Chapter 329 - Her Mouth (R)

Chapter 329: Chapter 329 - Her Mouth (R)

She kissed him again.

There was pride in it this time. Zac could feel it in the way she smiled between kisses, the way she kept touching him as though she had too much energy inside her and needed somewhere to put it.

Then her hands moved into his hair and tightened.

Zac made a sound against her mouth. He was fucking hard already. No surprise there, since almost everything she did made him either hard or really fucking hard.

With her, it was really a no brainer how much she affected him.

Roxie immediately smiled.

That caught his attention.

She did it again.

Zac looked at her when she pulled back.

Roxie’s eyes narrowed. "What?"

"Nothing."

"You’re looking at me."

"I usually do."

"Like that."

"What look?"

She frowned at him, then kissed along his jaw before he could answer.

Zac let her.

Her confidence tonight was different from the confidence she usually wore around him. Roxie liked pretending she was always in control, but normally there was still teasing in it. She would push him away just to pull him back, argue with him while sitting in his lap, then act offended when he pointed out exactly what she was doing.

Tonight, she seemed determined.

Every time she got a reaction from him, she smiled.

Every time his breathing changed, hers seemed to settle.

Zac noticed that too.

He kept his hands around her waist and let her set the pace. He wanted to talk about whatever was going on inside her head, but she seemed to have her own plan.

Roxie kissed his neck.

His grip tightened automatically. If what she was planning was what he had in mind right now, he was not going to try to change it.

Did that make him a shitty boyfriend?

He hoped not.

She kissed him again, slower this time, then seemed pleased when he followed her instead of taking over.

That made him smile.

Roxie pulled back. "Why are you smiling?"

"Because you’re bossy when you’re tipsy."

"I’m bossy sober."

"I don’t know. Maybe you need to try harder."

He groaned as he pulled her harder against his lap, making the contact sharper for both of them.

She pushed his shoulder.

Zac laughed and let himself fall backward onto the bed.

Roxie stared down at him for a moment with a tiny satisfied smirk on her mouth.

Zac understood a little more.

Maybe she needed control.

Damn it. He could give her all the control she wanted.

She kissed him until both of them were breathing harder, then pulled away just enough to look at him.

Zac brushed a strand of hair from her face. He wanted her too much, but he also wanted her at ease.

"You fine?"

Maybe he could ask Karen or Angela later. He only knew they had made Finals. If something was bothering Roxie, his first priority should be making sure she was okay.

Even if his dick did not agree.

"You know you were incredible today, right?"

Roxie’s expression changed for barely a second.

Then she narrowed her eyes. "You saw?"

"Babe, I was there. I barely took my eyes off you. You were incredible."

Her suspicion deepened. "Even the second tumbling pass?"

So that was it.

He had noticed the change in her expression during that pass. He had been too far away to see exactly what happened, but there had been something on her face that made it noticeable to him.

"It was awesome."

Roxie stared at him.

Something in her face relaxed.

"You saw me land it?"

"Yeah. I was shouting hard."

A small smile appeared.

"Clean?"

Zac pretended to consider it.

"I’m probably the wrong person to ask. You could fall directly on your face and I’d still think you looked hot."

Roxie smacked his chest.

"Ow."

"Idiot."

"You asked."

She started laughing again.

Zac caught her wrist and pulled her down until she landed against him again, making him groan at the contact.

Goddamn it. He was trying to be a good boyfriend here.

Roxie grinned at his reaction. "I think someone missed me."

Zac groaned as she ground her hot crotch over his lap. "More than you’ll ever know."

Roxie kissed down his throat, then lower, dragging her mouth over the center of his chest while her hips kept that slow, deliberate grind that was already making his thoughts short out.

Her fingers found the edge of his shirt and pushed it up. Zac helped her get it over his head without thinking, too focused on the heat of her palms sliding back down his bare skin.

She paused when she reached his chest.

Then she leaned in and closed her mouth over one nipple.

Zac’s breath left him in a rough exhale.

Roxie glanced up at him through her lashes, eyes dark and intent, and did it again. Her tongue flattened against him before she sucked slowly enough to make his abs tighten hard. She scraped her teeth lightly across the sensitive skin and smiled when his hands flew to her waist.

"Fuck."

She hummed against him like the sound pleased her, then switched to the other side, giving it the same focused attention.

She did this every time, but tonight every groan from him made her groan in satisfaction.

Zac tried to stay still. Tried to let her set the pace the way she clearly needed. But the wet heat of her mouth on his chest and the way she kept rolling her hips against his cock made it almost impossible.

Roxie finally lifted her head, lips shiny, and started kissing lower.

Down the center of his stomach. Open mouthed. Slow. Like she was mapping him on purpose.

When she reached the waistband of his pants, she did not hesitate. Her fingers went straight to his belt.

The sound of the buckle coming undone felt obscenely loud in the quiet room.

Zac watched her, chest rising and falling too fast. She pulled the leather free, popped the button, and dragged the zipper down with a deliberate little tug. His cock strained against the fabric the second it had room.

Roxie looked up at him once, checking his face, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers and tugged.

