“I have you right where I want you, don’t I, Little Doe?” She starts to squirm, but I hold her against me even tighter. “Fight all you like, Zo-Zo. I like it. I like the chase,” I whisper into her ear. My cock presses against her belly as I breathe her in again. I lick and nibble my way down her throat to her shoulder where I really let my teeth sink into her flesh.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” I tell her, letting her hair drop and skimming her breasts with my knuckles as my hand trails down the front of her body. “It makes me wonder if the rest of you tastes just as sweet,” I say with the faintest brush of my lips across hers. I steal her breath before my fingers slip under her dress and graze the soft lace covering her slit.
“Are you wet for me already, Zo??”
“Fuck you,” she says in a pathetic voice.
“If you want to, all you have to do is ask nicely.”
I push my lips the rest of the way onto hers, and she opens for me almost immediately, welcoming the kiss. God, how many times have I imagined kissing Zo?? It’s my teenage dream come to life off the coast of Greece on a fucking yacht.
My fingers continue their dance up and down her panties as we kiss. Her hips move with my hand, and I slide it up to the waistband, pushing slowly inside. Her skin is soft, and her thighs part just a little wider for me. I swipe a finger inside, grazing her clit, and find her absolutely soaked for me.
“Naughty girl,” I say, breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes, now hooded with lust as I continue to draw little circles around her clit, eliciting the sexiest gasps from her lips. “You’re drenched for me. What happens if I push one finger into this sweet pussy, Zo??” I ask her as I slowly slip a single digit inside of her. “Will you moan so prettily for me?”
Her cunt instantly grips onto my finger as it continues to push inside of her. My blood is hot, pulsing through my entire body and making my dick swell painfully against these tight as fuck pants I’m wearing. And when she moans as I hit that sweet spot inside of her, I drop my forehead to hers and whisper how beautiful she is to me.
“Wes, please,” she begs between kisses.
“Please, what?” I ask as her teeth bite down hard on my lip.
“Please make me come.”
Just as I feel she’s about to finish, I rip my hand from her panties and watch her face fall from bliss to rage. I hold my fingers up to the soft light coming off the yacht and admire her juices that coat them. I put each one to my mouth and lick them clean. Her flavor explodes over my tongue, and I groan deep in my chest. I want nothing more than to fall to my knees and hike her dress up over my head as I devour her.
“What the fuck, Wesley?” she growls. It’s cute.
“We came down here to talk. So, let’s talk.”
CHAPTER THREE
“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” she asks with an attitude as we sit down and I try to adjust my dick in my pants.
“I thought that’s what we were doing,” I answer her, pulling her close enough to me that I can touch her at all times. I don’t like the thought of her being far enough away to run and have a chance at escaping.
“I mean your Beetlejuice pants,” she says, a smile gracing her red and swollen lips.
“I bet I could make you scream my name three times, Zo-Zo.” I wink at her, and I’m rewarded with her sweet laughter. She sighs and sinks down into the seat, resting her head on my shoulder. I lean over and kiss the top of her hair.
“Can we just pretend it never happened?” she asks me.
“That what never happened? Me fingering you or you ghosting me like our friendship meant nothing to you?”
She sighs again, and I look down at her. Her eyes are closed, and I can see her chin trembling as she takes subtle deep breaths through her nose. She looks like she’s barely holding her shit together. It makes me think there’s more to why she cut me out of her life than I thought. Maybe it wasn’t just her being a teenage girl going off for bigger and better things.
“Zo-Zo,” I say in a soft voice, softly taking her face in my hand and making her look at me. Her brown eyes are wet and filled with a sadness I wasn’t expecting to find. There’s something deeper going on here, and it makes something ugly stir in my gut. I can feel my anger grow along with my suspicions that it may not have totally been her choice.
“Don’t,” she warns as she takes in the look on my face.
“What happened?” I ask her, my tone hardened already.
“You got so many tattoos,” she says, letting her hand wander down my forearm and up to my bicep. “And you got, like, bigger,” she laughs. “Where did all these muscles come from? The Wesley I remember was a skinny little teenager.”
“That’s unfair,” I say, dropping the touchy subject for a minute to let her relax. “I wasn’t that scrawny.” She looks back out at the ocean, and I play with her hair. “I grew up, I guess,” I tell her. “My uncle and I had a pretty big falling-out, so I had to get out there and make my own life. I kind of fell into bounty hunting and had to work on myself.”
“Bounty hunting,” she says. “Who would’ve thought? I always imagined you stepping into your uncle’s shoes, taking over his business and living in the corporate world.”
I scoff, thinking back to the huge falling-out he and I had at my graduation party. I had told him I was taking a gap year to travel and be with Zo?. I knew she was planning to travel around the world, and I was going to surprise her by coming with her. She had been begging me for months. My uncle didn’t like that.
“He wanted me to go to school, become his clone, and take over,” I tell her. “But I told him I didn’t want to. I had other plans.” I leave out telling her what they were seeing as how she disappeared from my life before I could tell her. “He didn’t take it well. Kicked me out about a month later when he realized I wasn’t going to bow to his will.”
“Shit, Wes,” she says, looking at me with her big, sad eyes. I look away. Until I know what actually happened with her, I can’t fall into our old routine. I refuse to be happy with her for a night and then watch her leave me behind again. “I’m sorry. He was always a dick.”