Page 75 of Hard Rock Desires
“More,” I choked out.
“Fuck, Grace,” he groaned, fingers digging into my skin. “You drive me goddamn crazy.”
“More!” I demanded.
With a snap of his hips, he slammed into me. I threw my head back with a cry, eyes flying wide open as I fluttered around him, struggling to accommodate his size. I panted and gasped and trembled.
He bent over and pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck.
“Okay?” he asked.
I nodded my head furiously.
“Keep going,” I said through heavy breaths.
He obeyed, thrusting in and out, his stiff length reaching the very depths of me, hitting every sensitive spot, wringing pleasure from my body that I hadn’t known was possible.
It wasn’t long before the pleasure began to be too much. I reached higher and higher peaks, until it felt like I’d floated off the earth and into the stratosphere, before exploding into a thousand pieces. I cried out loudly, too far gone to care if anyone heard. I clamped down around him, making him curse and grunt as he followed me in the abyss.
We shook together so hard the bed shifted and creaked. He gave a few last desperate thrusts before slowly his muscles eased, unlocking and relaxing.
I let my arms and legs go limp and collapsed on the mattress. Zain followed me, plastering his chest to my back. We were sweaty and sticky and glowing with satisfaction.
He kissed the nape of my neck again.
“Was it too much?” he asked.
“It was perfect,” I replied. “But you’re crushing me.”
He chuckled and rolled onto his side. He gazed into my eyes and tucked a damp strand of hair behind my ear.
“You’re perfect,” he said, so sincere it almost brought tears to my eyes. I buried my head in his neck before he could see.
We were silent as we basked, but before long I became anxious.
“Do you think your friends heard us?” I asked, fidgeting nervously with the bedsheets.
I knew that Kaylee probably suspected we were sleeping together, but it was an entirely different thing to have her listening in. Micah didn’t live with the rest of them, so I was safe there. But I didn’t know about Finn, or the still unseen Anya and Chris.
“I think I was pretty loud,” I flushed.
“It’s nothing worse than Finn’s made me listen to,” he said.
I wrinkled my nose. I didn’t like the comparison. I rolled over and reached for the tissues on his nightstand to clean up. He did the same.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured me. “Finn isn’t home right now, the girls are on the second floor and Chris is on the first. This place is big enough they wouldn’t be able to hear anything.”
That was a relief. But that did remind me of something I’d been meaning to ask.
“Will I ever get to meet your other friends?” I tilted my head at Zain curiously.
Zain paused in the middle of putting his jeans back on.
“Actually,” he looked uncertain, but continued. “We’ve got a practice session later. Would you maybe want to, I mean, you don’t have to, I don’t know if you’d be interested, but if you want—”
I stopped his rambling with a kiss.
“I’d love to watch you practice,” I told him with a smile. “I want to meet all your friends.”
