Page 9 of Overpowered
But how do you tell the one person you think of constantly that you’re a lunatic they should run from?
“You saved me.” She sighs, one hand cupping my cheek and rubbing through my beard while I hold deadly still and purr inside.
It’s agony; such sweet pain to have her touch me willingly and I won’t risk losing it by pushing for more. I see Rebecca’s problem, recognize her needs and I’m more than willing to fulfill them. She needs control. For whatever reason, she feels trapped when others are in control and it makes her skittish. I’ve watched her for weeks, watched her being timid and obedient with others while her eyes flashed with outrage over it. I’ve seen that fire within her and I’m begging to be burned alive if it means I’ll stay near her longer. I’d die a happy man in her blaze, God help me.
“You saved me. Let me…have you. Or have me,” I plead, willing to beg for a scrap of affection. “I would never hurt you. Never. I’d be your willing slave.”
“Zack…”
“You’d never have to think twice about me, angel. Never. You want me, I’m yours. You want pleasure, it’s yours, no matter what. You call the shots here, Rebecca and I’m here to follow and obey.” I sigh, closing my eyes when I smell her more strongly and know my words are turning her on.
“But… but I can’t! I, I don’t know you and I haven’t…this…I haven’t ever had sex before,” she confesses, her thighs rubbing together frantically when I lean back on my heels and grab my cock, roughly wrestling it from my pants.
“That just makes me harder, Becks,” I say on a growl, tightening my grip on my cock until the thing feels like it’s going to burst, and not in a good way.
“I-it does?” she asks, her eye fixed on my shaft while she continues to squirm and chews at her lip, her breaths coming out in a pant of desire. “You, like that? Giving up control?”
Honestly? No. I was never the guy who took orders easily and I worked my ass off to make Captain so I could control some of what I did, but with this woman, my control doesn’t exist. She may as well have shot me between the eyes when she smiled at me because that’s what it would feel like not to have her, to have her walk away.
“For you,” I say softly, my hands shaking around my cock when she reaches for my beard again.
She seems to like the overgrown bush of hair, tangling her fingers there to tug my head back and smile when I submit, easily.
“I thought about this last night after you left,” Rebecca murmurs, playing in my beard with her eyes turning a darker blue.
“Tell me,” I whine, wanting to know every thought.
“I,” she pauses, swallows, and takes a shuddering breath for courage before she forces herself to be honest. “I ached. Here.”
She shoves a hand between her thighs, cupping that place I would kill to see again, and then moans when I shudder, licking my lips.
“You thought of my mouth there, angel? Licking you. Sucking on those tight little folds and that pounding clit. Drinking down all that juicy honey?”
Rebecca shudders, her fingers tightening in my beard, and then she moans again, a surrender that makes me want to roar.
“Yes, but…I put you there. I had my hands in your beard and I was…”
“Moving me? Pressing me closer? Commanding my mouth?” I croon, my mouth watering with the fantasy flavor I’m dying to taste.
“Yes. And, and when you tried to pull away to breathe…I wouldn’t let you,” she whispers, her eyes troubled until I groan again and stroke my cock, letting her see what that does to me.
A bead of come, milky white and thick, pools in the tip and my shaft literally shivers, a rhythmic tremble going from base to tip.
“You like that?” she gasps, shocked and turned on when I nod and growl, my teeth chewing at my lip to keep my mouth from falling open.
“Love it. Need it. Do it? Please?” I plead desperately to get that order.
“Oh, God. Please,” she whines, her feet moving around, her thighs clenching as I move, taking her thighs in my hands to pull her wider and expose her drenched thighs and the wet spot on the white boxers.
Chapter six
BECKS
The power is tangible, a throbbing beat in my core when I nod at Zack and allow him to open me. I’m a wet mess, the sticky evidence of arousal coating my thighs and causing a shaft of embarrassment to fill me when he pulls the boxers down to inspect my sex.
I’ve been wet since I rooted through his drawers to pull on these boxers and even though I knew it was wrong, I got turned on when I pulled up the fabric and pressed it close to my core. Knowing that he’d worn these made me ache for some reason and feeling close to him…
My thoughts turn outward when I feel Zack pull at the boxers and shove them down to my feet and then I’m gasping when he yanks the shirt up and stares at me, his eyes so black they remind me of obsidian.
