Taming Val Page 9

  He answered with his hips, looking between their bodies as he pulled out of her until just the head of his dick remained, before slamming back in. His face contorted in response to the painful perfection of her sucking him dry, shocked himself that he’d managed to be ready for another round so quickly. He couldn’t help but cry out as he filled her to the hilt, and his hand flew to her hip, holding her down against the mattress with force as he thrust in and out, slow, then fast.

  “Oh god.” Her legs curled open like she was in heat, needing so much more. There was nothing technical about the way he was moving now. The look in his eyes, the way he touched her, the slow rhythm he’d taken up, coming perfectly in time with her hushed pants of pleasure, the wet kisses that followed each hit… none of it said technicality.

  Val was making love to her.

  Her pussy shattered with moisture when she realized what was happening, and her heart exploded with it. She couldn’t help but scream when he placed his hand on her heaving belly as he fucked her, and found her clit with his thumb.

  White hot pleasure sizzled across her skin, and she threw her head back.

  Val picked up his pace, releasing his own strangled cries as her pussy tugged him so perfectly, happily swirling her clit with his thumb, the sight of her coming completely apart for him egging him on. In the back of his mind he knew it was never meant to go this far. The goal tonight had been to get his seed inside of her as quickly and efficiently as possible, and go on his way. As her body continued to swallow him whole in its wet, velvety embrace, he realized he wanted to give her everything he had, and not quickly or efficiently at all. He wanted to give it to her slow, fast. He wanted to take his time, destroy her, enjoy her, hear her beg, see her cum.

  He needed to see her cum.

  With effort, he pulled out of her completely, gritting his teeth when her pussy audibly protested his exit, making the sweetest suction sound he’d ever heard. He loved that his was the biggest dick she’d ever had inside, how her body seemed to both welcome and oppose its departure. He made amends with his mouth, shoving her thighs far apart with his broad shoulders before fastening his tongue to her clit, licking forcefully. The blanket fell away, giving her an unbridled view of him eating her pussy, fluttering his tongue against her clit, watching her intently with those golden eyes as he worked.

  Zoey screamed out again, taking hold of the back of her thighs to give him unfiltered access. It felt wrong in all the best ways, his hot tongue running so surely over her hard, sensitive nub. Shot after shot of pleasure curled into her bones, and every inch of her body begged for more, driving her to spread her legs as wide as they would go, taking the back of his head in her hand as she grinded against his lips.

  “Yes, Val,” she gasped, now so desperate to cum she could no longer think about whether this was right or wrong, or what it would mean when she woke up the next day. She just needed to finish, more than she could ever remember wanting or needing anything, and the effort he was putting in between her legs ensured he would absolutely take her there.

  “You taste so good, Zo,” he said, gravely, pulling away just barely, a string of her sweet juices following him as he did. He broke the bridge of moisture by slipping two fingers easily inside her, sweet chills chasing his body as her screams intensified at the welcome invasion. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he breathed, just before licking a slow trail back up her pounding center, finding her clit with his lips and tongue once more, licking, slurping, guiding her ravenously to that beautiful edge.

  She was going to come so hard. She could feel it climbing across every inch of her skin, making a home in the pit of her belly, and finally exploding to life when his fingers made a come hither motion inside her, brushing the bumpy walnut of her G-spot, claiming her body as his, giving her permission to come undone.

  And come undone she did. She couldn’t even scream as she came, the sound was trapped somewhere inside her throat as the unbelievable pleasure sliced at her vocal cords, her thought process, her logic, anything and everything that didn’t involve riding this intense wave of pleasure all the way to the end. She held his head hard against her pussy with both hands, fistfuls of his hair trapped between her greedy fingers as she thrashed and shuddered beneath him. The aftershocks hit her just as hard, until she found herself rolling over that sweet edge, again, not realizing that Val’s lips weren’t even on her anymore until she felt his dick spreading her channel open, once more.

  Her eyes shot open, her brown eyes meeting his gold, which had gone almost black with his own severe need to finish.

  He thrust into her blindly, releasing strangled moans, not realizing he was holding his breath. The simple act of breathing kept slipping his mind, he was too consumed with the sensation of her warm canal accepting him and fighting him, all at once. Not welcoming him, but not willing to let him leave, either. A few times, his dick slipped out of her from the sheer tightness, and he guided it back in without missing a beat, desperate to be submerged in her, surrounded by her.

  When he slipped out again, that beautiful pop her pussy made whenever he left her was the last thing he heard before he flipped her onto her back, and sank in from behind. He screamed out, bracing one hand on the bed and the other on the small of her back, watching her ass bounce as he took her. He clutched the t-shirt she still wore in his hand, wanting nothing more than to rip it off, to see all of her, but he couldn’t stop.

  “You feel so good, Zo.” Ecstasy clouded his face, and he frowned against the orgasm he could feel building. He clenched his teeth, and fought it with everything he had. He wasn’t ready. She pushed up from where she’d been screaming into the mattress, and braced herself. Locking her arms, she pushed her ass back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. Looking over her shoulder, she caught his eyes as she bounced on his dick.

