Taming Val Page 8

  His eyes rose back to hers.

  “And now I’ve finally found a way to return the favor.”

  He yearned to reach out and touch her. “You don’t have to return the favor this way.”

  “I want to.” She said the words with authority.

  His voice lowered. “Where?”

  This was really it. He’d given in. Zoey could hardly believe it. “My apartment. Friday. I’d like you to get tested, and then meet me at my place Friday night with the results. Just to be safe. I’ll get tested too, just so you won’t feel alone.”

  He laughed.

  “I’m due for it anyway.”

  “Of course.” He nodded.

  “Once we’re in the clear, we’ll get started. The sooner we start, the better.”

  “Do you really have those Matlock DVDs?”

  She snickered. “No, but I could order them online, if that’s important to you.”

  “Once this happens.” His eyes grew serious in hers. “We can’t go back.”

  “Good,” she whispered.

  She didn’t want to go back.

  Six

  That Friday night, Val and Zoey stood face to face in her bathroom. They hadn’t said much since he’d arrived, outside of a hug hello and an awkward kiss on the cheek. After showing each other their test results, they’d headed straight to her bathroom, where Val set out a tiny plastic syringe, still in it’s wrapper, and a plastic cup that was sealed tight with a bright red cap.

  “You already did it?” she asked, picking up the plastic cup, which was already full.

  “Yeah. A couple hours before I got here. I didn’t want to make you… wait for me…”

  She held the cup up to eye level, examining its contents, while swirling it around in the space between them. She’d never seen it so up close and personal before. To steal a word right from her best friend’s mouth, it was fascinating.

  “Do you have to… swirl it around like that?” he whispered.

  Zoey immediately stopped swirling, and caught his eyes. “I mean, it’s yours,” she said, accusingly, waving it at him. She grinned as he reared back. “It came from you.”

  “I know that. Doesn’t mean I want to see you put on a show with a cup full of my cum.”

  “Okay.” She lowered the cup. “I swear to god, men get sensitive about the most bizarre things.” She fingered the plastic syringe on the counter, before taking it in her hand completely. She swallowed, suddenly nervous. “I’ll just go into my room and…” She held up the syringe, careful to keep the cup of cum that had him so sensitive hidden safely behind her back. “Shouldn’t be long,” she said, looking up into his eyes.

  His own eyes sparkled down at her. “I’m sorry I got sensitive just now.” He motioned to himself. “I’m nervous as hell, Zo.”

  She smiled.

  “Are you?” he asked.

  She bit her lip, then nodded softly.

  “It’s not too late.” His eyes went ripe with the kind of vulnerability she hadn’t even known he was capable of. “It’s not too late to change your mind. I won’t be angry…”

  Not angry, just gutted. If she turned back now, he would be gutted. He would never tell her that, but she could see it in his eyes.

  The truth was, she didn’t want to turn back. It hadn’t even crossed her mind.

  She wanted this.

  She kept her lip between her teeth, then slowly shook her head. She wasn’t turning back.

  “Do you…” His eyes went to her mouth, and he was transfixed. “Do you need… I mean, can I help you? Do you need any help?”

  “I think I got it. It’s not exactly rocket science.”

  “Okay.” He nodded. “Do you want to go get something to eat after? Or…?”

  “What? With you?”

  A surprised smile broke his face. “Yeah, Zo, with me. Who else?”

  “What? Like… sitting down at a table, and eating? With you?”

  “That’s what people usually do when they go out to eat, yeah.”

  She and Val had never sat down and had a meal alone together. The thought of having dinner with him had her more nervous than the cup of his cum in her hand, which she still had hidden squarely behind her back.

  “Are you hungry?” His eyebrows rose when the silence went on for a moment too long.

  “I could eat.”

  He licked his lips, his eyes staying on hers. “Good.” He didn’t realize how hard he was breathing until the silence in the bathroom amplified the sound. “You sure you don’t need help?”

