Sleet Sugar by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER FIVE

IZZY

What. Just. Happened.

Is that how it normally feels to get eaten out? Because if it is, then I should’ve been doing that this past six years. And I need to find my old boyfriends so I can punch them in the dicks for never doing that to me. Seriously, Zach needs an award for those skills.

Zach.

I don’t know when I closed my eyes, but they burst open. Zach is still between my legs, smiling like the cat who ate the pussy. Without breaking eye contact, he uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe off his face. Oh. Wow. Why was that hot?

Without a word, Zach stands up and offers me his hand. I’m thankful for the help, since I don’t know that I could stand on my own right now. I expect him to lead me to the bed, but he doesn’t. He grabs a hold of the tie that’s holding my dress together and pulls. I was wondering if he would know how to get me out of this wrap dress. Instead of thinking about how he knows, I’m just thankful that he knows.

He takes his time unwrapping the dress from my body. As soon as the fabric hits the floor, he steps behind me and unfastens my bra. He slides the straps off my shoulders and presses his front to my back. He’s still fully clothed, and a variety of sensations move over my skin. But the press of his hard-on against my ass is the only part I can focus on.

Then his hands are cupping my tits and I can’t focus on anything anymore. His fingers play with my nipples while his palms hold the weight of my breasts.

That feels good.

After having his face buried in my lap for the most epic orgasm I’ve ever had, I didn’t think I’d be able to get worked up again. I was wrong.

I toss my head back, and Zach starts to kiss and suck on my exposed neck. With his lips still on me I can feel the rumble of his voice against my back.

“You are so fucking perfect. So beautiful. So delicious.”

All I can do is reach back and grab on to his sides.

I hardly recognize my voice when I say, “Show me.”

I can feel his smile as he kisses up my neck, to my ear. “With pleasure.”

His body leaves mine and I feel the loss immediately.

I hear a drawer open, and a crinkle. I turn towards the sound and Zach is back, standing before me. I’m about to point out that he’s still fully clothed when he reaches down, grabs the hem of his shirt, and pulls it up and off. I feel my jaw drop.

He. Is. Built.

The strength in his muscles is obvious. He has the body of an athlete. There’s a large dragon tattoo that winds around his right shoulder and down across his large pectoral muscles. I’m still staring at his chest when his pants hit the floor. He’s left wearing just a pair of grey boxer briefs.

I step forward and reach out, tracing along the top band of elastic. He shudders at my touch. Feeling sexier than I’ve ever felt before, I tuck my fingers into the band and push down.

As I lower his briefs, I lower myself onto my knees. Zach’s groan causes me to look up and into his eyes. He’s staring at me with such hunger, it turns me on even more. With one final tug his dick is freed. And... damn. What a dick it is. I already knew my past experiences wouldn’t hold a candle to Zach, and I was right. The view in front of me is on a whole different level. Zach is a large guy, and - luckily for me - he was built proportionately.

“Sugar. Fuck. I’m begging you-”

Before he can finish that statement, I lean forward and wrap my lips around the head of his cock.

Just the tip is a mouthful, but I keep pushing forward until I have about half of him in my mouth. Thinking that’s about all I can manage, I pull back off him, dragging my tongue along the underside. Before I can do more, I feel his hand take hold of my hair.

His voice comes out rough. “Sugar, you need to stand up, now. If you stay down there any longer, I’ll lose control. And shoving my cock down your throat is not how I plan to come tonight.”

Releasing him from my mouth, I look up. That actually sounds insanely hot.

“Don’t tempt me, Siren.” Zach bends down, grabs me under my arms and hauls me to my feet.

Somehow my heels are still on. I don’t have time to think about it though, because I’m being backed against the nearest wall. Zach reaches over to the coffee table and picks up a condom. He tears it open and rolls it on.

I glance over towards the bed.

“We aren’t going to the bed yet. I’m going to show you that art downstairs, the impossible intercourse, is in fact possible.”

I open my mouth to ask him how, but his lips are crashing against mine again, swallowing all of my sounds. His hands are all over my body and mine are all over his. Everywhere I touch is hard and warm and drives me absolutely crazy.

Breaking our kiss, Zach reaches down and grabs behind one of my knees. He brings my leg up, exposing my center to him.

“Are you ready?

“Yes.” I breathe out.

Zach’s legs are slightly spread, and he bends his knees, aligning our bodies perfectly. He has one hand holding my leg up, and the other arm wrapped around my lower back. And in one smooth movement, he pulls my lower half to him as he thrusts up, inside of me.

A strangled cry leaves my lips - a mixture of shock, pain, and pleasure.

My mind might be scattered, but my body knows what it wants. My hands reach out and claw at Zach’s shoulders, pulling him closer. His mouth is back on mine and his body doesn’t break it’s rhythm, pounding into me. My breathing is erratic, and I’m slightly worried that I’m going to pass out if I don’t catch my breath soon.

