Forbidden Romance by Lena Lucas

3

Piper

Here I was. At Z’s Place, his scent on everything, powerful and wicked, delicious and… mine.

“You’re mine tonight.”

The last thing he said before he led me out of that club reverberated in my head. Over and over again until I was drunk on it. Thankfully I’d passed Hera on the way out. She’d been dancing with a guy I recognized from school.

She’d given me a wide-eyed look as she saw Z hauling me out of the club, then she smirked, mouthed “go get him, girl”, and gave me a thumbs up. My face had been on fire before, but having her know what I planned on doing with Z intensified it.

And as we stood here in the center of his living room, Z watching me intently, this animal magnetism singing me to the core, I knew I was done for. I was lost, so far gone there was no turning back, especially not after tonight.

I could picture his big, hard, and muscular body straining over mine, that massive erection between his legs thrusting in and out of me. It would hurt, that was for sure, and not only because I was a virgin, but because he was just so big.

I watched as he inhaled deeply, his eyes closing, his nostrils flaring slightly. He was smelling me, I knew it, felt it. He’d been doing that for years, subtle ways for him to take me into his lungs.

“I might not be able to know what you’re thinking, all your secrets, your desires and wants, Piper,” he growled low and stepped closer. “But I can smell the need for me pouring off you.” I could see how dilated his pupils were as he moved closer to me still. And when he stood a foot from me, reached out and cupped the side of my face, a soft gasp left me from that contact.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I whispered. The words tumbled out of me on their own. I couldn’t have stopped it if my life depended on it. He started breathing harder and faster. “I’ve never wanted anyone else, never been with anyone else.” I stepped closer to him now, my chest brushing his. “You're the only one I’ll ever want, Z.”

He closed his eyes again and groaned, and when he opened them I swore I saw the same fire behind them as I felt inside of me every time I looked at Z. “I never said anything,” he admitted, his eyes locked on my lips.

“I know. I never did either.” He didn’t have to say the words that he’d wanted me. I’d felt his need as strongly as I felt my own.

He lifted his eyes to look at mine. “This bond we have… it’s unbreakable.”

I nodded because I knew exactly what he wanted. I knew exactly what he meant.

My heart started beating so fast and hard I grew dizzy from my rising blood pressure. This whole situation was insane, I admitted. One minute we were dancing around our need for each other, the next I was saying fuck it and grinding my body against this hard dick… and now here we were.

Everything had come full circle and it had taken too long. So damn long.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me your need for me?” He still looked at my lips and I licked them.

“Why didn’t you?” I challenged back.

He groaned, but then chuckled softly. “I guess I’m a masochist when it comes to you.” He breathed so hard, as if he’d run a marathon, as if he couldn't catch his breath from the look of me alone.

Dropping my gaze down to his lips, I wanted desperately to be his, to experience every single big, hard inch of Z that I’d fantasized about for so long. I was feverish because of my desire, delirious from my arousal.

When I glanced back up I saw that the expression he wore showed me so many different emotions he felt in that moment. Arousal, anticipation, excitement, and most of all… primal need.

All of those filtered across his face in rapid succession, and another low sound left him. He leaned in close and ran his nose up my neck, smelling me, inhaling roughly.

“I’ll never get enough of your scent. It drives me fucking crazy.

Feeling this strength settle inside of me, I leaned in those last couple of inches and pressed my lips to his. Too much time had passed, had been wasted. Fuck everything else but giving myself to Z.

This low, needy, and gruff sound left him, and he moved his hand to my hair. Z grabbed a chunk in a firm, yet gentle, hold and tilted my head back to deepen the kiss. I grew pliant in his arms, accepting anything and everything he gave me.

I ran my tongue along the seam of his lips and felt his body grow so hard for me. I swore I felt his cock jerk behind his jeans. For me. Because of me.

I felt his cock kick between us, and a fresh wave of wetness spilled from me. I was burning alive. The deep, male groan he made caused my nipples to tighten further to the point of pain.

When he opened his mouth and our tongues pressed together, I couldn’t help the small sound of pleasure that escaped. He tasted so good, so potent and so very male.

I tilted my head more and deepened the kiss, loving that he was as far gone in this moment as I was. I tried to get more stability as he probed my mouth, fucking me here just like I knew he’d soon do between my thighs.

I tried to rub my panty-covered pussy on him, and wrapped my arms around his neck to try and get impossibly closer.

I grabbed the short, dark strands at the back of his neck, tugged on them, needing him closer, needing Z to deepen the kiss.

Tongues dueling and breaths mingling, we were both like wild, uncontrollable animals trying to get closer, needing more. The kiss was frantic, uninhibited. He moved his hands down my body, and gripped my waist, his big hands curling around my hips as if I were tiny, so small he could crush me easily.

He tugged me toward him even more with a firm motion, and then in a movement too fast for me to even grasp, he had me in his arms and was striding toward the kitchen. My ass landed on the cold, hard counter, my legs spread, and Z’s body now positioned between them.

My skirt rode up and the rough denim of his jeans scraped along the sensitive inner flesh of my thighs. It excited me so much I felt the cotton of my panties stick to my pussy lips, the material soaked clean through.

I tried to move closer to him, to press my breasts even harder against his chest and alleviate some of this ache that settled in the stiff buds. He groaned and kissed me harder, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth until I was drugged by it, delirious from the pleasure.

Z thrust his raging hard-on against me over and over, dry humping me as he groaned against my mouth, the sound deep like he was a wounded animal and I was the only thing that could heal him.

He suddenly broke the kiss and we both sucked in great lungfuls of air. My head pounded, dizzy from the overload of emotions crashing in and out of me.

“You want this, Kitten?”

I nodded, unable to form words.

“You want every part of me?”

I nodded again.

“Say it. Say the words, because once they are out in the open, once I have tasted you, felt you, there is no going back.”

I stared into his eyes and knew how true those words were.

“Piper, you were mine before I touched you, and I could have accepted it if you hadn’t wanted me. But now, once I slide my cock deep in your cunt and take it as mine, I won’t let you go. I won’t let any other man have you. That’s a fucking fact.” He took my hand and led it between our bodies. I gasped when he pressed it right over his hard cock. “I’ve never had anyone, never known the feeling of a woman. I’m yours. You’re mine. Now fucking tell me, Piper.”

He let go of my hand but I kept it pressed to his erection. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” I whispered honestly. “I’ve never been with anyone. I’ve never known what a man felt like… in me.” I said honestly.

A virgin. Two virgins.

He closed his eyes and breathed out. “I’m a strong male, Piper, but when it comes to you I have no control, no rationalization telling me I should stop this, should go slow.” He pulled back slightly and opened his eyes, his expression fierce. “I can’t because I’ve waited so fucking long to be with you already. There’s no stopping this fucking train.”

I couldn’t think or breathe or even move as I listened to his words.

He cupped my face, leaned back, and said in a fiercely animal-like voice, “I will be the first, and only man who will ever know what this feels like.” He placed his hand between my thighs and a gasp left me when he applied slight pressure to my panty-covered pussy.

“This is mine. Only mine.”

Yes. Yes, it fucking was.