  Zoey jolted softly, then turned away from him, taking the door handle of the bathroom in her hand. “No. Nope. I’ll just go do this…” She raised the syringe. “Then I’ll shower so we can go.”

  Val followed her out of the bathroom, and into the living room, stopping outside her bedroom door. She stepped into her room and, with a quick wave, slowly eased the door shut.

  Once inside the safety of her room, Zoey immediately kicked out of her jeans, leaving her in just a white t-shirt and panties. Before she knew it, she was pacing, gathering her thoughts and her nerve as she continued to clutch the cup and nozzle in her hand.

  Hurrying over to her bedside table, she set down the syringe and went to work getting that bright red top off the plastic cup. The top was stuck on good, and she cursed Val for sealing it so tightly. Resisting the urge to pound the bottom of it like it was a jar of tomato sauce, she gave it all her might, causing the top to give without warning, and with such a quickness, that it flew right out of Zoey’s hand, splattering its contents onto the floor.

  She almost screamed, but by the grace of god managed to bite her tongue.

  “Fuck,” she wheezed as she took in the sight of Val’s cum splattered all over her bedroom carpet. “Fuck, fuck, fuck….”

  She swiped up the cup, and examined what was left inside. There was hardly a drop. Ripping open the plastic syringe frantically, still cursing under her breath, she attempted to suck what was left in the cup out. The syringe took in a little, but it was soon taking in nothing but air as it reached for more. But there was nothing more to give. Setting the cup down, she pulled at the handle of the syringe, but her nerves made her put too much force behind the pull, and she yanked the handle clear out.

  “Really?” she asked, staring at the broken syringe in her hand. No cum. No syringe. She’d royally, royally fucked this one up.

  It was no use. She’d dropped the cum. It was over.

  At least for tonight.

  With a sigh, she walked to the door, and thought about how she was going to tell Val. Her eyes softened when she opened the door and found him leaning against the frame, only realizing she was still in just a t-shirt and underwear when his eyes immediately fell to her bare legs, and stayed there.

  “That was fast,” he said, raising his eyes back to hers with effort. In his dark washed jeans, black shirt, and beanie cap pulled far back on his head, Val was making her feel extremely underdressed, and he didn’t look in any hurry to start removing clothes to even the score. He just watched her, with what looked to be a mix of nerves and rapture. It was a strange mix, one she hadn’t been expecting.

  “It was fast, wasn’t it?” She dropped her gaze, and thought about lying. “I wasn’t exactly romancing myself.”

  “I hope not.”

  His smile was luminous and the sight of it made her hate that she’d just lied to him.

  “Zoey, I can’t thank you enough for doing this—”

  “I dropped the cum!” she screamed.

  Val’s words sputtered to a stop.

  “You put the damn cap on too tight, and I dropped the cum. It’s all over my bedroom floor. Why did you have to put the cap on so tight? This is your fault.”

  Val took a moment, then burst out laughing. “You dropped the cum, Zo? Really?”

  “Yes, and it’s your fault,” she reminded him.

  “You should’ve brought me the cup. I would’ve opened it for you.”

/>   “I thought I had it.” She pouted and crossed her arms.

  “Show it to me. Where did you spill it?”

  For some irrational reason, she was suddenly embarrassed, attempting to block his path when he tried to come into her room.

  “No!” she cried. “I don’t want you to see it!”

  “Two minutes ago you were waving it in my face in the bathroom, now my cum is suddenly top secret?” He pushed gently passed her, circling her bed where there was a very clear and noticeable stain in her carpet. He couldn’t help it, he exploded with laughter, eventually having to pinch his nose between his fingers to gather himself.

  “It’s not funny,” Zoey said from behind him, arms still crossed as he turned to her. “I totally fucked this up.”

  “It’s okay. To be honest, it wasn’t even my best work. I can assure you there’s plenty more where that came from, Zo.”

  “But this is the last day I’m ovulating.”

  He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. “How do you know that?”

