I was ravenous.

Warm, curved—his cock rubbed on my lower back. “I love the sight of that,” he chuckled.

Speaking was a challenge, but I managed. “What?”

“My cock, just seeing it wedged between your perfect ass-cheeks like this.” Gripping me, he spread me open, ground right against my sensitive skin.

I heard something tearing open. A condom. I was sure of it. It was happening, this was real.

Huxton was actually going to fuck me.

Intentionally, he yanked my hips away from the wall. I tumbled forward, my tits pressing roughly on the stone. His hand went to my shoulders, holding me so I wouldn't just collapse.

The new angle opened me to him. Air swirled over my soaked pussy from behind, his fingers peeling me further. “Gorgeous,” he hissed with fervor. “Fucking beautiful. You've got a pussy worth writing songs about, Zoe.”

My head swam, but I smiled helplessly. “Are you going to serenade me?”

“No,” he said, pushing the fat tip of his cock to my entrance. “But you might. A pretty song made from your moans and squeals.”

I stopped listening—I stopped breathing. Huck was spreading me open inch by fucking inch. I'd gotten a good look at his dick through his briefs before, I'd known it was big. Now, he was making me wonder if I could handle him in his entirety.

Huxton filled me beyond capacity. Amazingly, my pussy rippled and begged and adjusted to let him in. The sensation was maddening, I couldn't hold still. Out of my control, my hips twitched and demanded more of him.

My pussy was a glutton for Huxton Blake.

Groaning from low in my belly, I rocked backwards. How was he not finished? How much more of this man was there?

Luckily, I was soaked. There was little friction, just my cunt strangling his length as it drove to his base. He scraped my roof, hit a part of me that turned my brain to jelly. I forgot how to form words. I just whimpered and whined; creating a song for him, just like he'd said I would.

His legs bumped my hamstrings. With a raspy grunt, he sank to his root. His full thickness stretched my walls to their limit. And then he began moving.

“God,” he said, withdrawing until just the ridge of his head was inside. “If it weren't for this condom, I think I'd come in a few seconds. You feel that good.” Digging nails into the dip of my waist, he slid into me with practiced patience. “But then... maybe you'd like that, hm? Me, losing control and filling this tight pussy with my hot come.”

My eyes rolled in my head, lashes fluttering. Holy fucking shit. Huck was dirty, and I did love it. He was playing me like an instrument he'd been holding since he was a kid.

I had a brief moment, my mind wandering—making jumps. How many women has he been with to be this good? He was a stripper, I'd enjoyed his dance skills... did he sway every lady with his words and fingers when he had them alone?

And then, as he slammed his cock into me again, I stopped caring. It didn't matter how he'd become so good with his cock, he just was. And I was enjoying it now. Me. Just me.

Breathing heavy, Huck increased his speed. Gentle strokes become rough thrusts, our skin clapping together in the quiet alley. He was losing himself in me, and that was as much of a turn on as his calm, intentional actions.

His cock swelled inside of me, making me see stars. If I filled my lungs with more air, they'd explode, and yet I couldn't get myself to breathe. The air was made from Huxton, his scent clogging my pores, my veins.

I didn't feel the orgasm coming. It sparked, a firework with no warning. Shaking, I scraped my cheek on the wall. Nothing existed but my cunt and his cock, the two of them intertwined.

Hot, wet, I came with a shout that shredded my voice. Clamping down on his length, I was acutely aware of him twitching. Crushing my hips so hard there would be imprints—tattoos created by Huck just for me—he shuddered.

Even through the condom, I felt the force of his release. Boiling warmth, tiny spasms that went on forever.

He held me to him, sweat from his bare chest dripping onto my shoulder. Our breathing was ragged, we were both drained. Turmoil from our back and forth tension had finally escaped, leaving our bones useless mush.

I started to slip, my knees no longer capable of keeping me standing. Huck caught me, easing me down until he was holding me against his chest. He slid free, grunting in my ear. I wanted him to stay inside forever, but I chewed my tongue and didn't say such a stupid thing.

I didn't know what Huck wanted from this—from us.

I didn't know what I wanted, either.

Saying something so reckless... it risked ruining the moment.

His hands moved to my back, helping me with my jacket. Flinching at the ache in my shoulders, I reclaimed the ability to use my hands. My first action? To grab his hard jaw and yank him to me for a kiss.

He used his tongue, like he wasn't sure how to be sweet. That was fine. I didn't mind the rekindled coals between my thighs.

Pushing my hair from my forehead, Huxton looked down on me. The smile he wore went to his eyes, but not beyond. His cheeks were tinged red, a sign of his exertion—or maybe the cold. “Oh,” I said, leaning over, handing him his clothes. “Shit, put these on before you get sick.”

“I'm too warm to get sick,” he chuckled. Still, he redressed, unfurling the condom and tossing it into the trash all around us. I wanted to scold him about littering. He was too quick, speaking first. Far more serious than I was ready for. “Why the hell did you fight me for so long?”

My mouth fell open. Oh, fuck. He wanted to go there, right now? Frowning nervously, I tucked my knees to my chest. “You won't like the truth.”

He curled his fingers over my knee and said, “I'll take it over not knowing.”

Glancing down, I noted the cuts on his hand. Wounds from knocking down the man who'd wronged me. Yes, he was going to hate my news. “The thing is, even from the start, you reminded me so much of Reese.”

The anger I'd expected bloomed bright. Huck's glare went into my heart, even if it wasn't meant for me. “I'm not Reese.”

“No, I know that now.” Cupping his knuckles, I felt him startle. “But it wasn't just him. It was everyone and everything, before I'd even met him.” I made myself smile. “Reese wasn't the first asshole I got hung up on.”

Some of his anger slipped out of his green eyes. “So you think I'm an asshole.”

I showed my teeth, grinning. “Would you say you're not?”

In defeat, he copied my expression.

“Huck,” I sighed, stroking down to his wrist. “Lots of people have fucked me over. Betrayed me. I want to trust you. It's probably stupid, but you give me a good feeling. I'll do my best not to hold my demons over you, but...” I wrinkled my nose. “It's just hard. Life has been hard.”

Tipping my chin up, he graced me with a serious stare. “I'll do my best not to make it harder.”

Unnerved by this side of him, I ached to ease the mood. “Was that a dirty joke?”

“No. It was a dirty promise.”

Shit. My heart was slamming into my ribs. “I'm wary about promises. People break them. But, I think... I'm okay with that one.”

Hugging me to his chest, he put his chin on my head. “That's enough for me.”

Listening to his lifeblood, I closed my eyes and wondered if maybe...

It could be enough for me, too.

- Chapter Nine -

Zoe

I woke up smiling.

Light filtered across my eyes, making me squint lazily. For once, it didn't bother me. I'd never noticed what a pretty color the ceiling turned with the sunflower yellow casting over it. Peaceful. That was a good word for it.

For how I felt.

Turning on my side, I pulled the covers over my face and just... laughed. Holy shit. Did last night really happen?