But right now, I don’t even care. This is the best I’ve ever felt. Zach’s presence is consuming me. My body wrapping around his feels so right. His giant cock sliding in and out of me feels like heaven.

I feel alive.

I don’t know how long we move, and thrust, and kiss, like this, but when Zach suddenly pulls out of me, I whimper.

He chuckles at my reaction, and - before I can ask why he stopped - he lifts me in a bridal carry. A few quick strides, and he drops me on the bed. In a blink his body is over mine, and he’s pressing back into me.

We both moan.

Zach starts at a slower pace this time.

“I could feel your legs shaking. I figured I proved my point about wall sex being possible.”

“Yes... you were right. You can prove that point to me whenever you want.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth I realize that what I just said implied we’d be doing this again, which is the opposite of a one-night stand. But Zach just smiles down at me.

I reach up and pull him to me so I can go back to kissing him. I want to soak in as much as I can in the time we have together.

His lips on mine, combined with the feel of our bodies moving together, drags me close to that edge again.

Zach breaks our kiss long enough to say, “Touch yourself.”

I’m overwhelmed with the feelings around me, but not sure if I can do that.

Pulling back enough to look me in the eyes he says it again. “Touch yourself, Sugar. I want to feel you come on my cock. I’m close and can’t hold back much longer. Do it for me.”

Well, when he says it like that. Tentatively, I reach down between our bodies and use two fingers to swipe against my clit. The first touch has me clenching, and Zach growls.

“Yes, baby. Keep doing that.”

I do. I rub myself, feeling sexy. And dirty. And so damn close.

“Come for me, Sugar. I want to feel it.”

That's all it takes to throw me over the edge. His words combined with one more pass of my fingers and I’m crashing into my second intense orgasm of the night.

My cry is mixed with the sound of Zach’s release. His cock is buried as deep as my body will allow, and his face is buried in my neck, his hot breath heating my skin. I can feel him pulsing inside of me, and it’s the sexiest thing I have ever felt.

I know he’s using his arms to help support his weight, but his body is nearly crushing mine… and I find myself savoring the feeling.

I’m still breathing heavily when Zach rolls off of me. I watch his toned backside walk away to the bathroom, where I imagine he disposes of the condom. He returns a moment later, dropping face-first onto the bed next to me. I’m still laying on my back, covered in sweat, committing all of the details from tonight to memory.

“When I first saw you tonight, I though you looked like sex personified. My fantasy wasn’t even close to the glorious reality.” Zach’s voice is a little muffled by the mattress, but I can make out the words.

I can’t help the smile that forms on my lips. This man has definitely been good for my self-esteem. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Sugar.”

After a moment of silence, I recognize that I need to get out of here before I fall asleep. And his declaration of thanks, while sounding truthful, also sounded like a gentle good-bye.

I feel a tightening in my chest, and I force myself to remember that I came here looking for a one-night stand. I got exactly what I wanted, and it was wonderful.

My heartrate is almost back to normal, and I’ll trust my legs to walk again soon. “Give me a minute, then I’ll be ready.”

Zach turns his head so he’s looking at me. “Huh?”

“I just meant, I mean, I’ll get out of here in a moment. I just need to finish catching my breath.” I force a smile.

“What are you talking about?” He’s propped up onto his elbows now.

I tug the sheet up to cover my body since I’m getting cold and it’s a little awkward to just have a conversation with someone while completely naked.

“That’s how this goes, right? We have sex and I leave? You probably have things you need to do tomorrow...” I gesture to the hotel room around us, as though staying in a hotel, even though it’s a Friday night, means you’ll be busy the next day. “I’m sure you need your rest.”

Zach continues to stare at me. I think he’s mad, but I’m not sure why. The tension breaks when he starts laughing.

“Wow. You really don’t know how to do this part," he says through a laugh, echoing what I said earlier in the elevator.

I scoff and hit him in the butt with a pillow. This just makes him laugh harder. As I go to roll off the bed, he catches me around the waist and pulls me back until I’m pressed against him. He drapes one of his huge legs over mine, trapping me.

Nuzzling my hair, Zach says, “Izzy, you can do whatever you want. But don’t leave on my account. Okay?”

I shouldn’t like how much his words soothe me. “Okay.”

Relaxing into his body, I decide that I’ll allow myself a short nap in the arms of this Adonis. When I undoubtedly wake up in a couple hours to use the bathroom, I’ll sneak out. That will give me the best of both worlds. I’ll get a chance to cuddle with Zach, and I’ll get to leave without a super-weird morning after thanks-for-the-sex goodbye.

I refuse to feel bad about my plans to ditch while he’s sleeping.

I refuse to admit to myself that I really like Zach.

I refuse to acknowledge that a part of me misses him already.