  “I asked Angie.”

  He looked off, still smiling. “Angie. Of course.”

  “Pretty sure she’s onto us, by the way. Just a heads up. She gave me some test today. Apparently a woman only has a five day window every month to get pregnant, and then it’s virtually impossible. So if this doesn’t happen tonight, we’ll have to wait another month before it’ll even be worth it to try again.”

  “Zo.” Val sighed. “Maybe this is the universe speaking to us. Maybe this just isn’t supposed to happen.”

  Val didn’t know it yet, but Zoey was hardly listening, because she had already made a decision. A decision that was causing her legs to dance uncontrollably from where they were jutting out of her oversized white t-shirt.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked.

  She answered with her actions. Breaking their eye contact, she reached under her shirt, and bent forward as she pulled her underwear down to her ankles. She stood tall and caught his eyes as she stepped out of them, realizing she’d only taken them off because she’d been beginning to fidget, and had no idea what else to do with her body. She kicked the panties off her feet, blushing furiously when they landed at the tip of his black oxfords.

  From the look of raw need in his eyes, it was clear Val hadn’t been prepared for her to just step right out of her panties with zero provocation.

  “This is happening.” Her big brown eyes went even wider in his. “My panties are off. There’s no going back now.”

  “Zo… I can go to the drugstore. I can get another kit.”

  She shook her head. “No. It has to be now.”

  Val knew she was right. If they didn’t do this now, they never would. Somehow they both knew it.

  Without another word, she climbed into the bed, tucking her legs under the covers before looking up at him.

  “Zo—”

  “We’ll keep it quick. Straight to the point. Technical. Get in, get out. This doesn’t have to be a big deal. We’re two adults.”

  “But Zoey--”

  “No more talking. Let’s go. Clothes off. Cock out.” She wasn’t leaving that room until they’d accomplished what they’d set out to do tonight, and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

  Apparently, Val didn’t need much convincing. Without another word, he moved to the side of the bed, still fully dressed, and waited.

  She could see his chest heaving from under his black t-shirt. For a long while, he just watched her, as if waiting for her to change her mind--to call jinx on this whole thing. Slowly, he lifted his shirt to his head, hesitated, and then pulled it the rest of the way off, letting it fall to his side. It slipped slowly from his fingers, and he watched it pool into a pile on the floor before his gaze met hers, again, just as he fingered his belt buckle. The hard squares of his abs contracted with each violent breath he took, causing a subtle ripple effect.

  He was breathing so hard that Zoey wondered if he was okay.

  “Are you okay?” She spoke her thoughts out loud.

  He swallowed heavily, then nodded. “You?”

  She bit her lip, nodding.

  He went to work on his belt, button, and zipper, then kicked off his shoes and socks. Soon, he was standing before her in just his black boxers and beanie cap.

  Zoey couldn’t stop her eyes from falling to the flap in his boxers, which was gaping slightly open and revealing just a hint of his hardness, the fabric tented with his excitement.

  Perfect. She’d wondered whether or not she’d have to help him along, or better yet, whether he’d have to help himself along, but he was clearly more than ready for her.

  With trembling hands, she lifted the blanket, and he leapt at the invitation, quickly climbing into bed beside her. Like children, there was still something that made them both feel safer being under the covers. He adjusted his body until they were both on their sides, face to face, chests heaving nervously in time.

  “I…” he whispered, his eyes searching her face. “Do you need me to…? Should I…?”

  Her eyes widened when she realized what he was asking. “No, nope. I’m uh… I’m ready.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She laid down on her back. “Yes.”

  She breathed deep when he climbed between her splayed legs, giving her most of his weight. He was huge. The wideness of his body caused her legs to spread as far as they would go, almost to the point of pain. She wiggled beneath him, smiling shyly when she felt the hardness on her belly twitch at the movement, before settling her knees up high around his waist. She breathed in relief. That was better. At least now she didn’t feel like his weight was going to tear her right in two.