  “Oh my god, baby.” Val let his hands linger in the air over her ass, drowning in the music of her wet pussy, and the sound her ass made every time it slapped against his skin. He was in awe. It was the tightest channel he’d ever had the honor of sinking into, and he wanted to realize that honor again and again. His eyes met hers from where she was looking at him from over her shoulder, and he realized he wanted this constantly. Everyday if she’d let him.

  Zoey couldn’t believe it when she felt another orgasm building, not realizing she’d even been capable of coming this many times. No man had ever brought her so high, so quickly, and when she felt him swelling so big inside of her, she was sure he was going to rip her in half. She came again, just as his warmth filled her for the second time.

  He leaned forward with his stomach against her back, entwined their fingers, and fastened his lips to hers from behind, screaming his orgasm into her sweet mouth, matching their kisses with each pump. His dick fired off inside her violently and without mercy, and it wasn’t until every last shock was expelled from his body that he realized what he’d done.

  Zoey immediately collapsed, and he followed her.

  Burying her head into a pillow, she fell asleep underneath him, completely spent, and he couldn’t help it as he passed out as well, his dick still twitching inside her.

  Seven

  Zoey expected the next morning to be like the mornings back in high school. The ones where she’d open her eyes with the distant memory of Val holding her, the feel of his strong arms and manly scent dancing around in the back of her mind, only to find him gone. Even when his presence, the warmth of his body, was somehow still lingering on her sheets, he’d always been gone before she woke up.

  Not this morning.

  She immediately closed her eyes, again, when she realized her head was cradled in the warm, solid nook of his elbow from where he was holding her gently, but possessively. His big hand cupped her shoulder from where it was wrapped around her, holding her back against his chest.

  She could feel his heartbeat.

  She couldn’t believe he was still there, and wondered if she’d imagined everything that�
��d happened the night before. Then she looked under the covers and realized she still wasn’t wearing underwear. She could already tell that when she stood up, her pussy would be throbbing with pain. The best kind of pain.

  Val had fucked her senseless last night.

  He hadn’t just fucked her, he’d loved her, and brought alive a realm of pleasure that she hadn’t known was possible. It had happened, and it had been real.

  The craziest part was that she knew that hadn’t been his intention. He’d truly only climbed into bed with her because she’d kicked her panties off and made the decision for him. Something had changed within him halfway through the night, however, something he’d been fighting back when it came to her, and something that he clearly no longer had the strength to go up against.

  Val had surrendered last night, and it had stolen her heart.

  She blushed. In the midst of their passion, they hadn’t even managed to remove the t-shirt she still had on.

  Then, just like that, the fear suddenly hit her.

  It was so strong that she crawled out of bed, managing not to wake him, and made her way out of her bedroom, just to get her mind right. Why did she suddenly feel overwhelmed with terror? Her heartbeat increased to the point of pain, making it hard to breathe. Stepping into the kitchen, she covered it with her hand, taking deep, heaving breaths.

  She pulled the tin of coffee from the cupboard, attempting normalcy. She flashed back to Val thrusting, overwhelmed by passion, and gasped in a breath.

  She couldn’t breathe.

  She was panting softly, uncontrollably, as she robotically made a pot of coffee, enough for two, while biting her lip. She told herself not to think of Val naked, making love to her, but it was a lost cause.

  Just as soon as she’d gathered some sense of composure, the door to her bedroom creaked open, and it was gone again. She clawed together all of the strength and courage she had left in her crumbling body, which wasn’t much, and looked toward the door of her room. Her shoulders instantly relaxed.

  How could a sight like that be terrifying?

  Val trudged slowly out into the living area, his sleepy feet dragging against the wood floors as he moved. He was squinting an eye against the morning sun seeping into her windows while scratching his bare belly. He’d managed to get his boxers and jeans back on, but seemed to have given up when it came time for his shirt and shoes.

  His eyes met hers from across the room, and he smiled sheepishly.

  That’s when it hit her. Really hit her. Val had slept over. He’d held her in his arms. From the stories she heard from Gary, Roman, and Leo, spending the night with a woman was something Val simply never did. After getting his sexual fill from his female company, he immediately set to work getting himself, or her, completely out of sight.

  But he was still there. Was it because he felt obligated? A man couldn’t very well sneak out in the middle of the night on a woman who’d offered to carry his child, right?

  She nodded to herself. That was it. That had to be it. He’d stayed the night out of obligation, not because she was special, or different. The big question was why she wanted to be. She wanted to be the girl who was different in Val’s mind. The one he wanted to spend the night with. Like every other woman in existence, she had an overwhelming urge to be the one who changed Val, the one who was special enough to make him turn his back on the life he’d built, and grown used to.

  She blinked away the thoughts when he entered the kitchen and came up next to her. She turned her body to him with a shakily whispered, “Hey.”

  He wrapped his arms around her waist in what started as a soft, sleepy hug, but it instantly became something more. He pulled her in tightly, his muscles flexing in the effort he exerted to get her closer. Tucking his head into her neck, he breathed deep, feeling her come to her toes as he brought her body as close to his as possible. He moaned before he could stop himself.

