Page 110 of Dirty Like Zane
Zane’s eyes shone, too, with something likehappiness.
I cleared my throat and got my shittogether.
“Thank you for the offer, I guess. But… I don’t want you to tuckit.”
Zane’s slight grin faded, but he still lookedhappy.
I felt my own smile vanish. “I like you the way you are,” I told him, my voice kinda lusty and scratchy as I squeezed out thewords.
I moved closer to him, a lot closer, and slipped my hand around the back of his neck. Then I leaned into him, stretching up on my tiptoes so I could kiss him, just abit.
“Maggie…” he started to say, but I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. I ran my other hand down his body and grabbed his cock through his soft pants. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was getting there. His cock was swollen and starting to firm. I loved the weight of it in my hand. I squeezed his cock and balls and he groaned… A few quick strokes, and he was rock-hard. Then I wrapped my hand around his fat cockhead andsqueezed.
“Maggie… stop,okay?”
I heard the words he whispered against my mouth, but they didn’t compute. The taste of him on my lips, the feel of him hard and ready in my hand, the smell of him… all these sensations triggered the overwhelming auto-responses in mybody.
Sent all the signals to my lady parts that they knew sowell…
I needed him insideme.
I knew, distantly, that he’d asked me to stop. But he didn’t really mean it, right? He was sohard…
I dropped down to my knees on the floor at the same time I yanked his pants down and got a hold of his bare cock. He swore and groaned as I fed him into my mouth, even as his hands landed on my shoulders and he started to push me back. I held on, closing my mouth around his cockhead, my hand around his shaft, and squeezed hard. Sucking andlicking…
“Maggie… ah,fuck… babe… wecan’t.”
His hands slid down my arms and he lifted me away, yanking me off his dick and depositing me on thecouch.
I just blinked athim.
“Did you just pull me off yourdick?”
He laughed shortly and kind of grimaced as he shoved his cock back in his pants, which tented ridiculously. “Yeah. Idid.”
“Why?” I asked, dazed, his text from last night suddenly coming back tome.
In the moment, I’d almost forgotten aboutit.
we shouldn’t be havingsex
He stared at me for a moment, his chest heaving a little with his breaths as he swiped a hand through hishair.
I’d definitely gotten him worked up, but he didn’t look happy aboutit.
He lookeduncomfortable.
Since when did sex make Zane Traynoruncomfortable?
“When I started in AA,” he said slowly, “Rudy advised me not to start up any new relationships with women for at least a year. I didn’t exactly listen to that. But this time, it’s different. I’m not new to the program and I’m not newly sober, but dropping pot has been a big change and it’s not easy for me. I don’t want to fuck thisup.”
Bythis, I wasn’t even sure if he meant the drinking thing or the pot thing or theusthing—or all of the above. I was still stuck on two specific words he’dsaid.
“A year?You want me to wait for you… for a year?” I swallowed thickly as my pussy throbbed in agony at thethought.
Zane’s eyebrows went up. He looked genuinely surprised that I was mildly freaking out. Then the corner of his mouth turned up in the slightest hint of asmile.
“Well… maybe not awholeyear…”