  His arousal was warm against her heaving stomach. The covers were pulled high, to the middle of his back, and the lights were low. She was surprised by the urge to push the covers away, so she could see him.

  All of him.

  Their eyes met, locked, and for a moment they just watched each other.

  “Do you need me to…?”

  He immediately shook his head. “No… no, I’m ready.”

  She removed the beanie that he’d forgotten to take off, matching his bashful smile as she threw it to the floor before running her fingers languidly through his dark hair. His hair tumbled into his eyes as she fingered the product away, shadowing his eyes, which were now dark brown with need.

  “Me too. I’m ready.”

  “Now?”

  “Yeah, right now.”

  “Okay.” His hand disappeared between their bodies under the covers, and both of their eyes widened at the same time as he pushed just the tip inside, held still, gauged her reaction, and then gave her a little more.

  Zoey gasped at the gentle invasion, even though Val was taking it slow and steady. It was occurring to her that she should’ve taken a closer look at his dick before she spread her legs for him. Without even looking between their bodies, where he was slowly sinking in, she was positive he was the biggest that had ever been inside of her. Even as wet as she was, her walls resisted his entry, silently communicating their shock by pulsating against him instantly.

  Val pounded his fists into the pillows on either side of her head as he sank in. She was tight. It felt incredible. He tried to bite back a moan, afraid it would make her uncomfortable, but couldn’t help himself. A deep, shuddering groan left his lips as her pussy drew him in, so tight, so slow.

  “Are you okay?” He hoped she was. He didn’t know how he would stop if she wasn’t. It would take absolutely everything he had.

  She nodded as he pressed his forehead to hers, holding her eyes. She couldn’t speak. As her body spread for him, accommodating him, finding the necessary space, the familiar shots of pleasure began to take place of the pain, and she cried out when he filled her to the hilt. “Oh god.”

  “It’s okay?” he asked, again, as he pulled out, waiting for her to nod before pushing slowly back in. He picked up his pace, unable to control his hush
ed pants as he fucked Zoey. Zoey. The moment he heard her name in his head, accepted that this was really Zoey’s sweet pussy pulling him so perfectly, he lost control, crying out her name as he came violently. His back arched as he filled her, hiding his face in her neck as he emptied himself, too ashamed to look at her.

  His body fluttered with aftershocks and he clutched handfuls of her sheets in his trembling hands. “Please tell me I didn’t just blow inside you in seconds,” he gasped into her neck, moments later.

  She buried her fingers in his hair, hoping he’d lift his head and look at her. He didn’t.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered shakily.

  “Why would you be sorry? That’s what we’re here for, right? We got what we came for. Finally. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me.”

  He lifted his head and searched her eyes adoringly.

  “I’m sorry I dropped the cum.” She hardly believed her own words. Was she sorry? She wasn’t sure.

  She gasped when he suddenly covered her lips with his.

  He breathed in a trembling breath as his lips touched hers, pulling away ever so softly before going back in for more.

  Finally managing to find her breath passed her wild heart and roaring stomach, she accepted his soft kiss. She returned it.

  It felt sweet, like a thank you.

  He pulled back barely, brushing the tip of his nose against hers just as his tongue came out and tested her lips, proving her thoughts wrong. There was nothing sweet about this kiss. It was sensual, there was feeling, there was intention, and when the two mixed, something within her exploded, and still holding his golden eyes, she parted her lips for him, and he accepted her silent offer with vigor. He took the kiss, took control, tasting her with a fervor that curled around her heart in the warmest way. Their tongues slipped erotically against each other, eliciting a defenseless groan from deep inside him.

  They tilted their heads in time, and Val opened his mouth wider, wanting more of her, wanting all of her.

  Zoey’s eyes grew wide in his as she felt him swell and twitch from where he was still planted deep. “Wait, are you hard, again?” It wasn’t possible for a man to be ready for round two this quickly. Surely she was imagining things.