SWNOVELS Dirty Games: Chapter 8
ZAYN PULLS ME CLOSE, threading his fingers into my hair and holding me in place so he can kiss me breathless. After the first night he fed me dinner and listened to me ramble about my day, I’ve fantasized about being in his arms. Now, it’s actually happening, and it’s even more magical than I imagined.
Zayn’s calloused hands snake under my shirt and then slip up my sides, and I itch to feel more of his skin as well. I reach under his T-shirt and scrape my nails down the contours of his abdomen, feeling every ripple of his defined stomach, and I’m dying to see what I’m touching.
“Take your shirt off,” I whisper.
He complies immediately, reaching for the bottom of his shirt. I help as I drag it over his hair, messing his hair in the process, making him appear wild. His pecs and shoulders are covered with more tattoos, matching the sleeves he has inked on his arms. He works hard on his body, and it shows.
He leans his head back against the couch and studies my face while I continue to gaze upon all the artwork on his body. “Now, your turn.”
I stare down at him, hesitant to take off my shirt, which is crazy, considering he’s already seen me in a skimpy bikini—and even my nipple—but I’ve always been hesitant to show off much skin. “Can we just leave my top on?”
He tilts his head as his brow furrows. “Why?”
I bite my lip. “I’m not…it’s hard for me to get naked in front of men, and I can’t imagine I look like most women you date.”
His lips twist. “You’re right. You don’t.” I twist away, unable to look at him if he’s about to reject me, but he takes my face in his hand and forces me to look at him. “You look way better, and I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky to be here with you at this moment.” He leans up and presses his lips to mine. “You don’t know how fucking sexy you are and how I ache to feel you wrapped around me, screaming my name while I make you come. You’re a fucking dream for me, Vivi. Never doubt that or the way I feel about you or how I have to fight a raging hard-on every time I see you. You’re perfect to me.”
His words and the feel of him touching me causes warmth to spread throughout my body.
He toys with the hem of my tank top and whispers into my ear, “Let me see you. I want to feel you against me.”
I lean back and take a deep breath before pulling the fabric over my head, doing my best to beat away the nagging voices in my head that I’m not good enough for this man because it’s clear he wants me just as much as I want him.
Zayn’s eyes flare with desire as he takes in the white lacy bra and focuses on my nipples. He leans forward and kisses the mound of my breast before reaching behind me with one skilled hand and releasing the clasps of my bra. He hooks a thick finger around the strap and then drags it down, repeating the movement on the other side until my breasts are exposed.
He glances up at me under hooded eyes. “Fucking perfect.”
His hot mouth encircles my left nipple while his tongue flicks it. My breathing picks up, and I can’t wait to see what other parts of my body he can make feel good. On instinct, I rock against him, causing Zayn to groan against my skin and my panties to grow even wetter.
Without warning, he grabs me in his arms and flips me around like I weigh nothing. My back presses into the leather of his sofa, and he positions himself between my legs as he kisses my mouth. He kisses a fiery trail down my neck, chest, and stomach before he pauses and flicks the button on my shorts open. The rough material slides down my hips with ease along with my panties and tosses my clothes on the floor before he turns back to appraise me.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs before pushing my knees open and putting me on full display for him. “This pussy looks good enough to eat.”
His enormous hands glide down my thighs, opening me wider as he lays down, dropping his head between my legs. The index finger and thumb of his left hand spread my lips apart, allowing him full access as he licks my clit.
“Shit,” I hiss and instinctively reach down, gripping his hair in my fingers as he rolls his tongue against me. “Don’t stop.”
He does exactly as I ask and keeps hitting my most sensitive spot over and over in a rhythmic pattern before a familiar tingle builds inside me. A burst of pleasure rips through me, and I cry out his name as I come so hard I see stars.
I open my eyes in time to see Zayn kiss my pussy before crawling back on top of me.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined what sounds you’d make when you came, and now I know.” There’s a devilish grin on his face. “I’m going to see how many times I can make you do that tonight.”
I grin at the idea of Zayn giving more of those delicious orgasms. “Promise?”
“Oh, yeah,” he growls before pressing his lips to mine, allowing me to taste myself on him. “It’s a fucking guarantee.”
He sits up and reaches for his wallet lying on the coffee table. He pulls out a foil package, causing me to chuckle. “How cliché to keep a condom in your wallet.”
He shrugs. “Better safe than sorry, right?”
I nod. “I get it.”
He shoves his shorts down, and my eyes widen when his hard cock juts out. It’s literally the biggest one I’ve ever seen in person, and if I didn’t know a woman’s body can adjust to a monster cock when given time, the thought of that thing inside me is a little scary. Zayn tears the package open and rolls the rubber down on his shaft. I’m mesmerized by the sight of him.
