, curses leaving his lips as he follows me over the edge.
Zane’s careful as he takes my leg off his shoulder. His thumb brushes against my clit and my back bows as I whimper from how sensitive I am. He bites down on his lower lip before slowly pulling out of me. “You’re so perfect,” he tells me, before getting to his feet and helping me to mine.
A blush covers my cheeks when I see the puddle on the floor where we were laying. Zane walks over to the sink and pulls a towel out of the cabinet beneath it. I expect him to hand it to me, but Zane would never do anything so simple. Instead, he dries me off before doing the same for himself, soaking up the mess from the floor and then tossing the towel into the corner.
“You should probably go meet up with Nox,” he suggests, handing me my leggings.
I turn to the door to find that we’re the only people in here now. I’m not sure when Cain left, but he didn’t close the door all the way when he did.