  So did she. “Did you sleep well?” She ran a hand slowly down the back of his neck. Her eyes widened when it occurred to her that she’d done it without thinking. This all felt just as intimate as last night, and she was sure, like last night, neither of them had intended it to.

  He didn’t pull away. “Yes,” he finally said, his voice low and deep with sleep. He held her tighter.

  “It was pretty…” Finally able to control her words and her actions, Zoey bit her tongue and pulled away. She made her tone sound jokey. “I’m surprised you were here when I woke up. Gary always talks about how you’re such a hit it and quit it kind of guy.”

  He looked at her like she’d stabbed him. “Come on, baby.”

  Baby. The word blasted her with so much force she was surprised she hadn’t gone flying across the room. It wasn’t laced with irritation, or annoyance, or impatience, like it usually was whenever he used that word with her. It was almost syrupy sweet. The sound of it, in combination with the image of him working her to multiple orgasms the night before, had her body instantly responding in ways that it shouldn’t have been.

  “Would you like a cup of coffee?” She pointed to the pot. “I make it really strong and dark, but I have lots of cream and sugar if you don’t like that.”

  Val didn’t even look at the pot, holding her eyes. “I have work in ten minutes.”

  There was no way in hell he’d be able to make it on time. Not from Williamsburg to Tribeca in rush hour traffic. How had he allowed himself to sleep in so late? He knew the answer, but was too afraid to entertain it, so he spoke before his mind could go there. “I should go.”

  Something in his tone had changed, in his eyes. Just as quickly as it had been there, the gentle demeanor he’d been exhibiting was gone, as if every second that passed had a truth washing over him that he wasn’t ready to face.

  She wanted him to stay. Novsky could survive without him for one day. “I could put your clothes in the wash first—”

  “I’m sorry about last night.” He suddenly placed his hands over his stomach.

  Her eyes fell to them, and saw his fingers quaking gently. “You don’t have to apologize.”

  “No, I do… I really do. Here you are, a girl who’s like a sister to me…”

  Her heart sank. They’d made love last night, and all of a sudden he had the stomach to refer to her using that word? She’d waited ten years for him to call her sister, and now that he finally had she couldn’t remember ever hating anything more. The word sliced right through her like hot steel, and she finally began to appreciate the poignant shift that had occurred between them. Val had been right. They’d made a decision, and they could never go back.

  But Val seemed determined to try.

  “You’re like a sister to me…”

  She wheezed in a breath. If he called her that again, she would simply have to kill him. Right where he stood. She had half a mind to warn him, but she was too irritated to speak.

  Val motioned to her. “And you were kind enough to do me this massive favor. I lost complete control last night, Zo, and that’s not acceptable.”

  “Our goal was insemination right? To get as much of you inside me as possible, so that we’d stand a better chance of conceiving on the first try.” She felt weird about the words coming out of her mouth. It all sounded so medical, so sterile, so unlike everything they’d shared the night before. “That was the plan, and we succeeded.”

  “Zoey, we didn’t inseminate you last night. We made love last night,” he said, covering his heart. When he realized what his hands were doing, he immediately put them in his pockets instead. “We fucked,” Val corrected. The term making love had been too strong—far too accurate—and had the potential to open a lot of doors that he knew he could never open.

  He didn’t miss the pain on her face at his correction, and his eyes narrowed away from the sight, focusing on a picture of she, Gary, and Roman from high school that was stuck to her fridge. His eyes zeroed in on Gary in that photo, hugging her close around the waist, smiling that smile that didn’t quite
reach his eyes. Val used that as his drive to say it, again. “We fucked, because I failed to show the appropriate restraint as a man. There was a clear boundary, and I crossed it, so I’m apologizing to you as a man.”

  “You act like you attacked me or something, Val. I was there, too, you know. I thought it was a nice night. Really nice. And a perfect way to kick things off. I—”

  He watched her stumble, hating how adorable he found it. It had been a nice night, but it had spiraled so far out of control that it scared the shit out of him. The fact that he’d been able to convince himself he could handle being inside her--that he’d been able to lie to himself to that massive an extent--was downright terrifying.

  “I should really get to work,” he cleared his throat, and turned away from her before she could say another word, heading into her bedroom to put on the rest of his clothes.

  When he made his way back out into the living area, she was leaning against the half wall across from the door, still wearing that t-shirt with her arms crossed, smiling awkwardly at him. Great. Now she felt awkward. After splitting herself all the way open for him the night before, after coming completely apart for him…. this was what he’d done. It was what he’d had to do, and he hated that with every part of him. His eyes fell to her legs as she crossed them nervously back and forth, momentarily entranced by her fire red toenails as she pointed them against the wood floors. She was so nervous, there wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t in motion. He knew that if he touched her under that t-shirt, her body would be ready for him in every way a woman could be ready for a man.

  He pushed back the thoughts while stopping in front of her in the foyer with one hand on the door. Meeting her eyes, he took a deep breath and tried to smile. He couldn’t tell if he was, there were too many things going on inside of him to focus in on any one thing, but he hoped he was at least smiling at her.

  “I think we should stop, Zo.”

  Zoey’s eyes fell closed, and she brought the tip of her nail between her teeth.