He crawls onto his knees, positioning himself back between my legs. The tip of his cock rubs against my sensitive numb, and I hiss. “You ready for me, gorgeous?”
I lick my lips and run my hands down his back. “Yes.”
He thrusts his hips forward, inching himself inside me. “Jesus, you’re tight, baby. Relax. I’ll go slow.”
I release a slow breath and move my hands down on his toned ass. I can’t believe this is actually happening. We’re having sex on his couch.
He pushes in a little farther and then pulls back before repeating the process over and over until he’s buried deep. “Fuck yeah. You feel so good.”
When his pace quickens, he grabs my thighs and throws my legs around his waist. At this angle, he hits my clit with every thrust. The constant attention on it causes me to come again. This time, as I let go, I claw my nails down his back, screaming his name.
This seems to excite him because he pumps into me at an unrelenting pace, causing sweat to slick his skin. “Holy fuck, babe. I’m going to come. Shiiiiiit.”
His movements become more rigid before he grunts and closes his eyes, allowing himself to come.
He collapses on top of me, and he buries his face into my hair, trying to catch his breath. “That was fucking amazing. You’re fucking amazing.”
I giggle at his praise and turn my head to find his waiting lips. “You’re pretty great at this sex thing.”
He chuckles. “Babe, that was a quickie. I had to have you once so I can focus now and take my time with you. We’re only getting started.”
My eyes widen, causing him to laugh again. If this was an appetizer, I can’t wait for the main course.
The sound of a phone buzzing causes me to peel one eye open, but I don’t move. Whoever is calling can wait. I’m too comfortable draped over Zayn’s chest, with my leg curled around his muscled thigh. Being with him last night was like a dream, and while I know he was resistant about the idea of us two being together, I think any hesitation he had is out the window now. Two people creating magic together the way we did last night are meant to be together. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.
In the past, every time I’ve had sex with a guy, I’ve felt a split second of judgment from them when I got naked in front of them, but that didn’t happen with Zayn. If anything, he made me feel empowered and beautiful and so fucking wanted.
The minute the phone stops buzzing, the blissful silence is ruined by its ringing again.
Zayn stirs below me and leans up a bit to reach for his phone, but I complain, “No. Don’t move. We’re in the perfect spot.”
He chuckles, and it rumbles in my ear as it’s pressed to his chest. “It’s rung twice—must be urgent. Not many people have this number.” When he glances down at the caller ID, he mutters, “Fuck.”
He sits up and shoves himself up from the couch, leaving me to prop my head up with my hand as I watch his fully naked body pace in front of me while hitting the button to answer the call. “This is North.” He’s quiet as he listens intently to whomever is on the other end of the line. It’s clear this call is causing him stress. There’s a deep grimace on his face, and his shoulders are tense. “I understand. I will be there in an hour.”
When he disconnects the call, I ask, “Who was that?”
“The Devils. The owner and Coach want to meet with me about the fight that happened on Devil’s property after the game.” The muscles in his jaw flex as he releases a deep sigh. “I’m going to grab a shower and head out.”
He bends over to pick up the discarded clothes he wore last night off the floor before turning on his heel and heading for his bedroom upstairs.
The feel of the air-conditioning blowing across my skin causes me to shiver. Without Zayn’s big body keeping me so warm last night, the fact I was naked wasn’t noticeable until now. I grab my tank top and pull it over my head, followed by my panties before I too head to my room to get cleaned up.
I hope Zayn doesn’t get into trouble over the fight. He was only protecting me, and I know he’s already been put through the wringer by the organization he works for over that stalker woman. He doesn’t need this headache on top of that.
When I come back downstairs, there’s no sign of Zayn, so I head into the kitchen to fix myself some breakfast while I wait on him to return.
An alert sounds on my phone before I set it on the kitchen counter, and a name I haven’t seen in a while flashes across my screen. Robert is the last person I want to speak with right now, especially since I just fucked his uncle. How would I even begin to explain that to him?
I lay the phone down, leaving the text unviewed and unanswered because I can’t deal with him right now. Someday, he will find out about Zayn and me, but I won’t be the one to tell him. I don’t owe him an explanation, considering he dumped me at the airport and hasn’t even bothered to check to make sure I arrived in Florida in one piece.
He’s a selfish bastard, and I have moved on. Any feelings I ever had for Robert are now a distant memory. I can never be with him again after what he did to me. I don’t even want to be his friend anymore.
I’m trying to move on, and after last night, I’m hoping Zayn is the man I move on with.