MILE HIGH

43

“No, you don’t,” she laughs.

My brows furrow. “Yes, I do.”

She looks anywhere but down at me. “Well, I... I don’t really like it.”

I keep my stare on her, willing her to make eye contact with me. Finally, her blue-green eyes connect with mine, allowing me to read her like a f*****g book.

She’s lying.

Maybe she’s self-conscious about having my face between her thighs, or maybe someone else made her feel like it’s a chore, but that’s definitely not the case for me. Or maybe she’s never had someone who knows what the f**k they’re doing while they’re down here. Regardless, she told me no, so it looks like I’m skipping this meal tonight even though I’ve been starving to taste her for weeks now.

Lifting up, I hold myself on one of my elbows, hovering over her. “I need you to be comfortable with me.”

“I am,” she quickly blurts out. “I am.”

“Well, then we need to get some things straight.” Her throat moves in a deep swallow from my words. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks now. I don’t often wait that long for the things I want, but seeing you naked in my bed with this”—I cup my hand over her wet panties—“ready for me...fuck. I can’t wait to f**k you. But I’m not going to do it if you keep talking s**t about your body.”

“I didn’t say anything—”

“In here.” I lightly tap the side of her head.

I watch as guilt forms on her features.

“You’re mine tonight, and all I see is this insanely sexy body ready for me. These t**s”—I take a handful—“that I want to bury my face in all night. These thighs”—I squeeze the underside of one—“that I would love nothing more than to use as cheek warmers. And this”—I dip my fingers into the soaked lace fabric—“this p***y that is so f*****g warm and wet.” Sliding a finger between her folds, I slip it inside her, causing Stevie’s back to arch and a whimper to leave her throat.

“This is all mine tonight,” I continue. “And I’m not going to let you talk s**t about what’s mine. So, I’m going to need you to stop, or we aren’t doing this.”

Stevie doesn’t answer, nerves evident on her face.

I push my erection into her leg, letting her feel how hard I am. “I’m not kidding, Stevie. I’ll go take care of this myself, just as I have countless times over the last few weeks if you don’t start being nice to yourself.”

“You haven’t hooked up with anyone else over the last few weeks?” Her brows crease with confusion.

Dropping some of my weight, my chest lies flush on top of her bare t**s. This isn’t a position I’m used to—too intimate. I’m not into eye contact or s**t like that when it comes to s*x, but this is before anything has really started, so I’ll let it slide.

“No,” I tell her honestly. “I’m not kidding when I say I’ve been thinking about f*****g you for weeks now. You’re all I’ve been wanting.”

Stevie’s eyes widen with surprise.

“All of this.” My hand roams down her stomach, squeezing her leg before snaking around and cupping her ass. I hide my face into the crook of her neck, my words muffled against her skin. “So please let me have it.”

“s**t, Zanders. I didn’t know you were so obsessed with me.” A slight smirk lifts on her lips, a bit more confidence replacing the previous uncertainty.

Stevie’s soft hand runs the length of my rib cage before digging her fingers into my lower back and causing my d**k to thrust against her. My eyes hood over as I repeat the movement, finding some much-needed friction.

“I’m going to f*****g destroy your body tonight and hopefully some of those insecurities that don’t make any goddamn sense right along with it.”

The knowing grin that was lifting on her lips falls, her mouth gaping in shock instead.

“Can I f**k you senseless, sweetheart?”

Words have evaded the usual quick-witted girl, who instead silently nods in agreement.

“Good.” I stand at the foot of the bed, my fingers finding the waistband of her panties. “Lift your hips for me.”

She does as I say, and as the lace drops to the floor, I can’t help but admire the view. Even through the darkness, I can see the soft brown folds of her p***y glistening from here.

“So pretty,” I breathe out as my fingers find her, circling her c**t and causing her to writhe beneath my simple touch.

I want to f*****g devour her. I want to bury my face so deep between her legs, I’ll have to come up for oxygen eventually, but she told me no, so until she takes it back, it’s not going to happen.

Not that she needs much of a warmup. She soaked already, and my fingers have slipped inside of her multiple times with ease. Hopefully, she’s able to take everything I have to offer. It’s a lot for most women. In fact, most times, I have to hold myself back more than I’d like, but I have faith that Stevie can handle it.

Leaving for a moment, I grab a condom from my bag while Stevie watches me roll it on.

“I’m clean, by the way.” Not that she asked, but I get my s**t checked on the regular and figured she should know.

She bites down on her lip as she stares at my condom-covered d**k, salivating from where she lies on the bed. “Me too.”

“Turn over.” Stroking myself, I watch as she does what I say, getting on all fours. “Such a good girl,” I add with the slap of her ass. “Now, hold on to the headboard.”

Her slender fingers, decorated with tiny gold rings, hold on to the bed frame as she spreads her knees, giving me a perfect view.

I’ve been imagining this for weeks now. What her p***y would look like, feel like, but my imagination was absolute s**t compared to the real thing. Skimming my palm over my jaw, I can’t help but shake my head in satisfaction. Because it’s real f*****g pretty.

With my fist wrapped around my c**k, I climb onto the bed, sitting up on my knees with Stevie’s ass right there, her legs spread for me. I dip two fingers into my mouth before grazing them over her core. When they disappear inside of her, Stevie’s head drops between her shoulders as she pushes into my hand, finding a rhythm.