He lifted his hips to help her. The second the cool air hit him, he hissed through his teeth.

She stared for a second.

Then she wrapped one hand around him.

Zac’s head dropped back against the pillow.

Her grip was warm and a little uncertain at first, like she was still learning the weight of him, but she adjusted quickly, fingers tightening just enough as she stroked once from base to tip. The sight of her small hand wrapped around his cock nearly finished him on the spot.

"Roxie."

She did not answer. She just shifted lower on the bed, settled between his thighs, and leaned in.

He caught her shoulders in panic.

Why?

He did not fucking know.

Maybe because he felt like he might come the second her lips touched him.

He already had too many embarrassing moments with her where he nearly lost control from a touch alone. It made his male ego feel a little fragile, although he hoped there was something positive about how strongly she affected him.

He had experience.

Somehow, Roxie made him lose control every damn time.

"I want to taste you."

His cock lurched at the image that immediately hit his mind.

Goddamn it.

Control.

He released her.

The first brush of her mouth was hesitant. Her red lips were soft as she kissed the head with a grin.

Zac wanted to grin back.

Instead, he concentrated on breathing.

That alone already felt like enough.

Then she opened wider and took the head between her lips.

Zac’s entire body went rigid.

Hot.

Wet.

Then her teeth scraped.

He hissed sharply through his teeth, his hips twitching.

Roxie immediately pulled back, eyes wide. "Shit. Sorry."

"It’s fine," he got out, voice rough. "Just easy."

She nodded, flushed, and tried again.

This time she kept her lips tighter, careful, and only took the head. Even that was a stretch. She could not get much farther without her teeth catching again.

Zac wanted to grab her head and pull her farther down, his cock throbbing so hard it almost hurt.

He was big, and normally he liked that fact.

Right now, he almost wished he were smaller so she could take more of him without struggling.

Almost.

She sucked wetly at the tip while her hand worked the rest of him in slow, tight strokes.

His balls tightened as he watched her red curls fall over her pretty face. Groaning, he reached down and held her hair away.

It was messy.

Imperfect.

And so fucking hot Zac could barely breathe.

He looked into her eyes, but the orgasm already building inside him made it difficult to focus. So he looked at her freckles instead. Her small, perfect nose. Her red mouth around him.

He groaned hard.

Every time she tried to sink a little deeper, her teeth grazed him and he made another sharp sound. She would pull off, mutter another quiet apology against his skin, then go right back to it, lips sealed around the head, tongue pressing underneath while her hand stroked what she could not take.

Zac’s head dropped back against the pillow.

Then he looked again.

He could not stop looking.

The sight of her between his legs, hair falling forward, mouth stretched around just the tip of him, one hand braced on his thigh while the other stroked what she could not take, was wrecking him.

She was clearly struggling.

She was also clearly determined to keep going.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Use your hand."

She did.

Her grip tightened, twisting slightly with every stroke while she sucked harder at the head. Spit started to slick her fingers. The wet sounds filled the quiet room, and every time she hollowed her cheeks, he felt it all the way down to the base.

It hurt a little when her teeth caught him again.

He did not care.

The fact that it was her, that she was between his legs for the first time, figuring it out with her mouth and her hand and that stubborn focus she brought to everything, made the sharp edges almost irrelevant.

His thighs were already tense.

His hands had fisted in the sheets so hard his knuckles ached.

Roxie glanced up at him while she sucked, eyes dark and cheeks flushed.

The eye contact nearly finished him.

She pulled off just long enough to catch her breath, lips red and shiny, before taking him back into her mouth, only the tip again, and continuing to stroke.

Zac groaned, low and broken.

He reached down and carefully gathered her hair away from her face so he could watch every second.

She did not stop.

She kept working him with her hand and mouth, imperfect and determined, getting more confident every time she figured out another reaction.

That was when Zac started noticing it again.

Every groan made her eyes brighten.

Every time his thighs tightened, the corner of her mouth lifted.

Every time he lost another piece of control, Roxie looked more satisfied.

At first he thought she was simply enjoying what she was doing to him.

She was.

But there was something else underneath it.

Zac watched her adjust her grip and try again. She looked up almost immediately, searching his face.

He reacted.

She relaxed.

There it was.

The same thing he had noticed earlier.

It was not only about making him feel good.

She needed to know she was doing it right.

Needed the reaction.

Needed the proof.

His chest tightened for an entirely different reason.

Whatever had happened during that second tumbling pass had gotten deeper into her head than she wanted him to know.

Maybe tonight she needed something where cause and effect were simple.

She touched him.

He reacted.

She changed something.

He reacted differently.

There were no judges deciding whether it counted.

No teammates depending on the timing.

No camera waiting to catch the wrong moment.

Just him.

And apparently Zac had never been easier to read in his life.

Roxie tried something slightly different.

His hips jerked.

Her eyes immediately flashed with satisfaction.

Goddamn.

Yeah.

That was definitely it.

He could ask her about the rest tomorrow.

Tonight, Zac let his head sink back into the pillow and gave her every reaction she seemed determined to pull out of him.

Considering how close he already was, that part required absolutely no acting.